Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

When Atsushi Nakajima took his wallet and went out, Osamu Dazai was nowhere to be seen.

Is the teacher's pace so fast?

But if you're going to take the Shinkansen...ah, that's the way to go.

Atsushi Nakajima hurried there.

In the other direction, Osamu Dazai stepped on the high-heeled shoes he used to watch the shorty, and walked towards Tamoricho.Tamori-cho is not far from the residence of the Tsushima family, and it is a relatively prosperous commercial street in Hosu City.

Found.it's here.

Osamu Dazai opened the curtain at the door and walked towards the table in the corner.

There was only one table for two and one person was already seated at one end.The dark and soft hair, and the close-fitting black suit set off the opponent's tall and straight figure.In the room that exudes the aroma of coffee, the other party's fingers are deftly folding something.

Osamu Dazai pulled out the chair and sat down.

"A cup of black coffee." The waiter wrote it down and left quickly.

The man across from her seemed obsessed with origami.The man raised his head after the flimsy paper had formed an extraordinarily gorgeous shape.

Thin face, two eyes that seem to be black but not black, shining with the light of predators and predators.That was not a handsome man, his appearance could only be called average.But the aura around him makes people ignore the appearance of the other party.

"Here." The man handed the rose made of black paper to Osamu Dazai.The tall and arrogant woman crushed the roses in front of the other party.The man wasn't angry, he just unfolded the black cardboard and folded it again.But after being destroyed once, the black rose no longer had the original beauty.

"Black roses don't exist in nature." Osamu Dazai supported his head and fiddled with the dirty petals.The color of roses called black roses in nature is not black, but dark red or purple close to black.

In the minds of young people, black roses represent mystery, demons and curses.

Ah... really bad meaning to the end.

The man with dark hair folded his hands, "Anything is possible. However, it is really difficult to ask Dazai you out. Let me guess, um... Atsushi has 'illness' again, isn't the frequency right? Faster and faster?"

The beautiful woman laughed, "Where do you get your confidence? I just happen to be free today. Please, I'm busy with work. Unlike you, you can push everything to Shizuoki Do it. Oh and also, Nikuragi is acting like an old giant baby, really can't do anything." Her middle finger touches the thin pale lips, and the nails are very manicured Neat arc shape.

"That kind of kid is no match for my assistant." It was like showing off.

The man looked at the woman's face, as if he was looking at the treasures: a Queen's Crown handed down from Elizabeth I, a sword once swung by Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, blessed by the Fairy of the Lake.

"Deadwood is growing, and I believe that one day, he will reach the top of the dark side of this world. He is born distorted, the unstoppable king of cholera, and the silty malice hidden in people's hearts. He is growing, It just takes time."

"Don't you know how many people are staring at him and his enemy alliance? That kind of kid can't lead an organization at all, let alone the Dark Empire." Osamu Dazai knew that the man in front of him wanted to kill him. Kara Mudiao was trained to be his heir, so he doted on that boy in every possible way, no matter what the other party wanted, the man would give it to him.Even if it is one life, even if it is a hundred lives.

At this time, the coffee was served, and Osamu Dazai's nostrils were filled with the aroma of bitter coffee beans.

"I have taught the other party for three years, and I have already figured out what kind of embryo he is." The woman's delicate and smooth fingers stroked the handle of the cup, and her eyes were fixed on her skin that had recovered all the scars due to her physique.

so terrible.It was as if she had been deprived of traces of her 23 years of existence.

The man said: "This is your prejudice. Ever since you softened your heart, you have looked at him with this prejudice, haven't you? It's not that he's not good enough to please you, it's that you don't care about that child. My heart softened."

What a soft conversation, like the father and mother of two families telling stories about their children.But unfortunately, this is destined to be a conversation full of invisible gunpowder.

People in the coffee shop were crying and laughing, pedestrians were passing by outside the glass windows, engines were making noise, and the voices of large-screen advertisements often disturbed passers-by.

Dazai took a sip of his coffee.

The man said in a soft tone, "Remember? That day, in the lab. He said—"

He says--

[I don't want to die, teacher. ]

[I don't want to go. ]

[I want to be around the teacher. ]

[I don't want to die. ]

teacher--

teacher--

teacher--

What was she doing at that time?What was she talking about at that time?

She held the container containing the evil of this world in her hand, and when she faced the boy who appeared on the experimental table instead of Subject X, her iris-coloured pupils flickered.

[Speak, your last words. ]

The experimental subject on the operating table is not allowed to withdraw halfway; and Osamu Dazai feels that this experiment will undoubtedly fail.

So speak.Tell your last words.The truth of what people say before they face death is always surprisingly high.

The boy's eyes filled with tears.Those tears are hot, the magma after the volcanic eruption.Osamu Dazai was terrified of the heat, it would kill her.

He opened his mouth.

Speak, your last words.

teacher--

teacher--

teacher--

[I don't want to die, teacher. ]

[I don't want to go. ]

[I want to be around the teacher. ]

[I don't want to die. ]

The boy said he didn't want to die.

He said, I still want to see you (Osamu Dazai).

That was the first heartbeat after at least 14 years.It's not the heartbeat between men and women, but the heart beats again.It has been 14 years since her last heartbeat stopped.

Dazai Osamu's heartbeat started to beat when Oda died, and after Oda died, it changed into a hard stone with no vitality; a stubborn stone.Whether you are a snowstorm, a flood, or God's seven-day judgment, it has nothing to do with her stubborn rock.

A thousand cords appeared near her ribcage, and the rotting valves began to flap, cords tightly binding the organ that had not been used for so long.Gather tightly, compress.

"Close your eyes, and open them when I tell you to open them." Such words came out of her mouth.

The boy closed his eyes obediently, but there were still salty tears in the corners of his eyes.

This "surgery" lasted about an hour. They cut open the test subject's chest and observed the beating frequency of the heart after it was injected with the object in the container.Fast and slow, as if people are playing the board with the rhythm.The color also produced a very obvious change.

So are the emotions of the whole person.

He started throwing up, started yelling, started crying.Pain is transmitted to the brain via reflex arcs, and various parts of the brain go berserk.

The most obvious point is that the human limbs began to change like a black liquid.But halfway through the process, that change disappeared again.

An hour passed.The man records the data.

This is too much.

Osamu Dazai thought suddenly.But she dutifully sewed those openings back on.

Wait until sometime to find a hero with a personality of healing... otherwise the scars will last for years.

"Dazai, are you relenting?" the man called AFO for short asked her.

Dazai said, "Shut up."

After 15 minutes, the electrocardiogram became stable.

Osamu Dazai looked at the childish face that had been distorted by the pain and was now peaceful again.

"Ah Dun, you can open your eyes. Before that, she only called the other party Nakajima or kid.

This was the first time Dazai called his name.

The boy who was called opened his eyes with difficulty. The strong light made it difficult to open his eyelids.

"Okay, okay, go to sleep. Wake up and it's a new day."

Osamu Dazai impatiently tapped his fingers on the table, "Are you trying to blackmail me? My wallet was washed away by the river (the last time I entered the water)."

"Who can blackmail you? You are Osamu Dazai."

In the face of the other party's compliments, women did not mention the slightest interest.

"You. But let me explain in advance, I only heard of such things as [books] more than ten years ago."

"It was my mistake." I didn't expect the man to admit it so frankly.

Osamu Dazai thought, the other party probably didn't know that the completely blank book was hidden in Aton's pocket.

Then what kind of demon can he be?Oh, this person... there are so many monsters he can do.

"Then let's change the condition. You join us again, and I will give you the method to extract the evil in this world." The not-so-handsome man smiled.That smile looked terribly frightening.He muttered again: "Ah, it's been too long without a human face, I'm really not used to it."

This face must have been picked off by him from a passer-by.

"Don't tell me to use your personality."

The personality of AFO is [Allforone].deprive others.

"Even if it is, you can only agree, can't you? I believe that the hero side has already found out the relationship between the black mud, Fuyuki City, and the Holy Grail. I have finished talking, so, goodbye." The man picked up his bag hat, slightly nodded.

The one left at the table was Osamu Dazai alone, and the one left on the table was money.

"Ha." She sighed coldly.

Atsushi Nakajima is looking for Osamu Dazai in the team.A three-piece black suit, long dark brown to black hair, and a beautiful figure——

Where is the teacher?

Shouldn't he be gone?But she didn't take the money...

still is……

A thought popped into his mind.

Or did the teacher lie to him?

Atsushi Nakajima left the crowd in frustration.After that, I wandered around the bookstore next to the street for a while.

He locked the door before going out.

When the clerk suggested that the bookstore needs to close early today, Atsushi Nakajima realized that it was already night.The sky began to darken, and street lamps were lit up one after another, and many lights were projected outward through the glass.

The white-haired boy stood alone on the street.

Ah, the night has come.

So will the day be longer?

The author has something to say: It's the little spider, I'm dead.

I hope that the Four Women's Federation will return my love.

March is pretty scary.In the school next to us, two died and one went crazy—an adult male climbed the wall four times and female college students attempted to rape the female college student in the city. Reported to the police four times to no avail ()