Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

Angrily, Sigang Mudiao threw the canned coffee in his hand to the ground.Didn't they just recruit the accomplice-the hero killer Stein, who was defeated by Izuku Midoriya.

The heir to All Might.

Black Mist reached out and picked up the jar, and threw it into the trash can beside it.

This is Kanno City.When the location of Shizuoka was exposed by Osamu Dazai, they changed their location overnight.Fortunately, there are not many things to take away from the bar at the original location as the organization's stronghold.But in fact, if there is Black Mist's personality [Portal], as long as it is movable, even an elephant can take it away.

The new stronghold is still a bar.Probably because Heiwu has become a habit of wiping wine glasses, and he will feel very uncomfortable without wine glasses and cleaning cloths at hand.

The bar is called "lupin", and the original owner escaped from Yokohama.However, due to the inability to do business, the bar was eventually abandoned and became a wasteland.

No one comes at all; the location is extremely remote (I really don't know why the original owner opened a bar here)

It's rare to come across a place that doesn't need to be paid for by oneself and is desirable. Of course, Black Mist will take it down.

Take it easy.

He was humming a little tune, and behind the bar, he was scrubbing a glass goblet, which was itself clean and free of dust.

Even Nikugaraki's bad temper didn't dampen his good mood one bit.

The front door opened and a white-haired boy walked in.He closed the door gently, his cloak falling to the ground behind him.

The cloak was so big that it almost covered his whole body.Only the half of the pointed face was exposed.

"Dun! What did the teacher call you to do?" Shikuraki asked.This teacher is not referring to Osamu Dazai, but that gentleman—AFO.In the past, because AFO and Osamu Dazai were both called teachers, Kuroki sometimes couldn't tell which one the other party was talking about.

But now, there is only one teacher.

The white-haired boy had an unprecedented gloomy look on his face, his face was slightly blue, and his eyes were loose.

No one at the scene knew what happened to him, but Black Mist met Osamu Dazai a few days ago, and the woman said, "Take him. Take him away."

baffling.

Hei Wu couldn't understand what the other party was thinking - although he had always been a not-so-intelligent person.

Could it be that the enemy alliance is going to use it as soon as possible?Hei Wu really wanted to say at that time, you have already brought people in and out twice!This is the third time!

But the other party's expressionless face was too scary, so scary that it made Hei Wu go back to five years ago, back to the era when the other party didn't recognize his relatives.

He had no choice but to swallow his saliva and replied "OK".

When Nakajima came here, he was wearing that black cloak, which was fluffy and very loose.His whole body was buried in it, and the cloak was a soft shell.

—He's a coward in a nutshell.Even a coward will get hurt if he touches the cotton.

"Atsushi Nakajima?" Sigang Mudiao frowned.His pale fingers covered with dark marks spread out like a spider; slender spider feet; but alas, he did not have the spider's intelligence.

The white-haired boy walked past Shikuragi silently.There was no brilliance in his gorgeous eyes, and it was as if he had lost his life and soul.

Shigangmu held him back.It is the right hand with [Honkai] personality.

Black mist's breath suddenly suffocated.

Where it was grasped by that right hand, the flesh began to wither piece by piece.But the arm is not a flower, it is only made of bones, flesh, tendons, and blood.It was like the floodgates of a reservoir were opened and the water poured out and turned into a vast ocean.

The blood flowed down like a creek, a few strands slid down the arm to the fingertips, and even more dripped onto the floor.

The wound did not heal.

The ultra-high-speed healing ability brought by the personality [Moon Beast] has failed.

Black mist will never forget the tragic scream of fear the first time Nakajima was touched by the dead wood.

The wound got bigger and bigger, and so did the rot.

Shizuoki let go of his hand suddenly.Because the original result shouldn't be like this... Originally, it should be restored soon.

The young man's scarlet eyes were full of doubts.

The white-haired boy withdrew his arm nonchalantly.He seemed to be incapable of pain; the pain seemed to have disappeared from his brain.

Is his afferent nerve broken?Bad or efferent nerve?

The boy pulled one side of the cloak over his arm again.

He wants to go out and go to a place where there are no men to be quiet.

[Want to go where there are no women. ]

Ohba Yezou, who was devastated, wept.Weeping to the evil Flounder and "friend" Horaki.

[I want to go where there are no women. ]

And he is going to a place where there are no men.

Black Mist said: "The state of Nakajima is not right." At this time, they have not yet shifted their focus from the ally they just lost-Stein the hero killer.

Deadwood dropped a can of coffee again, and this time the black mist caught it.

Come on, he only bought two bottles in total.

The white-haired young man pouted his lower lip, and there was a dream on the corner of his chapped lips.He showed a gloomy face just like him in the worst stage, as if it was going to rain on a cloudy day, and his teeth were shining with a bite.

Even though this was the child he had grown up with, Hei Wu still felt scared.He is worthy of being the disciple chosen by that gentleman, and he is worthy of being the successor of darkness.

Then, he heard the dead handle wooden hanger who had returned to the room start to shout.

Hei Wu thought to himself, in the next second, he will come out and call people in.

three seconds.

11 seconds.

24 seconds.

"Atsushi Nakajima!!! Come in for me!!"

It's exactly the same as before.

But the white-haired boy is no longer sitting here.he went out

Eight years ago, the enemy alliance.

A woman who just joined the enemy alliance—Osamu Dazai brought a bottle of oil into this newly sprouted organization led by that gentleman.

Osamu Dazai thought to himself, she didn't even raise her own son, why would she raise a kid picked up from an orphanage?After much deliberation, she finally handed over the white-haired boy to Black Mist.

Black Mist was the man's subordinate at first. Since AFO has a disciple who will inherit all his mantle, Hei Mist's duty has changed from "driving for that gentleman" to raising his disciple.

Of course, this upbringing refers to feeding him in the superficial sense and letting him grow up.All the education was in the hands of that gentleman, and later that right was divided in half to the woman who joined them halfway—Osamu Dazai.

She also brought a child over, a frail, white-haired boy whose voice sounded like a milk cat meowing.

"This child is...?" Hei Wu boldly asked.

"Atsushi Nakajima, eight years old, was an orphan yesterday." The beautiful woman left a sentence, put on her antibacterial protective clothing, and walked into the temporary laboratory under the bar.

Hei Wu looked at the boy whose face was red from the biting cold wind, and sighed.He took out a thick blanket from the locker of the master's disciple, the dead handle wood hanging, and covered the boy.

The child that Ms. Dazai brought back from the orphanage is very fragile; his hair is white, his eyelashes are also white, and those rare mixed-color eyes hide the introversion and timidity that most orphans have.

The still young man went to the kitchen and poured a cup of hot water, with a fluffy bird cover on the outside of the glass.

"Hold it, it will be warmer." The bar does not provide heating service-mainly because the people present do not feel cold.But over there...he has everything.

Hei Wu handed him the water glass, and the white-haired boy said timidly, "Thank you sir."

"Just call me Heiwu." Heiwu thought to himself that this is an angel. Heiwu, who has been tortured by Sigangmuhang for two years, now if he meets a well-behaved child, then his initial favorability will be very high.

Heiwu asked: "Watching TV?" Although there is no small TV set in the bar, there are always all the devices on the mobile phone.

However, the white-haired boy shook his head and said softly: "...I want to read a book."

Hei Wu was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that what the other party wanted now was actually a book.This made him suddenly difficult.

Heiwu has never been good at reading. Even the dead handle wood hanger who once liked fairy tales and birds only gets in touch with All Might's videos and the must-read lists given to him by his wife.

"Book...you wait for me."

Black Mist pulled out a novel in Japanese from the bookshelf in the aisle.However, children of this age probably don't know many words, and many things seem to be half-knowledgeable.

Hei Mist opened the book for a few glances, and after making sure there was no indecent content, he handed the picture book with medieval knights and princesses to the boy.In those quick glances, his eyes were caught by the densely packed black characters of ants.

If you read these books...you will fall asleep after reading them for 10 minutes.After contacting several children of this age, Hei Mist can say with certainty.

—he was wrong.

Heiwu was originally sitting on the sidelines looking at the criminals who were recently exposed on the Internet. When he woke up with a jolt, half an hour had passed, and the boy was still reading the book, and seemed to be enjoying it.

Black Mist was startled.

He may not have seen a child who loves reading so much in 800 years.The object of comparison is the dead wooden hanger who started to shut himself up as soon as he got "Das Kapital".

However, the different types of books will also cause a big gap.

"What's in the book?" Black Mist asked.

The boy raised his head, and there was a flaming look on his pointed face, "It's about the love story of Arthur Pendragon, the chosen king who pulled out the sword in the stone, and his wife Guinevere. "

Oh, I seem to have heard of this.King Arthur has become so famous in British lore these days.However, the Black Mist has the most widely inherited myths about Great Britain and only dabbled a little bit.

"and then?"

"When King Arthur and her blood-related sister Morgan Feller had an accidental sexual relationship, his behavior was seen by her beautiful and noble wife, Queen Guinevere. The heartbroken queen and King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table The most handsome of them all, Lancelot, is in love."

"Hmm..." Hei Wu didn't know what to say, he didn't expect the so-called love story to be about cuckolding each other. "Is there any more?" Hey, he decided that if there is more content on a larger scale in the following text, he will hide this book in a high place where children can't reach it.

Holding the heavy book, the white-haired boy with a pointed chin continued: "The queen who eloped with Lancelot was finally brought back by several other members of the knight order. She mourned like a bitter woman. She came from a far away country." The noble princess wept, and her sorrow could not bear to open her eyes day and night.

The queen questioned King Arthur: "You don't want to give me the happiness I need, why do you want to do such a shameful behavior with your sister Morgan Filler and Morgana?" That absurd adultery, she said again: "Why do you want to take away my second luck?"

The blond-haired Chosen King looked sad, he... eh? "This paragraph was read by the boy on the spot. When he read that part, he suddenly stopped his throat.

Hei Mist looked at him suspiciously, and the uncertain words continued to flow into his ears.

"The fair-haired King Chosen looked sad, and he took off his crown, and his long hair fell like pine waves.

Guinevere looked terrified, and her eyes were filled with tears after being deceived.The wise king has a beautiful appearance, and her long hair is as bright as gold.

The queen did not expect that the king she had been with for many years was actually a young knight.

"What you have seen is just Merlin's magic, to test your loyalty to the country and to me." The leading magician in Great Britain, with the wonderful existence of dragon blood, he can cast magic that hides the sky and the sea.

The Maiden King watched her queen and knight with sad eyes, and her heart was filled with a bitterness deeper than the sea. The boy paused, "It's so strange, the King Arthur here is a girl." "

King Arthur couldn't have been a woman!

Hei Wu said: "I remember that it should be a man..." He said to turn to the front page of the book, but it was blank. There was no author, no publisher, and no information related to the book.

"Because I wrote it for the boss's daughter when I was 16 years old." Osamu Dazai, who had just finished an experiment on cell activity, continued.She also specially added the accent on the word "daughter".

Hei Wuxin said, maybe it's not the daughter but something else.How can anyone write such a story for a little girl... The nature of the behavior is quite bad.

The white-haired boy was a little apprehensive, "Then why did the girl king take Guinevere back? As a woman, she knows she can't give her happiness." The boy questioned.He felt that if it was like that, no matter which side it was, it would be too pitiful.

The young and beautiful woman sneered and said: "You will know when you live to be seventeen or eighteen." She pulled the book back with her fingers and put it back on the high shelf, "The top floor Don’t move anything, let’s do as you please.”

The boy flinched, he could smell the cold dampness in the air.After the young woman left, he asked Black Mist anxiously, "Did I make Ms. Dazai unhappy?"

I always had so many emotions on my mind for the woman he had brought out of the orphanage.There is joy, but also anxiety and fear.

It is definitely not more terrible than the king's dictatorship.

When he asked this question, he was like a poor little animal at a loss, his hands and feet were shaking.

Hei Wu could only comfort him: "No, Miss Dazai has always been like that."

The dead handle wood hanging is for children who like fairy tales and birds.When Heiwu heard that gentleman say this, he really didn't believe it in his heart.That gentleman's disciple has a personality called [Houkai]. When his five fingers touch something together, that object will collapse and disappear.

Would a boy with such a personality like fairy tales and birds?Perhaps he liked these before his family was ruined and before he became that gentleman's disciple.

The gentleman also said that whatever Shikuragi wanted, he had to be ready for him.Whether it's money, toys, or resignation.The 12-year-old boy has almost dry white hair, and his face is depressed all day long, like a cloudy day when it will rain.

Hei Mist would never guess what the other party wanted next time.

One day at noon, Hei Wu accompanied the new boy to watch a variety show in front of the bar.Variety shows are very funny, and the entertainers are as funny as monkeys.

Shigaoki walked out of his dark room, staring fiercely at the boy nestled beside Hei Mist with that fatal expression.

For the only man here who has expressed kindness to him, it is only natural for the boy to feel dependent.

Nekugaraki said, "Atsushi Nakajima, come here."

Because of that tone, the younger boy seemed to have returned to the days when he was ordered around by the directors in the orphanage.

But that gentleman said that no matter what Sigang Muhang wanted, he would send it to him.

The black mist patted the boy's thin back, as if to comfort him for a while.

The white-haired boy entered the door that cut off the light.

Heiwu's eyes were still glued to the screen, but his mind was not on it.After about 10 minutes, screams came from the boys' room, and he forcibly opened the door without picking up the dropped mobile phone.

The dead handle wooden hanging pinned down on Nakajima's body, and his fingers ruthlessly pinched the little boy's neck—five fingers.All five fingers pinched.

As if corroded by concentrated sulfuric acid, the original flesh rotted in a few seconds, and some of his white bones emerged from the disappearing flesh.

The black mist immediately separated the two of them, and he hugged Nakajima to distance himself from Sigangmuhang.

The boy, not yet a teenager, rolled his blood-red eyes upward, and his nose sprayed an angry breath from the inside out.The right hand with [Honkai] ability was paralyzed aside in a distorted shape, and he began to yell regardless.

Nakajima was screaming too, his pointy little face covered with sweat and tears from the pain, blood gurgling from the wound on his neck.

It's over... Hei Wu thought to himself... It's over.

Sigang Muhang stood at the door, looking at the two with malicious eyes.In his other hand he held a soft flower, and the sticky juice dripped down his fingers.

The white-haired boy burst into tears in pain, he thought he was going to die in the next second.

In his subconscious mind, a white tiger emitting a shining blue light came from afar.Its fur is so white, like a smooth satin embroidered with more than 1000 flawless white clouds.

Nakajima was crying loudly, the pain he just felt was better than the pain the dean made him nail his own feet.He felt that he was going to die, so what was the white tiger that made people not afraid and even joyful in front of death?But he also remembered the time when his slender arm turned into the paw of a white tiger and slapped the white-haired and red-eyed man to death. The guilt he felt after killing someone was worse than death.He pushed the thought of death out of his mind, leaving more fear.

Those emotions trapped him like a white mist, and he shivered on the empty ground.

In Baihu's eyes, there is a look of emotion towards life and contempt for the weak.Then it stuck out its tongue and licked the boy's wound.

"...the ultra-high-speed healing physique brought about by personality/abilities." Dazai Osamu closed the notebook with a snap, "Isn't that just right?" Her iris-colored eyes stared at the instigator of this incident, and she asked: " Have you finished the book?"

The book refers to something quite obscure like "Das Kapital", which even adults may not understand.

Sigang Muhang's eyes were gloomy and gloomy, he turned his lips, "I don't understand, there are many people I don't know."

The disappointment appeared in the woman's eyes, "If you don't understand, you won't look for tools, won't you ask others?"

Hei Wuxin said, I am also a graduate of Yeji University, how do I know what Marx's capital theory is?

But after the busy man finished his disgust in an elegant tone, he locked his door and stopped seeing guests.

Nakajima panted heavily in his room.He put a chair against the door, thinking that would prevent others from entering.

He hugged his feet and buried himself in the soft quilt.

The bar part is at the front of this floor, while the rest room or utility room is at the back.Through a private elevator at the rear, some people can pass through the three floors of the building to the research room in the basement.

Nakajima's panting sound filled the room, and the poor lighting made the whole room look dark.

Someone knocked on the door outside.

"Nakajima, can I come in?" It was Black Mist.

The boy answered.

What appeared in front of him was not only the black mist, but also the dead handle wooden hanging.The resentment on the chalky face of the other party was not even willing to hide it.

"You guys have to... get along well." Hei Wu swallowed.He felt that this was impossible, but the gentleman said that he would try his best to meet all the requirements of Shizuoki.

Ah... After all, you won't die.Hei Wu thought to himself that after the previous incidents, Shigaoki still had this sense of propriety.

Just hope that the speed of healing can match the speed of being destroyed.

Nakajima murmured, his face pale.

The dead-handled wooden hanger closed the door.It was just the two of them in the dark room.

Nakajima looked at the pair of blood-red eyes of Sikuangu Diao and hesitated, hesitating whether to run away.

The thin-faced young man was sitting on a large chair. He held his chin and raised his head and asked, "What kind of people are your parents?" His eyes were evil and probing. Children brought out of orphanages had deeper wounds.

Nakajima's hand tightly grasped the sheet beside him, only the part above his eyes was exposed.

Dead Karaki has a desire to gouge out the opponent's eyeballs.The nature of a child has been twisted into that of a villain.

He fantasizes about the other party begging for mercy, as if he had pinned Nakajima in place just now, breaking his neck into pieces.

His dreams are flattering, wonderful dreams with blood.

Dreams will become reality.

The boy is terrified.

He said tremblingly: "Mom is a teacher...a Chinese teacher; she has read many books."

Ah... this is as expected.Shigaoki's face was sullen and sickly, but his nails kept rubbing against the corner of the chair, making sharp piercing noises.

uncomfortable.

It seemed to make him stop.

The white-haired boy's eyes froze for a moment.Fear made him condense back to his spirit for a moment.

I really want to get out of here quickly.

Black mist... sir?

He couldn't believe that Mr. Black Mist, who was so gentle, would put the wolf in his room.

At this time, the boy vaguely felt the status of Sigangmuhang in this place.

The pain in the neck is still engraved in the heart; the atrocities of the tyrant are vivid.

He escaped from the king in the orphanage and ushered in the dictator tyrant of the enemy alliance.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Sigang Muhang suddenly leaned forward, and there was an unbearable stench from his dry hair.

The smell of bedbugs.

He must be some kind of bedbug reincarnated, the boy thought.No, no, no... Maybe he was a murderer in his previous life.

He almost killed himself!

"Dad—Dad is, is..." He couldn't speak, the words stuck in his throat like a fishbone.

"Huh? Tell me." The dead handle wood hangs back with a smile, that kind of smile is a smile that smells like a dead body.

"...It's the director of the orphanage." He said painfully.

Sigang Muhang's eyes widened a little, and then he burst out laughing.His laughter carried over to the next door, causing the woman to turn on the stereo and play "Lost Rivers."

"What, your father does this, but you live in another orphanage." Shikuragi thought this was the funniest joke he had heard today, "Hey, I heard, your parents Did something terrible to you, right? Worse than the director of the orphanage telling you to nail your own feet with nails." The young devil sat on a cloud, looking down on the poor orphan .

The white-haired boy clenched his fists.

"No..." you bastard, "it's not like that—" he let out a thin, crying scream.

it's all my fault.

Originally, I had an older brother.

yes.I.kill.up.he.

The white-haired boy sat on the steps, and a world famous book rolled beside him.He looked at the damaged marks on the book with a scrutinizing gaze, and a blood stain like a snake sliding track.

In his left ear was the sigh of the black mist, and in his right ear was the exasperated cry of the dead wood.He was always easily angry and lost his temper; he was an egomaniac who thought the world revolved only around him.

The boy shrank to the side, dodging a hard sandbag.

I don't know where the other party came from.

He looked at the book in his hand intently, as if it were some infinite treasure.

Because he knew that he would face a wave of beatings soon.

"Atsushi Nakajima!!!" Nikugaraki started screaming.His shout almost knocked the whole roof off.

Recently, the other party's temper has become more and more bad.Is he a powder keg that catches fire at one o'clock?

The boy stood up quickly when he heard the voice. He put the treasure back into the bookshelf and replaced it with a copy of "Andersen's Fairy Tales".

He opened the door of Dead Handwood's room as before, and then closed it gently.

The boy was looking at him with those red eyes.

Isn't this the same as in the orphanage?thought the boy.His thoughts drifted in a fog made by someone who didn't know, and the dead handle wooden hanging had already pulled his hair.The other party seemed to regard him as an All Might-like sandbag.

He doesn't look like that All Might at all, does he?

Shikaragi just cursed to himself: "All Might...die...go to die!"

It really hurts.

He was tearful in pain.

The subconscious white tiger sat quietly beside him, his body exuded endless gentle radiance.

After half an hour, Sigangmu Hang was tired from beating.He sat on the ground as if he was exhausted, and the chair beside him had been reduced to ashes under his touch.

The boy struggled to grab the fairy tale book and turned over the new story that was about to start today.

"Ghost Ship"

"...the captain was horrified to find that a man who had lost his tongue was being supported on the mast..."

Hateful, although he knew that most of the original versions of fairy tales were like this, but he didn't miss such a terrible story at all.

He took a sneak peek at Shigangmu and found that he was already asleep.

Huh - okay, take a break.

The boy pulled the blanket and covered the boy who was leaning against the bed.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—he was crying out for his pain again; his heart was also crying out for his misery.

Back and forth, cycle to the end.The inextricable knot, the Möbius loop.

Deadwood was most relaxing to the boy when he was asleep.But the other party seemed to be plagued by nightmares every day, and every dream contained something that made him cry bitterly.

"Mother……"

Ah, a child who lacks love.

Although he is not qualified to say so.

The boy pulled his messy hair and quietly left the room.Black mist was still behind the bar slowly wiping the already clean cup.

He moved his head a little ashamedly so that the eyes of the two would not meet.

The boy walked lightly in the aisle, he wanted to go to another quiet place for a walk.

The aisle is not long, but it is dark and mysterious, with no lights to illuminate it.

The boy clawed at the wall and walked forward slowly.A few strands of light leaked ahead from what appeared to be a door.

door?

Where does it lead?

Longing overwhelmed fear, but he had no idea what it was he longed for.

The narrow door was opened by him.

What appeared in front of him was a wall with a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of it.Some strange symbols are engraved on the edge of the mirror's stone frame; what appear to be words.

The boy obviously didn't know those words, but he could read what those words meant.He seemed to have seen these words somewhere... from an ancient book.But he vaguely remembered that the book was blank without any content, but those wonderful words seemed to be directly and deeply engraved in his mind.

With a long history beyond human society.

"—"

He heard his mouth unconsciously uttering the obscure words, every syllable turning around in his mouth.

He knew what it was.

"Mirror of Memories"

A mirror full of memories.

The yellowed mirror surface seemed to be rippling with excitement because of the arrival of others, and waves of water rippled outward.

The boy was in a trance for a while, then opened his eyes again, and found that he seemed to be in the mirror.

He is in the mirror, with the darkness, the air, the solitude, spending that long time together.

One day, the dilapidated wooden door was opened.A slender figure staggered and walked in as if drunk.

female.Wearing a dark colored kimono.

No point. She drank, and her face was flushed with drunkenness.

It's Miss Dazai.

The boy forgot that he was in the mirror, and that the other was just a memory.He walked backwards out of fear.

The woman sat on the ground without hesitation, and the wine bottle in her sleeve fell to the ground.

The boy felt that the woman seemed to be looking at her; but the other party just looked at the realm of memories again.

What's in the mirror?

What is it that Ms. Dazai wants to recall?

A picture appeared behind the boy.He thought he would see the other party's family, the other party's friends, and the other party's lover, but he didn't.What the young woman's memories unfolded to the boy was nothing more than a monster.Dark or colorful.It (please use the word, the boy can't tell whether the object is male or female, has a gender) has a huge head, but the body below the neck is small and isolated, like a bamboo pole.

Weird giant baby.

In the boy's eyes, the black "giant baby" wobbled for a few steps, then fell to the ground; then stood up, repeated the movement of walking, and fell down again.

Looking at the black "giant baby", the boy felt unbearable.

So pitiful... so pitiful.He was just as unable to stand up and walk as he was after being beaten by the dean and Sigangmu.

The woman licked the few drops of wine on the side of the wine bottle, and her hair snaked around the side of her face and above her eyebrows.

"Me." Her voice was low, like waves sneaking across the beach at night; the sea was trapped in the cold wind and rocks.

The black "giant baby" lay on the ground, crying softly.It cries like a baby and looks like a monster itself.

so poor.

Every time he saw people and things like this, he couldn't help stretching out his hand.

Jinzi's dying rabbit also looks so pitiful.

The boy still remembered that when he was in the orphanage, Jinzi, who shared a room with him, once raised a very cute rabbit, which was given to her by someone who came to adopt a child.Jinzi likes the rabbit very much, but she often can't eat enough herself, so how can the rabbit live?A few days later, the rabbit, which was alive and kicking, became dying. It was as fragile as this black monster.But the boy thinks it looks like brocade, and it looks like brocade and weeps slightly.

"Coward... hiccup." The woman hiccupped, and then laughed silly, "Cowards are afraid of happiness, and they will hurt when they touch cotton... So shameful, so shameful! Take this sentence and write it on me It’s really too shameful on your tombstone.” Osamu Dazai giggled twice again.

She was almost halfway down on the ground now, her messy dark hair moving like a spider's foot.

like.

It looks like it.

The boy sat cross-legged beside the black monster.

"Are you okay?" With fear, he gently touched the other person's head (the location is probably the head)

It cried loudly, more like a child than a boy.

Dazai narrowed his eyes.She seemed to see in the mirror that self-portrait she had painted when she was a child; that painting of hell.

"What..." she muttered under her breath, "Is it because I was drunk or someone painted on the mirror - I don't look like this." She looked like she was drunk and went straight to wipe the face A mirror with a yellowed surface.The screeching and screeching sound is the only background music in this narrow room.

The boy started trying to give the crying monster a hug.That's when the frenzy of women wiping mirrors stopped.She slammed her fist on the mirror, feeling as if she would smash the fragile floor-to-ceiling mirror in the next second.

Unbeknownst to others, the mirror called "Mirror of Memories" watches the actions of women with its indifference.

Dazai Osamu's side face stuck to the mirror like glue.

A line of tears slid down.

"Weaving - field - work -"

Life-life-of-light.

Angel.

"If I could use my death—" she whispered, the man's name was heard in the boy's ears