Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

The dead handle wood hanger turned around outside and found Nakajima standing by the river.

He suspected that the other party had the will to commit suicide, how could ordinary people wander around the river without incident.

"Dun?" He called out at the top of his voice.The other party's long, black cloak is like a black demon, baring its teeth and claws in the wind.

Sigang Muhang changed the left hand that does not have the [Honkai] sex turn, and pinched the opponent's shoulder.His eyes were red, and the thin pupils stared carefully at the boy's thin face.

"What are you crazy about, huh?"

In the past, the other party was quite obedient.

under his tyranny.

The thin lips of the white-haired boy trembled. He wanted to say something, but at the same time felt that those words would cause trouble to others.You have to solve your own affairs...

If you implicate others, you have to leave those people.

The young man is not a good-tempered listener, nor is he good at waiting.His pale lips twitched a bit, finally revealing his dark white teeth.

He couldn't restrain his urge to bite the other person.

It is obviously a tiger, but it is as weak as a house cat.

The arm that was injured by his personality [Honkai] hadn't been effectively treated and bandaged, and the coagulation factor seemed to be on strike again, and the dark blood flowed down like a stream.

"Did you kill someone, or were you abandoned by the teacher?"

Shikuragi made such a guess.From a certain point of view, he still knows each other very well.Nakajima is a coward, and treats all life as if it were a treasure, even a bird or a flower.So at that time, X, who was the experimental subject, was let go by him, and Nakajima took X's place on the operating table.

His behavior... Ah, what a stupid fool.

And he respects and loves the teacher, just like the teacher's attachment.

These two things are the only things Shikuragi can think of that can make his face pale like a ghost.But because the pairing was sent by the teacher, the probability of the latter case is probably zero.

So the only correct answer is the former.

"You killed someone?"

The boy covered his face in pain.

"Inhibitors...he used personality suppressants, muscle relaxants, and many—a lot of things..." He let out a muffled grunt in his throat, and all the little remaining blood in him ran away in an instant Lost.

"They're so young...my fault...all my fault!" Nakajima screamed.His lower lip turned up, and the pain washed over him like a wave.His mind went blank, dazed.He returned to the vast mist again, and the white tiger stood outside his personal circle, looking at him sadly.

Girls, sunshine, injections, boys... the names of every hit crossed his mind.It was not him who killed them, but he should bear the corresponding responsibility... Some lives are not told to be killed by you personally strangling their breath, and the reason you caused them to be killed can also mean that you are a murderer.

He was tearing up in pain...he wished he had some useless trash around him for his anger...but he's not one to blow off steam.Nakajima always holds back, and holding back will cause problems.

Those surging malice churned a bit.

Nakajima felt that he probably knew why those things would be silent, and then boiled because of the appearance of something.And when the latter situation occurs, every pore of his will overflow with malice.

He's been tainted... sooner or later he'll be completely swallowed by that stuff.

Unexpectedly, the situation when it came out of his mouth was already the best... He couldn't even show a wry smile.

Shigaraki's breath fell on his shoulders, and those red eyes, like ghosts, looked at what was left of his exposed skin.

"Then you should go down and wake up for a while before you come back." Without hesitation, he pushed the boy down.

He measured it with his eyes, and the water near the shore was not deep, at most it was up to his waist.

The black cloak bobbed and sank on the water for a moment, then sank down with the added weight of being wet.Nakajima jumped out of the water, his hair hanging wet all over his face.

His whole body was cold, and his heart was also cold.

The cold water poured his heart through.

"Sorry..." He spat out the words in a weak mosquito.

Sigangmu shouted again: "Come up quickly."

Nakajima nodded, brushing away the hair covering his eyes, and just as he raised his feet, he felt a hand (really?) grabbing his leg that was not in the water and pulling him back desperately.

He immediately went to talk about the inexplicable thing.

Shikuagi only saw the other party sinking under the water again.

"Atsushi Nakajima!" He shouted impatiently, thinking that the other party was joking.

But no one came out of the water again.

Sigang Muhang hesitated for a while, then took a few steps down, held his breath and put his face under the water.

——One of Nakajima's shoes got tangled in water plants.

Women are like devils with surprisingly good memories.

Shenmura did not expect that the other party could still remember him from that glimpse many years ago.No...she doesn't know what I-do now.

The man naively thought that the other party had not obtained accurate information about the child kidnapping, torture and murder case from the police.

There's no way she knew it was me—wait a minute, Nakajima... Has Nakajima gone back to find this woman?

Nakajima's escape was his biggest blunder ever.He obviously injected those medicines on time—but maybe because of the inferior medicines, the medicines are getting worse and worse.But at that time, there was not a single child left with him.

"I haven't seen Mr. Shenmura for a long time. He has changed from an assistant in the orphanage to the boss of Shenmura Pharmaceutical. It's an unbelievable transformation." Although Osamu Dazai smiled, he mercilessly revealed the other party's last wish. A humble past exposed to others.

Shenmura's face turned pale for a while.

"After all, life is full of ups and downs. As long as you seize the opportunity, what is impossible?" He tried to smile.

"But I heard that your recent reputation is not very good. I heard that you have recently been regarded as a suspect in a child kidnapping case? But I believe—" The woman grinned arrogantly, but it was as funny as a clown, "The person who spread the news must be jealous of you." Her honorific title was extremely weird, revealing indescribable malice.

Shen Cun replied: "The police have asked me to make a record a few days ago. I believe that with their efforts, they will be able to arrest the suspect and bring him to justice."

The police did suspect him, perhaps because of surveillance.Sometimes he gets too carried away and acts rough.

But those guys couldn't find any evidence, so naturally they couldn't do anything to him.

Mimura smiled.The toothless kind.He laughed at those barbarians slightly in his heart.

Hong Jiaodong was sitting in a corner eating a piece of cake, but his eyes were closely watching the two people who were talking.

The cake wasn't very appetizing, and he didn't like the dessert either.He just ate the cake that was decorated with ingenious art one bite at a time very mechanically.

His eyes were fixed on the direction of the two people who were talking, while he was still recalling the content of the conversation with Osamu Dazai just now.

[...By the time your dad comes home, you will have this scar on your face. ]

So what exactly happened at that time?None of his memories of that time existed.

Scars...hot water...

Scars...hot water—

Scars...hot water...ma...mom.

He turned his head abruptly, the woman's slender wrist grabbed the man's arm, and her nails pierced deeply.There was a faint smile on her face, psychedelic, like dizzy clouds.

The breath of the mountain and the rain, like the sea, swept through his brain.blank... blank...

"Actually, I like to talk to people, but according to my observation, most of the villains will say some unnutritious words before killing people, which eventually leads to their own failure."

Fukamura twitched the corners of his mouth invisibly for the woman who suddenly said such a bit of a vicious word.

What does this woman... this savage want?

Due to his image, he still maintains a distance from each other, no more, no less.

A woman's hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

"I'm sorry—" She said words that were not apologetic.

Shenmura felt the danger approaching, and at this moment he couldn't help but activated his personality and wanted to retreat in an instant.

Not moving.

The woman's right hand is still on his arm.

Dazai Osamu, whose personality is [Disqualification on Earth].That is, the power to eliminate all individuality.

Fukamura's second reaction was to break the opponent's hand.Even if it hinders the impression you give to others.

The woman's other hand brought out a phantom.In less than half a second, Shenmura quickly identified what the cold instrument was pressing against his forehead.

Although today's society is a hero-infested society, compared with the professional hero debut rate, it is the social crime rate, which is often high.There are many types of social crimes, ranging from convenience store robbery to murder, arson, and terrorist attacks... and arms trading is also within this scope.

Although the government has clearly stipulated the rules for the management of guns and ammunition, in places where government personnel cannot reach - such as the black market, the circulation of weapons is frighteningly high.

From a certain point of view, getting a gun is very easy.It's not too difficult to get a good gun.

Her finger was on the trigger.This posture reminded Osamu Dazai of the past.

She has many years, but the first time she touched the gun was in the port mafia.On the first day she entered Hong Kong, the current leader and the former leader's personal doctor Mori Ogai asked her to pick up the devil's instrument and kill a person.

She pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

In TV and movies, after the villain captures the protagonist, won't he definitely explain the ins and outs to the protagonist?The villain was complacent and revealed everything he had planned.When he complacently wants to kill his enemy again, the villain will be killed by the protagonist.

Osamu Dazai is sometimes a very noisy person, which was confirmed by her former partner Nakahara Nakaya himself.But sometimes, her action rate is too high.

The gun was equipped with a muffler, and the soft-spoken ladies were still giggling; middle-aged men stood together with fat and not fat; a boy in a small blue suit raised his head, his glasses Then he revealed his startled eyes——

Hong Jiaodong stood up, and the cake fell to the ground with a clatter.

Very few people see that.

Osamu Dazai retracted his gun, and walked briskly towards the window.There is a floor-to-ceiling glass window on the one hundredth floor of this building. Through the transparent glass, she saw a crow quacking and circling back and forth in mid-air.

Shenmura's body was still standing upright on the ground due to inertia, and he hadn't had time to show a terrified expression on his face.A trace of darkness in the corner enveloped him, bright red blood flowed from the bullet hole on his forehead; the bullet got stuck in his skull.

Mrs. Suzuki was puzzled, and approached this young man who looked stiff all over.Her eyes wandered past...

what.

She suddenly started screaming.

Hong Jiao Dong's eyes widened after witnessing everything.He witnessed a murder.

This is murder! ! !

The originally "harmonious" crowd suddenly became chaotic, and the body finally fell backwards.There was a dull sound when his still soft body made contact with the ground.

"Shuji Tsushima!" Homonji shouted.As a professional hero, his first reaction when facing a crime is to arrest the criminal.

"Degaussing Head" Aizawa Shouta commented on him: "You are an unqualified father, but you are a real hero."

The flames of battle ignited on him.

Under his nose, a person died.

Even if he is a wicked person, his fault must be sanctioned by law.

The woman dressed like a widow leaned lightly on the large glass window. She stretched out her hand and threw the gun to the ground. The gun slid out three meters away.

An elementary school student wearing glasses thought he picked up the gun secretly.

"Then," the corner of the woman's lips curved, like a treacherous smile.She rushed back with lightning speed.Those who gave up quality for the pursuit of beauty (in fact, the designers thought that only children would lean on the glass foolishly, so a small railing was built in front of the glass) the glass began to shatter at one point, and exploded a big hole.

The black skirt, veil, and hair... were all blown up and down by the wind in the sky, and Osamu Dazai disappeared in an instant.

Is there support or...? ! ! !

Hong Yansi looked out, his blue eyes reflected black butterflies falling on the ground 360 meters below.The black butterfly turned bloody red.

Scars...hot water...mom...

Scars...Hot water...Mom...Mom...

Scars... fall!

The word stuck in his mind like a nail.

He boiled a pot of water...the water boiled over the pot...the hot water fell...and fell with a bang.

The woman with snow hair looked at him with a terrified expression, looked at him, and said apologetic words: "Jiao Dong, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Jiao Dong... But your half is really ugly——"

That's not him.

Hong Jiaodong understood that the Jiaodong in the other party's mouth was not him.

This is not his world.At some point, he was swapped with himself in another world by a boy's wish.

But... who is the woman with her arms around his head... who was scalded by boiling water?

who is it?

Who are you?

The author has something to say: I am shocked, I am dry, who am I?

I am a poor old grandma.

Ask for a pay! ! ! ! !