Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

"I have a problem." When facing the famous psychologist, Shuji Tsushima raised his hand like a good student and asked the other party a question.

The famous psychologist was strapped to a chair by her entourage.His lips parted slightly, and there was a whoo-ho sound from inside.Like goats chewing grass, or like women grinding beans with mills.

His tongue was cut off an hour ago, and he was already unable to make a sound, not even a single word.He just kept on, making a whoosh sound like a goat chewing grass with that broken throat.

The members of the Black Lizard, the Hong Kong gangster defense team, lowered their heads, not daring to look up at the youngest cadre in the history of the port mafia.

The other party was wearing a well-fitting black suit with a dark cuff button on the black cuff.

Shuji Tsushima seemed to have the teacher's permission and began to ask his own questions.

"A few years ago, we had a girl whose belly was enlarged, but the man was too useless to leave her and the baby in her belly and escape. Then, the girl gave birth to the baby." There was a slight smile on that beautiful face, and the youthful white hair on the young and youthful fair face. "She obviously worked so hard to give birth to the child, but after raising the child to two years old, she threw it into the river and drowned." The slender finger tapped her cheek lightly, and the black eyelashes softened. Rolled up softly, not even men's clothing can hide its beauty.

She is a perfect beauty.

"I want to ask, is there really an inseparable relationship between mother and child, is there love between them? Isn't it said that blood is thicker than water? A child who has not seen his mother since birth sees it for the first time Is it true that the thought of [Ah, this person is my relative] will arise when you are with the other party? But if this is the case, why would that girl throw her son into the water and drown? No Money? Why was it born in the first place? Was the birth of this child itself a mistake, and she didn't want to take responsibility at this time?"

Several members of the Black Lizard did not dare to speak, and quietly watched the cadre go crazy.

No matter how much you ask, it's useless, that man's tongue has already been cut off.But if you decide to ask the other party a question in the first place, why not deal with the other party after you finish asking?

It feels like you don't want to get answers from others at all.

The psychologist moved his mouth slightly, his skinless lips were bloody, and the blood trickled down his teeth.

The tormented man kept, kept making hoo hoo noises from this part of his throat, like grinding beans.

Shuji Tsushima picked up the gun in his hand sleepily, and shot the opponent in the forehead.

"Okay, let's call it a day. Remember to call Zhongye to clean up the rear."

Another young cadre, Nakahara Chuya, was often sent by this Master Tsushima to do odd jobs.

... It's really good that the other party can bear it until now.

So far, no one has been able to tell where the existence of [book] came from, and which mysterious ancient domain it was born from, and no one has even been able to explain clearly why this magical object follows this place. Seemingly very ordinary (Although he has super powers, please don't forget that the society he was born in is a super power society.) Boys are always with him.

[Book] has the function of realizing almost all wishes, but its users do not know how useful it is and how fascinating its power is.He treated [books] as ordinary, ubiquitous books.What's more, [Book] acted according to his wishes.

When Atsushi Nakajima was 11 years old, his teacher Osamu Dazai briefly left the location of the enemy alliance because of a disagreement with Mr. AFO, the "faceless man" (he remembered it as this).When she went out, she took Nakajima with her.

The 11-year-old Nakajima is about 1.4 meters from her waist, a small one.And Sigang Muhang, who was four years older than him, was already a slender young man.

...but his temper is still as bad as ever.

"If you go out, there will be no pain during the day." Nakajima opened his eyes and whispered.Shigaraki has the habit of taking a nap, and before this two-hour sleep, he would call Nakajima into the room as always to read stories that are not good at all, and before reading, the other party vent their emotions to him.

Excessive.

very painful.

Pain was the order of the day in the orphanage, so that alone was bearable.

"What kind of idiot are you? If you don't like him, you either reject him or beat him up."

Nakajima shook his head again, and murmured, "That's really pathetic."

"Okay, big idiot."

"I'll take you to see someone today."

They walked through many streets and passed countless pedestrians.This winter snowflakes are falling from the sky one after another, every grain from the roof to the eaves is covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, and there are signs of gradually thickening.

Nakajima was wearing a black velvet cloak, and his pointed face was flushed red from the cold.He closely followed the pace of Osamu Dazai who was walking ahead, fearing that he would lose him in the next second.

They walked around a path that ran through a patch of ever-blossoming vines.Osamu Dazai came to the edge of a wall, which was built of bricks, high and thick.But that beautiful wall, the middle part seems to have been smashed by someone, and many small half-bricks fell to the ground, and the hole in the wall is big enough for a person to pass through.

Why not repair the wall?

Nakajima was puzzled.He noticed that those fractures were already worn out, red and limp, as if they had been soaked by rain for several years.

There are still people living here, why not repair the walls?Aren't those bad guys climbing walls and robbing houses often on TV?But this wall can't be climbed at all, just go through it.

... Or that there is a web of electric currents that he can't see.

Nakajima tilted his head, and saw the beautiful Japanese-style house from the hollow.In an old dojo, an old man was "fighting" with a child.

It's practicing.

The other party's strange hair color once attracted his attention, but the boy's repeated steps back and the bitterness he spit out made him feel very scary.

Dazai Osamu murmured something, master.It probably means that the old man is a very powerful person.

but……

"so poor."

Osamu Dazai said: "Why is it so easy to judge that he is pitiful? People who live a different life cannot make a fair evaluation. He in other worlds [Boom] may live an inhuman life. .”

"But if this is the case, [inhuman] standards are different. If the parties do not compare themselves, it is impossible to distinguish which is heaven and which is hell?" Nakajima asked, which is difficult for children. Come with questions that are answered clearly.

In his personal world, [the book] exudes a blue, beautiful brilliance.

[let him feel it]

[let him judge]

……

The boy with red and white hair paused for a second.

He fell to the ground.

Hong Jiaodong didn't understand what happened, he was obviously still practicing just now.Master Wilmot was really strict, he felt like he was going to spit out his bile; he was sore all over, and he couldn't even lift his arms as easily as ordinary people.

His feet were now standing in the kitchen.But he was still in the dojo just now.

The kitchen cabinets are exceptionally clean and the knives are neatly placed.Mrs. Lingzi is an old woman with a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, which leads to the direction of each chopstick in the chopsticks cabinet is the same, even the angle is not much different.

He saw his own little shadow in the light.

So small... so small that it doesn't look like his shadow.

Hong Jiaodong is 11 years old this year, but that shadow is as fragile as his former self.

In front of him, in front of the tumbling kettle, a silver-haired woman in home clothes was on the phone.

She is crying.

The sound of scorching footsteps called the other party's attention.

The 11-year-old boy saw the panic, fear, and disgust on the silver-haired woman's face...all the emotions that would make a child cry.

"Mom... I think the frozen left side of the face is so ugly... I can't stand it any longer - he is as ugly as his father." The unknown woman said to the other end of the phone in a sharp voice, on the stove The kettle turned over to steam.

Who is she?

What is she saying?

Why is my name mentioned?

The woman's eyes were wide open, but the pupils were narrowed to a narrow slit.

Terrible steam billowed from the mouth of the kettle.

With an obviously mentally broken expression, the woman lifted the kettle.

At this time, Hong Jiaodong chose to dodge.But...but...why can't I move?Why doesn't my body act with my will?

The 11-year-old boy's eyes widened to an exaggerated level, and the white-haired woman approached step by step.There were tears on her face and her cheeks were red and swollen from the beating.

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry!" she screamed.The kettle, like the screaming woman, fell from the sky.

He was so frozen that he couldn't move.

He can't move.

He - can't move!

Even from a distance, he could feel the scorching white air.If such water falls down, it may hurt your eyes.

I...why, can't move?

The hot water rolled down, and he felt great pain.Pain broke out in his cheek, but it wasn't from a pool of hot water.The few spurts of liquid hit his cheeks.Strange black hair hangs around his eyes.

A tall woman surrounded him.The opponent half-bent, shielding Hong Jiaodong under his body in an awkward way.Horrible redness and blisters formed on her arms, in rows like the back of a toad.

Hong Jiaodong felt pain, and his left side was burning with pain.But...he just splashed a little.

The shocking arms of the strange woman, the downcast face with no features visible, the blackened brown hair, the scent of mint... the smoke.

Who is she?

The white-haired woman she didn't know walked away in fear, and the kettle in her hand fell away with a clang.She seemed devastated (perhaps because she had done such a horrible thing to her own child), and hopped away like a wild dog with a scalded back.

"Ma'am..." The small body made a thin voice, and Hong Jiao Dong saw his face from the side of the clean kitchen knife.

His young face.

The black-haired woman who suddenly appeared let go of her arms.Those traces of fear of patients with dense phobia are disappearing at an incredible speed.

"Excuse me! You are a hero with such a name!" He wanted to say that he would thank you in the future, but this body is not his body, this world is not his world, and this woman...is she not in his world either? in the world?

The woman with wet black hair covering her face did not speak or answer, she began to back away slowly.

She disappeared.

The next moment, Hong Jiaodong woke up from the cold floor.Mrs. Reiko was shaking his shoulders, timidity and fear appeared on her aging face.

"Young master...Young master, how did you get this injury? Where did you get burned?"

Hong Jiaodong has not yet woken up from that terrifying dream-like world, "I...I seem to—" I seem to have seen another me.He wanted to ask Mrs. Reiko about the mysterious black-haired woman, but at that moment a strange sense of dizziness hit him.

Outside the high wall, Osamu Dazai wrote words like [make people forget] under the paper.With her fingertips dipped in hot chocolate rose juice, she writes on that wondrous [book].

After finishing writing, Osamu Dazai handed the completely blank book with no writing to Nakajima standing aside.

The little Nakajima asked doubtfully, "Is it for me?"

"It's yours."

Anyway, forget it, it's best to forget it all.

To avoid new troubles in the future.

"Let's go," she called.

Hong Jiaodong took the elevator and went downstairs quickly, and there were already circles of pedestrians downstairs.

They... are the audience.

Some people saw a certain woman jumping down from a hundred-story building, and some people saw a black shadow across the sky.

Everyone who came here held their breath.

The tragedy has made them unable to bear to look at it.

The dark blood splattered over a wide range, and the woman in the middle of the blood pool had a fair face, and those dark blood stains were messily smeared on her cheeks.Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips... She is like a puppet whose limbs have been wrung off.

"Do you still want...emergency?" Someone asked in a low voice.

No need.Look at that, they are almost dead.

If this is the case, why don't you take a few photos and post them on Twitter? Aite and others tell them not to give up hope in life casually?

The man made subjective assumptions.

— This woman committed suicide.

--murder!This is absolutely murder!There is definitely a dark secret about this woman!

thought the man exaltedly.

Those iris-colored eyes looked at the sky, shining like glass beads.

Hong Jiaodong remained silent, silently pushing away the people blocking in front.

"What are you doing?!"

He just pushed those people away silently.

"Aren't you Andrew's son?! Can you sign me?"

He is so humble.

His light turned into a shadow beneath him.

Hong Jiaodong finally came to the center of the crowd, and he stepped on a piece of black torn skirt.

He drew back his feet.

The people next to him were still yelling, "Have you called the police? Has anyone called the police?"

Some people covered their mouths and sobbed slightly, "It's terrible..."

Where is the person who said "so poor"?

Hong Jiaodong stared at those eyes and that face, but the twisted limbs were still in his eyes.

[The words of the teacher will suddenly pop up when everyone is unexpected and shout that you are all fools. ] When talking with Nakajima about the teacher in the other party's mouth, the white-haired boy preached like this.

So, as he said, those cold eyes once again radiated brilliance.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot! You are all idiots!" She jumped up like a squirrel, and those black broken skirts suddenly flew up.

The frightened little girl fell directly to the ground.

When the resurrected woman started to move, the people around kept backing away.

She clutched her belly with a crazy smile on her face.

As if this is such a ridiculous thing.

The author has something to say: When I wrote this article, I was surprised that I hadn’t taken a fancy to it.

I predicted it, and after a few chapters, Jiawu Detective Zai will appear (smoke)

How about asking for a reward? !