Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

The brain seemed to have been disturbed by something, and some strange memories were stored in the brain.

Tsushima Mochizuki shook his head.

The black-haired man on the opposite side greeted him relaxedly.

"……doctor."

Dr. Sen.

A flood of memories poured into his head, making him miserable.

"Although I had the mentality of giving it a try, I didn't expect that all the memories were restored. But how long ago was the name of the doctor?"

Mori Ogai, who had already usurped the throne and became the leader, smiled, "But it's really amazing to see Tsushima-kun, even though he's dead."

"They were all buried in the ground," said the little girl with blond hair and red dress.

"A dead person should have the duty of a dead person. What is it to crawl out of the ground?"

"Even if it's a joke, no one wants to hear it." The little girl pouted.

"It's almost like a miracle."

Tsushima Mochizuki felt the malice in the opponent.

"I didn't quite believe it at first, but seeing Dazai-kun's performance, I felt something was wrong." Although the other party has defected, there should be a lot of surveillance.

Dazai...

His eyes were a little sore.

Dazai.

Dazai and Dazai rule.

He woke up with a jerk.

The flooding of past memories made him dizzy, every nerve in his brain was crackling, and the spell named [Dazai] came and went unimpeded like a chariot, tumbling through every piece of land.

The charcoal fire in the memory crackled, and the unpleasant smoke invaded the nose and mouth.The death he had chosen hung around like an inescapable nightmare, the hook of memory gripping his brain.

Tsushima Mochizuki bent down in pain.Throwing up...he felt like throwing up again.

A bright blue light spread out, and slender palms protruded from his thin back.

Mori Ogai's face was cut with a bloodstain.He froze for a moment, and then returned to the smiling look just now.

"Rintaro really!" Alice said dissatisfied.

"Hey, is little Alice worried about me like this? I'm so touched——but I've never seen you use Tsushima-kun's ability. I didn't expect this beautiful lady. "

Open your eyes and talk nonsense.

Standing between the two was a female body larger than Koyo Ozaki's golden Yaksha.But being huge does not mean being obese, it is just a proportionate enlargement of the original body.There was neither sadness nor joy on the other party's snow-white face, but his blue pupils stared coldly at Mori Ogai.

That's a beauty.But... only half of it is.

The snow-haired and white-clothed supernatural body has half a beautiful left face, and half an extremely ugly right face.The two extremes are perfectly combined.

The right half of the face appears to be made of some kind of dark mud.But different from ordinary mud, the black mud writhed and screamed as if it had life.

Mori Ogai couldn't help thinking of the experimental subjects in the laboratory, stitching together, stitching...you can get a mouse with bat wings.But such man-made things will die soon, will be thrown into the trash can, or even be incinerated.

It feels like... I'm going to be crushed.

Alice raised her cute little face and let out two whimpers. "It's scary, Lin Taro." She disappeared with a snap.

"Hey! Little Alice?" The perverted young-female panicked for a while.But when he stood up straight again, he returned to the appearance of the superior.This man in a custom-made black windbreaker made himself a big back, his eyes are sharp and sharp, like a wolf in the snow field.But if Fukuzawa Yukichi, who is called [Silver Wolf], heard this, the other party would say: "It's just a fox." But Mori Ogai's methods are much more cruel than foxes.

Tsushima Mochizuki could only see the back of the huge figure and the long white hair.The last person with this figure was his mother.

gave birth to his mother.

Actually... even the mother who yelled "devil" and "devil" would sneak into his room in the middle of the night, hug him and cry to death.

"it's all my fault."

"sorry."

"sorry Sorry sorry!"

……

The white-haired supernatural body reminded him of the woman buried deep in his memory.

The shape of the supernatural body sometimes changes according to the owner's wishes, and sometimes...they have their own wishes.

When the white tiger opened its eyes, its owner was such a small one.It watched the other grow up, the other was it, and it was the other.His will is the will of the supernatural body, and his sorrow and happiness are the sorrow and happiness of the supernatural body.

"Get out..." A hoarse and uncoordinated voice came from the mouth of the supernatural body.That half of the beautiful face turned hideously into the shape of a monster, like a soldier about to kill.

The other half, like black mud, was creaking and laughing.

No way, it was swallowed up, so it had to cling to the surface of the supernatural body.

The evil of this world flows in disgust, and its stench surrounds the surroundings, making people unable to bear to cover their mouths and noses and leave.

"Alright then." Mori Ogai waved his hand and took two steps back.His purple eyes were fixed on the boy and his psychic, and he wanted to say something.

"Does Tsushima-kun know about the fog that recently caused supernatural beings to commit suicide? So far, there have been hundreds of such incidents all over the world.

The boy gave him a puzzled look.

"Probably yesterday, Dazai-kun was taken away by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, the mastermind of those things."

Tsushima Mochizuki didn't know who Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was.But when Mori Ogai handed him the photo, he felt a burst of panic.Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is no one else.

——was the dead soul of his men.

The man named Tatsuhiko Shibusawa has long white hair and red eyes like fine rubies.

He has seen this man.

A long time ago, in an orphanage.

Because he was treated too much, and then accidentally killed the other party.

The alien let out a weak cry.

The pain of the master is its pain.

At the same time, he felt that the other party was probably an undead who came back to life like him.Crawled out of the grave on a stormy night, covered with mud and steam, and climbed the muddy road.

Speaking of death—

Tsushima Mochizuki thought of the tears that Dazai shed by the charcoal fire. He said with envy, "so brave" and "Mochizuki-kun is braver than I imagined", but then put the scalpel on his neck and wailed, " Totally disappointed."He is such a dead guy that it hurts people's hearts.

He roughly understood, [Lea's] behavior.But once he replaces [Lea] with [Dazai], his heart will hang in the air and have no place to rest.It seems that he has never called Dazai's name... Oda or Mr. Sakaguchi have always called "Dazai" and "Dazai".

"Oh, before you leave, take your previous relics with you." Mori Ogai said.

——It was a pitch-black cloak that seemed to run through his entire life.

Zhongyuan Zhong also went to the torture room after receiving the order from the leader, and passed someone at the door.That face evokes his memories many years ago: In that room full of carbon monoxide, Nakahara kicked open the door of Dazai's house, and saw two guys lying down by the brazier.Nakahara also saw in the turbid air that the boy next to Dazai had cherry red lips after carbon monoxide poisoning, and his face was as pale as snow.

Zhong Yuanzhong also moved out two corpse-like bodies, one was sent to the hospital, and the other was sent to the cemetery.

Nakahara also remembered the appearance of Dazai waking up from the ward.

A true sense of unrequited love.

"Don't just die, bastard." He gave his partner a light punch at that time.

Now the dead man with cherry-red lips passed him again.

...Ah, why tell them to clean up the torture chamber if it's not being used.It took half an hour just to get the rust off.

The fog is so thick, but he can move freely in this fog.

Dazai must be found.

But what kind of monsters live in the mist?His dark golden eyes rolled, and then he used his hand to push away a portion of the fog in front of him.

A wild locomotive sound burst from the night, and a cloud of dust suddenly rose.The dangerous and dangerous locomotive passed in front of his eyes, like a fast-moving black panther, and the car with a streamlined body stopped not far away.The driver of the car took off his hat, and the petite young man with orange hair was holding that girl-like face.

"Tsushima Mochizuki? Where are you going?" He inspected the white-haired boy's attire: black, black, and black, as if he was going to a funeral.

"Probably going to that place." Tsushima Mochizuki looked at the tall building that towered into the sky, a full moon was above the top of the pointed tower, its brilliance was rare in the foggy area.The magnificent building over 100 meters suddenly appeared there. If you look down from the top of that tower, you can probably see the most dazzling Swan Tower in Yokohama.He pointed to the tall tower looming in the mist. "He should be there."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko or Dazai Osamu.

It's all there anyway.

He just didn't know that there was another Fyodor Dostoevsky among them.

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked: "So have you already matched your abilities?" This fog will draw out the abilities of the ability users, and only by defeating them can people regain their abilities.But in the face of their own abilities, the vast majority of people will be timid and killed.

Tsushima Mochizuki shook his head, "I haven't seen it... I don't know much about this." Tiger Lan Yingying's eyes lit up in his heart.

Zhongyuan Zhong also clicked his tongue all his life, he himself is fine, this kind of mist is not of much use to an inhuman creature like him.

"Then—" Just as he finished speaking, a sense of supernatural power hit his ribs, and the petite man with orange hair pursed his lips. "Your ability is here." If you really want to face your ability, you probably have another difficult battle to fight.

A tall shadow floated through the vast mist, the posture of a woman, like a woman with a tall body like a white snow Yaksha.The red crystal on the forehead shows the enemy's position.

Snow White?Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows, is it the ability of that little girl Quan Jinghua?He could only vaguely see half of the face of the supernatural being, guessing because of the long white hair and the beautiful expressionless profile.

However, it wasn't that it was a very strange supernatural body, half of which was a beautiful woman as white as snow, and the other side was like a clay sculpture: pitch black, decadent, and exuding the smell of death.

"Please don't do it." Tsushima Mochizuki didn't detect any hostility from the supernatural body, and the female blue eyes were looking at him gently.

Central Plains Chuya:?

The white-haired supernatural body moved its lips.

"I———Waka———" It introduced itself intermittently in a slow tone, and the other half of it was in the shape of black mud, showing a rather sarcastic expression.

Zhong Yuan also thought to himself, this is much better than the leader's Alice.Alice is the incarnation of Mori Ogai's ability, but everything about him is set by the leader himself. Looking at that guy's appearance... this name must have been chosen by this ability body himself.

Tsushima Mochizuki read a story. The stage of the story was in the ancient famine of cannibalism. There was a girl named Wakasa who took in a child who made a living by killing—called a murderer—a boy named Asura. .Wakasa let Asura understand human emotions with her benevolent eyes, and she taught Asura to be kind with her own death.At the end of the story, Asura became a monk. What he does every day is to carve a lotus Avalokitesvara, and the face on the Avalokitesvara is Wakasa's face.

He thought, you know the story too, don't you?He put his finger on the face of the supernatural body, and the other party's slight, comforting sobs came from his ears.

Afterwards, he asked Nakahara Chuya, "Please send me to that tower."

Zhong Yuanzhong also murmured, "Okay."

This is the Tatsuhiko Room, a room built by a man named Shibusawa Ryuhiko using his abilities.There are tens of thousands of red gemstones stored in this room, and each one is the embodiment of a supernatural power.But among the gems that are as numerous as sea sand, there is no one that this man - Shibusawa Tatsuhiko wants most.So far, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko has not found the angelic brilliance that attracts him.

Now, his accomplice (self-proclaimed) - Osamu Dazai and Dostoevsky from Russia are sitting on both sides of the round table.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko felt the presence of something, "Someone is coming." The white-haired man walked down the high stairs, and his too long clothes slid forward step by step.

The white-haired boy was climbing the spiral staircase to the top of the tower, and behind him, the mist followed him.

Dostoevsky said: "Your new subordinate." No less than referring to the fierce and crazy Akutagawa Ryunosuke like a wild dog.

Osamu Dazai held his head, and there were sporadic smiles in his brown eyes, "No." He fiddled with the watch on his wrist.

Yesterday, he revisited the time between the two worlds again.If the conversion rate is 1:4.5, then it will be [-]:[-] in the morning, and half an hour later Dazai Osamu-Tsushima Shuji will die.

"Hey, you." The woman who still looks young said. "What the hell are you? Me? Don't you think it's funny?" Shuji Tsushima, who had detected the identity of the newcomer of the enemy alliance early, wanted to laugh. The AFO guy knew what a terrible thing he had put in his home. Is it just a ghost?

She couldn't help laughing out loud.

The black-haired young man sitting opposite Shuji Tsushima had a completely disfigured face, the kind of disfigurement where only the facial features were still visible.Maybe scars are not a hindrance to him, but a sign of charm.

Shuji Tsushima still has some basics about how heavy his face is.

"But I think I am the main body."

What both of them said was false.There are tens of millions of the same person in thousands of worlds. Even if they have the same basic form, they are all different individuals in general.

But... men and women are already two genders.

The two taunted each other and then turned to a certain topic.

The last piece of agreement: the AFO must die.

"Then, do you want to share it with me?" The man scribbled and drew on the paper, and finally drew a black villain who died tragically.

Ah, comparable to Alice's drawing skills.

"I tell you that you are of no use. Although you are me, even I can't get too much information in a strange place. Don't forget, your authority is all given by me. of."

"Being controlled by others is something I really hate." It was like this when I was in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.Follow the orders of others.

"You just have to watch from the side."

The man said dissatisfied: "Then am I useless? Hey, I'm not just for display."

Shuji Tsushima smiled and responded to the male, "You know."

You know what to do next.

The smell of the same kind can be smelled.

The watch on his wrist showed that the current time was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

The top floor of the Plantagenet Building adopts an airtight design, all the control systems are in the hands of one person, and all the substances under the floor of Twelve Ping are replaced with explosives.Hawkes will take the Sakura Satsuma to the storage room on the next floor at 4:50.

Ahh - it must be too late.As long as he stays here for another 7 minutes, the story of the different world can come to an end.

He suddenly laughed a long time ago, and the demon asked, "Why are you smiling so happily, Dazai-kun?"

"It's a wonderful feeling." Osamu Dazai said, "The guy I hate so much is finally dead, but she has actually reached her own happiness." He said in a mocking tone, but that There is envy in the ridicule that can be heard by others.

But ah...he is not [Dazai Osamu] who has nothing.

Dostoevsky fiddled with the bright red apples on the table and sighed for a while.

"In another hour, the British superpowers will sweep Yokohama. So five or 10 minutes ago, I will do it before them." Nakahara Chuya, the power is called [Dirty Sorrow], the power The most powerful force-type supernatural being currently recorded by the Secret Service Division.If there was anyone who could undo such a wide range of abilities caused by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, he was probably the only one.In a word, it is just to break it by force.

"Understood." Although he said so, Tsushima Mochizuki was in great confusion.He repented of his rashness as the misty winds brushed his face.Most of the time he's really a clumsy guy, his brain is almost there to watch.

If you get to that tower, what do you do next?During the roundabout, he met the eyes of the white-haired supernatural body.There is not much human brilliance in the eyes of the supernatural body, but he can also read the thoughts of the supernatural body.

The two of them were one.

Even though he has been resisting the opponent and refusing to use the opponent, his ability is still waiting for him in place.

Mochizuki Tsushima finally came to the bottom of the tower of the giant.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also always very tolerant of children - but he feels that the other party is like some kind of monster.

"Don't be forceful."

Tsushima Mochizuki hummed.He gathered the cloak with eye patterns on his shoulders, and looked at the tower in a daze.This is a huge birdcage. The so-called owner of the tower is probably a bird locked in the cage.

He kept moving forward along the spiral escalator engraved with the murals of Napoleon's Triumph, bypassing one after another of the ancient murals. After tens of millions of seconds, the ancient and heavy gate finally stood in front of him.But Mochizuki Tsushima didn't know what was hidden behind that door. Was it the mastermind of this incident, or a man-eating monster with a blue face and fangs?Everything is unknown.

[coward. ] The evil in this world punishes this verbal prestige, he controls the other half of the supernatural body and pushes open the white door that is more than ten meters high, and the red crystals displayed in the room are shining brightly.

"Welcome—a new guest is here." The strange way of speaking reversed the sentences before and after.The white-haired and red-eyed man stretched out his arms, like a holy father embracing a holy son. His two accomplices sat aside with different expressions.

Ten 1 minutes.It's passed.

The white-haired supernatural body rushed up, and her nothingness arm turned into a sharp tiger's claw.This time she did not express her feelings in human language, but returned to her usual tiger form, her blue eyes filled with hatred.

Tsushima Mochizuki had a little understanding of what attracted him, and why Wakasa was angry—

The man with white hair and red eyes, the man who died under the claws of the tiger, the man who was buried in the backyard of the orphanage and lost his head, the first person he killed, who occupied a very important part of his twisted life a human being.

The half-white and half-black tiger pierced the hateful man's face with its claws, but the face was so white that it dissipated like a mist and returned to its original appearance. shape.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

As he muttered in his heart, fear arose spontaneously.

But should he say that after dying once, he is more bearish about death?Those horrors were suppressed a little.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko touched his face in confusion, and muttered in a low voice: "This is my room..." Its ability is [Ryuhiko Between].He thought to himself, probably because of this reason, so he was unscathed.Facing this uninvited guest, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko showed a "hospitable" smile, "This guest's abilities are really amazing." As a collector of abilities, his praise came from his heart, like a king patrolling On his land, the man with white hair and red eyes took a step forward while looking at the boy opposite him.

"It's amazing...it's amazing...I think I've seen this ability somewhere...it's in the form of a tiger." He muttered like a psychopath, saying something, "No...I've definitely seen this Ability, but where is it?" He asked everyone and himself.

Osamu Dazai, one of his accomplices, gave a bloodless smile.

"Isn't that the supernatural image reflected in your pupils before you died, Shibusawa?"

The devil Dostoevsky raised his face and said softly, "Mistake".

There was a man named Shibusawa Tatsuhiko who thought he was the incarnation of a dragon.He has very powerful abilities, and he is recognized as a high-risk ability user in the Ability Secret Service Division.But it was such a powerful supernatural being that popped like a bubble.

Because he was in the orphanage, when he tried to get the supernatural power crystal from the body of a certain boy, he was killed by that supernatural power.

The devil from Russia used his abilities to make Shibusawa Ryuhiko's abilities think that he was Shibusawa Ryuhiko himself.

This dead man lived in the false lie of "I'm still alive".

It's really strange that after knowing that he was dead, he was able to discuss it calmly.No, it should have restored the cold posture that the supernatural body should have.The supernatural body with white hair and red eyes sat safely on one side of the table, and the four of them seemed to form a quadrilateral.

"Dostoevsky." The supernatural body in the form of an adult man pronounced this awkward name. The young man from Russia had pale skin and purple eyes. He wore the winter white hat and moved slightly. tilted his head.

"Discovered," said Dostoevsky.He felt that Osamu Dazai probably got some kind of help... like he had a page [of the book].She smiled at everyone with a rather innocent, innocent smile.

The supernatural body with white hair and red eyes watched coldly, because of his inhuman status, he was out of tune with everyone.

The supernatural body is part of the structure of the superhuman.To some extent, the wish of the supernatural being is the wish of the supernatural being.

"I want your abilities." The adult male's ability body stared at the three people, "I want it now." It was the endless light of life that he dreamed of.

Ability Secret Service Division.

"Mr. Sakaguchi! There is an energy fluctuation at α, and the value is rising crazily!" Miss Observer reported to his officer.

Ango Sakaguchi is in contact with the Central Plains.

"Ah, it's time to go." The powerful gravity controller said.Then he jumped out of the helicopter.

The brilliance of the moon shines on the earth, and Shibusawa Ryuhiko's ability turns into a giant dragon hovering above the sky.

Tsushima Mochizuki brushed away the wet and cold white hair on both sides of her.

Osamu Dazai said: "Chu will also solve this matter." He knew that the other party came to ask him for something back.The dark-haired youth pushed out the completely blank [book] that he had stolen.Others only need to take a look at it, and they will understand how wonderful this book is. There are many broken chapters missing the subject on the white pages.

Tsushima Mochizuki looked away from him for a while.

"Ah, I can't help it..." the black-haired youth said, "ようなら."

Futian General Hospital, Special Convalescent Department.Here lay the sick, half-nursed, half-surveilled.

At this time, it was the time before dawn, and the outside world was full of flames.

The author has something to say: "ようなら."——Where is Sayou, a very serious goodbye/See you again.

I think Zhong must also have a name and a plot!

Amway You Wenye Movie Edition!eat! !

…Originally, meeting Dr. Sen should be a kind of black and black mud biubiu, but I finished writing this on the holiday night.It's almost three o'clock in the morning and my brain is about to explode. Anyway, anyway, Dr. Sen only needs to have a young girl, no plot (bu)

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