[Comprehensive] BE saves the world

Watari came to the commercial street again the next day.

Don't get me wrong, she didn't have anything she wanted to buy this time.

She came to confirm one thing.

Sure enough, under the bright streetlights, Shikuraki, dressed in black, was still sitting on the bench from yesterday.He pulled the sweater all the way to the top of his head, and sat there bored, his right foot was shaking impatiently, his hands were in his pockets, and his whole face was full of irritability.

Relying on my many years of experience as a stalker, Du Wo dexterously hid in the corner and looked at Sigang Mudiao with an intriguing smile on his face. .

He looked very irritated, made more irritated by not knowing why he was irritated.When I saw his expression, I almost burst out laughing.

Fortunately, before she laughed, the girl finally appeared.

The other party was wearing an old-fashioned black sailor uniform, which was the uniform of a nearby famous middle school that I even knew, and the deviation value and enrollment rate were very high.The girl has a slender and intellectual face, and her shoulder-length short hair is neatly arranged, revealing a clean and white face.She seemed to have just parted ways with her companions, and she waved her hand to the distance and walked forward with a smile - walking this way.

I was guessed by my body, this road is probably the only way she must go home.

She probably guessed right.

The girl walked towards this side with brisk steps, her eyes subconsciously searched for the side of the road, when she saw Shikuragi, the girl who looked like a middle school student was startled for a moment, and then showed a slightly surprised smile .

"Well... good afternoon!"

It can be seen that the girl is really a little nervous, she doesn't seem to think that Niugaragi is a weird person, but just like seeing an ordinary classmate, she naturally raised her hand to greet him, and then walked to Beside him, he bent down, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the neck of Siganmu... very seriously.

"Does the wound still hurt?" She tilted her head and asked, "Did you disinfect it after going back last night? It seems that there are no new scratches... Well, it's good, keep it up. There are a lot of bacteria in the nails. It's very easy to get infected."

"... Long-winded." Sigang Muhang stepped back a little unhappily, "Is there something wrong with you? I told you to leave me alone...kill you."

"Okay, okay. Let me meddle in my own business." The girl gave two perfunctory "hmm", raised her hand, and put it lightly on Shigaoki's neck, "Let me see... No way! You are not disinfected at all!"

"Hmph, this little injury will get better anyway..." The muscles on Shigangmu's face were about to twist together, "It's you, get your hands off me! I don't need anyone else to help me!"

"No, no, no." The girl was very firm and tough. Regardless of Shigaraki's objection, she tore off the band-aid, "Hiss—you see, it's because you don't want to disinfect it properly, and the wound is a little festered! No way, You should love your body more!"

"...I've already told you that you are very talkative!" Shigaraki turned his head away, "Besides, what does my wound have to do with you?"

"How should I put it... this is one of my quirks."

The girl took out a portable alcohol cotton pad from her bag, tore open the paper bag, and gently pasted the cotton pad on the wound on Shiganmu's neck. After doing all this, she smiled as if she had a sense of accomplishment.

"Great, I was thinking that I might meet you, so I brought an alcohol swab - and I did."

"baffling."

Shikuragi's tone was still bad, but his sitting posture was not as irritable as before.I was a little surprised to see that his back relaxed, like a cat no longer on guard.Only his neck was still awkwardly turned to one side, and his eyes were blocked by thick bangs and the brim of the sweater, making it difficult to see what kind of expression he was showing.

Shigaraki clicked his tongue loudly as if he couldn't bear it, and his tone was ten times worse than before.

"What's wrong with you guy? What does my body have to do with you? Even if I like to get hurt, it's my own business!"

The girl shrank her neck as if she had been stabbed, she lowered her eyes, and took a step back slightly—seeing this, Shikuragi's expression suddenly became more irritable than before—but she paused, Holding the alcohol cotton in the palm of his hand, after working hard for a while, he once again showed a bright smile to Shikuraki that was not much different from before.

"Hehehe... So I said there's nothing I can do." She scratched her cheek with some embarrassment, "I can't leave the injured person alone...Here, this is for you."

The girl pulled away Shikuraki's left hand, and put a brand new Band-Aid in his palm.

"Well, if you don't like my help, remember to post it yourself?" She compared her neck, "Don't forget...that, bye?"

"...Get out of here."

Shigangmu clenched his left hand tightly, clutching the small band-aid in his palm, with a very bad and vicious tone.

"Go wherever you like, in short, don't let me see your stupid face."

...Then why don't you come to this kind of place to squat with others?

At that moment, even my body couldn't help complaining about my boss in my heart.

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"Although it is said that boys' psychological development is relatively slow, and their psychological maturity is much, much later than girls..."

I folded my arms and spoke in a very sad tone.Although I can't see my expression without a mirror here, I guess my expression should be equally painful.

"Didn't I say that our boss's mental age is too immature? Is he a primary school student who pulls the braids of the girl he likes? No, is this brain really at the level of a primary school student? Why do I think it is at the kindergarten level??? "

Dabi and Heiwu coughed at the same time.

"I can't pretend that I didn't hear this kind of accusation against all men." ← This is Dabi with an unusually delicate expression.

"The statement just now was sexist, Yaemeng." ← This is the black mist whose expression is too ethereal to distinguish.

"Anyway, la-la—" Wataru came to the conclusion categorically, "Nigaraki must be interested in that girl!"

"Isn't this nonsense?" xn

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"

"Huh..." I drank the milk in the glass in one gulp, and put the glass in front of the black mist to signal him to refill, "Well, a guy like Shikuragi actually has no resistance to that type unexpectedly Woolen cloth."

Guys like Sigang Muhang who had a miserable childhood had no resistance against the kind of "partners of justice" type of good old man.

It can be seen from his obedience to allforone's words from this point that Siganmu may not be ignorant of allforone's malicious intentions, but, for him, allforone is the only one who treats him well unconditionally—even if it just seems—so For Shikaoki, allforone is to a large extent, equivalent to his father in his heart.

Although he won't admit it.

"The more I resist, the more I yearn for it." I held my chin, and tapped the glass with my fingertips, "That kind of unconditional kindness and kindness...Although it's naive, but when you point it at yourself...it's actually hard to refuse. .for a guy like him."

In a word, he is a childish brat who lacks love.

"But where did this come from, Mrs. Saintess?" I picked up the milk that was added to the black mist, and couldn't help complaining, "To be honest, let me meet such a brat who doesn't know what is good or bad. I just want to hit him with an alcohol bottle... I will never bandage his wound. His words are too annoying."

"That's right, that's right." Toga nodded again and again, and raised his hands high in agreement, "If it were me, I wouldn't care about Shigaraki's life or death!"

"No, I don't think you two mean the same thing." Hei Wu whispered.

"I know that." Tuwais who was listening silently raised his hand suddenly, trying to join in the gossip.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Do you know that kid, Tuwaisi?"

"Actually, I don't know each other..." Tuwais scratched his head embarrassingly, "That... actually, I just happened to hear it by chance."

"Oh……"

I nodded expressionlessly.

Well, I see, you also went to eavesdrop on Shikaki, right?

In other words, can this enemy alliance still recover?Heroes stopped fighting?The hero stopped pushing?Anti-social should be put aside... Shall we all watch the love history of the boss first?And still follow one by one? ? ?Is Sigang Muhang really the boss of this enemy alliance? ? ?Why do I feel that you have no respect for him? ? ?

Having said that, if you use the method and passion of stalking the boss to torment Xiongying, then why worry about not being the hegemony... No, I mean why worry about leveling a mere Xiongying High School?

Having said that, I couldn't help casting doubtful eyes on Dabi.

Dabi's face froze: "What's your expression?"

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "No, it's okay... Maybe I'm overthinking."

I was suspecting that you insisted on asking me to go undercover at Strath Pharmaceuticals because you wanted to leave me with the work that Shigaoki arranged for you, so that you would have time to watch the boss's love gossip...

I always feel that this possibility is too great to make me want to cry...

Tuwais coughed and drew my attention back to him, and then he began to speak slowly.

The date Tuwais met Shikaki and that girl was in a certain park two days ago.

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The date Tuwais met with the girl was in a certain park two days ago.

No, to be honest, whether it can be called a "dating" is really doubtful.

If it is said that a man and a woman make an appointment to appear on a certain occasion at the same time, then it is probably a date (in the broadest sense).But if you ask for something similar to love, or the minimum requirement is some tacit understanding with a little ambiguous atmosphere... then I'm sorry, there is no such thing at all.

There was not even the slightest peachy atmosphere between those two people.

However, for the members of the enemy alliance, it is worth noting that their boss is walking with a strange girl.

So the moment Tuwais saw the opponent clearly, he immediately bent down and hid in the shadow of the woods, and started his 110 wiretapping.

(Me: "So why are you so proficient?"

Tuwais: Uh... probably, the conditioned reflex of hiding from the police and the hero? )

"So? What did you see?"

What made Tuwais hide was not actually the dead man - although the dead man was indeed a boss who seemed to be suffering from severe mania and could kill his subordinates at any time - but the dead man. Karagi Taka and that girl's movements.

He was supporting the girl with one hand.

Although impatience was written all over his face, he was cocking one finger to prevent his "personality" from being activated by all five of his fingers on the other party. Using such a laborious and twisted posture, he supported the girl with one hand.

And that girl's face was as white as a piece of paper.If it wasn't for Sigangmu who was supporting her, if Tuwais dared to bet her head on her neck, she would definitely fall to the ground with her knees weak on the spot.

Probably because of her ugly face, although Shizuoki looked like he wanted to throw her to the ground, he still held her arm firmly and helped her sit down on the swing.

Squeak, squeak.

It was evening at this time, and the setting sun was like a fire, dyeing the sky crimson.The sunset glow is not that pure blood red, but with a little bit of black and a little bit of gold, so the redness is more like the smeared blood.Eeriely bright, eeriely dark.

In the light that dyed the air red, the little girl leaned on the swing, her feet unconsciously pressed against the ground, letting the swing shake.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

Amidst the stagnant sound of the old chain twisting the steel bracket, the girl's face was as pale as if she had just been fished out of an ice cave.The black sailor suit made her look more and more cold, she bit her lip slightly, as if she didn't know how to speak.

After a while, the girl finally raised her face.Only then did Tuwais realize that she was still afraid.Those bud-like lips lost their color, and those slender shoulders trembled slightly.She only glanced at Shigangmu, then lowered her head again.However, the slender fingers silently grabbed the hem of Niigaragi's black sweater, and his hands were still trembling.

She is afraid.

It's not that I'm afraid of dead wood, but I'm afraid of something else... something more terrible.

"...Handprints." She whispered, "Printed on the car window, baby's small handprints..."

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"Stop, stop, stop." I quickly stretched out my hand and shouted to stop.

To be honest, my whole body is not well.I looked at Tuwais with the corners of my mouth twitching, feeling powerless all over.

"I said... didn't we agree to talk about the love affair of Shikuragi? Why did it suddenly become a suspenseful horror story??? What is the baby's handprint on the car window... It sounds like summer Refreshing ghost stories... We are already in autumn, right? The season of ghost stories should have passed, right?"

The autumn wind is so cool, what summer ghost stories are you telling!It's too cool, it's going to be a cold heart, hey! ?

Tuwais looked at me with those innocent and innocent eyes, and shrank his neck pitifully.

"But that's indeed what that young lady said to Shigaraki..."

"Although I have a bad premonition, you should continue talking." I rubbed my forehead, motioning for Wise to continue.

...Speaking of which, why?I always feel that this summer ghost story seems to have a sense of sight...

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"I saw the baby's handprints in the car."

To put it simply, it was such a trivial matter that was so frightened that the girl lost all blood and was unable to stand still.

"What's so scary about that kind of thing?" Dead Karaki's tone was very disdainful.

"Is, is it like this...?" The little girl let go of the hand holding his clothes, and tightly grasped her right wrist, "Maybe, maybe it is like this, maybe I misread it. Not necessarily...hehehe..."

There wasn't much reassurance in that laugh.On the contrary, it was a happy laughter that was desperately disguised in order not to make others worry about him.Like the girl's hands, they trembled imperceptibly, forcing himself to put on a calm look that even he couldn't fool.

"Tsk..." Siganmu looked even more irritable, "I'm so annoying."

"Yes, I'm sorry...?"

Although she didn't understand what happened, the girl bowed her head obediently and apologized.

So Siganmu looked even more irritable: "I didn't talk about you! Hold your head up!"

"Yes, eh... yes?"

The girl's expression looked more and more confused.

"Tsk...!" Sidangmu gritted his teeth, and simply sat down on the other swing next to the girl, "Okay, tell me what you saw just now, completely and completely. Clear. I'll help you get rid of that pretender, so it's over?!"

"Ah..." The girl opened her eyes slightly, "Well, thank you very much!"

So, in the blood-red afterglow of the setting sun, the girl slowly told her story.

When she was still in elementary school, the girl once refused to save a baby.

No, strictly speaking, that's not entirely the girl's fault.

It was a hot midsummer, and the girl who was still in elementary school helped her mother go shopping in a nearby mall.In front of the road near the mall, she saw a very cute baby in a car.The one-year-old child has grown very big, with big eyes, round and chubby cheeks, and looks very cute.The girl couldn't help saying hello to the baby in the car, and the other party returned her a naive and cute smile.

However, when the girl came out of the mall after shopping, what she saw was the police surrounding the car, and... a little baby on a small stretcher whose whole body was swollen purple.

"The child's mother parked the car there and played billiards in a nearby pachinko shop, forgetting that her child was still in the car..." The girl bit her lips tightly when she said this, "If At that time, I wish I had realized it. I wish I had remembered that it is dangerous for a child to be left alone in the car..."

What is the fault?Or is it inevitable?

The air conditioning in the car stopped.In that season, the temperature inside the car must be like a stove.

How much pain did that little baby go through before he died? ——For so many years, just thinking about this problem makes the girl feel like she can't breathe.

But at that time, the young girl couldn't understand what was going on.

So she stopped the police in a panic, gestured and stammered, and asked them about the little baby in a voice that was almost crying.

And at that moment—the moment when both the police and the child's mother understood that the girl was a witness who witnessed the last moments of the baby's life...

"It was you!! It was you who killed it!! Did you see it!? Did you see it!? That was you who killed it! If you were more careful, this would not have happened!! Murderer! Murderer!! "

- Accused by that crazy mother.

"So what does it matter to you?" Shikaragi's tone was very disdainful, "A good man must have a limit—after all, if his mother doesn't leave him in the car, then nothing will happen? "

The girl just showed a wry smile of embarrassment.

Over the years, there must be quite a few people who have talked to her like this.Family, friends, even the police and teachers.Many people must have told her that.

"it's not your fault."

"You can't think of it either."

"It's all accidents, and there's no way around it."

Such words must have appeared many times during her growing up.

However, the question was never whether others could forgive her.

Rather, whether she can forgive herself.

"Since then, it has been difficult for me to leave the injured person alone." The girl whispered.

For the girl, that incident was probably a trauma that would accompany her for the rest of her life.In a sense, that was what shaped her over-serious, over-responsible personality.

It's not that you can't leave the injured person alone.

It's the inability to leave anyone she thinks in need of help.

I don't want to see someone die so tragically like that again.

I don't want to be accused of "it's all your fault" and "it's all your fault" anymore.

I don't want to live like that again... I was tortured by my conscience repeatedly, tormented, and questioned "Can you really say 'it's not my fault'".

Sigang Muhang has only one sentence to comment on this.

"so boring."

He made a "cut", and kicked the bunker under his feet vigorously as if very irritable.

"So? What does this have to do with you seeing the baby's handprint? Don't tell me that after so many years, the baby's spirit came to you."

The girl slowly clenched her wrist tightly.

After a while, she nodded slowly.

"……I saw."

Her voice was tense, as if it was about to break.

"At that time...in that car...I saw..."

Under the car window, the figure of a fat baby flashed by.

And I even saw the dead handle wooden hanging that happened to pass by, densely covered with handprints on the entire car window.

On the windows of the empty car, countless greasy and dirty white handprints emerged vividly and clearly.

...the baby's handprints.