disqualified hero

O or Oda, the scope of work has no boundaries, the employer informs the target person, the location of the activity through the Internet or other means, and he then goes to this place.Recently, Oda is active in Yokohama. Yokohama is one of the more chaotic cities in Japan. In addition, Fukuoka in Kyushu, Osaka in Kansai, and Asahikawa near the four northern islands are not very safe.

He moves among these cities, and Tokyo, where fish and dragons are mixed, is also a frequent place.

He recently lived in Yokosuka, and there is a direct Yokosuka Line to Yokohama. Oda came out of the curry shop in the afternoon, and there were very few people on the train. Look around, let alone the side, and there is no second person on a hard seat. .

He confidently took out the letter from his pocket and cut open the envelope.

He is a quiet person, especially when reading the contents of the letter, not only Oda, but also the space and time around his body seemed to be suspended together. The train was running on the rails, and the iron wheels rubbed against the rails to create bursts of sparks. , The sound of "Boom, Boom, Boom" lingers in the human cochlea, and the railway trains of the old era will always make such a sound.

Oda couldn't hear those voices, and he read the words wholeheartedly. Oda has always thought that D is a literary master, not "only voicing bitterness and writing dross" as he said. His writing is extremely fluent and beautiful. When D When the master gave him three pages of letter paper to write a long essay, Oda would appreciate the letter as prose.

The letter this time is undoubtedly prose in length, but the content is much deeper than he thought. He suddenly realized that this letter touched the core of Mr. D, and according to the other party's usual personality (he felt that he still had a deep understanding of Mr. D's character) count), the letter should have been lying in the trash.

He can still think of the scene where Mr. D throws the letter into the trash can. It only takes 30 seconds to nest the brittle and thin paper into a ball, and then make a shooting posture. He is probably a person with a childlike innocence.

All this was not what Oda Sakunosuke saw, it was his imagination.

Mr. D is also his imaginary friend. In fact, the concept of imaginary friend was introduced to him by the other party, but with the in-depth exchanges of letters, the image of Mr. D in his heart was gradually enriched, filled with flesh and blood bit by bit.

[I even had some conjectures about which writer Mr. D was. ] This idea was just skipped in Oda's mind, and it was buried deep in him. Whether he is tolerant or peaceful, he is very considerate of others, and his tolerance is not superficial. surface, but touches a deeper core.

[If he doesn't want to be recognized, then be a pen pal. ] Oda thought, [It’s okay to be a lifetime pen pal. ]

He vaguely sensed that the source of Mr. D's sense of security is the thousands of rivers and mountains separated by letter paper.

After reading this letter, Oda felt happy for the other party from the bottom of his heart: it's really great.

Oda took out the hard-shell notebook he carried with him, and took a pen. He has a good sense of balance, and the shaking of the train does not affect his writing. What's more, what he is writing now is just a draft of a letter, and he will need to use letter paper in a few days After copying it again, it is not a big deal if the handwriting is sloppy.

/ Dear Mr. D:

I have received the letter. /

After writing this sentence, he stopped writing again, not knowing how to write the next sentence.

It just so happened that the train entered the tunnel, "Boom, boom, boom", the sound became louder, the scenery outside the house was replaced by darkness, Oda Sakunosuke looked up, he looked at the opposite window, it was pitch black, his young, youthful face With exceptional clarity, he asked himself: what should I write?

I do not know.

He decided to leave a text that obeyed his heart.

／In fact, I don’t really know what the specific definition of a hero is. I don’t read philosophy books very much. Heroes are a bit far away for me. I haven’t met them in my life, and I probably won’t meet them in the future.If you let me say it, I think a hero is someone who does good deeds, standing on the side of good. /

He couldn't write anymore.

[People who do good deeds stand on the side of good and want to be heroes. ]

Three short sentences lingered in his mind, and Oda Sakunosuke thought over and over again, he seemed to understand something suddenly, but he didn't seem to, in short, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Just at a certain moment, my heart trembled.

[I want to see Mr. D. ]

When connecting good deeds, heroes, and Mr. D, his desire is unprecedentedly strong. He wants to meet Mr. D face to face, and wants to ask him some ravings that he doesn't understand.

[What do I want to do? ]

[Do I also want to be on the side of good? ]

he does not know.

"Boom, boom, boom—" the train came out of the long tunnel, and a ray of skylight fell on the locomotive first, "Boom, boom, boom", accompanied by the friction of different carriages, or the sound of wheels and rails touching, the light Spreading backward at an extremely fast speed, Oda Sakunosuke stared at his reflection in the darkness, but after only two seconds, the reflection disappeared. He saw a large area of ​​farmland, and the light shot through the window from behind and fell on him. on the back.

He is in the sun.

……

"Shut up." Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't raise his fists, and there was a tug-of-war between reason and emotion. In the end, he decided to hold back. As a means of intimidation, he showed a rather ferocious smile and said, "Why are you here?"

Shuji Tsushima didn't answer, he tapped the pink bead in Nakahara Nakaya's hand with his chin, and his posture can be said to be superior: "It's a disappearance case." He said, "It should have fallen from the woman during the escape." He was like It is a ferocious beast that enters other people's territories, and shows its wisdom with its teeth and claws to prove its strength. "This color is given by a sweetheart. Whether it is a man or a woman, the age is not very old, at most 14 or 5 years old." He Finally announced, "The two were arrested together."

"I said shut up." Chuya Nakahara announced the end of his patience. He swayed to the opponent at a high speed that Shuji Tsushima could only catch with the naked eye, and beat his fist viciously at his stomach. Shuji Tsushima leaned back as much as possible, but Still got punched.

"Wow." This sound was definitely not admiration or approval, but a pitiful scream from being hit in the stomach. He barely stepped on the ground with his feet.

Bend your upper body down, keeping your waist level, and cover your stomach with your hands.

He spat out a glob of stomach acid.

[Mistake. ] Shuji Tsushima's body and soul were divided into two parts. His body was tortured, which may be the heaviest shock in his short life so far, but his soul was calm and unshaken by the pain.

[Last time, I knew that he was very skilled, beyond the limit of his physical age. Looking at it now, it is no wonder that he can get along like a fish in water in the slums. The strength and speed of adults are not as fast as him. ]

"Tell me your purpose." Nakahara Nakaya approached him, and held Shuji Tsushima's collar tightly with one hand. The latter was a little taller, but Nakahara Nakaya chose the timing very cleverly. After being punched, Tsushima Shuji wobbled Standing on the ground, he fell down after being pulled, "Why are you here, young master."

Kichijiro hid behind Nakahara Nakaya. He was shocked by the reasoning made by Shuji Tsushima. With his paramecium brain capacity, he did not recognize it as reasoning. He preferred to be watched all the time by himself and others. Who told ghost stories late at night that the abandoned slums are actually full of various cameras, some belonging to the government, some belonging to the mafia, and some belonging to various organizations. Children like them are under surveillance every day. A movement is recorded in the camera.

He was suspicious, and told Zhongya this statement, hoping that he could help him destroy the camera, but Zhongyuan just said "ha", maybe rolled his eyes, and never said anything about it again.

"He's watching us!" Kichijiro screamed. He had changed his voice, but he screamed sharper than a girl. Nakahara Nakaya frowned when he heard this, but he didn't scold him much.

Shuji Tsushima recovered, and he said slowly, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but the person over there, is he delusional?"

"Don't change the subject!" Zhong Yuan Zhong was also fierce, "I asked you why you are here, answer quickly, don't play tricks."

"Okay." Shuji Tsushima raised his hands carelessly, and he made a gesture of surrender, but he didn't feel any surrender in his heart for a while, "Actually, this was just an accident."

"what?"

"Don't you think that I stuck to your ass like a follower and searched for your residence like a perverted Stoka, and followed all the way from Tokyo to the Yokohama slums to achieve today's unsatisfactory reunion?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also really thought so, but listening to his teasing tone, he knew that he was being sentimental. His face blushed instantly, and it didn't last long, but he was caught by the person opposite.

He has a sense of shame, and the current limit of shame is very low.

"You really think so?"

"To shut up!"

"Then tell me!" He twisted his face, "Why are you here?"

"Because the guardian is here." Shuji Tsushima replied kindly, "He came to investigate some things, and I came with him. Now as you can see, I got lost with him, and I happened to wander around while I was lost. to here."

[Guardian...] Nakahara Chuya directly equated the vocabulary with his parents. He looked at Shuji Tsushima's face more before he discovered the problem. The last time he saw it, he felt a vague sense of familiarity. Now he saw it. shock.

"Hello." Zhong Yuan narrowed his eyes, "Do you have any father or brother in the mafia?"

"what?"

Kichijiro kept his ears up to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two, and he raised his head furtively, wanting to see Shuji Tsushima's face but only dared to look out of the corner of his eyes.It just so happened that Kichijiro was there when Osamu Dazai came to exchange the keys, and everyone shouted for Chuya Nakahara to grab the supplies. He also mingled in the crowd and shouted to help. When the leader refused, he exchanged the keys, and then followed the big team to work as a porter At that time, Dazai Osamu was standing on the side talking to Nakahara Chuya. He boldly raised his head and engraved the man's entire face in his pupils. , It would be even better to be a cadre. ]

The impression was so deep that when he saw the whole picture of Shuji Tsushima, he immediately compared the two faces together, and then shouted: "It's a Mafia!"

Shuji Tsushima ignored Kichiro completely, saying, "No, I don't know."

"What don't you know?"

"His job." Shuji Tsushima said, "He only told me that he is a vagrant, and he is only occasionally entrusted by others to do some work, but I often don't see other people, maybe he is on a business trip."

His words were too inductive, so Nakahara didn't think much about it, he only confirmed the relationship between Dazai Osamu and the child in front of him in his heart, he put down the cloth in his hand rather unwillingly, and said viciously: "Get out, where are you from?" Where are you going back?"

Kichijiro nodded secretly. He was very afraid of death, and he was even more afraid of offending the Mafia gang. He linked the organization behind Shuji Tsushima with the fantasy of "surveillance cameras all over the street", thinking that if something happened to Shuji Tsushima, he would also He will be held accountable, and the children living in the slums have heard of the mafia's way of revenge. He doesn't want to try it by shooting first and then sinking in Tokyo Bay.

"Don't you really need my reasoning?" Shuji Tsushima was reluctant to part with him again, and he said, "Do you want to track down the disappearance and find them? Judging from the intelligence you have shown so far, that is unlikely. Achieved." He meant something, "Although you have extraordinary violence, I guess it is caused by supernatural powers, but because your power is too strong, you are used to breaking the way with force at a young age, but you have no wisdom. Development is just the intelligence of ordinary children, plus a group of mobs under him, it is impossible to find out the truth of the matter." He did not hide his contempt for Jijiro, the latter's nose was red with anger, but he dared not say it Afraid of offending the adults behind Shuji Tsushima.

Nakahara was also very unconvinced. He didn't think he was stupid, and he didn't think that he could only find the answer by relying on the stinky brat in front of him. Now his face was colder than frost, and he didn't look good towards Shuji Tsushima: "If you don't leave, you still want to Stay here to be beaten?"

"Okay." Shuji Tsushima shrugged, "I guess we'll meet again." He simply ran away.

The Central Plains also wished to sprinkle salt on him to get rid of the evil.

"Go to hell, brat," he yelled, "we'll never see each other again!"

……

"Digoxin, cortisone, gentamicin, compound Ludin..." The man in the white coat rummaged through the medicine box, "I found it, I found it, morphine." He huddled up and tossed and turned in front of the floor cabinet, his posture was very unsightly, and his white coat was also stained with dust. It seemed impossible for outsiders to believe that he was a doctor, let alone that he was famous in Yokohama.

"Why are you looking for morphine?"

"Of course it's to relieve the patient's pain." Dr. Sen replied, "Oh, what a pity. It's rare that there is an extra hole in the shoulder once I go out. The location of the hole is very good. It's rainy recently, and it hurts as soon as it rains. Tolerance, as a doctor, you can't watch your patients being tortured to death, and taking a small dose of morphine should be fine."

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai raised his legs, "It's really responsible."

"Haha, don't dare to be that." Mori Ogai said in a novel, "It's just a doctor's bounden duty." It's as if he is really a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded. "Speaking of which," he asked, "you've been visiting my place quite frequently recently?"

"I can't help it." Osamu Dazai said, "Because Yokohama is the source of evil, as long as we track down the time in Tokyo, we must come here no matter what."

Dr. Sen sat back in his chair: "You came alone?"

"No." Osamu Dazai said, "There are two people, but the child seems to have lost it."

Mori Ogai was very interested: "Is it your adopted child?"

"That's right." Osamu Dazai said, "He is a smart kid who can make waves everywhere in the future."

"This kind of evaluation is really exciting." Mori Ogai opened the drawer while talking. He took out the documents at the top, tidied them up, and handed them to Osamu Dazai, "The information you want."

"As expected of Sen-senpai." Osamu Dazai said, "The efficiency is really high." He smiled, "It's almost as if I have already organized this information in my hands."

"What are you talking about, Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai also smiled, their smiles are so similar yet so different, "It's just the most basic professional ethics." He added, "Since your adopted child is in Yokohama , then do I have a chance to meet him?"

"It's best not to." Osamu Dazai said distressedly, "I don't want Shuji-kun to have a strange habit."

"Please calm down a bit, Mori-senpai."