[One Strike Man] Saijie Doujin Collection

After being airdropped and standing on the ground, he looked around blankly.

"Let's go." The teacher said with great interest, he seemed to understand everything, maybe he had easily seen through the situation, maybe Genos hid it so well that he didn't find anything.But he undoubtedly knew what to do next, which filled Genos with a sense of crisis.

Genos pursed his lips into a line, followed beside him, and made up his mind not to ask any questions, and not to expose his dilemma to the other party through any questions.

The teacher took out a stack of colorful papers from his pocket, flipped through them and compared them. When he flipped through the papers, Janos found himself putting his hands in his pockets instinctively, as if he was looking for something. Could it be Vigilance is giving him a warning, asking him to find a weapon hidden in his clothes?

His fingertips touched the corner of a hard object, smooth and cold, Genos took it out and found that it was a black hard leather journal, and an ink pen that could also be carried with him was stuck in the journal in the cracks.What does it mean?

The teacher turned over those things intently, as if he didn't care about Genos's little movements, and he was muttering to himself, as if he was reciting some mysterious spells.Genos wanted to know what he was looking at, but he was reluctant to get too close. There should be a distance between them. Genos had to beware of the sudden attack of this elusive enemy.

"...This store offers [-]% off eggs, this store offers [-]% off beef, this store buys a frying pan and gets a free apron, this store buys two catties of cabbage and gets half a catty of green onions..." The teacher murmured, looking up at Genos : "Jenos, have you written it down?"

"Write it down?" Genos couldn't help but look at him dully. Is this an April Fool's joke?

"...Could it be that you didn't remember Genos?" The teacher showed a slight shock.

Genos opened the notebook, which contained scattered information on daily discounts, supermarket environment, and time spent... Why did he keep recording these boring information in the notebook and carry it with him?Is this another trap set by the person called "Teacher" in front of me?He sees that Genos is gathering info on his weaknesses, so messing it all up with irrelevant info?

And Genos couldn't believe that he was doing what he told him to do.

"Ganos." This man walked towards him, his face was full of emotions, his brisk voice, and his proficient shouting, from GENO to S, from the rising first note to the sliding end note, naturally coherent , as if he had called this name countless times, but Genos knew that they were not that close at all.As intimate as the name he called, the hidden malice was as deep as it was.

Don't lean in!Genos wanted to back off, to yell at him, to raise his hand to resist his self-righteous words, stop!leave me alone!Stand there and don't move!Honestly wait for me to blow you to pieces!

But he still didn't move after all, the things that came out to hinder him in the morning are still hindering him in his brain. Whenever the "teacher" approaches, every nerve in the brain will slowly tense up, because this is The reason for the headache caused by two thoughts fighting.

Beside this person, even the blowing of the wind makes people feel uncomfortable. The background trees on both sides of the street, trash cans, the sky, and birds are incomprehensible, unanalyzable, contradictory, and preemptive... Genos's whole body is shaking. Stiff and taut, ready to touch.

The teacher suddenly let go of his expression, and the lines on his face instantly simplified: "Janos, do you want some ice cream?"

"Hey?"

The teacher's eyes did not look at Genos, but at the back of Genos.Genos didn't dare to turn his head, lest this was another trap, the teacher might just want to take advantage of his surprise, trick him into turning his head, and catch him from behind unexpectedly...

Before analyzing this intention, the teacher has already dashed out, brushing past Genos, the speed is as fast as a gust of wind, bringing up a string of phantoms, Genos turned his head impressively, and almost pinned his neck His eyes were filled with all kinds of analysis and data about this person's talents, and at the same time, he found the same record in the database.

Before he was relieved, Genos found that the other party had really stopped at a mobile ice cream stand. With a childlike and harmless expression, he looked at the signs on the ice cream truck and waved at Genos. : "Hey, Genos, let's see which one you want, um... do you want to eat one-piece popsicles?"

"Ice cream... popsicles..." Genos mechanically repeated these words that were so unfamiliar to him.

In his distant memory, there seems to be something called "popsicles". Accompanied by the hot summer, the occasional cool breeze felt in the hall, the endless cicadas, the low eaves, the shaking cattail fans, the lush The big tree, endless homework, etc., a few short figures swarmed out of the shop that was too small to be ignored, and the popsicles they held in their hands kept dripping, sticky, Because it is made of sugar water.

Genos doesn't recall this, it's inappropriate, there's a tenderness to this thing, and is this the time to bring it up?At this murderous time?

No.80 Eight short stories

There are no one-piece popsicles for sale, and this discontinued thing is just a memory in time.The teacher paid for the two red bean popsicles with a regretful expression, and Genos just watched, even though his fingers had touched the corner of the wallet just now.

The teacher approached him with a popsicle stick, and Genos had learned to take a step back before speaking. He found that this could not only keep some distance from the teacher, but also prevent the teacher from continuing to approach him.

"Don't want it? Genos." The teacher raised his hand, and the red bean popsicle was pinched in his fingers. The poor-quality sugar-water solidification looked not only ordinary, but also a little gray.He looked at Genos with a little probing eyes and a little apology for no reason: "Don't like it?"

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not." Ben had made up his mind not to talk to him anymore, but Genos still said involuntarily, and then bit his lower lip bitterly, for this uncontrollable self.

It's bad enough just to have a conversation with someone to kill, Genos will never accept a gift from the other person, no matter what it is, a normal popsicle, or something else, it's not necessary... …

When his consciousness returned to his mind, Genos found himself holding the stick of the popsicle, staring blankly at the crushed cross-section of the popsicle. There was a cold feeling in his mouth, mixed with the sweetness of red beans. There was an indelible buzzing sound in his ears, loud and piercing noises, and he was so angry that he crushed the popsicle in his palm.He wasn't sure if he touched the teacher's hand when he took the popsicle, and he was a little disgusted by the sudden and delicate thought.

Well, if it is said that he wanted to kill the man in front of him at the beginning, it was only because it was Genos's "task".So now, Genos's disgust towards him is almost overflowing, from this man's exaggerated footsteps, from his seemingly intimate voices, from the sound of the cloak shaking in the wind, from this sweet and greasy popsicle , from a body that cannot be controlled, from the contradiction of wanting to be close but having to kill... He is like a fly that flies over the dinner table while lunch is in progress, or the first stain on clean clothes, or everything that drives people to commit crimes aggregates.Genos couldn't even figure out how their lives could fit together.

Genos threw the popsicle pieces into the trash bin with a blank expression. The teacher didn't seem to notice his movement, or didn't say anything when he saw it, but walked forward on his own, biting the popsicles. The ground sounded, and Genos's electronic eyes locked on to his actions. The system sent out a series of analysis, and the target was on target. He imagined sending out an incendiary cannon to shatter the opponent's naked head, just like smashing a watermelon. This childish way of revenge eased his mood a bit, and the unreasonable guilt that came with it even made him feel some self-abuse pleasure.

Their first stop was a flower shop.The teacher squatted among a bunch of cactus flower pots, and happily selected these similar-looking plants.

"I want to buy a pot of cactus," he said to Genos, "but they look exactly the same."

It's none of my business.Genos thought.

But he said, "The teacher likes cacti?"

"It's easy to raise." The teacher nodded heavily while talking, as if this reason was enough to convince the world, and then he said with a little regret: "I used to have a pot. By the way, there should be a pot in your notebook. drawing."

I saw.Genos thought.He held an open notebook in his hand, which recorded all the trivial things in life, which seemed endless, including the teacher's way of reading comics, the way of cooking and folding clothes, the schedule of special offers, and his comments on TV programs. The evaluation is not only a record, but also a stick figure that is as uncluttered as an electric current design diagram, and even the angle of action is clearly marked. Of course, things in the teacher's life are indispensable, such as the pot of cactus.

It seems that if Genos successfully kills the teacher, he can still take this notebook and continue the teacher's life without any mistakes.

However, these are not what Genos wants.

He didn't want to know what kind of voice the other party used to call his name, why the other party was happy or nervous, why the other party gave him popsicles, and why the other party gave him popsicles.