How I was forced to be the villain

A teenager hangs from a crooked neck tree by the river in the distance. He has black soft curly hair and a large black coat that is stuck to his body and cannot fall off. It looks like a cluster of calamus swaying in the wind. As time goes by, his face begins to change color. whitish.

What attracted Jing Yeyan's full attention was the three bold and black characters on the man's head - Osamu Dazai.

Squatting in the grass, staring at the young man with burning eyes, he pursed his lips to keep his excitement from being too obvious, and asked with a sullen face, "Examiner, if the subject of the question dies, the supervisor will How to deal with this situation?"

[You can choose to answer blindly or hand in blank papers, please bear the consequences yourself. ]

The examiner's voice was quite ruthless.

After a long time, Kyono asked a difficult question: "Then, don't I have to guarantee the personal safety of Osamu Dazai before handing in the paper?" Then he touched his chin and thought seriously, "No, in this way, if a person dies Afterwards, I took off his clothes and probably got the answer..."

[How to answer is the examinee's freedom, but please allow me to inform you in advance that you can only get result points in this way. You must know that in the exam, we also have something called step points. ]

As soon as the examiner's voice fell, the examination system interface in front of Jing Yeyan's eyes immediately turned red, and he couldn't hide his desire to save people.

[warn!warn!The subject of the test question will completely lose its activity and response after 30 seconds! ]

[00:29...]

The numbers on the countdown that almost occupied the entire screen in front of him, every change seemed to indicate that he was one step closer to failing the fourth exam.

Jing Yeyan smiled: "Thank you."

[You are so kind]

With a "snap", a mosquito that flew onto his face was slapped to death, and Kyonoyan reached out and slid his hand on the surface of the retro-shaped ring on the index finger of his left hand.

It is a uniformly equipped space button, which is similar to a game backpack. It can store a small number of objects without traces of life activities, and the time will be kept at the moment it is put in.

When he was in school, Jing Yeyan used it to put all kinds of seasonings. After the field training camp, he also relied on this to win many good teammates.

Take out the only auxiliary item drawn this time [Handwriting Realization] from it.

This is a prop that can realize the fantasy world in the human brain within a fixed range.The more perfect the rules of the conceived world, the higher the degree of realization.Even if it is to reproduce the glory of the age of mythology, it is possible to completely lead the world in an unknown development direction.

As long as the speed of thinking can keep up.

The upper limit of [handwriting realization] depends on the degree of brain development of the user, and the abstract point can be called mental power.Because the user is the builder of the new world, the moment the world takes shape, the data and rules of the entire world will be on him.

It is very dangerous to build a world that you cannot control without authorization, and your brain is easily burned out.Jing Yeyan once heard that someone used this to blow up his brain.

But in any case, auxiliary props are still very useful for most candidates.

Because the examination room for candidates is rarely safe, after all, it is an exam, not a vacation.This makes it very easy for some candidates to "fall into a box".Not all candidates have enough individual combat strength, at least the intelligence department does not have high requirements for this.

It is not the school's intention to make it difficult for candidates.

Auxiliary props can help some unlucky candidates solve their difficulties.

However, the extraction of props is also a matter of luck.

In the "Warring States Dawn" exam, he once got a clothing set [strategizing], which has no use other than making him look rich.Fortunately, although he became the protagonist for no reason at that time, to put it another way, he was also equivalent to a camp commander, which was his old profession, and he didn't need to go to the front line to fight with real knives and guns, so the problem was not too big.

The other two games are the real pitfalls.

The light spots condensed into a card at the fingertips, and when he tossed it casually, the card turned into a thick book that could be used as a brick, and fell into Kyono Yan's hands.

The surface of the book is covered with all kinds of words that cannot be analyzed by humans, and then those words seem to come alive, walking on the cover.The pages of the book moved automatically without wind, and in Jing Yeyan's eyes, a red band of light suddenly flickered.

"Space of Imaginary Numbers—Rule Reconstruction."

After the voice fell, countless numbers and formulas flashed across the high-speed brain, and the space was analyzed, divided, and then reorganized in his eyes.

In the field of vision invisible to ordinary people, the crooked neck tree by the stream spreads to a radius of less than five meters. The space is slightly dislocated, and then separated from the normal world.

In this enclosed space, the only rule - death erasure, there is no concept of death here.

In other words, no matter how hard Osamu Dazai tried, it was impossible for him to achieve his goal.

As the countdown stopped at [00:02], Kyono Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the exam questions are kept temporarily.

Seeing doubts appearing on the face of "examination questions", he stood up and backed away quietly.

……

"Mr. Dazai!!"

Several members of Hong Kong gangsters came in a hurry, and when they saw the person hanging on the tree, they were shocked and ran over to put the person down.

The boy with all kinds of bandages on his body puffed up his cheeks, rubbed his neck unhappily, and muttered: "It's too surreal to hang on a tree for 10 minutes, but nothing happened. Come on!"

While speaking, he took two steps forward.

While the Hong Kong gang members looked at each other, he kept walking. The moment he passed by one of them, the gun that was pinned to his waist fell into his hand. He turned around and raised his hand without hesitation. trigger.

boom--

The pupils of the big man in black shrunk to the size of a pinpoint clearly reflected the traces of the bullets flying, it was clearly a moment, but in his mind, it was like a stop-motion animation, frame by frame, welcoming death.

Just when he thought he was going to die, the thin tip of the bullet stopped suddenly at the place where his pupil was almost touching his retina.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead, and he stared, not daring to blink.

Then, under everyone's gaze, the bullet shattered into a point of light and disappeared.

For a moment, everyone held their breath and couldn't say a word.

"Sure enough." Dazai Osamu clapped his hands with a smile, only one side of his kite-colored eyes was silent.

Ignoring the members of Hong Kong gangsters who were slumped on the ground, while playing with the gun in his hand, he walked to the grass on one side, stared there for a while, and let out a chuckle: "It seems that I met a kind person."

"Mr... Mr. Dazai?" The big man swallowed.I don't know why, although the young man is still smiling, it makes people tremble inexplicably.

"Let's go, isn't Dr. Sen looking for me?"

"Yes Yes!"

Because he didn't know where to start with this exam question, Kyono Yan's progress stagnated for a while.

As a black household, he had no other place to go, so he could only temporarily live in a slum.

It was a small house barely sheltered from the wind and rain.

One day in front of his house, a few young teenagers started a fight. It is not very accurate to say that they were fighting. It should be a group of people who were being beaten unilaterally by a teenager.I felt that the matter was not too serious, so I ignored it and continued to lie on the bed thinking about the exam.

Accompanied by a loud noise, a figure hit the door of his house, and with the broken board that was leaking everywhere, hit the only intact wall again.

That wall is not very strong, and it is a load-bearing wall.

Turning over, dodging the roof and falling down, he ran towards the wooden pole poked between his eyebrows, got up and jumped out of the window that was still in good condition, and stood outside among the teenagers pretending to be dead. The foothold - collapsed.

Then the culprit showed a wild provocation: "Oh? A fish that slipped through the net?"

The young man standing in front of Jing Yeyan put his hands in his pockets, he was not too old, but he was very imposing.From those blue eyes, you can feel full of vitality and vitality.

In a moment of ecstasy, the boy soared into the sky at an unbelievable height, raised his leg and kicked him in the air.

Jing Yeyan moved his toes slightly, adjusted his angle a little, and let the boy brush his ear, a violent wind lifted the broken hair on his forehead.There was almost no need to confirm again, he quickly found the landing point of the next attack, and then retreated a long way to the left rear.

Just when he stopped, there was a loud noise, and the man landed in his original position, smashing a shallow hole.The cracked lines on the ground spread to the bottom of his feet, just stopping at the position of his toes.

Looking at the person who stood up and laughed a little scary, Kyono frowned.

Can't beat it.

After coming to this conclusion, Kyono Yan didn't distance himself any further. In order to find a loophole, the simple dodging movements after that were almost all done by sticking to the boy.

"That person..." The person who fell on the ground was full of surprise.

His eyes followed the boy's smooth movements.His speed was astonishingly fast, and all that remained on the retina was the afterimage left by the boy's dodge, and he perfectly avoided the attack of the King of Sheep with the help of his dexterous positioning.

The body is stretched, and the movements of the hands and feet seem to be loose and free, but with an amazing sense of rhythm, not like fighting, but like dancing to the beat.Most importantly, during the whole process, he didn't even mess up his breathing.

"When did such a person come to Leibo Street?" The companion beside him asked him in a low voice.

"I do not know......"