Handbook of Heroes and Heroes in Love [Comprehensive]

Who says evil exists only in criminals?

Human nature is inherently evil, and the fetters, empathy, and moral sense generated during the growth process... Of course, the most important thing is the constraints of the law, so that a person's thinking can be in a normal state, which is good in the usual sense.

Once it exceeds a certain threshold, it will be uncontrollable to do evil and become a criminal.

However, the negative emotions accumulated by normal people are always sealed in the bottle by common sense. As long as a small gap is created at the right time, the evil thoughts suppressed by various restraints will eagerly come out of the sealed bottle.

They are not afraid of doing evil, but they are afraid of being discovered when they do evil.

That's why there are so many people who are unscrupulous on the Internet.

He is a criminal only if he is found out, and if no one knows about it, he is still a normal person who abides by the law.

There are so many people in the world, although the proportion of such people is small, it is still a considerable number.

—no one will know.

-Look, this is a completely anonymous response, no one knows what I did.

- Everyone doesn't know who I am.

——With so many people participating, I just joined in the fun and didn't play a decisive role.

——It turns out that I have so many of the same kind.

When Osamu Dazai talked in a brisk tone, people could see his expression through the mask.

His eyes must have been bent into a beautiful crescent shape, and malice spread along the upturned corners of his mouth to his entire face, with a hint of sarcasm and interest, as if he was watching an absurd black comedy.

Nakahara Chuya, who was running fast, leaned forward slightly, with his black windbreaker baring his teeth and claws behind him.

They and the girl searched due south from different routes—if someone wasn't too weak, they could actually be divided into three routes.

"So? What is the purpose of that person?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked straight ahead, breathing steadily, and seemed to be familiar with his views.

Osamu Dazai followed closely behind him, and smiled slightly when he heard the words, "Oh, how can such a kind person like me know this."

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a snort, speeding up a little, and immediately left a certain drag behind.

What else can a guy like this who can't carry him do other than accommodate his speed?

I don't know how.

"Wait? Are you going too far?" Osamu Dazai pulled his throat exaggeratedly behind him.

This guy was determined that he didn't want to attract the attention of a certain surveillance system, so Zhongyuan Zhong could only wait for him silently for a while, until he caught up before moving forward again.

Just when he thought that the mafia leader would not speak out again, he heard his sigh-like whisper, like a pebble dropped into a pond, causing faint ripples.

"Once that person dies, this anonymous response system is enough to make her abandon this society."

At the same time, another person sighed like this.

"That guy is such a worried parent. He spent so much time trying to help the child get the toy he wanted." The white-haired boy gently squeezed the cotton candy on his fingertips, sighing perfunctorily.

Dubi pressed the chill on his back forcibly, "...the target is so obvious, she will know who did it sooner or later, isn't he afraid of her revenge?"

If the first one [-]% really died, she would drag him to the end even if she tried her best.

"So what if you know?" The young man tilted his head, as if he was a little puzzled, "The reason why people in this world are divided into three, six, or nine classes, isn't it because of their personality? That guy dares to plan such a thing, he is sure of himself The power is above her, and I have figured out how to deal with it."

it's actually really easy.

Since the toy uses strength as capital to make troubles, then deprive her of what she is proud of, lock it up, and spend some time taming it slowly - it won't take too much time, after all, when the time comes... she has nowhere to go.

"Have you investigated that person?" Dabi asked.

"No, I just positioned him. I've spent the past few days arranging these things, so I don't have time to do anything else," the boy weakly pointed at the projection that occupied the entire room, and muttered complainingly, "I'm so exhausted. The level of technology in this world is too low.”

Dabi pretended not to hear the last sentence, and decided to shut up.

No matter what happened, he absolutely didn't want to know anything about the other party.

But the other party seemed to be interested, and began to act as a "tour guide" relationship expert, "When the time comes, he really takes that girl away for his own child, what are you going to do?"

Dabi lowered her eyes and said casually, "There is nothing to do."

The reason why such a thing as reason exists is to remind people not to be overwhelmed.

The boy was not satisfied with such an answer. He slowly stuffed the flattened marshmallow into his mouth, looked at him with a regretful look for a few seconds, and then looked away.

"That's right, even if you get it back before you solve the problem, it's nothing more than repeating the same mistakes."

He murmured in a low voice as if talking to himself, his sweet and deliberate voice became hoarse and hoarse as if it had been polished.

With so little emotion shown, Dabi glanced at him quickly.

Undoubtedly, he thought of the person he had been looking for so hard.

... I don't know which unlucky ghost will be entangled by him.

In the projection, there are still countless desperadoes asking for help, while the milk-blonde boy in the middle is moving forward in an orderly manner.

After a while, he stopped abruptly.

The young man looked at this scene lazily, as if no matter what happened, there was no way to arouse his interest.

The milk-blonde boy in the projection raised his head, his scarlet pupils looked up at the sky, the lush leaves intertwined with the blue sky, clearly reflected on the surface of the irises.

The blue uniform made his body appear strong and slender, with a kind of publicity and vitality unique to his age. Even in this life-and-death moment, he always maintained his composure.

The facial features with firm outlines are mottled with light and shadow, and the lips touch lightly, as if they are saying something silently.

What message are you sending her?

Davi is not so sure.

Because his eyes did not look directly at the camera as before, he seemed to be talking to the sky simply.

After finishing this weird action, he continued on his way as if nothing had happened.

After a while, the picture was suddenly suspended.

Dabi looked at the white-haired young man who was sitting quietly. He still looked listless, with the hand controlling the screen raised in the air.

Instinctively, he felt a little strange...just a little.

The current teenager looks like his body has reacted, but his mind is still immersed in another time period.

It took him two seconds to determine what was wrong.

Dabi subconsciously breathes lightly, trying to minimize his sense of existence.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man who seemed to have a plan for the direction of the whole world finally made a move.

The fingertips were flexibly placed on the screen perpendicular to the front of the body, and the bony fingers were a little pale due to the halo.

In an instant, the four walls that occupied it were split into countless small grids, and the shots that included the entire island in the surveillance range all turned their angles of view and aimed at the sky.

The desperadoes wandering around, the hero reserve walking alone, the grass covered by the shade of trees...all disappeared, except for the screen that was scrolling information out of place in the corner, and many people were puzzled at this moment. development of.

In the next second, as if he had waited for a long time and finally waited for this moment, the sky that was targeted by countless surveillance cameras responded——

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered at an extremely fast speed, and the originally bright lens instantly became black and oppressive.

For a few seconds, Dabi thought the world was ending.

The young man stood up at an extremely slow speed, his movements were stiff, human common sense was taken away from under the skin by this strange scene, leaving only a blank body responding to the instructions of the brain.

"This is impossible……"

—Lightning tore through the clouds, and thunder rumbled.

It seemed that he wanted to ridicule something out of gloating.

Everything in the world is being wiped out by this amazing thunder.

In an instant, all the screens turned into flickering snowflake screens like old TVs that lost their signal.

"Do not……"

The chill was still tearing the flesh on his back, and Dabi realized belatedly that this weak and feeble moan was from the boy.

The boy fell into the chair as if he had been hit by a boulder, his expression was blank, and he repeated mechanically, "...Impossible."

After a while, he called up the video again, stretched his fingertips casually, and suddenly the projection that did not belong to modern technology was magnified twice in front of him.

In Dabi's impression, he always maintains an easy-going and friendly appearance, but occasionally shows a kind of arrogant neglect to the people and things around him.

It seems that everything that happens around is the plot of the game.

But now, his fingertips were trembling a little - this was definitely not an illusion of Dabi.

Because he poked twice in a row without pressing the playback button, he didn't hit it until the fourth time.

With careful strength, it seemed that he was afraid that he would accidentally shatter the projection, thus losing the most important thing again.

***

once, twice, three times...

Clockwise, counterclockwise.

He didn't know how many times he played it repeatedly, and the arc formed after the collision of his lips had left a deep imprint in his memory.

In fact, he had made sure of it a long time ago, but he just didn't want to believe that he would be so... unlucky, so he did these meaningless things again and again.

Contrary to imagination, the anticipation, joy, and crazy obsession all disappeared, as if a meteorite appeared out of thin air, and the moment it collided with the brain, it produced a nuclear explosion capable of destroying the world.

He felt his facial nerves stiffen out of control, no longer obeying the command of his brain, his eyes widened, and the violet pupils showed a strange blankness.

Only the consciousness played back the boy's lips over and over again.

——I can't die, this is your world of thousands of choices, help her.

A world of choices.

The omnipotent Bailan Jesso turned over what he did and said in his memory at a very fast speed, and his eyes went black.

It doesn't get off to a worse start.

"...It's over."

The author has something to say: Property: Why do you think labor and capital have endured it for so long!The long wait is now!

Really pretend to be struck by lightning.

And now the high technology has been hacked, so the carnival night cannot be terminated.