dhibooks Chapter 33 Burning Frozen Chapter
Chapter 33 Burning Frozen Chapter
Shigaraki squatted at home for another week on the grounds of being ill. Although his body is slender, his recovery ability is not bad. After a week, the injury on his shoulder healed up.
He also hopes to get better soon.
End it sooner... the nightmare of having to drink supplements every day.
When he was lying on the sofa watching TV, someone rang the doorbell, and Siganmu opened the door to see, his father greeted with a smile: "Hey, son."
Shikamaki slammed the door shut.
"What kind of son is it if you shut daddy out of the door!" Father Hang said, patting the door.
"If you want to come in, just send your pig friends back to me first!" said Siganmu.
Of course it was nothing for his father to visit, but he felt dizzy when he saw Stein, Saitama, Andawa and the Pokéball behind him.
Who do you think I was stabbed by?
Who is being chased by the enemy again!
Make friends with me, hello!
"It's too much, everyone came here to celebrate your recovery." Although Diaofu said so, Sidangmu was not moved at all, he added three locks to the door and left.
In the end, Hei Wu, who came back from shopping for vegetables, invited everyone in through the portal.
Hanging Father said helplessly: "Having the black mist is really helpful, my son is completely disobedient..."
Andawa said, "Shimura, your way of raising children is not good."
"Tch." Hong Jiaodong smacked his lips behind his back, his tone full of the meaning of "what qualifications do you have to judge".
Stein and Saitama glanced at each other and understood the message "fortunately not married" in each other's eyes.
Table manners before meals are very important.
Father Diao and Hei Wu clasped their hands together, closed their eyes and lowered their heads, saying, "I'm starting."
Polite and sincere, almost like a standard model.
"Ah, let's start." "Yeah." Saitama and Negaragi spoke lazily.
Should it be said that they are masters and apprentices?The attitude towards things is exactly the same.
Andewa and Hong Jiaodong spoke this polite phrase very indifferently, with a homely demeanor.
There was one other person who didn't make a statement, and everyone cast their eyes over him.
Stein: "..."
The hero killer felt that his personality was gradually collapsing.
"I, I'm starting, now." He barely spit out these words.
Everyone: ...reverse, bad, cute.
Hanging Father said: "You did a good job." "Yes." Saitama also encouraged.
Thanks to Stein's relaxed atmosphere and the host's superb cooking skills, the dinner finally got a bit decent.
Saitama's position is next to the black mist, he saw that the food on the black mist chopsticks was covered by the mist as soon as it got close to the face, and disappeared as soon as the chopsticks left the food, he couldn't help but asked curiously: "Black mist-kun, how do you eat? of?"
"Why, how do you eat? It's just a normal meal."
"Huh? No, how should I put it..." Saitama rubbed his bare head, thinking about how to express clearly.
Others were also listening, and the Hong family and his son and Stein were also interested, but they were too embarrassed to ask, and everyone's eating voices fell down in an instant.
"Eat it with your mouth, the black mist has a substance." Shigaraki replied Saitama.
"Oh! That's what it means."
Except for Shimura and his son, everyone all shot their eyes at Heiwu, as if they wanted to see through the face under the mist, and the result was that the fog on Heiwu's face became thicker.
"Everyone, don't, don't look at me like that."
If the mist can condense into various shapes, there must be a question mark and an exclamation mark on Heiwu's head at this time. ? !
It was Hanging Father who satisfied everyone's curiosity.
Black Mist has an entity, but he uses his personality 95% of the time in a day. According to Diaofu's speculation, Hei Mist may only put away his personality when he takes a bath.
I don't know if it's because the personality has the function of "concealment" and "covering". Heiwu is naturally very embarrassed when others see his entity.
Even usually, he would cover his whole body with a thick mist, probably because of this, his personality was perfectly mastered.
Many times I have saved cups, vases, and dead wood that were almost broken at home.
"Obviously he is a very cute child, and I haven't seen his face for several years." Father Diao said with a smile.
"That's it," Saitama became even more curious, "Let me touch it." He stretched out his hand to try to explore the facial features of Black Mist.
"Please don't do this." Black Mist refused in a panic.
Saitama said in surprise: "Oh! The nose is so high...huh?" Saitama suddenly felt that his hand was burned, and he looked carefully that his arm had been transferred to another position by the black mist. .
Andrew: "..."
Andewa and Stein had a mission, so they said goodbye after dinner together with Hong Jiaodong, and Niigaragi went to take a bath. Now in the room of Niigaragi, Hangfu, Kurogiri and Saitama are having a three-way meeting.
Hanging Father said in a rare serious tone: "How is your side?"
Black mist: "Not found."
Saitama: "There are a lot of game discs."
"I didn't ask you to look for this, what's going on now is a survey on the mental health of my son's youth!" Father Diao snatched the game CD from Saitama's hand.
"But what does this have to do with looking for beauty magazines in your son's room?" Saitama was puzzled.
Hanging Father said with a serious face: "Saitama, did you buy magazines when you were in high school?"
"Didn't you still borrow it?" Saitama asked back, and said calmly with his stick figure face at all times, "I still have to buy it."
"Yeah, that's the problem."
"My son has reached the age of sprouting, but he doesn't buy anything. Bookcases, USB flash drives, computers, under the bed... everything is clean!"
Black mist: "Check it carefully..."
"It's absolutely impossible for a boy not to read these things! Even he," Diaofu said, pointing at the black mist, "I found out that he bought it."
"Wait, wait, there's no need to say this!"
Saitama cheered up, "I didn't expect Black Mist-kun too!"
Hanging Father said: "Yes, although it is at the level of a physiology textbook."
"Tch, it's boring." Saitama held his face and lost interest in an instant.
Black Mist: "Well, can I go out first..."
Father Diao frowned, rubbed his chin and said, "Sometimes I really feel that I can't understand that kid Zhuan Hu, who doesn't look like he's grown up at all, and even at this age, he still doesn't have a girl he likes."
Saitama said, "Are you doubting his sexual orientation?"
Father Diao lowered his face and said very seriously: "No, I suspect that he has no sexual orientation, he is simply an egoist who only cares about himself."
Hei Wu: "It's too much to evaluate my child like this..."
"Since you're so worried, just ask me directly," Saitama asked Ikugaraki who had just walked in from the shower, "Kanka-kun, I have a question for you."
"What are you all doing in my room, you're going out to chat!" said Shigaoki, rubbing his hair.
Saitama ignored the crazy hints from Diaofu and Heiwu, and asked straight to the point: "Mr. Zhuan arc, do you like girls?"
He seemed to be afraid that Sikangaki wouldn't understand, and added an explanation, "It's the kind of liking a man has for a woman."
"Huh?" Siganmu only left him a tone of speech, and looked at him like an idiot.
"With this attitude, there is no hope..." Saitama continued to ask, "Then do you like men?"
"It's man to man... Well, I can't express this."
"Stop talking nonsense, get out, and die quickly." Sidangmu repeated indifferently.
Saitama said to the hanging father: "You child, you can't do it, you really don't understand it at all."
Hanging Father supported his forehead and said, "Saitama, asking questions also requires skill..."
Shigaoki threw the towel to Hei Mist, "Hei Mist, wipe my hair for me."
Black Mist Butler is online.
Saitama pointed to Shigaraki and said, "Look, he can't even do his own thing well."
But I found that Shimura showed an expression that seemed to be puzzled, flashed by inspiration, and suddenly realized, and I heard him say to himself: "I see, so it is like this."
Then he smiled as if he had found the answer, his eyes narrowed into a line.
……
When Andewa and Hong Jiaodong were walking on the road, Hong Jiaodong was inexplicably concerned about the man walking across from him.
The man had patches on his face, neck, and arms, but they didn't make people feel hideous, as if they were his unique temperament.
The facial features... It's hard to distinguish, but Hong Jiaodong has the urge to say hello to him.
This is the first time that I have become interested in strangers.
"Frozen."
Hearing his father's call, Hong Jiaodong realized that he didn't know when he was frozen in place, staring at his back for a long time.
"You, don't you think that man looks a bit like my brother?"
Dubi heard such a bang and Jiao Dong's words from behind.
calm down!
Dabi said this to herself, keeping her steps at the same pace.
"Stop talking silly, go home quickly."
Dabi heard Andeva say this.
Their footsteps sounded again, and soon disappeared into the night street.
……
When Siganmu got up to drink water, he heard the sound of creaking and squeaking in the study, like the sound of juice splashing and chewing, which was particularly harsh in the middle of the night.
He suddenly remembered the brain that had been neglected for a week recently.
It seems that it has not been fed for a week. Could it be that Nao Wu started to eat by himself?
That's scary.
What would a brain without consciousness and emotion eat without instinct?
Sikuanmu put down the glass and hurriedly opened the door of the study.
He guessed right, Naowu was indeed eating, and he was very happy.
And the person who feeds is really the Davi sitting opposite it.
This scene is even weirder to Shikaki than brainless swallowing a living person.
"Don't you hate Naowu? You actually fed him." Shiganmu also sat down on the floor.
Dabi didn't answer him, Shigaraki smelled a dull smell on Dabi, a faint smell of alcohol.
"Hey, hey..." Shigaraki wanted to laugh at him for stealing Heiwu's wine, but an apple was stuffed into his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, "It's so noisy, don't talk." Dabi said.
Unlike what Dabi would do, he should have taunted more sharply.
Not clever at all, Shikuragi thought.
Sigangmu was so light that he was pushed down to the floor without checking for a while. He complained very unhappily: "Are you a barbarian?"
After talking about Shigaraki, he realized that Dapi was too close. The two of them would not usually sit on the same sofa, but now they were looking at each other, and there was no way to retreat.
The dead fish eyes that have remained unchanged for thousands of years seemed to come alive, shining slightly in the night.
Naowu looked at them, not understanding the meaning of their standing there.
It was Dabi who was thoughtful, and it was also Dabi who blushed first.
The giant baby has not yet developed to the point where it knows how to observe the atmosphere, but Dead Handwood also understands that such a development is unconventional.
Now, he thought, Dabi would want to hug him or drive him away.
It turned out to be the former.
It's not like a poke ball like some kind of pet jumping on you, and it's not as gentle as black mist, so gentle that it won't wrinkle your clothes. Dabi's hug is a mature man's hug, strong and domineering, and there is no room for rejection.
Not only the movements, but even the tone of the speech is domineering, "I said, stay tonight."
"Huh? Are you kidding me?" Why would I have to squeeze with others when I have a bed.
"I haven't slept well in days."
"Then shut me up again... Hey!" Sidangmu's body suddenly lost its center of gravity, and soon his back was leaning against the soft mattress.
Niigaragi felt that he was always being led by the nose by this guy, always!
The fingers were opened, Dabi clasped his hand, pulled him closer to himself, then pressed his head and stuffed him into his arms, just like that summer night when he was a child.
"Be honest." Dabi warned him.
A vein popped out of the dead wood.
I will blow you to ashes.
At the end, Dabi whispered, "Sigaraki, thank you for choosing me."
It turned out that he was thanking himself.
Soothing the traumatized subordinates is also a way to win over, so let's not bother with him tonight.
"Well, then you will work hard for me."
"Sure."
Shigaraki didn't notice the interlocking fingers, so he was forced to see Dabi's dream.
First, at a training ground, a six or seven-year-old boy was kicked away. He knelt down with his stomach in his arms and almost vomited.
"Stand up." The man standing opposite the child said condescendingly.
The little boy straightened his feet, but with a shake, he knelt down again.
"Slow, weak, and insensitive, are you really born as my Andawa's son? Tomoya." Andawa questioned Tomoya.
This kind of words seemed to be very motivating to Tomoya, he stood up straight, and his eyes were also very determined.
"That's right, that's the way it is," said Andrew.
Tomoya launched an attack again, and when he was approaching his opponent, a burst of blue flames shot out from his bandaged right hand.
"It's too weak!" Andawa grabbed his hand and threw it out mercilessly. Tonkunya knocked over two boxes and rolled a few times on the floor before stopping.
Andewa said sternly: "We must release more and more flames and break through our limits!"
"I'm doing this! I'm doing this every day! I'm desperate! But it's not working at all! Already, there is no way to go any further..."
"It's as if my wrists, legs and feet are melting, and my lungs and heart are burning. I've been working hard, but even so, I haven't been able to release more flames."
"Father, my hands hurt so much..." Hong Deng Ya's cry came out in a low voice.
Andwar looked at the bandages on his body, which had been scorched black by the high temperature, and his arm was particularly damaged, with blood and pus soaking the bandages to a sticky state.
"Is that so? Although I have a better flame than me, my physique is not good at all."
"Forget it," Andeva said, "Your newborn brother is a perfect fusion of my personality and your mother's personality. Maybe that child can."
After his father finished speaking, he walked out of the training ground, and closed the door under the terrified eyes of Tontoya.
"Am I...abandoned?"
As soon as the scene changed, the goal of entering was the interior of a certain building, but it was severely damaged. An octopus-like man was fighting Andeva.
The octopus man who was at a disadvantage shouted in despair: "I'd rather blow myself up than get caught."
Tentacles quickly stretched out to Hong Jiaodong and Hong Dengya in the corner. Although Andewa wanted to save him, he was too far away to help.
Hongdengya casted flames, and the sizzling tentacles rolled over firmly. He had no choice but to push his brother to Andeva, and he was caught.
Calm as a 13-year-old, he said, "Father, let's go with the jelly."
Hong Jiaodong yelled, "I don't want it!"
The octopus monster said tauntingly: "Do you want to go? Andy, is it really okay to let your child here? My self-destruct can blow up the whole building."
"If you promise to let me go, I can stop." The octopus bewitched Andvar.
Andwar looked at the enemy whose body was constantly expanding. He had already committed the crime of massacring more than a dozen citizens in a row.
"I'm sorry, Touya." Andawa quickly left with Hong Jiaodong in his arms.
"I understand, this is my choice, but I still..." Tomoya smiled and lowered his eyes.
"Brother!" The huge explosion completely covered up Hong Jiaodong's cry.
Like the octopus monster said, the whole building was blown up, and there was not even a scrap of the 13-year-old kid left.
Everyone thought that Hongdengya was dead, even Hongdengya himself felt that he must die.
However, the shocking airflow at that time threw him out of the window. Although his whole body was burned, he unexpectedly survived.
He didn't go home and walked aimlessly.
No food or rest, the best word to describe it is "the walking dead".
When he felt that he was finally going to die with all his strength, the people from the "Personality Research Center" picked him up.
Others named him - Davi according to his personality.
"Davi, please release your personality to the greatest extent." A mechanical female voice came from the radio.
It is a daily routine to provide personality research data, and Dabi stretched out his right hand to activate his personality in the spacious testing ground.
In the beginning, there was a billowing blue flame from the palm of his hand, a distance of a hundred meters.
Then his arm also started to burn, and after a few minutes, flames also appeared on his feet. Dabi looked like a young man wrapped in fire, and the light of the fire deepened the blue of his eyes.
The researcher half nodded, half shook his head.
Nodding in admiration for the extent and temperature of the flames, shaking their heads in disappointment at the Davi's beginning to burn skin, they whispered to each other.
"As soon as the experiment is done, he will be treated. This child can no longer stay."
"Let him go."
After providing the data, Dabi returned to the double dormitory, and the roommate who came back one step earlier covered his head with the quilt, and asked for help when he heard the sound of the door opening, "Davi, I can't do it. / You say that every day."
Dabi kicked away the roommate who always made two voices and said, "Calm down, Tuwais."
"It's terrible, they always make me split into countless me. / That's you."
"Shut up!" Tuwais yelled at himself.
Dabi covered Tuwais's head with a quilt, and he finally calmed down a little under the quilt.
"Davi, don't you want to leave here? Obviously you will get hurt every day." Tuwais pointed to the blister on his hand.
"I don't want to." Dabi closed her eyes and said.
Unlike Tuwais, Dabi didn't want to leave, but was told to move out of the research center that night.
After wandering for several months, it was Stein's report that caught his eye.
This "absolutist" hero-killer awakened his dormant will.
He remembered that he also wanted to be a hero when he was a child, but what he wanted to be was a different hero from Andeva.
There is too much rubbish in this society, and heroes are too cowardly.
He agrees with Stein's belief, and at the same time decides to change himself.
In the dimly lit room, a large number of translucent patches were stacked on the floor, which were made of the best refractory materials. The water in the basin next to it had turned bright red, and a lot of blood was splashed on the floor.
There was the sound of a knife slicing through the flesh in the air, and every time there was a slight stirring sound, there would be a puffing sound, and the red liquid gushed out, leaving more red spots on the ground.
"It's okay, it won't hurt very much." Dabi comforted herself while piercing the skin under the eye sockets with a knife.
"Hiss..." The skin on the face was more sensitive than the skin on the arms and neck, and the pain was aggravated as soon as the physiological tears soaked it.
He had no choice but to comfort himself, "It's okay, the most painful part is over."
With one knife at a time, Dabi picked off all his skin that was prone to spontaneous combustion damage.
When he walked out of that room again, he no longer needed burn cream.
At the same time, he is not a bombardment.
Eyelashes trembled, Dabi woke up from the dream, looked down and saw the dead Karaki in his arms.
"Forget it, just take this place as my shelter."
Fortunately, I did not forget the address.
Remembering that he had stuffed an apple into the little ghost's mouth first, Dabi bowed his body, looked at the corner of Shigaraki's mouth, and wondered if there might be a sweet smell left there.
Out of nowhere, he licked it.
"Sweet."
He was delighted with the discovery, but looked up to see Nao looking at them without curiosity.
"...You are not allowed to learn." Dabi pressed the head of Shigaraki into his arms.
Forbid all probing eyes!
The author has something to say:
Little Theater——Magazine of Black Mist
"Found it!" Father Diao dug out the magazine that Hei Mist bought a few years ago from a pile of old things.
"On the surface, they are all cute little girls, but if you look closely, you will find the shadow of the arc."
"Really, when will these two guys become a little self-conscious?" Father Diao thought worriedly.
"Come on, Lord Black Mist."
----split line----
Brother Diao: Dabi, through what happened when I was a child, I understand a truth.
Dabi: Do you have any unwise opinions?
Brother Diao: Committing crimes in a gang is better than doing it alone.
Dabi: ...so?
Brother Diao: It's time to recruit new ones.
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