The Healing Secret Identity Expert

Three brushes or four brushes! A happy ending! Don't worry about details One night, everyone who was sleeping had a dream. "Haruto!" "Huh?" A clear voice sounded, and a young man raised his head and stared at the person in front of him, "What's the matter?" "Well, your mission is over... They asked you if there is anywhere you want to go..." Yazawa Haruto is a gold medal time travel employee of the Time and Space Administration, but he is different from ordinary employees. He is the incarnation of the consciousness of several people who survived the tragedy. He was supposed to be loved all the time, but the world was always playing tricks on him, cruelly taking away the people who loved him again and again. Haruto lowered his eyes. He wanted to see them, but... "Haruto, they asked me to bring you a message." "From now on, just live as Yazawa Haruto. You will find that there will be many people who love you, and Haruto will always be a person surrounded by love." He is Gojo Satoru, he is Morofushi Kagemitsu, he is Kogakuto Shiro, he is Oda Sakunosuke, he is Edogawa Ranpo, he is Fushiguro Megumi, and he is also Yazawa Haruto. Haruto has always been a person surrounded by love. He met the system when he knew nothing about it. The system and the Space-Time Management Bureau pushed him towards love. When they woke up from the dream, what was suspicious was that although the dream was clear, they could not recall the young man's face. They thought that he must be a very important person and they must, must find him. Edogawa walked randomly into a newly opened coffee shop in Yokohama, followed by Silver Wolf with a sword. "Is there any red bean mochi here, Haruto-sama?" Oda Sakunosuke led Dazai Osamu and Sakaguchi Ango. They did not go to Lupin Bar today, but opened the door of a coffee shop. "Any recommendations?" After the destruction of the black organization, Toru Amuro finally took off his outer skin and became a public security officer, Fengtani Rei. He, Kagemitsu Morofuku, and Jinpei Matsuda came to Yokohama during the holidays and walked into a coffee shop. "Good morning, Haruto" [Elk] came to Yokohama in the modern world with the bones of Toshiro and Natsuo Toshiro. She walked into a coffee shop with a smile, and the young man in front of the counter smiled. "Welcome" Gojo Satoru and Natsu Yuge encouraged Fushiguro Megumi, Kozune Hisahito and others skipped class and came to Yokohama, followed by a sneaky Fushiguro Shirley, and they walked into the coffee shop laughing and joking. "Haruto! Are you happy to see us?" Yazawa Haruto is a person surrounded by love

[There is a comment below that goes on for a long time. Let me add one. It's because of my ridiculous self-esteem. I don't want to be compared. Originally this comment was a reply to him] I am the same, I keep saying to myself, this is because I am still young and I have not experienced the ravages of society. That's why I am so weak and think about things. I still remember when I was a child, I was a very familiar and tomboy. I was surrounded by boys. Can you imagine that there were 14 or 5 boys in total and I was the only one who was a girl? I am still the youngest. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 39. I am still the youngest among my peers. I am the second child in the family. When I was born, my brother was already 19 years old. Logically speaking, I should be very arrogant when I grow up like this. I don't know where I come from. Or maybe it is arrogance. I treat everyone as a child. No matter how they treat me, I act like they are still young and ignorant. They are older than me. I also act like they are not yet adults and ignorant. When I am an adult, I am my uncle and they are still young. I'm not sensible. I'm in my thirties. I have the occasional childishness of adults. I understand. Isn't it extremely arrogant? I was obviously pampered like a little princess, but I feel inferior to everyone around me. But the paradox is that I don't care about everything. I don't care what they say about me. I don't care what they do to me. I don't care what will happen to me. I don't care about my body. I don't care about their appearance. Isn't this a kind of arrogance? I know that I am imitating my mother's attitude towards me and imitating my father's carelessness. There are strong people in my family, but I have developed a weak and gentle character. My mother has a strong side to my father and brother, but she is extremely gentle to me. I know this is the mother's gentle attitude towards her children. I know that because I am a girl, my mother is even more gentle to me. I should not imitate this attitude. I should not imitate this attitude as my human nature. Now my mother is a person who dares to love and hate. My mother was not born well, but she has a strong character and has no clothes at all. On the contrary, she is very open-minded, fashionable in clothes, and occasionally a little girlish. I admired my mother very much when she was a child, so I imitated everything about her, but I will never be like my mother because I was a child who grew up in a honeypot. So I followed my father's example of not caring about everything. I thought that I would be a mature adult. It turns out that I still haven't grown up. I'm still a child. I still don't understand anything. I sealed myself in a shell. It's not that I don't have emotional intelligence. I just used my emotional intelligence on my family. Outside, I was like a silly sweet person who had no emotional intelligence and was easily deceived and deceived. I didn't realize this problem at first, but later I realized it and always wanted to change. It wasn't until I saw your comment that I understood what you meant by wanting to change. I haven't changed at all. As long as I haven't really made up my mind, as long as I haven't broken that illusory shell, I won't change, let alone grow up. The comment I posted at this moment may be a rare heart-to-heart communication. Forgive me for my self-analysis and weakness at this moment. Tomorrow I will still be in the illusory shell. Forget this comment and forget what I said tonight. Thank you for my rough nerves that even if I forget my childhood personality, I still haven't forgotten it. Save it and let me forget the memory. It is especially useful at this time. I created an illusory world for myself. In my eyes, everyone is a child. In my eyes, I can take care of everyone. In my eyes, I am my parents' good baby. I am the trash can at home. I am the harmonious agent of the family. I am the quiet and proud daughter of my parents. In my eyes, the world is so beautiful and magical. Being a precocious person, I have clearly understood the nature of this world very early. I have understood the cruelty of this world very early. This is obviously an advantage. But I choose to go for that unrealistic image. You have created this illusory world for yourself. It's so stupid. It's so stupid. I should be an idealist. I can't be so realistic. I feel so hypocritical. I'm obviously a pure egoist. This reminds me of that rainy day. The road was so long. It was raining so hard. There was only one umbrella. The things were so heavy. I stood behind my mother. I watched her bending down from exhaustion. I watched her unable to lift things. I watched her soaked in the rain. I stood not far behind her and watched quietly. Obviously at that time, I should be a good daughter. I held the umbrella and lifted things up. Even if my feet had blisters from walking too long at that time, it shouldn't have been like this. I still think of it when I occasionally wake up, because the me in those memories is too selfish, too real, too indifferent. I am not a gentle and good boy at all. I don't know why I left this comment. Obviously, I will forget him tomorrow. I will never write such a long analysis of myself. It's so cold, the surroundings are so dark, and it's so quiet. This situation of planning an illusory shell should end. After all, I am weak and would rather stay in that illusory shell for the rest of my life. Now I am still young. The shell is not strong enough. Occasionally, there will be such a situation of separation. This kind of analysis should not be done. After all, I like a saying very much. If a bad person becomes a good person all his life, then he is a good person. As long as I think I am a gentle person and deceives me all my life, then I will be a gentle person. That is enough. Good night, everyone. I may accidentally see this comment one day in the future. I may remember it, but it is a pity that I never read Jinjiang comments. Good night, everyone.

In fact, to be honest, I am still very touched, because I am a lost person wandering at the intersection. I don't care about past achievements, I can't see the present that is within reach, and I can't see the future that is out of reach. I have never thought about my past shortcomings - even if I have, I have never corrected them - I am not aware of my current situation, whether it is mental or physical, and I have never worked hard for the future I imagined. I don't care about myself, and I have had thoughts of committing suicide, but as timid as I am, I can't jump off a building in front of everyone, and as fearful of pain, I still can't push down on the knife in my hand—— I know my own ignorance, hate my own inaction, and even hate myself for being content with the status quo. I am like a dying dog that cannot bear the intrusion of pain, but can't help but crave warmth. I persuade myself in various ways to postpone the date of suicide. I say that the novel I want to read has not been serialized, that I haven't worn enough beautiful clothes, that I still want to hug my brother who I haven't seen for two weeks, that I still want to taste my favorite seafood. I was born in an ordinary family. My parents were relatively loving and the family was happy. Growing up under the pampering of my parents, I never understood what pain was. As a result, I am now weak, timid, and mentally fragile to a certain extent. I was afraid of losing and the suffering that might come in the future, so I kept thinking that one day I would die in happiness, which would be better than dying in pain. So in my second year of junior high school, I picked up a utility knife. I always show an optimistic Buddhist appearance in front of my parents, relatives and friends, hiding the [roots] that I hate under the mask. I felt suffocated. To put my parents at ease, I conscientiously pretended to be well-behaved, studious, and ignorant in front of them, because I was afraid that they would hate the real me. When my mother suddenly said during the online parent-teacher meeting yesterday that she felt I didn't even pay attention to the school, I felt a chill to my bones at that moment. I didn't dare to think about my mother who was fooled by me in the end. I didn't dare to believe her. I pretended to be unlucky in front of my friends, playing the contrasting image of a good girl who constantly violated class rules, hoping to make friends in a closer manner. I hate myself so much. I feel like everything about me is illusory. I have to pretend to be cheerful even if I don't like socializing. I have to be forced to agree even if I don't like going out. I have to pretend to study even if I don't like studying... My love was very short-lived. I liked dancing for four years, painting for two years, singing for eight months, piano for one month, violin for three weeks, pipa for five days, pink for four days, green for three months, white for two years, and black for one year. I have witnessed the death of a close relative. In the ward where the whole family was crying, I was the only one holding my crying little aunt in my arms and not shedding a single false tear. I have watched the same movie three times and cried heartbreakingly again and again. I am like a wandering soul, sometimes attached to this body, sometimes leaving indifferently, watching everything quietly. I was fragile, and even the not-so-heavy first year of high school was enough to crush me. I kept picking up the knife and putting it down again. I wrote and tore up the suicide note I had prepared. The diary I wrote became more and more false day by day. It was filled with all kinds of optimism that a female high school student should have, but with a completely stiff feeling. I have drowned, and I have thought about throwing myself into a river, but I despised the miserable death; I tried to buy sleeping pills, but I despised myself for having to spend my parents' money before I died; I leaned on the guardrail of the Yantai dormitory on the fifth floor, thinking about jumping off and finishing it off, but I didn't want to disturb the sleeping students or the landlord. I had a dream that I died peacefully while sleeping. When I woke up, I also thought: It would be wonderful to die like this. So I made myself catch a cold, tried to give myself a fever and heatstroke, and left quietly on a quiet night. Then my mother dragged me to the hospital. I was very confused, what is the purpose of my existence? Why do I exist when I am unable to create value for society, unable to help my parents share their burdens, lazy, ignorant, unwilling to work hard, unrestrained, and constantly adding burdens to them? Why do they keep making concessions to me even though they are just friends? I don't know, I don't deserve it. So I lost my temper, disobeyed, and naturally let myself enter the "rebellion period". I wanted them to hate me, stay away from me, and stop being too nice to me, so that I could let go with peace of mind, and then have the courage to bid farewell to the world. The world is a beautiful place, but I am so tired. As a person with no merits or specialties, my life seems meaningless. How wonderful would it be to be dead? It reduces financial pressure on parents, gives friends a chance to get rid of bad tempered people, and gives teachers a chance to get rid of unmotivated students. But... It seems reluctant to part with it.

[Congratulations, you have become your true, independent self. Curse in the name of love. ] I don't know why I feel like this, it's scary

Ah? ? That's it! ? Isn't there any after-sales service? QAQ It's too abrupt. Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu.

Please ask for extra qaq. I want to watch the side story of Fumino and Conan, but Mr. Ranpo actually asked them to forget about him. It's too bad.

Great author! ! When will you write about Neptune's secrets, help build a city, self-heal and finalize? QAQ

Wow! So, QAQ, which was promised to restore memories, I want to see Fushiguro Dango with Ranpo character QAQ! ! !

Kiss and hug Haruto, our beloved Haruto, you have to live well and accept the love from another world. Don't be afraid of the love you deserve anymore. You deserve this love. Goodbye, Haruto.

It's the name of a person of hope