[Wen Ye] Hell changes

Gogol sent a pigeon all the way from the Ministry of Justice, and it was packaged as a still life. Ryunosuke Akutagawa felt that it was a miracle that the pigeon could not suffocate all the way.The moment he opened the package, he was slightly frightened by the little bird that suddenly rushed towards his face, he was a little stunned, and immediately closed his eyes that were about to be scratched by the bird's claws.Who would have thought that there was a small camera in the box, which captured this moment with just a click.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke knew that this person must have caused the trouble. He really didn't know how to look at his face at all. He always only did things behind the scenes. In the end, he suddenly presented the shocking truth, which scared him so much every time. A little jump.Angrily, he scolded Gogol over the phone. As soon as the call was connected, he called him an idiot and a big liar, and commented that his play was a boring trick, yelling every word more than every word loudly.Gogol was so scolded that he couldn’t even answer a single word, but he didn’t blame him. Instead, the more he scolded, the happier he was, and he laughed excitedly: “They said you were sick and dying, but now you seem to be in good spirits.” Yes, then I don't have to worry about it."

"If you want to see how I am, why bother to use such an annoying method?" He blushed for a moment.It turned out that Gogol cared about him, but he was still scolding the other party the last second, and immediately changed his expression and praised the other party for thanking him.

"Hey, no matter what the method is, as long as the goal is achieved, wouldn't it have realized the value if it can make you better? By the way, dear Davari, I really like your expression just now, because I have already It’s been so long since I’ve met anyone who will be surprised by my magic tricks, I even want to keep that photo as a collection.”

"up to you."

"If you don't mind, I want to stick it in my office and cover my desk."

"you……"

"There are other tables, chairs, windows, flower pots, walls, even computers and mobile phones, all plastered."

"Why don't you stick it on your clothes and go out for a walk, so you can lose face?"

"Good advice, I'm going to practice it..."

He couldn't bear to hang up the phone.However, it was strange to say that after scolding Gogol, he felt a lot more relaxed, and even felt a sense of relief that all the emotions that were clogged in his chest had been exhausted.So he held the mobile phone that had been hung up, stared at the flashing white screen for a while, and suddenly smashed the mobile phone to the ground, smashing the mobile phone beyond recognition with the force that seemed to break his arm. The screen showing the correspondence between him and Gogol suddenly became fragmented.This big liar can't do anything else, but he always has a way of using it as an excuse for me to vent, Akutagawa secretly curled the corners of his mouth while settling the pigeon.

He took the initiative to go out to find Dostoevsky, ready to go to his side.Dostoevsky has recently taken a fancy to a coffee shop far from the city center, no matter what unexpected events happen on the streets of Yokohama, it can continue to operate without being affected.It was already spring, and the season when Wanyan and Baifang bloomed together was the most luxuriant, and the streets were full of colorful broken petals and buds poking out quietly between the bricks and stones.The fragrance of dust and the color of the flowers permeate together, and the flowers and leaves hang down continuously along the curve of the branches, looking tenderly on the wet and soft mud surface, and flowing in the waves of water and the singing of warblers.The magnolias scattered in the shallow stream are excited by the wind, shaking slightly with the wind's caress, and the water below swings into beautiful and gentle circles, with small arcs and soft curves, and they will not disperse. As if to return.

Dostoevsky smiled at the first sight of him, got up and helped him.He fell into Dostoevsky's arms.At that time, what he thought was, what kind of people, what rumors, what arguments, what demons, but fuck you, it’s all a piece of shit, in a word, he quit, if he can really survive, he just wants to Keep this moment forever, and write whatever those people say.

"I've sensed you approaching me for a long time," said Dostoevsky.

Akutagawa looked up at him without knowing why.

"Through the device that can detect the heartbeat, I can feel you coming to me."

"When did this happen?"

"A few days ago. I secretly let the supernatural being put it into your body while you were sleeping. I was worried that if you said it directly, you would quarrel with me on the spot."

"Is there any harm to the body?"

"The harm is great, and it will make you even more inseparable from me."

Akutagawa stomped on him feigning anger.

Dostoevsky smiled hoarsely, and the corners of his lips raised: "I have it in my body too. If it really hurts your body, then I will suffer the same harm." After speaking, he sat back and gently Gently pulled Akutagawa out of the wheelchair and hugged him on his lap, "Through this sensor, I can feel each other's heartbeat. Well, right now, we are very close. It seems that there are two hearts in the chest cavity. But your heartbeat seems to be a little slower than mine, which is also helpless."

"Listening to the sound of other people's heartbeats, can't you fall asleep?"

"If you can't hear it, you can't sleep."

After Dostoyevsky's explanation, Akutagawa also gradually felt a strange sense that he had never touched rising in his body.This miraculous feeling made him blush, and he couldn't help but put his hand on his left chest.Fei Jia's heartbeat, I really felt it, it was beating so fast, much faster than his own heartbeat, which also proved to some extent that his vitality was stronger than his own, Akutagawa thought so.The tense and lively heartbeat frequency from Dostoevsky seemed to heat up Ryunosuke Akutagawa's entire chest. "You didn't even get my consent..." He said in an almost inaudible voice, and it turned into a murmur like a chirp at the end. It should be that he regretted that he had said such an unsightly thing in the middle of the speech , trying to cover it up by lowering the voice halfway.Of course, all this was of no avail. In this narrow space where only he and Dostoevsky were embracing each other, no matter how small the voice was, there was nothing to hide.

Dostoevsky's heartbeat was amplified and expanded by the sensor, and slowly passed through the atrial valve, implanted in his chest ribs, and then flowed into his soft cochlea through bone conduction, penetrating into every inch of fine blood. The flowing vessels and nervous system slipped into his brain.The sound of the heartbeat kissed every silent brain cell in the central nervous system, and then sensed the phenomenon of backflow of blood and fever in the brain due to his shyness, and he hovered between the ups and downs of the cells that were extremely active and exuded the breath of love Gently, quenched into it, the two phases blend.

This is the inseparable inseparability between the nerve roots that needs to be seen with a microscope of unknown magnification.This is life.

The two of them stopped talking, but felt each other's heartbeat and looked at each other, immersed in the atmosphere where their eyes met, as if they would kiss each other's lips at any time.For a moment they felt as if the only way they could be together was to keep them from being carried away by this vast expanse of space and the clutches of life and death.

At this time, Osamu Dazai, who had witnessed all this at the other end of the coffee shop, was speechless and silently picked up his mobile phone.He reported Akutagawa Ryunosuke to Mori Ogai, and asked Mori Ogai not to hesitate to issue an order to kill the traitor. Akutagawa Ryunosuke has betrayed [-]% and no longer poses any threat . "The current Akutagawa is just a waste. I advise your party to give up on him." He said this to Mori Ogai on the phone.Before Mori Ogai sighed that you would take the initiative to call me, he cut off the contact.

Mori Ogai was silent on the other end of the phone, recalling Osamu Dazai's words just now, he had already made a decision in his heart.

Osamu Dazai didn't think he was wrong.He thought, what is the current Akutagawa not a waste?He once praised Oda, saying that Akutagawa might become the strongest member of the port mafia in the future, just like a sharp knife, but now, this once-in-a-century man in his words, eyes, and mind The sharp blade fell into the arms of the enemy in a disabled and submissive posture, and you and the enemy leader you and me.As a sharp blade, it is not about beheading but cutting flowers.This made Osamu Dazai feel ridiculous, even hateful.

"Fei Jia." Akutagawa Ryunosuke finally broke the silence and called softly.

He raised a pair of passionate black eyes and looked at the man in front of him.Those black eyes are extremely endearing, almost including all the grievances and hardships Akutagawa Ryunosuke has suffered in this life, and erupted in an extremely miserable but sweet appearance.Osamu Dazai had never seen Akutagawa look at him like this.four years.four years.For four years, Akutagawa never looked at himself with that kind of eyes.Akutagawa has never shown fragility to him. It is nothing to say that he will only say one sentence after being injured multiple times. No matter what kind of injury he suffers, he will never complain in front of him, nor give him a chance to care, or even Intended to give him the right to show favor.

Akutagawa has never, never, never looked at him with such begging eyes...

This must be a dream too.Osamu Dazai thought so, so the eyes that he planned to avoid stared straight at him again.He was really disgusted by the way Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked like now.What kind of appearance is that?Weak and fragile, weak and sickly, addicted to unrealistic love.The more natural and sweet those two get along, the more lonely and vulgar his mind is.

Where did that Akutagawa with healthy legs go, where did that murderous Akutagawa go, where did that Akutagawa who wouldn't give his heart to anyone other than Dazai Osamu?Is Akutagawa brainwashed by the hateful demon?Was it the devil who caused Akutagawa to become what he is now?Was it Majin's battle plan that brought Akutagawa, who was addicted to love, into this world?Is this person really Akutagawa?So fragile, fragile and spineless, dangerous and attractive at the same time.Charming and disgusting.

nausea……

Akutagawa smiled at Dostoyevsky, the shadow cast by the dense eyelashes overlapped the soft silkworm, making the round silkworm more three-dimensional, like a bright and warm light flowing on the beige curtain The sun is as demure and delicate as the sun, which can be called lovely.

nausea……

Akutagawa's porcelain-white face finally had some blood, and his well-shaped lips opened and closed, and when he smiled, he was bright and shiny, and his white teeth were revealed under the shade of red lips, like roses holding snow.really beautiful.very beautiful.Osamu Dazai had never seen Akutagawa like this before.

nausea……

Akutagawa is still indulging in the emotional communication activity of looking at each other with the devil.He used those dark eyes that Osamu Dazai loved best to cast a beautiful look into the pupils of another man.As if this gaze could come alive, on Akutagawa's crow-wing eyelashes, the light was shaking and swimming at an appropriate speed and center, and the sieve-like light network formed was still dripping with the mottled reflections from the glass window.It seems as if Akutagawa Ryunosuke is going to keep this gaze, go retrograde with his backlight, and fly with Dostoevsky to those memories that others don't know, to the polar region that belongs only to the two of them, to find the truth. The jellyfish is as free and romantic as a fairy.

What a nice view.Disgusting.What a nice view.Disgusting.Why doesn't Akutagawa belong to him at this time?This is what he has, isn't it?How can it be so beautiful.It turns out that there are really people in the world who can be disgusted to such an extent.I want to pack Akutagawa from head to toe and take it away in one go.

It was clear that what he inhaled was the air he just exhaled, but at this moment Osamu Dazai felt that what he inhaled were all kinds of particles that blocked the respiratory tract that are unique to the flu season.This made it difficult for him to breathe, his head was dizzy, and his heart throbbed with lingering pain, lingering love, and bitter longing.

When Osamu Dazai regained his composure, he realized that his hand had touched the gun at some point.He subconsciously told himself that he really wanted to shoot Dostoevsky in the back, and then shoot the corpse a few more times until all the bullets were used up.As for Akutagawa's reaction, don't worry about it, as long as Dostoyevsky is dead, everything will be perfect, and then you just need to pack up Akutagawa who can't walk.But after all, he just thought about it this way, and couldn't really do it.So Osamu Dazai let out a self-deprecating sneer, and retracted his hand on the gun.

Dostoevsky said something to Akutagawa, and then parted with Akutagawa.The figure of Akutagawa disappeared into the street outside the store.Osamu Dazai himself didn't know why, but he felt relieved.At this time, he heard a bang from the street outside. From a distance, it seemed that a vehicle suddenly exploded, but then the crowd of onlookers covered his vision, and he couldn't see clearly, only the car that was going continuously The black smoke climbing high in Tianxin.Osamu Dazai immediately took out his phone and pressed the replay button.Sure enough, Mori Ogai did not answer.

Dostoevsky must have made a move on Mori Ogai.Then he recalled from memory which direction Dostoevsky was going, and followed.The best hiding place he can think of is a dead end after the corner at the end of this direction. There are many hooligans hiding there. People have always tried their best to avoid them, for fear of being caught by some gangster after entering. Humiliate.

Not surprisingly, he found Dostoevsky's hat not far from the entrance of the alley.This hat must have been worn by Akutagawa many times, right?He sneered inexplicably, took out the gun that he had retracted just now, and fired all the bullets at a Cossack cap that would not give him any reply, as if this was Dostoevsky himself, Finally, the hat was thrown into the trash can that beggars always love to rummage through.This series of movements flowed smoothly, as if they had been rehearsed a long time ago, they were carried out cleanly and neatly.All that was left were the shabby looking holes in the hat in the trash can, and the gunpowder smoke slowly escaping from the empty muzzle of the gun.

"Are you looking for your hat?" Osamu Dazai walked into a deeper part of the alley, looked at Dostoevsky who was looking through his clothes, and asked proactively.Dostoevsky glanced at him, as if his reaction was half a beat slow, first he turned his head away and didn't bother to look at him, then turned back abruptly, showing an expression of "Oh, it's you."

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face disappeared instantly.Instead, Dostoevsky's face took on an expression of satisfaction.

"What's wrong? Your expression is ugly."

"Because you have no manners." Osamu Dazai replied.

"I do not want."

"Who do you think you are, you can do whatever you want?"

"That's a good question. It's hard for me to explain who I am to you." He rested his chin in thought, "But what is certain is that my answer must be the one that will arouse your hatred." kind."

"You think highly of yourself." Osamu Dazai once again put on the smile that narrowed his eyes into crescents.

"How can you be so guilty, sir? You also know that your favorite thing belongs to me now, so I naturally have a sense of superiority in front of you."

"The box that temporarily holds things thinks that it is more important than the owner of the things. Isn't this self-righteous and self-defeating?"

"It seems that you are still not calm enough. Maybe I am a bit self-righteous to almost everyone in the world, but only to a special person, I am the king."

Osamu Dazai's expression management collapsed obviously for a second or two: "I don't know who this so-called certain person refers to?"

"It's up to you to digest it yourself."

"Oh." In order to cover up his frequent emotional flaws, he decided to change the subject to the information he wanted to know, "You attacked the leader of the port mafia, right?"

"Ah."

"You answered without hesitation."

"really."

"Tell me what poison you planted under the president. Don't rush to deny it. The witnesses and physical evidence are conclusive."

"Then what excuse do I have?"

"Is this the king's attitude? Those who are weak are like prisoners on death row."

"It's just treating you with the attitude you deserve." At this point, Dostoevsky's tone increased slightly, and the corners of his mouth were raised with excitement, "There must be some strength. The store is already full, haven't you seen it all?"

At that moment, Osamu Dazai was convinced that he should save the last bullet, and the hat should not be thrown away, and then he could shoot through the Russian man's body and put the hat on the fallen body.It is best to cover the face, because the shroud will definitely cover the face firmly.

"you do this delibrately?"

"Intentionally? No, you underestimated human feelings. You are a person who likes to objectify or make feelings dangerous. It doesn't mean that everyone will do that. I would do that simply because I love him too." Tosi Toyevsky slowly moved his hand to his left chest, and closed his eyes comfortably. After feeling the heartbeat of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, he took his hand down again, and opened his eyes slowly. , "Look, my heart and his are connected now."

Osamu Dazai's pupils contracted twice in almost an instant, he clenched his fists, his limbs were as stiff as the muscles and bones of an angry king of beasts, intermittent Japanese words overflowed from between his teeth, full of murderous intent : "Have you ever seen those famous knives that are famous in Japanese history? Three thousand worlds Yusoo Onikiri, Eight Thousand Ryukai and Dao Shushui... There is always one, and it will be the one that I will slash you with my own hands!"

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