[Wen Ye] Hell changes

Gogol started his own plan immediately after parting with Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and the whole process was without delay. Almost before Akutagawa could react, he heard the news of his death.Akutagawa didn't know if it was a real death, but he knew it was a real farewell, and it only took less than fifty hours from meeting to farewell. The "book" reversed the memory of the world, and except those involved, everyone was implanted with cognitions that were contrary to the facts.

When he saw the news that the Five Decays of Heaven and Man was an armed detective agency, Akutagawa couldn't help thinking.Is it the "book" that has changed the objective reality, or is human cognition too easily misled?

There are only a few contradictory points produced by the "book", and there is certainly no way to erase everything that the Armed Detective Agency has done before.As long as one person can calm down and think carefully, he will find the clue.but not.As long as you sort out the logic a little bit, and think back to the history of the Armed Detective Agency since its establishment, you will feel that the conclusion that they are the five declines of heaven and man is really weird.but not.As long as you think about it carefully, you will find that the world only saw the armed detective agency wearing the enemy's clothes, as if they were persecuting people's lives in front of the camera, and they didn't even see the process of them showing their faces and committing crimes, just relying on that scene , then conclude that they are terrorists/terrorists/elements/children.

Whoever dares to stand up and say, I think this is wrong, the armed detective society will not have any grievances, and it will definitely be classified as an accomplice of the five declines of heaven and man.

Is this the people?This is the so-called public opinion?Is public opinion always right?As long as it is what the people want to see, must it be correct?Is what the masses want legal and reasonable, or is it what they want?Should the law be the mentor of public opinion, or should it be the accomplice of public opinion?Human beings are all the same. They only want to see what they want to see, and they only want to start from the standpoint of first substitution.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke considers himself not a friend of the Armed Detective Agency. Even if he quits the Port Mafia, the Detective Agency will not be on the same line with him, so he will not have so-called empathy for the Detective Agency.However, if the public opinion that "the armed detective agency is a terrorist/terrorist/organization/organization" and "hanging the armed detective agency" is really advocated, will the result be correct?Just because people think so, want so, so do it?There is no essential difference from the exile of Socrates back then.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke sneered and turned off the news.

This incident gave Akutagawa Ryunosuke some benefits to some extent.Gogol never forgot him, and wrote the phrase "Akutagawa Ryunosuke is the enemy of the Armed Detective Agency" on the "book".So with the change of public opinion, Akutagawa Ryunosuke became a warrior against the detective agency overnight, and became the partner of the poor victim Gogol. Gogol was dismembered, leaving only Akutagawa Ryunosuke People miss alone.too pitiful.

So Akutagawa Ryunosuke can freely walk on the streets of Yokohama.In the past, he didn't even dare to go out. Except for the occasional second-hand sunlight reflected from the glass windows, he hasn't seen what the sun really looks like for many days.He knew what greeted him as soon as he stepped into the street.

When he planned to go to the hospital to check his stomach and intestines, and appeared on the streets of Yokohama again in a wheelchair, everything changed.

The men who had been calling for his execution immediately fell silent when they recognized him, and silently stepped back to watch him slide from the end of the street to the end.The women once slandered him as the rabbit master of powerful men, who used to show off his appearance to crawl back and forth between multiple organizations, and acted as a multi-faceted spy, but now he just stepped aside and looked at him silently, from his black hair Black eyes looked down to the soles of their feet.Although he didn't say a word anymore, his eyes were still melting his bones like a red iron.The child used to spread rumors and slander his image in innocent and tasteless jingles and cold jokes, but now he has calmed down for some reason, holding the hand of the elder, squinting a pair of eyes that have not yet fully opened, and using what he does not know how to Described strange eyes watched all his actions.The old man once used him as a counter example to teach his descendants, saying that if Akutagawa Ryunosuke was my relative, then I would definitely beat him to death and give him a good lesson. No matter how young people throw rubbish at Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the old people He just looked on and acquiesced with the wrinkles on his face.Now they didn't say a word to the children around them, and they didn't seem to plan to go up and teach them a lesson. They just stood there silently with plastic bags in their hands.

Look, how beautiful the person walking towards you is, so beautiful.

The beautifully curved neck draws down the line of the shoulders with a perfect curvature, a bit of dim sunlight dances in the beautiful hollow of the collarbone, and the light spots are full of vitality like drops of water soaked in golden paint and changing color The ground gathers and disperses on it.The indifferent smile that always had a hint of irony hangs quietly on the corner of his lips, making his face even more dignified, and people can only stand and watch from a distance, not daring to lean on him easily.The orange-red sunlight, like a stamen falling into the soft soil of the Champs, rippling between the lines of his lips, invisible but tangible, looks as if the filter tip of a cigarette is sucked into his lips. Sense of sight.The slender eyelashes tremble intermittently, full of sentimentality, just like the tender silk tree leaves, seductive.The slender hands are so white that people can't help but look sideways. The blood vessels on the back of the hands are as blue as a stream, and they look extremely thin and fragile. Anyone who sees them will suddenly feel compassion.Although no one will really take action to love him.

Everyone is willing to become the humble glove described by Shakespeare who wants to kiss the luster of the beauty's skin, as long as it can stick to the chin line like a dragonfly.The whole of Yokohama shines brightly because of his presence.As long as he is willing to look at anyone, he will feel that his life is greatly enriched.

Who is he?Someone suddenly asked.

The militant leader of the port mafia.Lover of Dostoevsky.Crusaders of the Armed Detective Agency.The murderer who was given a sky-high bounty by the government police.Companion of the deceased Gogol.A hero who dares to fight against the five declines of heaven and man.A murderous demon.A beautiful legend of Yokohama City.That's what people answered one after another.No one answered that he was Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

At this time, the beautiful legend suddenly coughed, and there was no way to cover it up, as others saw him coughing up blood.

The moment he looked down at the blood in the palm of his hand, the look of lowering his head because of his illness, and the fragility in his eyes made him look so beautiful that both people and gods were angry.The shock of morbid beauty that seemed to be crumbling made men and women feel goosebumps all over their bodies instantly, and the appearance of being so thin and almost lifeless made everyone, young and old, feel horrified but harmless.The appearance of coughing up blood is like an angel drinking up.

So people flocked to it.

Angel, do you need my handkerchief?Angel, put blood on my clothes, I'll never wash them in my life.Angel, do you want me to walk with you on my back?Angel, where are you going, I'll drive you in a Lamborghini.Angel, what's wrong with your leg? Did you replace your leg with wings so you're gone? Why can't you fly?Angel, can you cough up blood again, it looks so beautiful, I want to take a photo to commemorate it, then frame it and hang it on the wall, and leave it to my son as a legacy.

A hand that was white enough to clearly see the blue veins stretched out tremblingly, and took one of the handkerchiefs.

The owner of the hand wiped the corner of the bloody mouth dully, and the white color flashed in the eyes for a moment.A few drops of white, like the tail of a smashed comet, dripped from the eye sockets at a speed estimated in light years, and disappeared quickly.It's just a second passing by the boundary of the earth.Everyone was looking at him, but they didn't know what was wrong with him.It wasn't until a few drops were put on the handkerchief and the back of the hand that people understood what the flashing whiteness was.

It was clearly two hot tears.

Osamu Dazai finally found a way to get himself arrested and imprisoned, and confront Dostoevsky face to face.On the night when the battle plan was decided, he dreamed how he had killed Dostoevsky.

In the dream, Dostoevsky and Akutagawa were kissing in a small dark room. Akutagawa buried himself in Dos's chest aggrievedly, and told what he had experienced recently, then raised his head and looked at Tosi affectionately. Si shouted: "Take me away! Fei Jia, save me!"

Osamu Dazai was right next to him.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke ignored him at all.

"Fool." Dostoevsky responded tenderly, gently hugged Akutagawa to the bed, and began to take off his clothes.

Osamu Dazai stood and watched, unable to tell if this was a dream or reality.

Akutagawa never told him to take me away, or save me and love me, nor would he have no resistance at all when his coat was taken off.He couldn't believe what he saw.This is impossible... How is this possible... Akutagawa willingly lying under Dostoevsky, how is it possible, how is it possible? !Osamu Dazai yelled like crazy, but he couldn't make any sound.The two men ignored him.

The bed was shaking constantly.

Akutagawa's clothes were thrown at Osamu Dazai's feet by Dostoevsky.It was given to Akutagawa by him... Dazai squatted down tremblingly, and picked up the clothes.

He held on tightly as if he was worried that the clothes would disappear from his hands.It's just that in the eyes of those two people, this dress is just a piece of garbage now.

All muscular and nerve reactions are eliminated at this moment.The room was filled with a dead air with a burnt smell. After a little sniffing, it was difficult to breathe and the chest felt tight.Dostoyevsky held Akutagawa's waist tightly, and his black eyes, which were thinking in his heart, let out soft and continuous panting under his body.They kissed a few times, and Osamu Dazai's nausea rose several layers.The nausea rose a few layers, and my chest hurt a few inches.My chest hurt for several inches, and my blood flowed out several liters.

He fantasized that even if he hurt Akutagawa again and again, he could rewrite the already zero relationship between himself and Akutagawa into a tender love, and firmly believed that as long as he didn't give up, Akutagawa would definitely come back.Akutagawa has my imprint on him, everything about Akutagawa is mine, even his life was picked up from the slums, how could Akutagawa forget me, I am irreplaceable in his heart, even if I stab him , he will also forgive me, no matter what I do, Akutagawa will understand, yes, that's it, Akutagawa loves me deeply, so don't worry...

"I love you, Fedya."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa stretched out his arms to wrap around Dostoevsky's neck, tightened his arms gracefully, and hit the silver ring on his wrist with his wrists, his fingers followed the silver ring. The melody tapped on Dostoyevsky's skin, and bursts of gentle and beautiful crisp sounds were heard endlessly.

"Fei Jia, don't leave me... I might as well die without you. I really love you."

The sound hurt Dazai Osamu's heart again and again.The quilt rolled out in beautiful waves, revealing a series of deep creases.

Osamu Dazai finally understood how Chuya Nakahara felt.Back then, I forcibly broke up Chuya and Akutagawa, and deliberately let Chuya see the scene of his beloved being kissed by him, and was still secretly proud.It turned out that I caused Zhongyuan Zhongye to suffer such serious psychological trauma back then. It turned out that this was the feeling.

He laughed so hard that he even shed tears.When he laughed until he was about to have difficulty breathing, he quickly withdrew his laughing appearance, changed his demeanor instantly, and looked at Ryunosuke Akutagawa on the bed with a terrifying look that wanted to tear people apart.He took out the gun with his left hand, and grabbed Akutagawa's neck with his right hand.The two who were entangled realized his existence.

"Why do you pretend to be Akutagawa? Why? Akutagawa loves me, understand? The most important person in Akutagawa's life is me, and I have no one in his heart who can replace me. You actually said love in his face What other people say-why, why?! Why do you slander him so much, what do you know, why do you say that he loves me instead of me? The most important thing in his mind is my approval, how could he abandon me? I go with someone else, how is it possible? Why... I don’t allow you to pretend to be Akutagawa and insult him like this—disgusting wild dog, disgusting wild dog, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting—very disgusting, you know that?!”

Ryunosuke Akutagawa shook his head frantically as if he didn't know him, and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, he exclaimed, "Fei Jia, save me!"

Osamu Dazai shot him in the head with a gun the moment he yelled this sentence.The blood splashed on Dostoevsky's face, and the moment the blood splashed on it, Osamu Dazai shot him in the heart without any hesitation, killing him in less than ten seconds them.

Akutagawa and Majin rolled together in front of him.Akutagawa said that he loves that devil.Akutagawa actually said that he loves that person.Why not me, why not me, doesn't it mean that I am the most important, doesn't it mean that no one can replace me.A disloyal dog is not eligible for life.

Osamu Dazai looked at the sky outside the window.The color of the world has changed.When he faced others with hatred, the world in his eyes changed color.And when he killed people, human beings, and the person he loved the most, he could no longer find his own sky.Marco Ole said that pain is a vivid concept of illness. If you use the power of will to change this concept, let go of it, and stop complaining, the pain will disappear.Contempt for pain, always satisfied, never surprised by anything, disregarded all pain or favor, so its world is colorless.Those who dare to say that the world is colorless, do they despise pain, or do they embed pain so deeply in their bodies that they can no longer distinguish it?

Osamu Dazai looked up at the sky again.He felt that his sky was about to lose color.

Dostoevsky fell to one side when he died, and the knife on the bedside table behind him came into Dazai's eyes.After hesitating for a while, Osamu Dazai took the knife decisively.He saw himself with the blood of the two men on his face through the blade.He gritted his teeth and forced himself to think of the two people sticking together just now, his mind aching and confused.The wailing of birds hidden in the flames of the sun.The cold wind passed by the sighs left behind.Red and black combined into a fierce light.At this moment, more sensitive and fragile life forms exist.

He couldn't think of anything, but he was thinking about everything, because he couldn't think of anything, so he was thinking about something crazily, but he couldn't think of anything, he just filled his mind with unknown hatred and rapid fear.

He stabbed into the corpses of Akutagawa and Dostoevsky with this weapon, and cut a series of cracks on their stiff skin and muscles that had lost the function of breathing. He smashed the corpse with a knife vigorously, kept raising and lowering his hand, and repeatedly used the knife to penetrate the bloody corpse again and again.

The brain fluid overflowed slowly and orderly along the blood vessels and the texture of the meat wall inside the brain, and a sticky thread was drawn between the tip of the knife. The pus was pressed out of the normal lines and splashed onto Osamu Dazai's lips, forming dark purple scars on the leather surface of the lips.The salty smell that has obviously faded and the bloody smell that can gradually be described as stench emerge from the scar.

Osamu Dazai grunted hoarsely, like a mental patient, and cut their heads longitudinally. The intestines were smashed into a ball of meat paste and gushed out.In the red light, under the sill of the collapsed window, and beside the window sill, there are brains and indistinct corpses of different thicknesses.

Akutagawa's cry for help made his voice hoarse, his vocal cords swollen, and his tongue froze in a distorted posture the moment his head was cut open, and then weakened weakly as the head fell, and he was in harmony with it. In the sticky blood pile, I couldn't tell where I was.The asymmetrical eyes of the left and right brain are enough to show how much pain he suffered before his death, so that the eyeballs were twisted and the eyelids were turned outwards, and a large stream of blood flowed from the corner of the eye.The translucent white mixed with tears and the red overflowing from the muscles of the eyelids.The splashed blood stained Osamu Dazai's skin, and also stained the knife in his hand bright red.

He smiled joyfully, pierced Akutagawa's heart with a weapon, and when he took it out, the heart was also torn apart, the wall of the atrium was torn, and the whole heart was gouged out. beat.

It doesn't even have my name written on it.Osamu Dazai finally let go of the knife as if he had collapsed, and knelt down on the floor, holding the heart in his hand in disbelief.

How could it be, how could it not be... The devil is dead, so my name should be on Akutagawa's heart.Could it be that there are other hidden dangers?dwarf?detective?clown?Or Odasaku?

Odasaku... Osamu Dazai stood up with empty eyes, his heart fell from his palm, and fell into a ball of paste on the ground with a slap.

Odasaku is dead, and so is Akutagawa.He suddenly woke up.That's right, dead people don't put anyone in their hearts, and it's impossible for anyone's name to appear in this heart, including him Dazai Osamu.Akutagawa Ryunosuke died, just now—

Osamu Dazai looked at the flesh and blood everywhere in this room, and shook his head disappointedly, he couldn't believe it.

He looked at his blood-stained hands and ran out, trying to find Ryunosuke Akutagawa in the outside world—this beautiful new world. Get a response anytime, anywhere, just like shouting in the middle.

But it was impossible for Akutagawa Ryunosuke to appear and reply to him.All he got was repetitive streets full of useless symmetries and eccentricities, a cold statuette of an earth god in one gloomy niche and a wasteful sacrifice in another, a small wooden window identical to another The antithesis of a round of scorched red sunset on the desolate street outlines the shadows on the dry river.The whole world is left with nothing but sunsets, idols, shadows, symmetry, silence, years, nothingness, and his solitude.

These things are inexhaustible at the moment, but he doesn't want it.He only wanted Ryunosuke Akutagawa.Even if the world is doomsday, as long as Akutagawa Ryunosuke is still there, he would also be willing to disappear into loneliness or nothingness and drift away to the distant moon.But if the world has everything except Ryunosuke Akutagawa, then even if the moon melts and the earth explodes, he doesn't care at all.

The person who can make your heart move is Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the person who can make you regret and also can make yourself cruel is Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and the person who can have a pair of beautiful black eyes is also Akutagawa Ryunosuke.It is this man who has given him desire, lust, sin, hell.Even if everything else is destroyed, only Akutagawa Ryunosuke is still leaning on his shoulders, then he is still Dazai Osamu who will work hard to live.If everything else stays but Akutagawa Ryunosuke is destroyed, then he is no longer part of this strange universe.

Osamu Dazai knelt on the street, facing the statue, laughing and crying.After laughing and crying, he returned to the room just now, cut his neck with a knife and committed suicide without hesitation.Until the blade completely cut through that layer of fragile flesh, he never regretted it for a moment, not even a trace of hesitation emerged.

When death is actually chosen, people tend to be calmer than ever.

At this moment, the result of Dazai Osamu's calm down is that he believes that he cannot bear the blow of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's death, and that he was killed by himself. This kind of blow will only increase day by day or even a second over time. More depressing and lonely than a second.It's like hell.

He wants to choose life to drain from the wound, and he doesn't choose to be alone from the tear glands.

Death, or the metaphor of death, made him wiser and sadder.He was amazed at how he greeted the new life like the morning dew, but he also felt that it was expected.His first new life was given by Ryunosuke Akutagawa.Every day and every night in the port mafia, he hovered on the ugliest edge of human nature. When he first met Ryunosuke Akutagawa, he thought he was also a poor child who would be swallowed up by this ugliness, but he was later caught by Akutagawa's Difficult to grasp and pure as before, he was astonished. Akutagawa's figure of striving to bloom the color of life and seeking redemption was engraved into his soul.Once unable to love Akutagawa Ryunosuke, his soul will die.

The appearance of Akutagawa Ryunosuke ignited his life of more than 20 years of icy machinery, and he managed to grasp Akutagawa's life so that he seemed to be bathed in a beautiful and exciting first love every day.He couldn't break free from it.A look at each other is an exchange of lives, a touch is a cleansing of the world, and a meeting is a rebirth of the universe, so he does not regret dying for Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Ah, love, I have already prepared.

Every action I take may be the last, and every time your face fades and fades away in my dreams, but every movement I make and every thought that lives for you, It's singing again and again, it's all sweet echoes that are repeated non-stop, and it's all prophecies related to you that will be repeated many times in the future.Everything is as written by the Argentine poet Jorge Borges.After countless rumors and malicious reflections in the world, my longing eyes for you will not disappear.Nothing can happen just once, or pass away without warning.There is no elegiac love.

My love, although we said goodbye when you were killed by my bullets, I don't think we are different.I will cross the barriers of existence, step into the palace of death, step into the brave new world after that, and meet you again.

I love you.forgive me.

#hell changes