[Wen Ye] Hell changes

Fukuchi Sakurachi stood on the spot maintaining a speechless appearance, and the pacing movements that were full of confidence just now have stopped.The light turned brightly on Akutagawa Ryunosuke's body, but what he got was not the demure and gentle rotation and flash of light when it was drenched in the black hair and black eyes, but the dull color that was inherited by countless dry or sticky blood clots level.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke has not been beaten to death, but if he is left alone, he will definitely die here alive, or go into shock due to excessive blood loss, and after this shock passes, it is not known whether he will wake up again in this life.He had to gasp for disordered breathing due to the severe pain, but at this moment he felt that even breathing was painful, and every breath was terribly painful.He has begun to feel disgusted and bored with breathing, which is necessary for survival.

Others continued to torture him, asking, are you still telling the truth?But Akutagawa Ryunosuke has no signs of life to answer this question.If you don't get a reply, you can only continue to torture. If it doesn't work, you will let the dog bite you next.The current Akutagawa Ryunosuke is likely to lose all his flesh and blood and be fed to dogs.The executioners discussed this calmly. Alice, who had stepped on the table aggressively just now, suddenly lost her legs, and suddenly returned to her seat, staring at the ceiling and sighing: "How long does the human heart have to grow before it can be black?" Be like this!"

Just before those people's hands touched Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Tachihara Michizo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!" Seeing that the other party was stopped by his yelling, he immediately stepped forward and raised his hand at those people. He clapped his hands and slapped them one by one.Just by listening to the loud sound of the slaps on the cheeks, you can know how tyrannical these slaps are. Anyone who has been slapped is dizzy and bleeding from the corners of their mouths.

"Liyuan, what do you mean?" Fukuchi Sakurachi wanted to make a move, but in the end he only took half a step, and did not stop Liyuan Michizao.

Liyuan Dao seemed to dislike his hand for touching something dirty, he shook it a few times, pretended to spit a few mouthfuls, and quickly rubbed his two palms together to wash his palm and every bit of flesh on his flesh. An inch of slender veins.After doing all this, he saluted Fukuji Sakurachi.

"My lord, I'm teaching the black sheep a lesson." Seeing that Fukuchi Sakura had no intention of stopping him from continuing, he continued to explain, "You think, although I detected someone who was secretly helping the port mafia and the detective agency, and along the way We have touched the communication line of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but we cannot directly conclude that the traitor is him. The other party is a master who can unite the two major organizations of the Mafia and the detective agency. It can be seen that the network and information methods are extraordinary. One condition, then after he finishes everything, he will change the clues casually and deliberately lead us to Akutagawa Ryunosuke, this crime can be perfectly blamed on others, isn't it?"

"It can be said that..."

"Think about it again, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's interpersonal relationship is not ideal no matter from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside. According to the survey, most people in the country are opposed to him or even hate him. This kind of person can really fight against him. Is the detective agency called a brother and friend? Besides, according to my previous observations in the port mafia, he also made mistakes repeatedly in the mafia. I beat him every day, I even saw Osamu Dazai shoot him, and the bullet pierced through his body. It can be seen that his situation in the port mafia is not ideal, no one likes him Under such circumstances, how on earth can he not only exchange secrets with him, contact secretly, but also allow this organization to listen to his intelligence guidance and cooperate with the old rival detective agency? This is really unimaginable. Rather, Akutagawa Ryunosuke is like this Disgusting and enviable at the same time, it's hard not to think that he was framed by that mole. He holds an important position, has achieved a lot, and is deeply loved and valued by you. The enemy is likely to take this opportunity to let He took the blame, and then eradicated him. If Akutagawa Ryunosuke is really going to be beaten to death, it is likely to be in the arms of the enemy. It will be even more difficult for us to find the real traitor in the future, and you will also lose a rare good assistant. Really It's not worth it. Ten thousand steps back, if Akutagawa Ryunosuke is indeed a traitor, after experiencing such abuse, he must be unable to do anything else, so he can only lie obediently on the hospital bed.

That's why I said that these people who started beating him before they found out the truth are simply guilty and gangsters. They are of no use to our development. They almost missed a major event. They are all black apples!It's just a simple meal, and I feel superhuman because of my superhuman abilities.The upper-class capital scavenges the fruits of the proletariat's labor and distributes them as bonuses every month, but when they need to use supernatural powers to kill the enemy, they take leave to return home, hide in the house and eat watermelon, and only beat their own people at critical moments. Hit harder than anyone else.

This kind of bureaucratic idiot who harms others and himself should be shot! "

"Why didn't you talk about these logical principles before?" Fukuchi Sakura slapped the table violently, and then pointed at Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who looked like a dead body, "It's already reached this point, but you told me that I might be wronged Can you do it all over again?" "I just said that after chasing the past, the coordinates of Akutagawa Ryunosuke were on the other end of the phone, and I didn't directly say that he was a traitor. Bring him here as a suspect, and then The one who said to use primitive torture methods on him," Michizo Tachihara paused for a second, "It's you." "Okay..." Fukuchi Sakurachi stood dumbfounded, looking as if she had lost something.

Mori Owai took this opportunity to immediately express his neutral position, and by the way made an empty promise, saying that not only the armed detective agency, as long as you are willing to ask us for help, we will also send people.Of course, he won't keep this promise, it's just a joke, a wise move to protect himself.What he wants to do, what Akutagawa wants to do, he is now completely clear.Before leaving, he did not forget to perform it again in front of Fukuji Sakurachi, and said harshly to Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "Although I had a premonition that you would betray me, I still hoped that you would come back to me. So I specially contacted you to warn you and keep you away from Dostoyevsky, but in the end you still didn’t listen. Dostoyevsky once stabbed me on the street, and it still hurts a little. You paid me back for your man, and I won't care about it in the future. I hope you can figure out what you should do in the future, and if you have the courage, never go back on your word. Do you understand?"

Whether he repented or not, Akutagawa Ryunosuke no longer had the energy to make judgments and reflections.

The ears suddenly lost their hearing.

The eyes can only see the reflection of the leaves outside the window.

Only the sense of smell is barely functioning.If you grit your teeth hard, you can smell the residual heat of the day, the smell of alcohol mixed with wax oil, and the ashes left after the kraft paper was burnt.The bright white highlights settled in the wet and filthy pool of blood, gathered ulcers, shimmering and shaking, while performing lonely jumps, waiting for the blood to dry up alone.The sunlight slanted into the room, illuminating Ryunosuke Akutagawa's body with light, and also making the blood beach emit a hundred bright colors of the spectrum.The backs of the green leaves that are exposed to the sunlight swayed with swaying light spots, and the fragments of the light spots fell through the gaps in the leaves, swaying out golden ripples that are ever-changing in shape and look like duckweed.

The dry heat of the air quickly dried the blood stains on the clothes. Ryunosuke Akutagawa stretched out his surviving left hand, trying to remove the clothes, but it hurt too much to stick it to the wound.But it was too late.The seepage of blood and sweat made the clothes sticky to the skin, and then it was half-dried by the sun, and tightly stuck to the flesh of the wound, and even some cloth passed through the cut, deeply fixed deep in the flesh and blood.To take off the clothes is equivalent to peeling off a layer of skin and uprooting the cloth from the depth of the bones.

I may be dying.Akutagawa Ryunosuke finally realized this.After living for so long, it was the first time that he had such a firm conviction in his own life.

He tremblingly climbed on the ground, strenuously moving forward in a posture that can be described as wriggling. Every damaged joint contained countless sticky fishy sweetness. Just moving it would make the nerves of the whole body start to contract, as if being caught by a His hand was stretched and pulled, but he felt that he could no longer feel the pain.Finally, he finally left the place where the sun was shining, and leaned against the dark corner of the wall.The shadows covered him like dirty and dilapidated rock mud.The sun outside the shadows creeps towards the center of the sky, and the unbridled light suddenly descends on the earth like a gust of wind, wandering in the world.But he can no longer go out.The sun suddenly gathers, and the shade of trees all over the ground indicates the vitality of midsummer.But he could never see this scene again.

He can no longer see the sun.

It is said that people will flash their whole life in their minds before they die.It would be great if that was the case, how he wished to have the opportunity to examine his own life, to see what he had missed in the past 20 years, and whether he had done any good deeds, even if there was only one.But how did this 20 years of life flash by, so short and fleeting, he didn't quite understand.However, unexpectedly, when Ryunosuke Akutagawa closed his eyes, he was overwhelmed by a series of refuting historical fragments in the dark. These fragments are not his own life, nor anyone's life. But all of Japan.

First, when there were first signs of humanity.At that time, they didn’t even have a name. The nearly naked Altaic people gathered together and ran persistently along the winding coastline of Hokkaido. They had to learn to drink blood if they couldn’t even communicate, and they had to learn to catch up if they couldn’t even walk. .What does the life of the original inhabitants have to do with me? After all, it was the Japanese who exterminated them, and I am the descendant of the murderers who exterminated them.Akutagawa Ryunosuke wanted to skip this period.Hopefully, this blank but horribly inflated experience will wear out in the history of human evolution.Jump straight to the various long and short eras.Whether it is the era of Fujiwara Murasaki Shikibu, the scarred Warring States Period, the Anping Edo Period, the enlightened and bright Taisho Period, or the dark Showa Period.is history.It is the movement of superimposed points one after another on the coordinate axis of time.It is the shadow of a temporary peace that slides from this war to another preparing for war.The wandering boredom and loneliness that inhabited under the shadows also turned into a thousand-turning light smoke with the endless travel of time, and never appeared in the long river of history since then.

After all, little by little, life, time, and love are gone.

The wreckage of the times accumulates and collides in the past to form a morbid legacy of pain, and the distorted footsteps are dying in the pain, walking along, and going to another part of the world with indescribable pain and a pretentious soul.Not here, or somewhere in memory.Its starting point is the change of the world caused by the passage of life and birth, but the ending point is the endless ocean current of death.One end starts from the present when Baiju is too short, and the other end extends to the infinite universe.

Why give me life?Akutagawa Ryunosuke wanted to ask.Who was going to give me life back then, ah, by the way, it was my mother, my mother.Why give me life.If it is meaningful to live so long, then at the moment of gaining meaning, life has already begun to have a deadline, isn't it?And if it is inevitable to break up sooner or later, then this poor lifeline connecting oneself and the world will become meaningless sooner or later.Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly felt that everything was insignificant.He took hold of life.Dostoevsky was waiting for him on the other side of his life.

At this time, he heard someone calling his name, and as the call became clearer, his consciousness gathered up little by little, forming several slightly vortexes.After a vortex grows, another vortex is derived, and the other vortex is violently stirred with other vortexes.

is the mother.

The tears that Akutagawa Ryunosuke never shed when he killed someone, the tears that he never shed when he was hacked to pieces, overflowed uncontrollably at this moment, rolling down almost unbearably heartbroken.

Why should I be born?No, I even really want to know, was I really born in October?If this is the case, why do I never have the faces of my parents in my memory?Mother, why did you throw me into a slum after giving birth to me?That place is really not for children, I live so lonely, how did you have the heart to leave me and my sister there?Could it be that I am really a wild dog that grew out of a garbage dump, raised by nature, without parents?They dismissed me as an orphan, and called me so many nicknames after dogs, and said I was born to be a mafia, born to kill, and I didn't choose that.If possible, I also hope to be coaxed by the midwives like ordinary babies, and then let out all the voices to cry, even if I cry all the bad luck and the grievances I will suffer in this life Net, and no one will say that I behaved badly.If I had a choice, I would like to go to school and get admitted to a university that suits me. Maybe I can teach Xiaoyin homework. She is so gentle and quiet, and there will be many people in school who will pursue her. It doesn't matter who she chooses. I just want her to live well...

The weeping gradually weakened, echoing in the empty infinite city, and then it did not know when it could no longer be heard.Everything melted away unconsciously.Everything turned into an emotion that at this moment determined his eternal doom in the future.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa's extremities were in sharp pain. The punctured blood vessels and cells seemed to be jumping and vibrating. The pain continued to expand. It is about to be blown into ashes under the summer sun.Now he is just at the end of his life of being humiliated, evil, and withered, dimly resisting death from death.

It hurts so much, it didn't hurt just now, and I feel numb, but now I don't know why, suddenly I feel really hurt again.It's so cold, it's obvious that so much blood has flowed, it's so hot, and it's covered the whole body, why is it so cold.If I'm not Ryunosuke Akutagawa, if I'm not the holder of supernatural powers, if I'm just an ordinary person, can I cry loudly at this time and say that I'm so scared?Mother, I'm really sorry for you. You have a skinny body, and you have to suffer from your parents, and I can't even protect a complete piece of skin and flesh.How did you feel when you abandoned me?I remember you clearly promised in my ear that you would come back to pick me up. This promise lasted for 20 years. Why did you lie when you took a last look at me?Where did you go?Just left me a long and awkward name and never came back.

It is said that raising a child is a hundred years old, and always worrying about 99. If you had never left me and Xiaoyin, would we still be what we are today?I don't understand... I never stopped thinking about it.Mother, I miss you so much. I am also made of meat, and I was born by a single mother in October. Now that I am like this, I will love me with my heart and unconditionally. Only my biological parents... Every time I go to the street I can't stop thinking of you when I see other children being held and coaxed.The winter in the slum was hungry and cold, and I was so cold that I lost my mind, but I still imagined that you would suddenly appear, pick up my sister and me, and leave here forever.

Forgive me for saying it frankly before I die, when I killed someone for the first time, how much I wished you could appear by my side, scold me hard, and beat me hard.If only you could beat me up hard, and then teach me that other people have mothers, and others have family members. If that person dies, there will be people who love him and love him for the rest of his life!In that case, I will surrender myself, and after I get out of prison, I will never kill again, and live hard while taking care of my sister.But, but, you never showed up, never.No one taught me how to be a human being, no one taught me how to be kind and loving, everyone scolded me, beat me, and denied me.

I miss you so much……

Su Guang Tiechang broke in with a knife, and looked at Akutagawa curled up in the corner in disbelief.Akutagawa was covered in bloodstains, his skin was ripped apart and he leaned there, his eyes were tightly closed, as if he would never open them again.There are countless knife marks on his body, and bones can even be seen in some places, as if torn apart by a huge force. The blood dried up and made the clothes and the wound tightly bonded together, making the wound appear sad red and black .

Mo Guangtiechang ran to Akutagawa's side, touched Akutagawa's cold skin, wanted to hold him in his arms, but was afraid that even if he touched him, it would hurt him.He stretched out his hand to check if there were any signs of survival, but when he got close to Akutagawa's breath, he heard a vague murmur.This murmur convinced Suehiro Tetsuchang that Akutagawa was not dead yet, and when he felt Akutagawa's fragile breath with his fingers, he wanted to cry for a moment.He felt like the blood in his heart was going to freeze.The moment he saw Akutagawa, he almost thought that he would be separated from this person from now on.He never wanted to leave his eyes fixed on Ryunosuke Akutagawa.If you go back in time and give him a choice, when he looked at Akutagawa and was discovered, he would not look away again.He wanted to look at him, see him clearly, so needed and desired.

He never noticed it before, but when Akutagawa's scars all over his body appeared in front of his eyes, he began to understand that he couldn't lose Akutagawa Ryunosuke, even if it was just for a moment to look away.Because in an instant, they will be scattered by the world again.It only takes him to look away, and the two of them will be separated by yin and yang.He does not want to separate.He didn't know if it was too late to realize this, but he knew it had to be realized now.

He wanted to tell Akutagawa, ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just came here now, I only understand now, I understand...I didn't understand before, but now I understand.He wanted to tell Ryunosuke Akutagawa such words.However, when he opened his mouth, the words flew away quietly taking advantage of the subtle sadness, and never came back, just like the more powerful sunlight entering the room at this moment and melting their figures, only hesitant to speak The pain of splinters scraping in the throat.Words that sounded like whimpers stuttered from his throat: "Akutagawa, Akutagawa, I'm... in pain, right? I'll take you out of here now..."

He carefully lifted Akutagawa's body.Akutagawa curled up habitually, his knees trembled slightly, and the butterfly bones fluttered up and down, as if he was really going to turn into a butterfly, and immediately flew to the other side of the world with this unspeakable silence .Akutagawa was still whispering, the voice was too subtle, weaker than that of a mosquito, as if he was carefully spitting out poison one mouthful at a time.Su Guang Tiechang had no choice but to bend down to listen.When he got close to Akutagawa Ryunosuke, he finally heard what Akutagawa was saying.

A tear rolled down from the corner of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eye and dripped into the pool of blood on the ground.

"Mother……"