[Wen Ye] Hell changes

None of the letters to Dostoevsky were sent, and of course Ryunosuke Akutagawa knew in his heart that these letters should never be sent, and he had to write them for himself.Love and swear words are all only for oneself, and after writing, they are burned to the point where they can be recited fluently, and burned to ashes.But recently he lost the letter with the most words, perhaps due to the overload of memory caused by fatigue, he couldn't remember where he put that letter at all.He searched all over, looking for the paper of the silent confession from all kinds of mud feet on the dock wall, and kept speculating where it might have fallen. In the end, his head was dizzy due to bowing his head for too long. The patterned dark patterns of regular geometry and the bright spore-like flocs fluttered from top to bottom, which made him a little fascinated.

With his mottled vision and dizzy mind, he looked at the black stench in the darkness, and couldn't help but wonder when this kind of life would come to an end.

Fukuji Sakurachi summoned him alone. This time there was no bystander, and there was no one around for several miles. Such an empty office environment made Akutagawa couldn't help wondering why he was so quiet and what everyone was doing. up.Hanging on the wall is a calligraphy and painting of Matsuo Basho's works written in qiujin cursive script. Akutagawa has never seen it before, and it should be a decoration that was hung only recently.The calligrapher's technique is unique. He has mixed many rare stroke arrangements between the familiar Chinese characters, which is extremely eye-catching. Its shape is like flowing water, interspersed with characters like reeds. Matched flawlessly.

The bleak cold wind announces the late autumn, and the leaves of the tung tree are falling to cover Wenyue.

When he entered the door, Fudi Yingchi suddenly knocked on the table angrily and snorted coldly. The deterrent force of the slapping sound rushed towards his sickly body like waves, making him even more vigilant. "How is the suppression going? I haven't seen any movement from you recently." Fukuchi Sakura lowered her head and put her hands behind her back, keeping her eyes on the map on the table without looking at him. "Is it because the work pressure is too heavy and I need to give you a vacation? ""It's not serious at all, it's my duty." "Since your attitude is still correct, then I'll be more tolerant. You have to keep this attitude and go on, that's what you want, the great politicians of all ages One can sleep for eight hours, who is not desperately engaged in construction."

Fukuchi Sakura nodded in agreement, but his eyes were still full of cloudy melancholy, and his brows were still unfurled. He seemed to be hesitating for something, and tried to cover it up with the action of thinking about the map.In the end, he let out a long sigh, gave up covering up, crumpled the map into a ball, threw it into the trash can next to him, and then sat down on the chair, leaning weakly on the soft cushion on the back of the chair , with sloppy sideburns, and complex and unpredictable eyes looking at Akutagawa. "Is that you?" he asked. "Is that the mole? Tell me honestly, no matter what your answer is, I will never hurt you again, Akutagawa."

"What's the matter with you?"

"Recently, the voices against me are getting louder and louder. No matter how much police force or even force is sent, there is no way to calm down the tide of riots. I have never discovered before that there will be so many ups and downs on the road to success, and there will be so many obstacles. What a stumbling block... I can't understand, why are there people who oppose me? Why are they becoming more and more powerful? It seems that you haven't stopped working, why is it still not improving? Can't these people shut up? You let I'm disappointed, Akutagawa, did you betray me, did you lie to me?" He walked back slowly beside Akutagawa Ryunosuke, "I won't hurt you again, Akutagawa. Since I hurt you like that last time You, I made such a promise, so you can rest assured to tell the truth."

"What you said will not hurt anymore, can you be more specific?" "I will give you a bottle of poison, so that you can die peacefully and peacefully."

Just like Song Taizong Zhao Guangyi gave poison to Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Akutagawa Ryunosuke secretly thought sarcastically.But he still looks stunned on the outside, which makes people think that he is still afraid of pain, and he is a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death in his bones: "I never betrayed you."

"True?" "True." "How real?" "Fifteen thousand percent." "Akutagawa..."

Fukuji Sakurachi's hand barely stopped on Akutagawa Enyun's shoulder.His fingers trembled uneasily. It was hard to imagine that such a man who would not change color even if the sky fell would tremble because of his ups and downs.The astonishment on Akutagawa's face at this moment is not acting, but showing his true feelings.Fukuchi Sakurachi's hand that landed on his skin seemed to convey some emotional secrets. Ryunosuke Akutagawa couldn't understand what this secret was for the time being, but he knew that he was not moved by the revelation of this secret at all, even I think it's more ridiculous than crocodile tears.

"I'm sorry, I said a lot to you just now. You have always worked harder than anyone else, but I kept berating you, making demands on you, and ignoring your hard work. You have worked hard, please don't pay attention to my nonsense just now In other words, it is definitely not your responsibility that the situation will become serious this time. Will you forgive me? As you get older, you will talk nonsense and do wrong things... Has the last injury healed? Does it still hurt now? I also think about the overall situation, can you understand?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke did not reply him.

"Akutagawa, if I was 30 years younger, if I wasn't a leader, a soldier, or a politician, if I wasn't me, then I wouldn't dare touch you, for fear that you, who are so fragile, would melt in my hands. "

Akutagawa Ryunosuke listened to these words in silence, raised his face mechanically, looked at him dully, and met his eyes.He couldn't help asking, Akutagawa, did you hear what I said, did you hear what I said just now, Akutagawa, why have you been refusing to speak?Akutagawa still didn't answer.He sighed again, and no longer expected Akutagawa to speak. "I need a list of influential representatives of the reactionary faction. You have to provide it to me within this week, including Edogawa Ranpo's actions, and the latest situation of the Armed Detective Agency." He reached out to touch Akutagawa Ryuuji Jie's cheeks were unexpectedly gentle, which was quite different from the rough calluses on the palm of his hand, "I have wronged you. This is the last time you are going to please those men. I promise you, this is absolutely The last time. After you successfully wiped out those dangerous elements this time, there will be no future troubles, and you will no longer need to pay and sacrifice like this. From now on, the only people you need to please are your own people."

His hands just floated on the surface of Akutagawa's skin, and he didn't dare to hold it up directly, as if treating the most perfect artwork, with inexplicable awe and begging joy in his heart.After this confession, neither of them spoke again, maintaining a strange tacit understanding, and fell into silence together until the last second.Silence is not the absence of sound.Akutagawa Ryunosuke heard the silence, which sounded like a kind of burial.The burial that is continuous, ongoing, and indistinguishable between life and death.Silence is a unique feeling that will be loved for generations to come, so the burial called silence lasts forever. When the clouds are gone, it sings to the wine, and when the sky is desolate, it can be a savior. When people are drunk, dreaming and dying, it falls into endless loneliness.Akutagawa Ryunosuke has died countless times in various silences in his life, and now he may never be able to escape.

He blankly read Akutagawa's name.Akutagawa habitually returned a flattering but ruthless look.This look cannot be called love at all, it is clearly friendly, even impatient, but I don't know why people always feel that Akutagawa is extremely perfunctory and extremely impatient when receiving this look.The extremes of both sides are contained in the eyes of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and the two types of emotions can be fully interpreted in a simple throw of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, which stunned countless elite soldiers and gave up the battle. The heroes lost all their strength and competed to disarm.

He caught a glimpse of the silent humbleness and mourning through Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eyes, but he also gained a sense of abnormal satisfaction for owning this humbleness and perfunctory.Sadness welled up.With this sour feeling in his eyes, he looked at Ryunosuke Akutagawa.The exquisite and straight bridge of the nose is a little less hostile than most Westerners, and a bit more elegant than the common Orientals. The pure and flawless lines as if they were just born are even more beautiful than the lines of a vase made of a potter's wheel.The lips are moving and natural, and they open and move slightly with great vitality, as if they are silently continuing to speak emotionally to others.Just by glancing at the movement of his lips, countless people will pretend to be affectionate and think that he is talking love to themselves, thinking that he must be showing favor to themselves and falling in love with them.

As a result, Fukuji Sakurachi, who has always been informal, became delicate and tender, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke subconsciously became afraid, but there was no way to escape.There was an unavoidable gleam of affectionate fragility in those dark eyes.He looked tenderly at the corners of Akutagawa's eyes and between his brows, as if intending to use his eyes to penetrate into Akutagawa's eyes and even his soul.want to swim there.He wanted to swim in this breathtakingly beautiful black ocean.He kept prolonging and prolonging the gaze, until it was called a stretch, and continued to pull all his strength and mind out of the irises, just to dedicate it to the pair of black eyes as a tribute, as if intending to Give him your whole world.Even if he couldn't see any response from Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eyes.

"When I finish this career, I will be more than ten thousand people, and no one will be able to bully you anymore."

Akutagawa pursed his lips and nodded weakly, but he still didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

"You can go now. Get some rest."

Fukuji Sakura waved at him helplessly.Without any hesitation, Akutagawa turned around and was about to walk away.Fukuji Sakurachi suddenly shouted nervously, and stopped Akutagawa again, but when Akutagawa looked back at him, he didn't know what to say.Is there anything you want to say to me?He asked Akutagawa.Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't open his mouth, but just threw a half-way glance at him, flying away like a shadow.When looking directly at those black eyes, which were so clear without any impurities, Fukuji Sakurachi seemed to have undergone an explosion comparable to nuclear fusion in his heart.After the explosion, the residual fire exuding the deadly smell of gunpowder spread out circles of invisible radiation arcs, converging into a menacing vortex of thermal energy, which was gathered little by little due to gravity, and danced low and slowly in the center of the soul, devouring The world is in the invisible, and the universe is behind the unintentional.

Whenever he closes his eyes and concentrates, he can see the remnants of the world rolled up by the explosion.He hesitated a little, but he wasn't afraid.He felt that he could conquer these remnants, and he could grow old with these remnants, and be friendly to the end.

After leaving, Akutagawa Ryunosuke recounted Fukuchi Sakurachi's request to Edogawa Ranpo according to the script.Edogawa Ranpo was pondering at the other end, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke decided to speak his mind before the famous detective started to speak capriciously.

"Don't come." He said to Edogawa Ranpo, "I will report the false address and route of action to Fukuchi Sakurachi." "Fukuchi Sakurachi's patience has run out. This time he is serious and wants to wipe out those who hinder him. As soon as you hand in the list, those innocent people will be silenced immediately, and you will surely It is on the list. Giving him the real information is equivalent to sending you to death?" "If you give him false information, you will be secretly executed before he starts to act. I will not let you die. "I can't let you die." "Listen to me, don't lie to Fukuchi Sakura, tell him my actions in full. Betray me. You just betray me, and the rest I'll figure it out myself." "He'll kill you."

Edogawa Luanbu let out a long breath, and he didn't know whether it was helplessness or irritability: "I will hide in the book, so that our two lives can be saved."

"Then what if the book is also destroyed? I mean, after entering the world of books, what is presented to the enemy is a stack of stapled papers. If the book is destroyed, what will happen to you? You will never be able to come out again , or..." Ryunosuke Akutagawa paused, and then he changed his calm tone and raised his volume, "Don't go, just allow me to fabricate information, I will find a way to get out, Fukuji Sakurachi seems to have been fooled Yes, there is longing in his eyes when he looks at me, as long as I go to sleep with him, I will probably be able to escape." "I said, betray me. Don't expose me even if I die, I will find a way to end it , you just don’t want to admit who you are.” “I don’t want to lose anyone.” “What are you talking about, fool? What are you talking about? Do I just want to lose you? You just know you don’t want to, But I don't know if I want to or not. I hate you, I have never hated you so much, you are a fool. I will bring bodyguards, don't worry about it!"

When Akutagawa Ryunosuke heard these words, a clean and friendly young face suddenly appeared in his mind, and for this reason he remembered the kindness that flashed through his life back then, although it was inadvertent But he always remembered those clear eyes with colorful colors.So he tentatively asked: "Could Renhu be too immature?" "It's younger, but it doesn't mean that it doesn't have the ability to escape with the book. Don't underestimate him, his upper limit is very high. "Since even you approve of him, I'm not qualified to pick and choose. Please let me talk to him once." "Wait a minute, he broke his leg before, and now he should be with Xie Ye , I'll call him."

Atsushi Nakajima was called to talk to Ryunosuke Akutagawa in such a daze, this sudden interaction made him puzzled by Monk Joji.He didn't know what connection he could have with Akutagawa, and he didn't know what attitude he should have when talking to Akutagawa.

When he picked up the phone and greeted him bumpily, Akutagawa Ryunosuke couldn't help but rolled his eyes secretly.He could almost imagine Atsushi Nakajima blinking his eyes and looking around nervously. He really didn't know where the so-called upper limit was reflected.Atsushi Nakajima nervously greeted him good afternoon, and he parroted his tongue perfunctorily, saying good afternoon too.

Immediately afterwards, he asked Atsushi Nakajima without any hesitation: "Can you tear up the big tree with your hands?" In his mind, the thickness of the tree that Gogol had drawn to himself before, and put it into a concrete shape with words, was right. Atsushi Nakajima explained.

Atsushi Nakajima faltered for a while, then replied: "Probably not." "Well, you don't have to wait until the war starts, you can go and kill yourself now." "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Atsushi Nakajima began to apologize frequently, which can be said to have exhausted his eloquence. He also explained that I was only guessing, and it was only a high probability. He also said that I was still very reliable occasionally. It means that I'm just restrained a little, and I don't mean to make you unhappy. I'm sorry, can we not commit suicide?It seemed like he was eager to rub Akutagawa Ryunosuke into his arms and kept saying good things. If Akutagawa hadn't rubbed him with his cold black hair in the end and curled up next to him and said I forgive you, he would never have stopped Stance.

Of course, Akutagawa would never do such a thing to him, at most he would reward him with a slap in the face.

"You'll hang up if you keep talking." "Oh, let's not talk about it." "Who told you not to talk? Let you talk about business." "Business...well, I get it." He knocked Knock yourself on the head, "Give me time, I will make rapid progress, a week, no need, just a day, can you wait? If not, just an hour, I will definitely meet your requirements in an hour, okay?" "Speak wild words. You are limited to three days." "Okay, I will definitely do it, three days, I remember, I will work harder than ever before, until I can protect Mr. Ranpo."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't know where his upper limit was, but he felt that his enthusiasm and perseverance had no upper limit, and he didn't know whether to praise him or hurt him for a while.In the end Akutagawa didn't say anything, just snorted a noncommittal chuckle.Although not friendly and warm, at least there is no malice.

The burst of laughter was clearly conveyed to Atsushi Nakajima on the other end of the phone.Nakajima Atsushi could feel the soft vibration of gas through the cold microphone next to his ear.That was Akutagawa Ryunosuke's laughter changed into the sound of electric movement and rushed to the edge of his ear.Graceful and subtle scratching, just a tiny bit is enough to shake him, and enter the detection range of his senses in the most ticklish way.

If you can make this person laugh, then make me a complete laughingstock, and I am willing.He even had such an idea.

"Even if I'm alone now, I will stick to it." He promised Akutagawa Ryunosuke. "Well. You're not alone, this isn't your battle alone. Now we're fighting side by side, Human Tiger."

Ah, is that so?After Atsushi Nakajima cut off the communication call, his neck was as stiff as an axis, and he twisted and twisted slowly, looking at Ranpo Edogawa with a livid face, and hesitantly announced the good news like a music box on a cassette, Akutagawa he Said he fought with me, Mr. Ranpo, how happy.

Seeing Edogawa's random steps like that made his stomach angry, and he, who was always easy-going, had blue veins on his head, and he flew over to Atsushi Nakajima and said, "You want to eat fart!"