[Wen Ye] Hell changes

The sky is full of stars tonight.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke found Poe, ready to discuss the next step of the plan.Edogawa Ranpo was not seen in the secret base, only Edgar Allan Poe.He was waiting for the return of his friend Edogawa Ranpo, but he didn't wait until he saw the embarrassed Akutagawa limping towards him, and he was quite frightened.

He helped Akutagawa to the bed and asked what happened, but Akutagawa was in so much pain that he didn't want to say a word.He felt as if his skeleton was being pinched in the palm of a big hot hand, and it was about to pinch the whole skeleton until it collapsed and compressed. His limbs were so painful that it seemed that his muscles were misplaced. From the scalp to the brain and heart, there was such a dull pain. Forbearance, his legs kept shaking and twitching, and he couldn't stand upright at all.

"Akutagawa, are you okay?" Poe asked eagerly, "Do you need something to drink? Don't you want to? Then... what do you want? Talk to me."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke seemed to be reciting a text, with a pair of dull eyes, he said dully: "I want to have a bird's-eye view of the evening scenery of the capital from Kiyomizu Temple, and see the sky of Xishan Mountain at sunset."

Before he could finish listening to Edgar Allan Poe's reply, he fell asleep.

One second before being swept away by the dizziness, what he saw was the starry sky outside the window.Countless stars are stretching from the other side of the ancient times, just to be on the earth and shine on the world. This kind of romantic and illusory beauty is most likely to arouse the inspiration of literati, the decadence of emotional people and the lamentation of passionate lovers. .A few bands of light from the Milky Way quietly crossed the meandering Milky Way, bringing decadence and sighs to the Milky Way on the earth again and again, causing stars, clouds and waves to cry, and every wave of crying can hit the earth Bombed into wreckage.

The starry sky is so beautiful.Why is this happening.The night that was deprived of body and soul turned out to be a beautiful night filled with stars.Akutagawa Ryunosuke felt infinite irony and chills.

It's just that before he had time to make a specific evaluation of this chill, he fell into a deep sleep and fell asleep.In his dream, he didn't seem to have been injured, not only did he not feel any pain at all, his legs were still flexible.

He entered a tunnel.

Relying on his heavy sense of smell and sluggish vision, he preliminarily judged that this might be a private secret passage used for emergency escape. Only when he has been out of sight for a long time and at the same time hides filth again and again can he produce this kind of dead air and copper. A fishy and bitter stench.Not only does the smell resemble stasis and muddy tears, but it also has a certain slope.The slope made his climbing more difficult, and it also made him feel more impatient, and even had some unreasonable fear and resistance.

No matter how you look forward, no matter how hard you rush toward the exit day and night, you still can't find a ray of light, not even the premonitory shadowy shadow before the light comes, and even if In this way, a lot of fern weeds grew on the stone walls of the tunnel.It's unbelievable, without moisture, sunlight, and soil, they drilled through the hopeless cracks of withering and barrenness, and wrote endless rhymes of reproduction and reproduction in the dark.

All the weirdness and bottomlessness made him start to feel timid, and he couldn't help but want to retreat.Why don't you go back, or stop crawling here forever.

But then he changed his mind.

Because he felt Dostoevsky.

The sensors in the heart became abnormally active, and the increasingly powerful ringing and clearer agitation all explained the fact that Dostoevsky was right ahead, as long as he got out of this dark place Tunnel, you will definitely meet Dostoevsky at the end.

While feeling the beating of the sensor, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was soaked by this knowledge, which can be called good news, and his reason was completely soaked. Let alone his rationality, his whole brain might be soaked to death. timidity and hesitation.He tried his best to crawl forward, and the deeper he went, the more difficult it was to pass through this tunnel, which was much longer than the deepest part of the earth, and more shady than the darkest part of the universe. an inch.But none of that could compare to his desire to meet Dostoevsky at this moment.

So he finally broke through this difficulty, and when he was about to be exhausted, he saw a round silver-white light spot symbolizing the exit.

Dostoevsky was indeed waiting for him at the exit.

"Feja!"

He ran to Dostoyevsky, who also caught his body accurately and embraced him with strong arms.

"what happened?"

Dostoevsky's voice was as magnetic as ever, calm and calm, and could make the violent noise of his heartbeat and sensors become as gentle as a butterfly flapping its wings.The bouncing and jumping sound is no longer a noise, it has become a spring like a butterfly whirling and dancing under the call of Dostoevsky.

I?Why do you ask me, why do you ask me like that, Fedya?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke raised his head in his arms and asked him back.

Butterflies can fly out of my body and my heart if you want, Fedya.

You only need to order, I only need to nod and open my lips, and this confession prepared by the swaying of gorgeous creatures can be displayed in front of you.The moment the butterfly flies out, you will find the answer in my heart, and you will be amazed at the secrets I hide in the butterfly wings and pollen sandalwood.Maybe you have discovered it with your excellent observation skills, but you probably haven't heard me say it yourself.

At the moment when the light is finally reached, under the embrace of butterflies, look quietly, quietly look at your wet cheeks.If I hadn't overcome the darkness and came before you just now, would you still be able to welcome this confession woven by butterflies?The darkness and difficulties just now seemed to have disappeared.Standing in front of you, your heart is beating continuously, and your voice is amplified multiple times. As your blood pressure rises and your head becomes hot, your purple eyes are slowly blurred in the eye curtains.I can't see clearly.Can't see you clearly.Can't see the sky.I can't see the romantic butterflies and constellations above my head clearly.Because my pupil lines have become the texture patterns of butterfly wings.If I am not dreaming at this moment, but really meet you again, then what kind of words should I say to you?

I will tell you about the loneliness when the butterfly pattern is wrapped, I will tell you about the sadness when the pollen is falling, I will tell you about the mourning of a sad butterfly nestling on the withered petals, and I will tell you about the long life of a butterfly reincarnated several times The magnificence of the serenade played by time tells you the sigh from love and nature that has been sealed for a long time.

"Have you been wronged recently?" Dostoevsky stroked the corners of his red eyes.

Anyway, this is a dream, and it is his own dream, a dream that no one but himself will know, so no matter how he behaves, it is good, and it can be explained by common sense.Then he half bent down, grabbed Dostoyevsky by the collar like a child, and tears like green water dripped from his eyes.

"After you get out of prison, we will never go back to Japan, okay?"

"why?"

"I want to go with you."

"Then let's go now."

"it is good."

Dostoevsky pulled him forward, and when Dostoevsky turned around, a knife scar happened to be exposed in his temple hair due to the angle.Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly felt puzzled, why didn't he know that Fei Jia still had a scar on his face, could it be that he was hurt by someone during his imprisonment?

The nape of Dostoevsky's neck is sparsely haired, clean and long, with very beautiful lines, and one can appreciate the demeanor formed by a man who walks proudly for a long time.Akutagawa Ryunosuke was overjoyed, because he found that Dostoevsky hadn't changed at all, he was as handsome and proud as the day he found out that he fell in love with him, so the taboo about the scar just now turned into distress.

The ugly and deformed appearance of Scar perched on the back of Dostoevsky's earlobe was really unforgettable for him, and he suddenly felt an indescribable attachment.Before, he still thought that scar was disturbing, but now he only felt that the scar was like the scars of war and years in the report, which was completely acceptable.

So he put his hand on Dostoevsky's scar quite emotionally.

The hand he was stroking the scar was gently held by Dostoevsky, like a cloud wrapped in the wings of a white dove.

The moment I hold it, it seems that I can hold the debris of the cloud and fly to the blue sky full of dawn.

"Fedya?" He looked at Dostoyevsky nervously, and of course he was more expectant.

That's natural. A man holds your hand and looks at you reluctantly. Apart from preparing to confess to you and make a pledge of eternal love, is there any other possibility?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke swallowed a mouthful of saliva, almost ready to respond to the phrase "I love you", and even considered how he would fall into the opponent's arms afterwards.To describe it poetically, it is full of shyness and soft gestures.Yes, shyness is poetry, softness is poetry.Now Ryunosuke Akutagawa felt poetic all over him.

And just as he was looking at Dostoevsky affectionately, waiting for the latter's confession, an abnormally sharp long knife suddenly stabbed from behind, directly piercing Dostoevsky's body. skull.

The distance of the knife was very precise, only a few centimeters away from Ryunosuke Akutagawa who was in his arms.

Butterflies began to die one by one.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke cried and called Dostoevsky's name over and over again, but he still couldn't stop him from dying.His body was able to fall into Akutagawa Ryunosuke's arms, and the moment he fell, Akutagawa Ryunosuke saw Dazai Osamu standing behind him.

Osamu Dazai held a long knife in his hand, and bright red blood kept flowing from the handle and tip of the knife.The moonlight cast a shadow on Osamu Dazai's back, the blood-stained robe sleeves and shoulder folds, as well as the arc shape of the sleeve cuff raised by vigorously swinging the knife, all faintly reflected a horrifying red light, As if possessed by a demon.

However, simply stabbing Dostoevsky in the head was obviously not enough to satisfy Dazai.Regardless of Akutagawa's pleas and cries, he snatched the corpse from Akutagawa's arms, pressed it to the ground, and cut Dostoevsky's face with one knife after another, sometimes from the scalp to the chin, sometimes It is pierced directly from the center of the brow to the back of the head.Large swaths of thick or thin blood clots splattered continuously, expanding and spreading all at once, covering Dostoevsky from head to neck.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke crawled to Dazai Osamu's feet, begging him and trying to stop him, but it didn't work at all.Osamu Dazai shook off his hand, and continued to slash wildly until Dostoevsky's head was chopped into a pile of meat paste. He still felt that something was missing, so he flexed his rectus abdominus again Slashed open, not letting go of the liver, stomach, spleen and intestines, stomping on it like medicine with the handle of the knife, until all the organs were deformed, and the turbid body liquid spilled all over the ground, under the drying of the moonlight. Condensed into black mud under roasting.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke cried and knelt down to Dazai Osamu, grabbed Dazai Osamu's sleeve and said: "Let him go, let him go, we will never go back to Japan, and you will never see him again , Just this time, let him go..."

"You kneel to me?!" Osamu Dazai looked down at him incredulously, "You don't kneel when I hit you, and you don't kneel when your legs are disabled and can't stand up. , you would rather die than kneel down, but kneel down because you love this man?! You love him, you can't bear him?!"

"Always, always reluctant to..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Dazai Osamu's pupils shrunk a circle.It was the constriction of the pupils caused by the extreme emotion and the extreme shaking of the mind, subconsciously making Ryunosuke Akutagawa feel dangerous.Before he could take precautions against this danger, Osamu Dazai stabbed a knife into the main artery in his neck without hesitation, and stabbed him to death as well, to show that he did not want to fall in love with him. punish.

But I don't know why, he had been cut with fatal scars, and the blood gushed out almost in a columnar shape, but he didn't die directly, but his consciousness became clearer, and he could even feel the spasms and muscles after the blood vessels ruptured. Convulsions after injury.

It hurts, it hurts, the main artery was cut... Ryunosuke Akutagawa thought as he crawled on the ground.Why do you want to do this?He asked Osamu Dazai.Dazai-san, I'm in so much pain, it hurts so badly, I might die.Dazai didn't speak.

"Mr. Dazai, please, save him, save him..."

Dazai still didn't speak.

The outline of his irregular body was torn into a few thin white rays of light by the moonlight mixed with the smell of blood and dirty breath, so that Akutagawa Ryunosuke felt that he was not like a human being at all, but like a mass of bones Color poisonous fog.

When crawling to Dostoevsky's side, Akutagawa Ryunosuke finally couldn't help crying.The pain of being killed by a knife didn't make him cry, but at this moment, he couldn't stop crying like a fountain, and it was no longer as simple as just a little teardrop.

It was the howling sound of a three-year-old child being taken away from everything, the tearing sound of a rural widow crying for her husband in the middle of a mourning procession.

In the past, there were tears in Hengbo, but now it is a spring of tears.

Accompanied by his upturned head and crying, the orange-red fluorescence began to flow and flash rapidly, engulfing his and Dostoevsky's shadows into it little by little, and then disintegrated and disintegrated in the fireworks-like light into The fleeting Mars.He could see the pale, delicate white light of the moon overhead.Before the white light instantly paved the world and splashed across the world, he closed his eyes, allowing the white light to surround him and engulf him into another bleak white.

The crying was over, the shouting was over, and the belated death finally trotted over slowly.Only then did Akutagawa Ryunosuke feel the loss of vitality.After the strong emotion and shock just now passed, the only thing left is the emptiness and fatigue that cannot be filled.He lay down next to Dostoevsky and slowly closed his eyes.

The butterflies that flew out of his heart sensed the death of their master, gathered and separated in panic, and after a long time of work, they decided to return to the place where they were born.So the butterflies drilled back into Akutagawa Ryunosuke's heart with a tangible and graceful posture, with deep flower colors and lingering fragrances, they danced hurriedly along the trachea all the way, while spasming mournfully, they stretched their thin wings ignite.

The ocher red and light yellow wings bloomed like gunpowder smoke, and turned into a sticky color like wax oil by burning themselves. They circled along the winding lines of the blood vessels, and threw the trickling scent powder In the atrium valve, the lingering fragrance is infiltrated into every meridian, so that the meridian is completely infiltrated, and finally the method of hanging oneself is used to smash oneself to pieces. The posture of the corpse is as graceful as snow particles flying, forming waves and falling The river of rippling butterfly wings, until the whole heart is wrapped by the viscous butterfly river.

Until he lay weakly on the bed after waking up from the dream, Ryunosuke Akutagawa could still feel the tactile sensation that his heart was being submerged by the butterfly river.

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