[Wen Ye] Hell changes

There was a blurry and heavy interval of a few seconds between sleeping and waking up. Ryunosuke Akutagawa saw the vast darkness in that interval, and finally saw a little vortex of light.He grasped the vortex that meant life, opened his eyes, and before making a judgment on the scene in front of him, the first thing he received was the churning sensation in his stomach, so he vomited uncomfortably.There was almost nothing in his stomach, and he could only spit out some chunks of thick rice. No matter how hard he tried, he could only spit out gastric juice and air, but the nauseating feeling could not go away, and his body was convulsed in pain, still Can't spit out anything.

A cup of hot water was handed to him.He took the water glass and stared at the vortex floating inside, without saying a word.

"It might be much better to have a few sips of hot water." Poe looked at him worriedly.

He nodded.

"Where's Mr. Ranpo?"

"I don't know. There has been no news from the past few days." Speaking of this, Edgar Allan Poe frowned. Even though his bangs were a bit longer and thicker than ordinary people, they couldn't stop the tension and suspicion in his eyes at this moment. , "Akutagawa, I think something may have happened to Ranpo-kun."

"what?"

"I don't know how to describe it. I have a close relationship with Ranbu-kun as brothers, so there is a kind of blood connection. If you think it's funny, laugh, but this is indeed my true feeling, I really Being able to resonate with Lord Ranbu is like a close relative with the same blood, so I..." Poe suddenly stopped, and quickly cut off his words.Because he saw Akutagawa's already livid complexion was even more ugly, and he was too weak to flatter, obviously affected by his words.So he hurriedly laughed, and waved his hands while explaining, telling Akutagawa to stop worrying: "I just said it casually, sorry, you were not in good health, and I said these negative energies are to worry you."

"fine……"

"What's the matter, Akutagawa? Why are you so weak and sad?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke curled up on the bed, holding the water glass even tighter, even though the warm wall of the glass burned his palm pink, he did not let go.He pulled a strand of sideburns behind his ears, so the light illuminated his white ear flesh and beautiful auricle lines, including graceful highlights floating on every small concave and convex pit in the auricle.The shape and details of the entire ear were clearly outlined by the white light, making it look so delicate and fragile.

He breathed into the mouth of the cup, as if he was cooling down the hot water, and also as if he was sucking the embers of memory.After he finished blowing, he drank water and said expressionlessly: "I was raped." In such a lukewarm tone, there was no extra intense emotion as expected, at most he could only hear the erratic Sneering and some indifferent weariness.

Edgar Allan Poe was still asking him angrily, asking him where it hurts, who he met, and why he had this kind of experience, but he just repeated the locks of black silk and white tails hanging down his temples. The action of pulling up.The wrist was raised and lowered lazily and tirelessly, sometimes turning an arc and sometimes taking a short pause, as if turning back and forth the still warm ashes.Closing the coffin gracefully and sadly, picking up the bones proudly and alone.

After yelling so many times, it was still fruitless. Poe also knew that this attitude might not be conducive to Akutagawa's psychological relaxation, so he gave up and used apology and advice instead, hoping that Akutagawa Ryunosuke could tell him the whole story.But Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't choose to tell him.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke took out a few photos from his pocket, said that he had taken them afterward and washed them out, and handed them to Poe respectfully, as if to say, if you don’t believe me, you can Watch these, and you'll believe them after you've seen them.Edgar Allan Poe couldn't bear it anymore, and said loudly that the problem was not this at all, and then took the photo he handed over directly to the ground, stepped on it, and grabbed his collar angrily.

"How can you say such a terrible thing in that tone, don't you care about yourself? Isn't it an insult to me and Ranbu-kun? We value you so much and care about you so much, but your kind The tone, as if to say that what we care about is nothing, isn't this an insult to us?"

"No, listen to me first."

"There's nothing to say, sue the court, go now, take that..."

"I think it's a good thing."

Edgar Allan Poe froze in place because of the great fright, and the hand holding his collar relaxed a lot.He thus got rid of Edgar Allan Poe's hand.Akutagawa Ryunosuke meticulously rearranged the clothes, then bent down to pick up the photos on the ground one by one, and then wiped off the dust on them with a blank expression, and arranged them into a square pile, and put them in an orderly manner. on his knees.After finishing this series of actions, he firmly picked up the water glass that was placed on the bedside just now, took a sip of warm water, crossed his fingers and lightly placed on his knees, closed his lips and moved his eyes lightly.

"It would be a lie to say that the feeling at that time was not painful." He looked down at the photo on his knee and said calmly.It was a photo of his thighs in a mess, bruised and bloodstained, and finger prints. "I don't know why, but this time, it is more rapid and complete than every pain I experienced before. Now I have completely let go of it." "How can I let go of that kind of thing? Don't be brave." "No bravery, it is true."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke raised his head, gave him a poignant smile, and handed him the photos respectfully again.

"Let's spread the word." "What?" "Let more people know, preferably the whole country. Don't say it's being raped, but say it's taking the initiative to rely on this superior. In short, the more embarrassing the description The gagging is better. My image still has room for stinkier."

The stars are not as bright as before, and the moon appears completely abruptly and conspicuously in the sky. The previous brilliance of the skip bucket has gradually faded and retreated, leaving the moon to repeat the astigmatism alone in its orbit around the earth again. .The calls of night birds do not have the deep echo of the day.

The light falls between the black hair of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, following the veins of the vortex from the forehead to the top of his excellent skull, the shadows between the rustling hairs are softly superimposed on the warm-toned highlights, the neck is The edge is coated with a layer of light film that is close to the neckline under the lamp. It is honey-colored and slides all the way to the junction of the chest and the center of the collarbone. The saturation and depth make every inch of his texture drip like water. A kind of sweet tiredness and graceful mood.

He is really not sad.Poe thought, looking at him.People who are immersed in narrow negative thoughts can't have this kind of soft and holy beauty of saving all sentient beings.

"I've thought about it a lot. Recently, the Ability Secret Service Division and Ability Corps have been sweeping up our anti-war party. Not only have we lost most of the data points, but we have also lost our entire organizational structure. Now it's all in pieces. The people have lost confidence in us, they cannot see the hope of our anti-war party, and they are getting more and more depressed. If this continues, we will lose the support of the people. We are prejudiced and repelled. This is not acceptable. The anti-war party is a true patriotic party, a party that really wants the people to live a better life, and its members are almost all spontaneously joined by the people. When a party based on the people When an established organization loses the support of the people, the organization is finished. Water can carry a boat and it can capsize, that’s the reason.”

"so you……"

"So I decided that I will further discard my image in the stinky ditch. In the past, everyone was just spreading rumors about me, purely out of disgust for me, and there was no evidence. Rumors without evidence brought more follow-up, Instead of real opposition. Now I want to make the evidence known to everyone, so that they really start to oppose me, hate me, loathe me, want to drive me away, and then I put these people from the Armed Detective Agency on my hostile side. If people all over the world hate me, then they will involuntarily have a good impression of my opponent, and they will subconsciously favor the anti-war party."

"Akutagawa," Poe called to him.

"Just do it. I will continue to hide in the right/wing, make myself more and more annoying, and become a well-known villain who can represent the image of the right/wing, and everyone shouts and beats, so as to set off The justice and closeness to the people of the Armed Detective Agency will be used to strengthen the mass base of our party."

"You should get out of the psychological shadow first."

"There is no psychological shadow. I will not make a fuss to magnify those pains and sighs that will never die."

"How could it be a fuss? That's your chastity and bottom line."

"My bottom line is not so small. As for chastity, it is like a stray dog. If it is discovered that it has reached the point where it has to die, then there is no other way but to let it be euthanized."

"What if the plan doesn't work? How do you know the plan will work?"

"Mr. Poe." Akutagawa Ryunosuke smiled helplessly, "Did you see Kawabata Yasunari? He once wrote in an article watching the game: In a world that values ​​​​winning and losing, it is unrealistic to praise heroes to the sky. Maybe it's a hobby of the audience. Of course, evenly matched opposition can also attract people's favor, and the audience doesn't want the absolute advantage to be concentrated on one person.

Therefore, no matter how concentrated and prominent Fukuchi Yingchi's advantages are, and how rampant those right and wing wingers are trying to expand other countries in the world through supernatural powers, there will definitely be corresponding opposing ideas.Even in Japan, which likes to keep its duty, there will definitely be a large number of people who will choose to oppose it.As early as 1988, Brazilian writer Paulo Coelho mentioned in his works that the world can speak many languages.At this time, I sacrifice my own image...or even sacrifice everything about myself to serve as the fuse of the conflict between the anti-war faction and the expansionist faction. A catharsis for the entire right/wing, exposing the so-called heroes who are being touted to heaven.

As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend.When the people's anger and disgust towards me rises to a certain level, they will involuntarily regard the Armed Detective Agency as a friend.Just sacrificing me is enough. "

"Won't the people have doubts?"

"The truth is in the hands of a few people. Most of the time, a group of people will become a rabble when they get together. Jorn Kalman Stefansson also said that we prefer approval rather than provocation, fantasy rather than encouragement , numb instead of strenuous, that's why people choose ballads over poetry, that's why people don't question more than sheep. We don't need to fool the few who have the truth in their hands, just the few Ordinary people who like to follow the crowd succeed."

"Then are you sure you won't be killed by the people one day?"

"I'll know when I'm killed."

"Why not try to deal with the endgame first? Say your pain, say the rapist who should be brought to justice."

"Then I won't be free to deal with it until I'm dead."

"Okay, I will be responsible for publishing these photos as proof of the real hammer."

"Please do your best to slander me, distort the facts to the extreme, and don't let anyone have sympathy for me."

"it is good."

Poe said nothing more.While recording, he cried at the same time.This was the first time Akutagawa Ryunosuke saw him cry since he had known him for so long.

"You once said that you only wanted to go to Iceland with Dostoevsky, so what do you think now?" He looked at Akutagawa Ryunosuke with teary eyes, "If it's just to go Iceland, you don’t need to go to this point, do you? What do you really want to do now? If you’re not here, where would you be?”

"Of course it's for the motherland. Do you still remember what Mr. Ranpo said when we reached a consensus? I would rather be shot directly than surrender to the enemy."

"You are willing to give everything for your country, but your country and your people will never appreciate you, or even know what you have done for them. You love them, they don't love you."

"This is beyond our control. Even if we are helpless, we can only accept it. If I am not liked by others, I have no complaints."

"However, you have been mistreated by the motherland you love, and the people you love have been exiled spiritually, which means that you will not be able to die in Japan, and you may even be driven out and killed by your own people. Whoever it is, This ending is too cruel, and you may not be rehabilitated. Don't you want to return to the embrace of our party and stay in the motherland?"

Don't you want to stay in the motherland forever?Akutagawa Ryunosuke was silent for a moment.Fatherland, my fatherland, my place of redemption, my valley of gold, my place of pilgrimage, my requiem.

"As long as I can get those war elements who want to expand, invade and rule the world to get out of Japan, I can do anything. It is better to give everything and not be appreciated than to give nothing but be supported. Tonight I dedicate myself to The country, it is like this tonight, every night."