[Wen Ye] Hell changes

Reckless and snowy, resting on dreams.The eaves of white sand are rolling, the steps of fragrance.The universe is bright and clear, the grave of all kisses.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke carefully marked the footer of the newly written article, while sorting it out, he conceived words for the content to be written next, and never stopped searching for words and sentences in his mind.All these articles need to be sent to friendly independent newspapers and published in corresponding magazines in the name of Edgar Allan Poe.Edogawa Ranpo is gone.All the rest can only be handed over to Edgar Allan Poe.

Since the last incident, Fukuchi Sakura has allocated some information members to suppress the spread of bad news, another part of the members to create false appearances to take care of the aftermath, and finally some members to patrol and be vigilant all the time to support the relevant officials. And the generals acted as bodyguards to avoid being stabbed.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was also on the protection list at the beginning, but he knew that the more people around him, the harder it would be for him to meet Poe. In the end, he could only resort to the most disgusting and effective way , complaining coquettishly to Fudi Yingchi, begging to stay by Fudi Yingchi's side, not to let other people disturb their silent tacit understanding and plausible sticking together.

Without the bodyguards and eyeliners installed by the military government, Akutagawa Ryunosuke secretly stirred up public opinion and released public opinion pressure on the special forces with special abilities, because at this time most of the manpower was dealing with the Edogawa Ranpo incident , the army is obviously outnumbered, under this sometimes just and sometimes mob public opinion fighting method, they had to be forced to commute the remaining anti-war party members to life imprisonment, and some were paroled or ad hoc.

Taking advantage of the time when most of our members were released and returned, Ryunosuke Akutagawa decided to pay his own money and secretly set up an independent newspaper to print articles written by anti-war parties and left | A brochure of the ambitions of junta members with different abilities.Hereditary politicians and military|country|ideological supernatural beings attempt to launch wars in order to achieve the goal of ruling more countries and even the whole world.

These pamphlets called on the citizens to support the standpoint of "opposing supernatural powers to invade foreign countries and not interfering in other countries". They hoped that the government would disband all dangerous supernatural army organizations represented by hounds, confiscate their armed forces, and delete the objective fact that they could wage war. condition.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke took advantage of his deep presence in the enemy army, and often sent some information to the friendly side about the unknown scandals and vices within the military government, so that the friendly side could reveal specific facts in each issue of the booklet , To report the atrocities of the official supernatural army to carry out raids and capital punishment against the anti-war party.In addition, with the help of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the writing work has gradually penetrated into the government, and has played a role in nurturing and instructing some officials and generals who have wavering positions.

The printing and distribution points were destroyed again and again, but they were able to receive Akutagawa Ryunosuke's secret financial aid and information submissions again and again, so the distribution points were rebuilt every time under the excellent conditions of abundant funds and hidden terrain.When one batch of issuers was arrested, another batch would be added. Akutagawa Ryunosuke secretly provided clues to the actions of the sweeping army, which caused the enemy's capture operations to fail one after another, and the specific location of the distribution point could not be captured.

In response to this matter, Fukuji Sakurachi convened a meeting of Hound members to discuss whether to use the real thing against the anti-war party and use strangulation.Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked out the window, thinking about how to spread this information and save his companions as much as possible.It would be the best result if none of them were strangled, but...

The arrival of Okura Yeko interrupted his thoughts.

The little girl put her trembling hands on his shoulders, as if she wanted to shake his shoulders to show her strong emotions, but she didn't do it because she didn't want to disturb him because of pity, she just clasped her ten fingers, With his face about two strokes away from Akutagawa, he said in a high-pitched voice: "I heard that the people want us to disband the Hound, is that true? How could this be? The Hound has always been the most powerful and orderly organization since its establishment for so long. Representative, isn't it? Why don't you thank us, but want us to disband instead? Akutagawa-sama..."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke smiled, and gently pushed her hand away: "You cannot have both support and crusade. We are going to be crusaded by the people, Miss Okura."

"Why? I don't understand, I don't..."

Fukuchi Sakura stepped into the room, stood with her hands behind her back in front of the top seat, and said two words to her lightly and with enough momentum: "Sit down."

The forcibly interrupted conversation left a hole in Okura Yeko's heart.Fukuchi Sakurachi didn't intend to cater to her temper, Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't intend to give her a detailed and concise explanation, and Jono Caiju didn't intend to tell her the truth after that clear smile, all that was left to her was one time after another. Robbery and increasingly strict surveillance and snooping.

She only felt that there were batch after batch of eyeliners with ulterior motives around her, and in addition, there was distrust from every acquaintance, which made her suddenly feel lonely, with a kind of sadness of being abandoned. Under the immersion, there was a trace of inexplicable regret for no reason.Free remorse, free sorrow.Suehiro Tiechang suddenly left forever, Jono Caiju suddenly evasive and taciturn, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke was suddenly farther and farther away from her than usual.This sense of seeing far away makes her feel sad every day.

I also feel that I am wrong, and I feel that the fault is not my own, and I feel that I do not understand, and I feel that I understand that people are deliberately keeping away from me, and I feel that I am not reasonable enough, and I feel that the reason has never been suitable for me. So many unreasonable grievances.As a result, she oscillates between extreme altruism and self-interest every day, between self-sacrifice and self-centeredness, between self-reflection and self-satisfaction, and between loyalty and filial piety and benevolence. .

So she became more and more upset, and she simply slapped the table without any hesitation, said "I'm leaving", and left here without giving anyone a chance to respond.

Even Fukuchi Sakurachi was speechless for a moment.

When Tiaoye Caiju saw it, he finally had a chance to think alone, and immediately said: "I'll go and see her." Just like that, he left.

Liyuan Daozao did not come outside.

The Hound has started to split.The external public opinion, internal inconsistency, and the pressure from the upper echelon have persecuted this small team with only a few members so that it is impossible to breathe a sigh of relief every day. As long as it is an individual, it is unbearable to live in this kind of life, let alone A group of people with different thoughts and personalities.

Faced with the predicament of people leaving the tea to cool down at this time, Fukuchi Sakurachi also knew that he couldn't laugh it off, even if he didn't know when the hound became like this.The elite team that was originally united as one, but also traitors and traitors, has now reached a situation where the opportunity to sit and talk together is rare. Why?He looked up to the sky and sighed.

And the culprit of all this was sitting beside him right now.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke felt flattered in his heart, tried his best to suppress the joy of his achievements, made a worried look, and asked, "My lord, why are you frowning?"

"I used to live and die together, but now I am torn apart. Things are different and people are different, which makes me sad."

"Why don't you worry too much, Ms. Jono and Okura are just impetuous, and they will come back to you sooner or later, won't they?" Akutagawa moved a little closer, "Besides, even if the whole world betrays you, I still won't Leave your side."

"You don't have to comfort me either."

He was depressed and clearly unimpressed by the kind words.But Ryunosuke Akutagawa didn't call for money to withdraw.He suddenly took the initiative to hold Fukuji Sakurachi's hand, bowed his waist lightly, and looked up at Fukuji Sakurachi's eyes from the bottom up, letting his whole body show obedience and willingness to be conquered His expression and posture, and then said in a voice as light as a whisper: "I will never leave, just like before."

Only then did he raise his head a little bit, staring at Akutagawa suspiciously.

"Really?"

"Ah."

"Not only is this the case now, but will it be the case in the future?"

"forever."

His heart was suddenly bitten by Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

"Did you not fool me?" He reconfirmed.

This time Akutagawa Ryunosuke did not answer directly, but met his eyes skillfully and with ease, his head tilted slightly downward, his elbows were lightly placed on the table, his palms held his downward-sloping face, and he kept With this demure and innocent posture, the corners of his mouth were bent towards him, giving him a beautiful and warm smile.

Two semi-arc curves arched from the bottom of his eyelids, and the two half-moon-shaped lying silkworms that emerged from it were white and tender, and they were extremely beautiful. Only lilies that are blooming at the moment have the capital and beauty. They are metaphors for each other.Like a lily, the lying silkworm shakes open its petals, and then stretches out one by one.Such a youthful and gloomy life, such a powerful and extraordinary feeling of fragility and fragility.

He touched his cheek with the palm of his hand, sincere and deep emotion flashed in his eyes, his thick fan eyelashes lifted a layer of cloud like a black swallow, and flew gently to the eyelids, whenever he lowered his head, When raising the eyebrows, that eyelash will flutter up and down with the eyelids dying or lifting, and the cloud will dance endlessly with the eyes' laziness or flickering.The look of drooping his head and lowering his eyebrows looks like black swallows dancing around his eyelids.The hooked lip tip lightly made two soft round dimples on the face.

When Fukuji Sakurachi hadn't recovered, Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly broke the silence and said, "It never happened."

His abdominal wall began to tense, his mood began to slump, his heartbeat began to slow down, his vocal cords began to sigh, his internal organs began to stretch his tendons and absorb blood, his flesh and bones began to constrict and tremble, his blood vessels began to flow backwards, and his brain began to drain.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's words are no longer words, but a horn that makes one die without regret, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eyes are no longer eyes, but a cold weapon that can kill people, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's smile It is no longer a smile, but a torrential rain that can subdue the world like an overwhelming one.

Although he has really liked Akutagawa more and more these days, and he also realizes that he may have an over-the-top nostalgia for Akutagawa, but it has never been to the point where he does not think about food and tea, and he has never looked at each other. Sometimes I have the amazing feeling of being suffocated by being split in two by lightning.

When he started thinking about Akutagawa, he would deliberately think about official business, and sure enough Akutagawa no longer appeared in his mind. When he started thinking about Akutagawa, he would deliberately talk about his career. This kind of clumsy way of evading and dodging has always been effective, which just proves the fact that although he loves Akutagawa, he is not obsessed with Akutagawa.Now it's all over.

This approach will no longer work.

He was split in two by lightning.

I am dead.I am dead.

He took a deep breath and read silently.

His perseverance as an indomitable warrior collapsed in an instant, and was eroded by his black eyes into an ordinary stupid wood and stone waiting to be caressed.His heart was beating so fast that it was about to crush all the ribs and spines, and the heart meat poured out from the broken ribs, as if his heart was vomited into Akutagawa Ryunosuke's mouth by the ribs. In front of him, the wetness spread out, warm and soft, and was enshrined at the feet of Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke threw him a disgusted and sympathetic look in the gap he couldn't see, but he didn't see it.

He is still indulging in that sweet and tormenting mood, and he is still trying to face up to the sudden lightning. He hasn't had time to figure out how to deal with it, and he hasn't even figured out whether he should admit that he is stupid now. The person in question is himself, not the blurry afterimage that seems to be two-dimensional and three-dimensional in the shaking vision after being drunk by the eyes of the black eyes.

Without saying a word, Akutagawa Ryunosuke straightened his back and moved out the door, leaving without looking back, and glanced at him before leaving.The triumphant taunt and successful spurn, but that is no longer important, because he has been struck by lightning into a dementia, no matter how negative emotion in his eyes, it can be filtered into an extremely shy and lovely young mood in his heart.

Those ambiguous words and unfinished hopes made Fukuchi Sakurachi start to be fascinated easily, and was completely drowned by that appearance of wanting to talk, and became a person who lived on pain, buried half, half-lived.

On the day of the first meeting, he was still indirectly satirizing Akutagawa Ryunosuke.At the time when he first met, he was still using Akutagawa Ryunosuke to the extreme for his own ambitions, and after using it, he deliberately mocked the opponent's appearance.But now, he has started to kiss that face again and again in his fantasy, pity and pity.

It turned out that Akutagawa was the conspirator who survived to the end, not him, and Fukuji Sakurachi began to realize this.But ironically, he felt that he didn't blame Akutagawa at all, and even wanted to kneel down and ask Akutagawa not to leave.

The meeting ended in a strangely deserted and unintentional alienation, and everyone's life did not change, except for Fukuji Sakurachi herself.

Since that day, he couldn't help himself thinking about Akutagawa Ryunosuke day by day, even when he didn't need Akutagawa to show up at any time and place, he would pretend to inadvertently ask his entourage, "Where's Akutagawa? Why isn't he here?" The entourage said: "This matter has nothing to do with Akutagawa-sama." So Fukuchi Sakura was furious, pointed at the other party's nose and said that he was going to shoot him, and attracted a crowd of people watching and persuading him.

Fukuchi Sakurachi fell backwards with the posture of an assassinated emperor, surrounded by people, everyone scrambled to catch him and asked him what happened, but he just Knowing that he was leaning on someone else's arm and repeating the same sentence over and over again: where is Akutagawa?Where is Akutagawa?

He was thinking about Akutagawa Ryunosuke like he was taking banned pills. His emotions throughout the day were all related to the specific content of missing Akutagawa, and nothing else could interfere with his emotions.

When thinking of the small dimples at the corners of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's mouth and the lying silkworms under his eyelids, his words and deeds will become gentle and slow.Thinking of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's neck stem with fragrant neck and white neck, he would kneel down to his imaginary lover when everyone was not paying attention, kneeling so convincingly and flawlessly.Thinking of the white folds of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's chin line gracefully floating and stretching, he can't help but close his eyes, gaining calmness and peace in the darkness flickering with mottled virtual images.

Thinking that Akutagawa Ryunosuke is about to come to his side, his banner called obsession will rise from the depths of his body and stick to the heart flesh, piercing into the aorta he pulsates for, blocking the artery and tearing it Afterwards, the thick and dark blood flow in the pipeline deeply pressed on the mental tissue and blood circulation that control every heartbeat.Akutagawa Ryunosuke's voice turned into a sweet arsenic, singing in every drop of his blood and every cell.Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eyes stretched and stretched, tightly entangled and crushed along the arteriovenous veins on the heart.The corner of his eyes can make him hurt, the aftertaste of his eyes can make him bow his knees and worship, begging for the death of his soul, and the corner of his eyes can make him collapse, making him hard to guard against.Flying eyes linger like shadows, sweetly and slowly bending towards his soul.The suffocating love brings the shock and pain of lift-off and weightlessness, but at the same time, it also involves dizzying happiness and satisfaction.

He will reflect on himself occasionally, he is about to wake up, don't think about it anymore, if you don't think about it, it won't appear in his mind.But in fact, even if it doesn't appear in his mind, Akutagawa Ryunosuke will definitely appear in front of his eyes.Akutagawa Ryunosuke swims back in the chafing heat of the sun, jumps happily among the singing birds, swirls in the shell of the slowly rising fog and snow, and sees every place where the pale white of the moonlight shines. Swaying in the scars, piled up in every flower barrier and every abnormal snow in Japan.Ryunosuke Akutagawa flows with light and never dies.Akutagawa Ryunosuke is always on the go, and there is nowhere to be missed.

Because the whole world is Akutagawa Ryunosuke, he has difficulty walking and can no longer walk normally.Because Akutagawa Ryunosuke hadn't contacted him for several days suddenly, so he had to think about it, he was dying, hungry and thirsty, but there was no drop of water.Because Akutagawa Ryunosuke inadvertently rewarded him with a smile, he couldn't sleep at night, couldn't wear flowers, and the disease called obsession could never be broken through, and he could never return to his previous life.

Life is fleeting, life is so unlucky, how can you forget it when you wander low.In the world and in the sky, the mortal relationship is not broken, autumn leaves are seen in spring, winter snow is seen in summer, and the wounds are returned when touched.The magic elixir can't save him, unless it's the blooming white moonlight on Akutagawa's forehead, unless it's the proud and weak shadow on the bridge of Akutagawa's nose.The dawn of the sky not only did not make him shine, but made him collapse, unless it was Akutagawa Ryunosuke's voice, unless it was Akutagawa Ryunosuke's back.The bright sun and the bright moon mean the life of all people on the earth, but only let him have nothing, touch the tree and die, unless it is Akutagawa's wandering black eyes, unless it is Akutagawa's sandy neck.

He was tortured by Akutagawa Ryunosuke to the point that he suffered from disillusionment every day, and died tragically every day in the loneliness caused by Akutagawa Ryunosuke's absence, but when Akutagawa Ryunosuke really came to see him At that time, he was unable to blame him in any way, unable to appeal to any bitter thoughts in his heart.He didn't feel sorry for himself who was in a panic, but he felt sorry for Akutagawa who was aloof.

Waist like smoke, body like tears.

Akutagawa, which came from so far, was brought from so far.

was brought to me.

Why let him come, why let him touch the dust of this world?

My broken fairyland, my boundless longing, my crushed dream, my endless distress, my crazy longing, my willing madness, my wandering direction, the fire of my soul, can't be extinguished I can't forget, crossing the thorns, crossing the sea, passing through the smoke, flying through the spring, followed by tears, followed by a heartbeat that is so sweet as to die, followed by the echo of praise, followed by the choked riverbed of infinite pain.

Why did you come, why are you not here?Leave my soul here over and over again to instigate the tasteless sound of drumming.

You wander low in every crack of time, so fragile and silent, I really want to embrace you, but you are not there, so that the flowers fall, and only I am full of sorrow.You are reverberating in the dark light that falls vertically, the night bird and the starlight come and go, the lights are handed over and greeted and sent, the shadow under the lamp is extremely sad, and the green basket beside the lamp is too long to cry.

Why cry, why let him cry?

He melts at the touch, why touch him, why make him sad?

Look at me, don't leave me.Look at me, love me, don't abandon me, don't kill me.Look at me, love me, follow me, save me from the twisting waves.

It's been so long, it's been so long!

I even believe that you are the creator, that you rule the universe.

Lord of Creation, stand in awe.The rain falls from the sky, and the fear disappears.

You are the Creator.You rule the entire universe.

Don't abandon me, don't kill me.

I am dead.I am dead.

He read silently.