[Wen Ye] Hell changes

140 four inches of precipitation drifted in waves and traveled through the fog, pouring on every roof of this port city without stopping for a minute.Pedestrians leaning on the roof beams to shelter from the rain are densely packed in rows, like a bunch of rosary beads twisted together.The little fish with two-foot golden scales dived into the light projected in the water dish.The wind turned the leaves of the plants by the window over.It's getting cold.Feel slightly cold.

Allan Poe dug out all the paper documents related to Akutagawa Ryunosuke so far, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke burned them all while joking.

If Kobayashi Takiji was here, he would definitely describe the rain in Yokohama as the shreds of natto.Akutagawa Ryunosuke said with a smile.But if Hemingway were here, he would describe the rain as nothingness, fullness of nothingness, for clear places, fullness of nothingness, whoosh, offer a glass of whiskey, cheers for fullness of nothingness.Poe answered Akutagawa's words while helping Akutagawa pass the documents.

"Now there is no information to prove my relationship with you." Akutagawa said.

"There is no information to prove your contribution to the anti-war." Poe added.

Akutagawa didn't answer.

"I really want to drink whiskey, help me get a can, Akutagawa, put it over there."

"We're still listening to 'Amazing Grace', does God allow you to?"

"God doesn't know what a bottle of whiskey is."

"That's right, after thousands of years, God still hasn't changed."

"But humans change."

After destroying all the documents, Ryunosuke Akutagawa said goodbye to Poe.

Not long after the farewell, a major earthquake occurred in the Kanto area.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa participated in volunteer activities to select a rescue team from the army, so he was able to visit the scene after the earthquake in person.It was night.Because his reputation is too bad, in order to cause unnecessary discussions and troubles, and in order not to affect the progress of rescue activities, he can only watch all this silently, provide help and pass on information secretly, and cannot show his face in public.

He hides alone in a dark corner.

Under the moonlight, he suddenly remembered that when he was in Russia, he had come into contact with physics books by accident. Because he had never gone to a formal school, he was very curious about the knowledge described above, and couldn't help but wonder at Tosi. Toyevsky said, Fedya, you see, the book says that if there is no friction, the object will move at a constant speed without stopping or remain at rest forever.At that time, Dostoevsky chuckled, pinched the tip of his nose as if coaxing a child, and joked that if there was no friction, the centrifugal force of rotation would shake everything on the earth They are all thrown into the universe.After finishing speaking, Dostoevsky watched him blink in confusion and laughed all day long.

Really, Fedya?Will the centrifugal force of rotation throw everything on the earth into space?I didn't go to school, so don't lie to me, that kind of picture is really too lonely and terrible, why did you tell me such a cruel picture?

The landing point and space-time coordinates are all different, and it is not even known whether they will be lucky enough to survive in the universe. Maybe they were already a bone of bones at the moment they were abandoned by the earth, or they could have retreated. From generation to antiquity, it became a flesh-yellow crater sticking to the surface of the moon.The silent bones turned and moved forward in the universe, as if waiting for someone, working very hard, so hard that people wanted to shed tears, but they didn't know when the tears finally fell , can you find out where you are?Are you really waiting, and if so, who are you waiting for?Ryunosuke Akutagawa didn't know either.This is probably something that people all over the world cannot know or understand.

Obviously, as a rotten bone abandoned by the earth, he can't remember anything, can't think about anything, but he is so persistent in searching or waiting somewhere, it seems to be out of instinct.Instinctively waiting for someone, longing and praying from the heart, no one needs to know, even I can't figure it out, as if I have already started waiting before my life was born in this world.Even if it will be permanently trapped in the time-space axis of the concept of infinite and unitless universe, even if it will be permanently locked in the alternation of light and darkness of the planet, and will be disintegrated and annihilated again and again by fractal disintegration, it seems completely indifferent.It doesn't matter at all.that kind of thing.

After 500 years, the earth's magnetic field will reverse, and the sun will become a white dwarf in [-] million years. After [-] billion years, the white dwarf will drown the entire space. Nothing remains, except that the neutron star and the neutron star rub against each other to generate negligible energy, which may cause the star to start burning again.After billions of trillions of billions of years, the universe ends.After the death of heaven and earth, and after the death of all, there is a one-in-a-trillion-trillion-trillion-trillion possibility that the universe will restart, and human beings may meet again.An American writer should have said that the differences between people, whether in terms of intelligence or race, are not as complicated as the differences in illness and health.

No matter men, women, old or young, rich or poor, noble or poor, skin color or race, in the face of natural disasters, the essence of all people is only one-one-one-thousandth of the possibility that the universe bestows The only living being born.

so cold.It was a bit windy at night.Moonlight is also lacklustre.It feels like half a year has passed.But it's still winter.The eternal winter has struck.Is this how people die?

After that, Akutagawa Ryunosuke read the observation report of the earthquake site to Fukuchi Sakura obsessively.

"Tokyo killed and injured 12463 people, and the East Nihonbashi Road area collapsed seriously, and there is an urgent need for funds to rebuild in front of the Suitian Palace."

"Then allocate funds to support the reconstruction project." Fukuchi Sakura replied without raising her head.

"The entire Subtoshin Line track and the Tokyo Metropolitan Asakusa track cannot operate normally."

"Then stop the operation, you choose a few supernatural military and police teams to maintain order on the scene."

"The cherry blossoms and lily trees in Shinjuku Gyoen were destroyed, fell to the ground, and the cherry blossoms in the sky could not be seen. The court was affected by the aftershocks, and the scenery of the lower town in the Edo period was somewhat unclear. 1654 people were killed and injured in Ibaraki, The coastal industrial belt was severely damaged. Yokohama had 8246 casualties, Saitama Prefecture had 2467 casualties. The figures are conservative estimates, and the latest reports are yet to be released. Kanagawa had 4641 casualties, Chiba 1973, Gunma 954, and Tochigi 1349 , the forest was destroyed by 40%, and there were a large number of subsidences at Toy City Station. Aftershocks affected Fukushima, 3854 people were seriously injured, 1263 people were injured in Nagano, 1434...2434 people in Yamanashi... sorry... 2649 people in Maebashi, and an ancient tomb was destroyed Destroyed, suspected to be the ancient tomb of Tianjinshan in Maebashi. 3543 people from Utsunomiya, 6579 from Shizuoka, 8701 from Niigata, 1564 from Aichi, 8461 from Yamagata, 7342 from Miyagi... The red paper lantern in front of Asakusa Kaminarimon fell down Yes, the irises field next to the South Pond of the Imperial Garden of the Meiji Shrine... our irises... the barren mountain shrine is severely damaged... the overseas Chinese district in Yokohama, the Ocean Tower... the Landmark Building... Jokoji Temple... yes, I'm sorry ..."

He stopped and took a deep breath.

"Sorry……"

"What's wrong? I almost thought you were crying when I heard your voice just now."

"Sorry, I choked." He quickly turned his back and coughed a few times.

"Then keep reading. Didn't you catch a lot of rebels during the panic period of the earthquake? How is the situation now?"

"Our agents learned that the anti-war party is planning to hold a national congress in Atami, and now the Supernatural Secret Service Division has arrested all the party representatives and related supporters at the meeting."

"here you go."

"What to do with them?"

"It's over."

"However, Master Fudi, they are all seriously injured."

"Dead."

"There are more than 180 people in total."

"Dead."

"There were more than 20 women."

"Also killed."

"There are still nine minors, one of whom is just in the third grade of junior high school."

"All dead. Rise up in rebellion and never forgive."

"Ok."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke bent his waist and neck, drew a few strokes on the paper, and after marking, he straightened his back and continued to read.He knew all the people on these lists.Every heart-wrenching look between printed strokes, every frame of reflection on the opposite mirror, every lonely call echoing, and even every inch of gut-wrenching silence, They are the most sincere prayers for life and divine will.

When he said the name of Edgar Allan Poe, he suddenly stopped, as if he was marking the final end of this section of prayer, just like after the deceased has been encoffined, he has to cover the earth for the last section and place a cross on the grave like that.For the first time, he knew that the cost of reading Chinese characters is so high, it can consume emotions and energy for a whole day or even a whole year, and it can consume the first thing that comes to mind every morning.

Before Fudi Yingchi asked, he smiled flatly, showing a row of jade-like teeth, and let out a faint sigh between his tongue and lips.

Fukuchi Sakurachi asked him, what's the matter with you, you seem to be in a bad mood.

"My lord, this Edgar Allan Poe has slandered me a lot."

"Is there such a thing?"

"He wrote a lot of articles insinuating against me, it's true and damn it."

Fukuchi Sakura nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, he belongs to the group of capital punishment, and I have heard a little about his reputation, so he shouldn't be kept."

"In this case……"

"Why are you still frowning, what else do you want? Tell me."

"This person is a close friend of Edogawa Ranpo. I want to avenge the previous grudges, so I came up with an idea. He doesn't know that Edogawa Ranpo is dead. If I take Edogawa Ranpo's Bringing the skull in front of him, driving him half dead or half crazy, isn't it the best way to revenge?"

"The death of a disrespectful hero is not the work of a gentleman."

"Well... sorry..." Akutagawa frowned and bit his lips, lowered his head in dissatisfaction, moved away from staring at him, and silently distanced himself from him, "I'm ignorant and narrow-minded, so Wrong words."

"That's not what I meant." He subconsciously made a pulling motion, not wanting Akutagawa to be so far away from him, but before his hand reached Akutagawa's shoulder, Akutagawa hid him and pulled The distance is widened.

"Isn't that what you mean? I know I'm wrong. From now on, no matter what the rumors are, no matter what others say about me, how insulting I am, how much they hate me, or even plan to assassinate me, I will just bear it silently." , accept them all, and learn how to respect them!"

"It's wrong, it's wrong, I can't bear it, I can't bear it, we can't bear it anymore." Fukuchi Sakurachi quickly grabbed Akutagawa's palm, without giving him a chance to evade, coaxing him softly, for fear of making him wronged, "I Anything is fine, but you can't be sad."

"Why are you sad? I'm just learning how to respect the enemy." Akutagawa Ryunosuke gritted his teeth and reprimanded, his brows and eyes were full of sad emotions, and even the held hands couldn't stop trembling pitifully Woke up, "That so-called detective was still harassing me and stalking me until the last second before he died, and now his friends are also upset with me, but I still have to learn to respect them and learn to be A gentleman. Well, everything is my narrow-mindedness, my bad habits, and me..."

The tears of grievance that were waiting for his attention were about to fall back, the exquisite eyelids were inlaid with water-colored silver marks, and the cheeks were flushed with tears, from the beginning of the beautiful double eyelids to the edges of the corners of the eyes The outlines of the lines are all dyed a light pink color.Such a beauty came into view, making Fukuchi Sakurachi hold his hand even tighter, fearing that Akutagawa would distance himself from him again because of his dissatisfaction.

"It's my fault, don't be angry, it's all my fault." He giggled, "What else do you want? Let's talk about it together."

"It's useless to say."

"It's useful, of course it's useful, whatever you do is up to you."

"Is it all according to me? No matter what I do in the future, it is my own business."

"Duyi, I promised you everything, so how can I take it back? As long as you don't torture that American too badly, otherwise you won't be able to report to the higher authorities."

"This is still clear in my heart."

"How? Are you happier now? But still satisfied?"

"Barely better..."

"Greedy little black eyes."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa bowed slightly, leaned his shoulders and neck forward, and leaned on the other's shoulder like a dragonfly on water. The white temples at the end fluttered and waved when he approached, and a graceful fragrance wafted .In order to prevent the hair falling in front of him from blocking his vision, Akutagawa twisted the hair around his eyes tightly with his fingers, and curled it to the back of his ears in a circle. The bright color feeling and even the faint flash of light produced when the fingertips brushed the tail of the white hair were very beautiful, making Fukuji Sakurachi who was staring at him surrounded by the fleeting turbulent waves.

He leaned against Fudi Sakurachi, his left hand trembled twice in the latter's palm from time to time, as if he was afraid of something, people couldn't help but want to die, just to protect him, so he was willing to be trampled and crushed Become a human scum.

His pulse beats regularly in my hand, sometimes felt, sometimes disappearing, so fascinating and blissful.Thinking so, Fukuchi Sakurachi firmly grasped Akutagawa with her hands and did not move again.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's black eyes were still a bit hazy because there were tears pouring out of them before, as if there was a layer of gray ectoderm outside the iridescent rainbow, and this light layer surrounded the black eyes. The contrast was even more fatal, the jet-black eyes and jet-black hair reflected each other, making people want to shed tears for no reason.

It is incredible that Japan can produce a person with such black eyes.Today's young people don't want to have such beautiful and pure black hair and black eyes. They always want to learn from Westerners and make colorful and strange looks. They don't appreciate such pure and untainted oriental beauty. This is also the evil result of the fast-forwarding of the times. One, but those who have been named the most beautiful people on earth from ancient times to the present, from Madhuri and Aishwarya in the East to Ajani and Monica in the West, who is not black-haired? ?Sakura Fukuchi sighed sadly.

I didn't believe it before I saw it, but now I know it after seeing it. It turns out that someone can really make the viewer feel that the whole country has become great by virtue of beauty.

Fukuji Sakurachi agreed to all requests of Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but he insisted on arranging a bodyguard regardless of Akutagawa's objection, the only thing he couldn't back down.

"I can't do without you." When Okura Yeko was called in, he was holding Akutagawa's hand and swore, "I have nothing but you."

After leaving for a long time, I couldn't bear the suffocation of being speechless all the way, so Okura Yeko called Akutagawa Ryunosuke's name in a choked tone.

Master Akutagawa.

A suffix, a surname, so clear, so short, cannot be put into stoic calmness, cannot be put into theoretical courage.

grown ups.

Raised the echoing embers that fell after speaking again.

The embers climbed back and forth in the tear-stained sky, and finally swayed between the subtle color differences formed between the folded clouds, dissipated in the lightness and charm of the falling clouds, and dimmed invisible.

My lord, I cannot believe that you are that kind of person.she says.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke ignored her.

My lord, are you not going to explain something?she continued.

This time Akutagawa Ryunosuke was not silent, but only replied with one sentence: "There is no need to explain."

Silence was understood by her as guilt and acquiescence, so she stopped talking.

All her enthusiasm, all her ideals, her so-called goals in life, and the reason why she felt heartbroken for this society, and the root of her grievances for her own way of life, all died in this instant.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke saw her change, and silently averted his gaze without adding a word.

There is no need to gain any more understanding and innocence.Anyway, the only person who would affirm that I am the hero of the world without hesitation will never appear in this world again.

Perhaps, as Jorn said, if someone anticipates that the earth will disappear at the next step and the snow will collapse and be replaced by air, cliffs and falls, the despair that seizes him or her can hardly be expected. Let others understand.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at the dark blue sea surface in the night, and felt that although the sea will never change to the color of day in the dark, it is subtly changing the color depth and wrapping waves shape.However, the color layer change in the prison cannot have such flexibility.The white and majestic light collides in the city, and the only things that can hit the light's arms are the frosted glass with a broken corner and the gloomy nickel.

A round of light blue hot moon hangs in the middle of the sky, and the falling fluffy light spots burst and crack on the restless rocks, splashing out snow-blue stone grains, and the roses are like this from the corners of the stone grains. It gushes out, sticks to the sea level of the Pacific Ocean after it comes out, makes a tinkling sound as it rolls among the churning waves, is sealed up by the corpses of fish schools into a pile of liquid wax, and finally disappears and bows down to the bottom of the sea, just like the Titanic. The crimson deck merged into one, living into a big lump evolved from an organic reaction.

Edgar Allan Poe woke up with the night when he heard the movement.

His arms were hung from the ceiling, his whole body was dry and yellow, and the wounds had been festered and exhausted in the dry and bitter winter, and there was no way to heal, and the wounds that were added just a day or two ago were still festering and turning green Among them, as long as he approached, he could clearly smell the rotten and moldy smell, as if he was smelling a piece of rotten wood gnawed by moths and ants.

It was the first time for Yeko Okura to see a victim who was tortured to extract a confession, and she couldn't help being shocked: "How can such inhumane methods be used in this era? Could it be that everyone who was arrested in the past was treated like this? "

Akutagawa Ryunosuke smiled: "Yes, everyone will be treated like this."

Poe raised his eyes and spat in Ryunosuke Akutagawa's face.He wiped his face off slowly.

Poe always looked at them with loathing and repelling eyes, even when Akutagawa Ryunosuke called Edogawa Ranpo his mouth, Okura Yuko suddenly felt lonely.

The enemy is so strong, our side is so useless, the enemy is so unyielding, and our side is so barbaric, but she can't understand the thoughts of these people who do not support our side. Whoever has this kind of thinking means that whoever is harmful.She was a little resistant, a little shaken.

"Master Akutagawa, you can't hurt him." Okura Yeko saw that Akutagawa Ryunosuke was about to draw his gun, and quickly stood in front of Poe, "Persistence, a gentleman, neither humble nor overbearing, a man of lofty ideals, neither low nor humble Resentment, bloody, not rebellious, benevolent and righteous, unyielding, heroic. You can't disrespect this gentleman like this."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was speechless impatiently, and forced her to be dragged out, and said that if she violated the order, she would be executed.

"If you disobey the order, you will be executed." Poe said with a smile, "You are becoming more and more powerful, Akutagawa. If we fail to fight against the war, do you choose to follow the tricks and live in the government for the rest of your life like this? Then you are the winner, don’t worry about your safety, Osamu Dazai and Dostoevsky have nothing to do with you, you have money and power, you can do whatever you want from now on.”

"Stop talking, Mr. Poe, your injury is really too serious."

"I'm just caring about you...play me 'Amazing Grace'."

"I don't want to stay here." Akutagawa Ryunosuke played the song, "I want to protect the pure land of filth from the lower world that we have cleared for a long time."

"Your younger generation will imitate Graham when they grow up. The next Nobel Prize in Literature is waiting for you, but be careful not to miss out like Graham."

"Mr. Poe, listen to the music quietly, if you speak again..."

"No, Akutagawa, at this time, I think, I have to say it."

"Your lips are bleeding."

"That's not important anymore. What's important is never the blood and dirt inside the cell, but the sky and schnapps outside the cell. It seemed like a bird fluttered past just now. I don't know if I read it wrong? Ah, to use Chinese words to describe such a scene and mood, it is probably white clouds reflecting water shaking the empty city, and white dew dripping down the autumn moon. Although it is not autumn, it is a bit regretful. If it is to make up for this regret to describe it, the Chinese language will How would it be described? The sky is long, the road is far away, the soul is flying, and the dream is hard to reach Guanshan. Is that true? But it is another way to describe it in Japanese words. You Japanese would say it is mercury pomegranate There is a clear glow, and the shadow of the bright moon is seen in the mirror plate. In other words, although the flowers are fragrant, they will eventually fall, but life is impermanent.

The sun seems to have risen, Akutagawa. "

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked out the window.The rising sun bursts out from the horizon, and the navy blue hillside lines under the halo rendering have a sense of sinking into the bottom of the sea, slowly falling into the rippling bay.The stars and snowflakes disappeared, and the light blue moved along the floating and sinking horizon, fluttering and colorful, so beautiful, so bright.

It's a pity that the light can only extend tens of kilometers to the east on the earth's surface within a fixed period of more than 20 hours, and the remaining kilometers are always in the shadow of the remaining breath. Maybe the other half will fall into the shadows again, head straight for the cliff of darkness, come and go to the sea of ​​death.

Amazing grace, so sweet.

People have been alive for more than a thousand years.

Come together and chant, the grace of God.

"Akutagawa, before I leave, I have a question."

"Please ask."

"Before you told Ranbu-jun that he was your best friend, was that true?"

"Really."

"He really loves you."

"Ah."

"Except for you, he has never had feelings related to love with anyone."

"It's my fault."

"No, I'm not blaming you, I just want to persuade you. Never keep the one who loves you waiting too long, Akutagawa."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke closed his eyes and nodded slowly.

"Next, use that gun to pierce my heart. The means of exploiting people by capitalism are as disgusting as the means of torture by this group of army lunatics. I want to say goodbye to these means."

"Mr. Poe..."

"What's the matter, beauty? Why are you still crying?"

"I feel unfair for you. Knowing that the people you sacrificed are living under oppression, tomorrow's news headlines will be occupied by various streams and actors, but the real warriors can only die in a dark cell. This is too unfair Yes, Mr. Poe..."

"I thought what were you crying for? It's not worth your crying for me. Put your tears away."

He says,

"I am not obsessed with this world at all. The other world I am going to is more important than this world. But I will not be afraid to go to heaven.

I didn't hesitate at all. On the contrary, a rare joy surged up in my heart. I will soon be reunited with my good brother, and I will also offer you the last road of anti-war Contribution, pointing the final direction, as the old Spanish proverb said - the night is thicker than the darkness before the dawn.

I will die to fulfill my destiny, I will die for our cause, while the enemy is not completely destroyed, just outside the door, right here, and that's why I need you to come to me By your side, pass on your spirit and soul...

The soul, the soul of the world, Coelho's article must be the same, and I will become a part of the soul of the world in a short time.

When the cold winter finally passes, when the frost melts, and Mount Fuji is filed into the ground, leaving only the Sea of ​​Japan and the Pacific Ocean without cordons, and the end of the world, you will feel that everything is no longer important.Nothing has power anymore.Except thought.

Thoughts are bulletproof.

bullet.bullet.bullet?What are bullets?That kind of little drill bit that just broke out from its infancy suddenly becomes so weak that it can't even drag the tail smoke.Firelight is a sign from life.From the ancient times of life and death, to the modern times of bombardment, from the French Revolution to the Paris Commune, from the opening of new sea routes to the British workers' revolution, from the Dunkirk retreat to the Allied Overlord, from the Autumn Harvest Uprising to the Red Army's Long March , From the rice riots to the end of the 70s, a large number of left-wing youths in Japan committed suicide in despair. How many people are like bullets?

The fate of so many people in this world is the same as this bullet that is about to hit my heart. I have not yet had time to witness the end that will usher after penetrating the chest of a life, and I have not yet had time to experience the bloody tears of the times. The mission of destroying the enemy, before it can fly from the beginning to the end, it can only die at the moment of falling after turning off the fire, and sleep forever among the dirty footprints and sand piles.

I have always believed that what we know and learn is not so much born out of life and death, but rather out of the thoughts extolled in a hymn, out of the determination not to be slaves and waste, out of the choice to fight The hope that comes, comes from the great mutual betrayal in the course of the battle.Deep in the realm of thought, deep in this sublime and wicked consciousness, somewhere still dwells a flickering gleam that refuses to go out, refuses to yield to the weight of darkness and suffocating death.

Thought, yes, infallible, is thought!The only thing that neither time nor life can ever cross is thought!

Come on, shoot, Akutagawa.Never keep the one who loves you waiting too long.

Davarish, the ideal lives forever. "

This is not the first time Akutagawa Ryunosuke has shot.He is no longer the Akutagawa Ryunosuke who had trembling hands last time.

So he nodded, raised the gun in his hand, and fired the cleanest bullet in his life.

He didn't call Edgar Allan Poe's name anymore, nor did he say anything, just like Knut shouted because he didn't want the tide to come. He didn't want to shout because he didn't want to see a tide coming.This tide is called diurnal panic and night panic, and it is called loneliness and despair.

Never keep the one who loves you waiting too long, Akutagawa.He repeated it silently in his heart.And then, oh my god, the bullet went out of the chamber seconds before that.For a moment, Edgar Allan Poe closed his eyes forever.Pools of blood slowly spread to his feet.In the blink of an eye, some scarlet was stained on the tip of his shoe.As for the phrase "don't let the person who loves you wait too long", whether it was said to him 100 years ago, or Edgar Allan Poe said it to him just before he left, he is already a little confused, and it is no longer important , just as he is about to run towards eternal loneliness, regardless of whether he is running towards the past or the present.

Since then, no one in this world knows his true identity.

The last person who knew the truth was still bleeding, still wounded, and the blood flowed all over the ground, creating a wet death.Ryunosuke Akutagawa knows that 100 years ago, he didn't know whether he could be born in this world, or what would be on the other side of death. What he wants to pursue today is still on the other side, waiting for him to seek.And the final truth will definitely allow him to meet someone again.meet him.This premonition had seized him.Its end is himself, and its origin is Japan.He cannot see himself.

As soon as the day is over, Poe's body will be covered in spots, and he will remain hidden here.So the pool of blood spread faster.First to the feet.Two seconds later it circled behind the heels.The stream is almost one meter wide and one meter far away.At this time, 1 minute has passed since the sunrise has fully risen.Then the world disappears.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke knelt in a pool of blood in an instant, raised his head and began to cry.It is the kind of crying that seems to be a poor person who suddenly lost his tear ducts, so he can only grow his lips and roar, it is the kind of hysterical crying that can only accumulate resentment in his chest empty, it is the kind of internal organs that are convulsing and melting cry.

He wept unceasingly, as if he intended to cry longer than ever.Accompanied by his weeping blood and the hymn called Amazing Grace.Amazing grace, panic like day.Looking back, the sun is rising.Looking up to my Lord, I will live forever.

Hallelujah, praise in unison.

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【Note】

① Rise up and never forgive: the royalist slogan of the French Revolution.

②The difference between people, whether it is the level of intelligence or the difference of race, is not as complicated as the difference between illness and health.

——[US] Fitzgerald