[Wen Ye] Hell changes

This is a convoy transporting prisoners and is now heading towards its destination.The movement speed of the transportation team was relatively slow, and the sky was already a little groggy, but it was still far from the destination.The team has reached the uninhabited border area of ​​Liao. The terrain is vast and flat, and the outline of the mountains facing them can be clearly seen, but only the shape is clear, what kind of mountain is it, what kind of continuous method is it? The layers of the mountains are unclear, and it is impossible to explain them accurately. We can only roughly recognize their winding veins to the east through the black outline.The stars are very close to the eyes, and the shadows of the mountains with different layers of cracks are like blood-stained scars that have become black after oxidation.Today's night is very cold.The person leading the way suddenly shouted to the team: Change lanes, turn left!

The prisoners walked to the fork on the left.The road on the left is much narrower, and because of the backlight in the direction, it is a bit darker than other places, and you can hardly see your fingers. You can only rely on the flashlights of those people in front of you.

At this time, an unknown person sighed: "This road is like a dark tunnel."

So Akutagawa Ryunosuke entered a dark tunnel.

Relying on his heavy sense of smell and sluggish vision, he felt that this tunnel really fit Fukuji Sakurachi's description. It was obviously dug to avoid attacks during the war. This piercing stench mixed with dead air and coppery smell is not only like stagnant blood and muddy tears, but 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 timid, and he even had the idea of ​​retreating. If it wasn't for the fact that he could only survive if he got out of this tunnel, he wouldn't have been climbing here endlessly.

Everything is over, my teammates won, and my faith won. After climbing out of here, I can wait for Fei Jia to pick me up and leave here forever. Li Yuan will definitely show mercy to Fei Jia, After all, he knows how much I love Fei Jia... He took a deep breath, regained his composure and continued to crawl forward.Perhaps because of the deep yearning and the strong appeal, he actually felt that even in a foreign country, he could still feel Dostoevsky at this moment.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 If you go through the tunnel and reach the place of hope, you will definitely meet Dostoevsky.

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 rational, his whole brain might be soaked to death, so he didn't care about just now 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.

He kept calling Dostoevsky's name in his heart, and kept lamenting.

Dostoevsky heard the sigh.

Xu Shi had been silent all the way and was very boring, so he couldn't help answering the conversation, and said with a light smile: "The human heart is darker than the tunnel."

The man snorted coldly, and replied in a jealous tone, "Why do you make such a desperate tone? You have been in prison for so many years, and everyone knows that you have a very beautiful girlfriend outside, waiting for you." When you go home, you will be free once you leave the country, and you can go back to pick up your bride, but what about us? There is nothing. You are much happier than us."

"Bride..." Dostoyevsky imitated his tongue, noncommittal, and did not continue the conversation, as if he was recalled by this sentence and was thinking of someone.

At that time, many notorious criminals were imprisoned in this European prison, but there is a famous saying in ancient times, 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.The first criminal to be pardoned was Dazai Osamu, because the good news came from Japan not long ago, the anti-war party has become a winner, and the armed detective agency is a great contributor, and Dazai Osamu, as a member of the armed detective agency, will naturally be received by the members. Under the common cleansing of these people's heroes, Osamu Dazai was sentenced to pay for his crime with merit. The European side should respect the appeal of the detective agency and send Osamu Dazai back.At the same time, Dostoevsky was re-sentenced, not only because Michizao Tachihara was running around trying to reduce his sentence, but also because he had indeed served his previous fixed-term sentence, and he had been in prison for many years. Li has been under the supervision of the crowd headed by Osamu Dazai, and cannot act arbitrarily. He has not participated in the actions of the expansionists since the early and mid-term. He has not been involved in this battle of left and right. After Osamu Dazai was released, he set off with this group of foreign prisoners who had completed their sentence, and sent them back to their respective places.According to regulations, he should be sent back to Russia. As for what happens, it is within the scope of his own country.Russia will handle the affairs of the Russians themselves, and it is not up to the Western Europeans to take care of them.

Dostoevsky suffered from anemia, and the armed police took special care of him. Compared with other prisoners who only had one armed police at most, there was almost no space around him.It wasn't until late at night that everyone was a little tired and planned to rest overnight, so they relaxed their vigilance against him a little.

Perhaps the gloom of being imprisoned for many years is about to be released, or perhaps the national border that symbolizes the hope of returning home is only a short distance away. People even faltered for a long time and had nothing to say, nothing to say, but there were so many emotions in their chests, so chaotic, that they could only choke in silence, and suddenly sobbed in a hoarse voice in the middle of the night, saying, I miss you so much, mother.All the while Dostoevsky just watched the people around him indifferently, without expressing any opinion on their words or actions.

The team came to a desolate and collapsed church, and temporarily stayed nearby for the night.Rows of wooden stakes were inserted in the open space in front of the church. It is said that the former landlords erected them here, and they have not had time to clean them up yet.It began to drizzle in the middle of the night, and the pile stood mercilessly on the ground amidst the wind and rain.

An armed policeman with a hat covering his face approached Dostoevsky and asked him why he hadn't slept and whether he wanted to go home and get married.Only then did Dostoyevsky's unchanging indifferent face change. He smiled and turned his eyes to the light moonlight remaining on the top of the empty grass and trees, and looked at the isolated mountain. The tip is washed into a grayish white color, as if it was an old mirror that was not dusted at the end of last year. The undulating mountain lines and cloud wheels on the mirror surface are infused with vague brightness and visibility. The floodlight above flowed, pouring into edge lines of dark tones that made people sad.

Dostoevsky said with a half-smile: "If I could marry now, I would have married long ago."

Dostoevsky's voice is as magnetic as ever, calm and calm, and can turn the violent noise of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's heartbeat and sensors into the gentleness of 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.Akutagawa Ryunosuke imagined the conversation with Dostoyevsky after going out, recalled Dostoyevsky's voice, and felt that his heart was full of happiness.Over time, all the pain and fear before disappeared, leaving only Dostoevsky's voice echoing in his heart.

Ah, he couldn't help thinking this way, it's over, it's time to live a good life, then how should I talk to Fei Jia, how should I summarize the life of these years to Fei Jia?The language of the confession has almost taken shape, like the sound of a butterfly flapping its wings, Fei Jia, you just need to order, I only need to nod and open my lips, this scene is prepared by the fluttering of gorgeous creatures The confession 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.

"Why are you sighing?" he asked.

"Because I am unworthy." Dostoevsky replied, "If you have experienced my kind of life, childhood without father and mother, living a life of red school education, youth with a kind of enthusiasm and boldness In the end, because of this ambition, I lost the person I had already held in my hand. In the end, I spent several years in prison and came out with nothing. Then you will understand why I sigh. If there is a time machine, then I hope that I can start from the beginning. I will never disappoint that person. It's a pity that I don't have one."

"You are still young, and you still have days to live." He comforted in a cold tone.Dostoevsky couldn't hear any sincerity, so he didn't pay attention to these few words of greeting.At this moment, the other party's tone suddenly changed eagerly, a kind of ecstasy and arrogance overflowed, and kept making strange laughter like whispers of steam, in the gloomy atmosphere that was born in the dark night Extra disturbing.

"And in fact, Demon," the blade emerged from his hand, "you are indeed coming to the end of your days."

The end is near.Akutagawa Ryunosuke knew that the sensor would not be beating, but he still felt the second heartbeat gradually rumbling in his left chest cavity. In order to find the trace of Dostoevsky's life, he walked through the end like a wounded patient. In the dark for a while, until it suddenly became clear that he had actually found it many years ago.

The time I lived with Dostoyevsky was like a dream. In the dream, he often burst into tears because he couldn’t get the love he deserved, and the meteors rushed in the few seconds when the clouds seemed to respond to his wish. Heck, the shadows cast between the buildings and the houses are worn out and the phantoms continue to be repeated. Those few paragraphs of fate between people that run through the ages will come for him at an unknown time.From being frustrated in love, worrying about gain and loss to gradually getting out of the knot, gradually becoming brave and independent, from youthful and bewildered to tough but lonely, Dostoevsky accompanied him through the four years of transformation.

He was willing to marry him when he came out of this tunnel.

It doesn't matter even if they have been hiding in the corner for a long time, maybe everyone doesn't like them, and they need to pass by in the dark all the time, gnawing on the painful yin, here is full of haggard smell Witnessing the endless gatherings and carnivals in the world, sublimation in the hidden love for ten years, it doesn't matter even if it has been like this all the time, as long as they can always touch each other's outlines, and can always be with each other ups and downs.

"How does it feel to have such a big ups and downs?" The sharply reflective tip of the knife was touching Dostoevsky's neck.

Dostoevsky was taken aback by this sudden change, but he was always calm and graceful, with no excessive surprise on his face, and it was even thoughtful to make people think that he had completely expected it. the whole incident.He quickly pulled away from the intimidation, glancing around from the corner of his eye.The performance of these people who he understood as falling asleep before now seems a bit unusual. The man with the knife probably came prepared and had been disguised for a long time. At least for now, it seems that no one will wake up to stop this man.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Osamu Dazai smiled and took off his wide-brimmed police cap, "I won't go back to Japan unless I kill you. How do you ask me to forgive you? Huh? You treated us The president of Akutagawa poisoned me, framed my teammate and put him in prison, snatched him away when I was not around Akutagawa, and even hurt and even trampled on my hometown... As long as you don't die, I can't live comfortably for a day .”

Calmness can no longer be used as a weapon to alleviate the current situation. Dostoevsky has to admit that the current situation is not optimistic. His hands are still in handcuffs, his actions are not as flexible as Dazai Osamu, and his physical fitness cannot take advantage. He didn't even have any weapons in his hands, compared to Dazai Osamu who had a long knife in his hands. Not only that, but the highest sentence was that his crimes and punishments could not affect the holder of the disqualification in the world.To say that it is not optimistic is a very understatement. To be precise, Osamu Dazai can kill him with a single knife now.

After figuring out this logic, Dostoyevsky smiled, and naturally turned his head away calmly. Instead of focusing on Osamu Dazai and the knife, he moved to those layers of blur again. The mountains that touch the sky.The church in front of him was desolate and collapsed, and the rows of piles standing mercilessly on the ground could be faintly seen in the wind and rain. Moreover, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but now he even felt that he could faintly see a pair of tears flowing into a stream and lose his soul. dark eyes.Ryunosuke Akutagawa is there.No, not there, but Akutagawa Ryunosuke has long been ubiquitous in the traces of his life.

The scorched shadow community lives in the net-like night sky, and the drizzle repeatedly falls and rushes back and forth again and again, just like the pair of birds that flee in panic after the line is broken but still remember to look back frequently, the wind blows The mooring and falling are all so gentle and gentle, and they can't bear and dissatisfy smashing away the moonlight that spreads like a ray of light, as if leaving love, so that tonight only this phosphorescent moon fills the mountain, so that tonight only This dancing mist never disperses into people's hearts, so that tonight there are only these painful and slow-moving rivers, and tonight there is only this trembling and helpless shadow far away from the moon Writhing alone, let the pair of beautiful black eyes sleeping on his soul cry and read in a foreign place, leaning alone on this insomnia sky.

This late night has stayed too long.Yuehui gradually cools down in the heart of the river.The spotted moon in the river casts my shadow.Where will this flowing shadow take me?The concrete floor becomes smaller and lighter under the feet, so that it can be picked up directly with fingers.The stakes in the wind and rain gradually became taller, rising from the mouth of the mud to the sky.The church was turned upside down.Countless butterflies took off from the grass stems, and then turned into butterfly oil.The reflection of the Japanese sword in Osamu Dazai's hand under the moonlight also ran out, and jumped directly onto his eyelashes, which became brighter on the eyelashes, and he cried even more sadly.And all this is due to the black eye in his heart.Because he knew that he would never meet Black Eye again.

This is farewell night.

What a peaceful night scene, there are only him and the murderer at this moment.

He can't breathe.

I can't breathe.When he clearly saw the light at the exit, Ryunosuke Akutagawa couldn't contain his emotions, he felt sad and even suffocated, his ribs became like sticks that cut his heart, pressing down on his heart and the things that were working in it The sensor made him lovesick to the death, heartbroken.I can't breathe, he thought.

Because I can say goodbye to Fei Jia soon, and I can finally be the happiest bride in the world as I wish. At that time, at that time, where should I go with Fei Jia?Where should I lean on his shoulder and follow him?There are so many countries in this world, so many locations, my God!Before this moment, I have never felt so strongly that the world is so beautiful and colorful!Every country and every culture is so unique and indispensable!I can go to many places I haven’t been to before with Fei Jia, just like he liked to take me to those strange places in Russia. What kind of landscapes beyond the borders and the world west of the sun can be enriched? Woolen cloth?The grasslands of Inner Mongolia with lush flowers, the lingering forests, the clear water reflecting the orange-red sunset under the trees, the green alfalfa struggling in the water, the repeated follow-ups from the alfalfa The lingering trembling that follows the law of the water flow, when they finally die from the sun and tremble and fall to the crevice of the rock, what will the water-logged apple blossoms living next to them say to this kind of death? , what will you think, what will it look like?When I think that Fei Jia can take me to explore the answers to these questions, I feel that I have never been so happy in my life!The criss-cross trails leading in all directions point to the mountains of the hometown of Dreams and Dreams, and to the unique sheep and cattle in the prairie. If possible, I really want to ask those who have ridden horses People of Chinese ethnic minorities who have passed sheep, when the moonlight comes, riding down the mountain in the cool white moonlight, covered with flowers, roots and grass mud, what will they think in their hearts?I only know that if I ride a horse in the moonlight, the moonlight will be very beautiful that night.And Buenos Aires, which is full of the smell of yerba mate, I want to see how this city is sleeping, how much I want to see how affectionate the stars are when they pray for it. !There is also the famous deep and gentlemanly Madrid. I heard that the history there is as tragic and magnificent as the coral crushed by the shipwreck, but at the same time it is as beautiful and romantic as the water droplets on the coral.There is also Rome, yes, there is also Rome, the Rome that was once pushed down in the foamless waves of history, the great and wonderful Rome that is like fire in the sea, and the Rome that is the source of countless modern civilizations. Can you find traces of those frozen greatness?And, and, and, I don't know what to say, Fei Jia, the strong fragrance of love from longing and hope has permeated my heart...Look, I have touched the exit!

Akutagawa Dragon City finally walked out of the tunnel.

It's so bright outside.

It's a pity that the night is so dark.Looking at the dark night, which is completely different from the bright day, he felt a little tired, and he couldn't help feeling a little dry and dry, so he slowly closed his eyes.

Osamu Dazai asked him if he had any last words, but he didn't answer directly, but sat down with Tianchang, and after a long time, he sighed and said: "Long Fei is gone."

As soon as the words fell, Osamu Dazai didn't give him any more chances, and directly pierced his left chest with the sharp knife.The sound of him falling was very soft, even in the dark night where the slightest sound would be amplified infinitely, it would not appear noisy and loud.

Osamu Dazai leaned slightly and looked at Dostoyevsky on the ground. The latter seemed to be asleep, with a calm and gentle face, lying silently on the ground dreaming about Akutagawa's love.So Osamu Dazai had to admit the fact that even in death, Dostoevsky's appearance was still so handsome and fair, and even the red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth was beautiful enough.

It is this face, Akutagawa has been looking at this beautiful face every day and night for four years, so he will completely abandon him, if Dostoevsky is not so handsome, If Dostoevsky had been a man in no way comparable to him, then he would not have lost his dark eyes, and he would not have felt the pain of hearing his lover yell for Fedya to save him when he confessed his love .The scene of Ryunosuke Akutagawa rejecting him and calling Dostoevsky's name resurfaced in his mind again, breaking through the background board that had been diluted and withdrawn, and reappearing powerfully and not to be ignored.Osamu Dazai gritted his teeth, forcing himself to bear the pain and continue to recall those images, his mind was in a mess.The wails of flying birds hidden in the cold moonlight, the sighs left by the passing wind, and the fierce light composed of red and black, are more sensitive to the existence of fragile life forms at this moment.He couldn't think of anything, but he was thinking about everything, because he couldn't think of anything, so he was thinking about something crazily, but he couldn't think of anything, he just filled his mind with unknown hatred and haste. of fear.

Just stabbing Dostoevsky was clearly not enough for him.This is the only chance to clear his lifelong regrets, and he will naturally not let it end with a simple blow.

He picked up the sharp blade in his hand again, and cut Dostoevsky's face again and again, sometimes from the scalp to the chin, sometimes from the center of the eyebrows to the back of the head, piercing the entire face, leaving large areas Thick or thin blobs of blood splattered continuously, expanding and spreading out all at once, covering Dostoevsky from head to neck, until the whole head was chopped into a pile of meat paste.But Osamu Dazai still felt that something was missing, so he cut open his rectus abdominis deftly, not letting go of the liver, stomach, spleen and intestines, stomping on the handle of the knife like medicine, until all the organs They were all deformed, and the turbid liquid spilled all over the ground, condensing into black mud under the baking of the moonlight.First is the stomach.Then there is the liver and lungs.And finally the heart.Then the world just disappeared.

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The author has something to say:

I used a montage writing method that I innovated not long ago. I tried it out once when revising the chapter "Heart", and it was quite fun XDD

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