【Taizhong】Desperado

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon when the train arrived in Antenam, and there was still a long time before the departure of the night train to Braque at this time.

The station was bleak in the sun, and all the shops were closed.The well-maintained walls and glass in the past are now painted with exaggerated and brightly colored graffiti everywhere. These paintings that are hopelessly neurotic are all from the hands of humans who came to accept the First Embrace.They fanatically worship this group of blood-sucking monsters of the night, and they want to be the slaves (and even some rulers) chosen by the vampires even at the cost of their lives, and have a vampire ruler who is not loyal but can give them eternal life.

Fleeting life forms are afraid of death, so immortality has become the belief of some greedy people.

At such a desolate junction, a group of people waiting for the night train gathered at the escalator, noisy and eye-catching.It is also distinguished that most of those people are subordinates, both men and women.

The shrill laughter of the young people and the yelling and roaring of the strong men bored the newcomer Zhong Ye, who had always hated noise and indecentness, couldn't help frowning, turned around and walked in the opposite direction, but was pulled by a familiar force by the arm.

Even through the touch of layers of clothing, the pressure of the ruler from Dazai's fingers still affected him in a short moment——fortunately, the ruler in front of him is too strong, and Chuya felt that he was too strong. easily fluctuated.So he patted Dazai's hand away, turned around and warned him with his eyes: Don't touch me casually.

Dazai angrily withdrew his embarrassing hand between the two of them, and put it back into his pocket to show his understanding, but he looked at Chuya firmly, and explained in a round voice, "Did you see that group of people?" They are setting up a game to pass the waiting time. There are often information dealers between them, if you win him, maybe you will have a windfall."

We have more time, so you really don't want to go?

Dazai blinked, and asked again as if confirming.

The conditions are indeed attractive.

Zhong also weighed his luck and strength since he was born... Heh, but he really can't flatter him.Losing every gamble seems to be a magic obstacle in his life, and he can't get over it no matter what.

He stood by the platform, looked at the group of noisy people, and hesitated.

Dazai seemed to have seen through his worries completely, and scratched the curly hair on his head: "What are you worried about?"

Chuya asked in a low voice: "Then if I lose? What will I lose?"

Since it's about gambling, he must do his best to be open and honest. Dazai said with a smile about the tragic end of the loser: "Your life. You will have your wrists and throat cut to the last drop. The subordinate blood is extremely sweet. , is the most wonderful red wine for the vampires. Your blood will be sold to the vampires in Prague, and the organs removed one by one during the death stage will be sold to the human black market."

After a short pause, Dazai changed his tone and added, "However, these situations are based on 'you lost'."

The figure cast by the backlight of the setting sun was elongated, and the owner of that shadow smiled confidently at him.

The game is a chessboard with 64 black and white squares and 32 pieces.

Different from ordinary chess, the black chess is sculpted into the image of blood clan.It's a bad taste, but it's a wonderful contemporary metaphor.

Those who made the bet clearly had no fear of anyone who would challenge them.This is his territory, and he has killed countless people and made a lot of money from this. The diamonds and precious stones on his ten fingers are proclaiming that this cruel old glutton has long been rich.

"You go first, anyway, two wins in three rounds."

Dazai didn't give him a fair chance to negotiate at all, and pushed him directly into the black and white pit of fire.Zhong also thought to himself, this is a fucking big joke!It's not that he can't play, it's just that his chess skills are really mediocre. Compared with his red wine tasting, it's not worth mentioning at all, not even a trivial skill!

"You better promise not to sell me out for your stupidity."

"Oh, no, no, you are so cute, how can I be willing to sell it to this strange sorghum, right?"

This commendatory word used to describe women made Chuya's neck chill when he was about to go to the casino, and his goosebumps couldn't stop.Oh it's over!He's sickened even worse now.

"Yo lol, a top delicious slave and his dominion are eager to sacrifice themselves to the god of money."

The chess veteran who accepted their challenge smiled and showed his yellow teeth smoked by cigars. What's even more disgusting is that he exposed two front teeth made of gold when he opened his mouth-glittering gold, lest the world know that he has a lot of money .

Wait... mine.dominate?

What the hell kind of misunderstanding is this?He had never been disgusted by such a bad conclusion.

Zhong also snorted, and cursed in a low voice, "A blind lost dog."

"This lost dog will make you lose your clothes in a while and just want to go home to find Mommy." He stroked his neck with his fat and wrinkled hands, looked at the prey in front of him that seemed to belong to him, and smiled contemptuously .

fuck you.

With the determination to twist the opponent's fat head even if he died, Nakaya took off his coat and threw it to Dazai who was waiting to watch the show, and sat down next to the white chess. The crowd next to him burst out mocking whistles. Damn disturbing thoughts.

Take a deep breath... take a deep breath... the king's knights are about to attack!

Eighteen steps.

Courage is seldom directly proportional to strength, and it takes only eighteen moves, and Zhong is easily defeated by the opponent and completely checkmate.

It's not that he's really so weak... Zhongyuan Zhong can swear to God!Even if he was killing time with the master Mori Ogai, he could at least make it to 24 six moves.

"Another round? Oriental Cookies?"

Frustration, remorse, and annoyance merged into a wave of anger towards himself, and Nakaya habitually grabbed his hair severely. Based on the overall situation, even in the face of the other party's molesting titles, he had to restrain himself so hard not to kick over this Damn chessboard.

"I……"

With uncertain eyes, he looked at Dazai who was still interested, with that flat smiling face... Oh, he really wanted to paste this bastard's face with chess pieces.

The other party obviously didn't care about his face, and was excited, and patted him on the shoulder as if shouting for his favorite team: "Come again! Chuya!"

"Wait...you fucking show me clearly, I lost!"

"Ok, I know."

"so?"

"So you go on."

Maybe he should thank Dazai's mum who doesn't know where she is, for teaching his idiot son to be so indomitable?Although it is the perseverance of others.

"If it still doesn't work this time..." Zhong also clenched his fists, he was not afraid of losing, he was afraid of getting into trouble.

"Oh, you don't seem likely to win." Dazai said bluntly, looking into Chuya's ashen eyes, his words were direct, hurting one's self-esteem.

"Then you fucking...!" Zhong also wanted to throw the man to the ground with an uppercut.

"It's still early, let's play with him." Dazai reached out and pressed Chuya's right shoulder, a warm force belonging to the ruler gradually flowed into his tense and stiff body, and a soothing voice whispered in his ear at the same time ,

"Besides, what if a miracle happens?"

But no miracle will appear suddenly, and this desolate place cannot be blessed by the Virgin Mary.

"Don't fight," Dazai, who had been quietly watching the battle, suddenly said, his instruction was undoubtedly an oracle in such a desperate situation, "King, h7."

"Hey, hey, little brother, do you want two-on-one?"

"Uncle, it was 'us' who made the bet with you from the very beginning," the condition was made clear from the very beginning, Dazai never felt that he was a bad guy who played tricks, and his black eyes frankly met the opponent's cunning He smiled slightly, "Or are you afraid that my joining will make your victory or defeat uncertain?"

"Hahaha." The man who has killed countless lives with blood black chess seems to have heard a ridiculous joke, "Come on, boy, win a pair of couples in two games! Oh, watching you die for love? I really love it to death Such a big bet."

Then the man just glanced at the board and pushed the king wing from h2 to h4.

"Get in the car, c4."

Dazai didn't give any extra explanations for the moves he asked Chuya to make, but Chuya had a strange feeling that he trusted this man so much in every move he asked him to make.

The opponent frowned for the first time, and after a few minutes made a move that he still didn't understand.

But Dazai who was standing behind was obviously keeping pace with the opponent's thinking, he said without hesitation: "Horse, d3."

The pressure from the opponent forced him to fully devote himself to the game that was about to win. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, then relaxed his brows and eyes, and made a firm move with a smile.

The other party's confident appearance made Zhong feel uneasy, and he had to look back at Dazai.His mind was no longer on this game of chess, and there was no need for it.After all, with the situation developing to this point, this battle of life and death is beyond his ability to intervene.His hands have already been handed over to the man behind him, and he will strategize.

Dazai was thinking like a child doing a problem, his thumbnail was bitten by his teeth, his brows were slightly furrowed, he didn't notice the gazes of the people around him at all, and he fell into nervous thinking.

After 10 minutes, Dazai made a move and forced the opponent to follow suit.

In today's battle situation, even the spectators can see some clues. The advantage of Heizi at the beginning has long since disappeared. Many people who have little knowledge of the chess game (including Chuya Nakahara, of course) admire Dazai Osamu.

After six steps, Dazai and the other party said in tense silence at the same time: "It's made up."

"..."

Nakaya stretched out his hand, which he thought would continue to move, and he looked back at Dazai suspiciously, but Dazai shrugged and smiled, and nodded to him.

And the other party seems to be immersed in the black and white chessboard and has not recovered. He may be recalling how he went from a completely overwhelming advantage to the final failure step by step (although the ending was drawn, everyone believed that this game was Dazai more Chess is a high move).

"Uncle, do you want to continue the third round?"

The opponent is playing chess with them with all their strength, there is no doubt about it, you can get a glimpse of it from the seriousness of the opponent in the second half of the game.That's why Dazai is now so confident in throwing relaxed questions to the opponent, like an invincible king on a chessboard.

"At the beginning, if you follow Zhongye's move and turn the pawn into a queen, then you will use the c1 bishop to capture the queen, and then Zhongya will use the horse to capture the bishop, but you can move the pawn to d7, threatening His chariot has become smarter even in the future, if he uses a horse to general you, he still has no chance of winning this round."

The other party seemed to have been exposed of his low-level and boring tricks, unwilling to be resigned to frustration, and said in a low voice: "You have seen through it all..."

"Alekhine and Bogolyubov played the same game 100 years ago," Dazai explained disapprovingly. "Fortunately, I happened to have seen this game record."

It is one thing to have read chess records, but it is another thing to be able to crack the moves so cleverly.

There is no need to use the third game to prove who is higher and who is lower among them.

"I admit, you won." The other party was so frank about winning or losing that he didn't expect it. His subordinates dispersed the crowd, but he took a step forward and asked in a voice that could only be heard between them. Said, "According to the agreement, what do you want to know?"

"Fyodor Dostoevsky." Dazai snapped his fingers, as if a victor was about to pick his own sweet fruit. He squinted his eyes and spoke contemptuously, "This mouse is hiding now. In which crypt in Prague?"

to be continued

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Explanation: The story needs it, but I am not good at chess, so this chess game refers to the second game in Zweig's "The Story of Chess".