disqualified hero

"Tianping's supernatural ability?" Zhongyuan Zhong also snorted, "Don't be stupid, does anyone really believe that his supernatural ability is not under human control? It is said that the standard of judgment is left to God, what if he can adjust it by himself? No amount of money can change people away?"

He felt that anyone who believed what Karamazov said was a madman, a fool.

Mori Ogai had a different opinion. He stood up and took two steps forward. His face was almost pressed against the glass wall of the box. The outer layer of the glass was painted with a protective color. People outside could not see the inside, but people inside could see the outside. , he was very interested, and his interest was not directed at Fyodor, but at the shining golden balance on the high platform. It was as wide as two children lying horizontally, and looked like Anubis weighing a heart. The balance is the same, but the god with a jackal head and a human body will not put down a feather on the left end of the balance. What falls here is the soul, the treasure, and all valuable things in the world.

"Mr. Zhongye probably hasn't heard of the law of conservation, has he?" he asked.

"what is that?"

"Same as the law of conservation of matter. In an isolated system, no matter what kind of changes or processes occur, the total mass remains the same. The law of the operation of supernatural powers also follows the conservation of matter." Mori Ogai circled his right hand and placed it close to his neck, "Different There are various abilities. I have seen the ability to exchange human life into equivalent gems, the ability to strengthen the body with money, and the ability to pay life force to increase weapons... One of my teachers heard about the above abilities. Finally, with the same question as you, I mobilized friends from all walks of life to contact such supernatural beings for investigation, and came to quite astonishing conclusions."

"what?"

"As long as it is an ability related to exchange, the ability user itself cannot control the transaction amount. In other words, the value of a person is not determined by them, but by God."

"..."

"It's amazing, right? No one knows who sets the standard of exchange, who judges the value of people; no one knows whether the illusory gods exist."

"It is certain that, just like Karamazov, the supernatural powers involved in transactions cannot be controlled by humans, and even he cannot be a raft on the scale."

Don't ask Mori Ogai why, he doesn't know, the experiment was done by Mr. Natsume Soseki, not him. When he heard the conclusion for the first time, he also thought it was very funny, but Mr. Natsume said: "What's so funny about it? There are supernatural powers here, so it’s not a big deal to have gods, maybe there are old gods sleeping underground, and Amaterasu God lying in ancient tombs, who knows if it’s true or not.”

He thought: [This world is already crazy enough, a few more weird laws and society will not collapse. ]

……

Everyone present except Zhongye Zhongye had heard of the law of power conservation, and they began to think about it after the balance and Fyodor were revealed.The people who make calculations can be divided into two groups, one group is those who are in the casino that day, and the other group is those who have perverted hobbies.The latter needless to say, Fyodor's appearance is very good, the idea of ​​binding him to the cross is very religious, and his deity-like compassionate temperament, as well as his detached expression of ignoring the suffering of the world, add to his popularity. In short, he reminds people of the Son of God in the world, Jesus in trouble, and many people like this.

The psychological activities of another group of people are much more complicated. They have seen Ferdor count blackjack and escape with chains. Undoubtedly, his calculation power and intelligence are very high. If he can be raised well, he will make money. machine.

After all kinds of thinking, the first person to eat crabs appeared. The middle-aged man in suit and leather shoes signed a series of numbers on the contract after careful consideration.

He kept in mind how many chips Fyodor had won, because he was one of the remnants who fell to the opponent's superb calculations.

[This number should be enough, right? ] He signed a nine-figure number, and the unit is still in US dollars. Everyone on board is rich, but this number will still make him think for a while.

It is said that if he wins 21 hands in a row in Las Vegas, the money he gets can buy the entire casino. He believes that Fyodor has the potential to win in a row.

Dazai was also in Ferdor, and Shuji Tsushima was standing next to him, one big and one small were very interested, and they could even have a chat because of it.

"Essentially, this auction is a gamble." Pointing to the balance, he said, "No one knows what God's price is for the goods. Customers estimate the price in their hearts and sign the bill. If the price given cannot impress the gods, the money will be lost." Swallowed by the scales."

"But today is the first one, right?" Shuji Tsushima said, "Even if it is for the smooth progress of the subsequent auction, the organizer will not present truly priceless goods." What to do in a few days.

Dazai chuckled twice and said, "I don't think so." He meant something: "If there is a product you like, even if you risk your own worth and life, you have to get it. The ambition and greed of human beings are beyond your imagination."

"Being scared off just proves that you don't want it that much."

Shuji Tsushima paused when he heard the words, "Really?"

"However." Osamu Dazai changed the subject, "Occasionally there will be an own goal." He touched his chin, and the word "interesting" was written in his eyes, "Someone will always overestimate their own energy." He said The upward arc of the mouth is very evil.

Shuji Tsushima looked at him, but didn't speak.

……

A piece of parchment appeared out of thin air in Karamazov's hand.

"Start the first transaction now." He flicked a golden balance with his fingers, making a crisp sound, which spread through the hall. All the poles had a slight bend in the arc, and the middle-aged man's face remained unchanged, and he put the parchment on the other end.

"Ding--"

The balance did not move at all.

Karamazov's pupils trembled when he saw it, and he looked up in surprise to see the child tied to the cross.

Dazai said: "His expression is saying 'so he is worth so much money'!" He seemed to be talking to Shuji Tsushima, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

Shuji Tsushima asked, "How much is he worth?"

"I don't know." He said, "But it must be an astronomical figure in the eyes of ordinary people."

"Unfortunately," said the principal, "our first transaction failed."

"Tch." In another box, someone sneered. He sat boldly on the recliner, holding a cigar in one hand. Different from his luxurious sitting posture, this person was short in stature, fair-skinned, slightly fat, and his eyes were quite Cloudy, when the eyelids are drooped and the eyes are narrowed into a slit, they are particularly malicious.

He looked at Fyodor with greedy eyes, his sticky eyes were almost solid, like a wet tongue, licking people slowly from top to bottom.

He has no doubts about his worth. The huge amount of family property he has accumulated over the years, even the distinguished guests on the ship, can not be compared. He laughed in his heart that the petty guest who failed in the first transaction must have written it on parchment The amount is too small to fail.

[I am different. ]

He picked up a pen and wrote a line of words "Arbitrarily drawn from my wealth".

[When I go back, I will count the property and see how much he is worth. ]

The second parchment appeared in the hands of Karamazov. He raised one eyebrow and put the parchment on the scale. Slowly, the supports on both sides of the golden balance are bent downward, like flexible pine branches overwhelmed by white snow.

In the end, the other side of the balance narrowly won, and the second deal was done.

"Congratulations to this guest." Karamazov said, "The goods will be delivered to your room later."

"Oh——" Dazai dragged his voice, his voice was trembling, he asked Shuji Tsushima, "How high do you think he paid?"

Shuji Tsushima didn't want to guess, he didn't like Fyodor, or rather disliked it.So far, he has met very few people of the same age. Nakahara Nakaya and him are the middle of the dog and monkey. The characters of the two are almost completely opposite. After the comparison, it was almost benign, he just wanted to tease the slug.

What's interesting is that he had already known Nakahara Chuya's name from other sources, but he never called it out. Every day he called out "slug", "slug" and "slug-lord", and he was beaten thousands of times and still couldn't die Repent, and I don't know who I'm playing.

Fyodor was different, the two of them got along very briefly, just once, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was also present, Shuji Tsushima didn't think highly of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, smart is smart, but he couldn't let him Surprised, in other words, he thought he could deceive Shibusawa Tatsuhiko anytime and anywhere, and trample him under his feet.

Russians are different. He is about the same age as him, and his intelligence is similar. Perhaps because of homosexual repulsion, Shuji Tsushima doesn't like him, and the two meet each other at the poker table.

[He's as disgusting as I am. ] Shuji Tsushima saw him tied to the cross with a compassionate face. What was even more unpleasant, he only felt that Fyodor was hypocritical. He was obviously evil, but he labeled himself holy.

At his age, he feels that everything in the world is boring, because people are too smart and see too clearly. When he meets someone who is similar to himself, he always feels disgusted. To explore Shuji Tsushima's heart, he has no time. I always feel that I am a bedbug with no value in existence, especially when I am around Osamu Dazai, my sense of self-loathing becomes stronger.

Was he aware of deep-rooted self-destructive tendencies?Probably not.

"Maybe he used all his wealth." Shuji Tsushima replied, "According to what you said, no one but God can set a price for human beings. I don't know the standard of pricing. If you judge with wisdom, he is almost beyond the price." Everyone present."

[Why do you say that, because his wisdom is the same as mine. ]

"Oh." Osamu Dazai said, "That would be bad."

[What I hate the most is his appearance. He obviously knows everything by heart, but he refuses to say it. He just wants to be persuasive and persuade people around him to speak out. Will I be grateful to him?I am grateful for his induction and education, no, of course I won't, I just hope he doesn't treat me as a child, I don't need his tolerance and teaching. ]

Shuji Tsushima was suppressed to death, and he was angry.

"If you buy more than you are worth, it can easily lead to tragedy."

"what?"

"It's the ability to exchange." Osamu Dazai said, "Descriptions such as full net worth include not only wealth, but also life, social status, soul, etc." He said, "This world is inherently unfair. Yes, some people's souls are as light as a feather, and some are heavier than Mount Tai, when he signed the sentence of 'exchange everything', he offered his own soul together."

He looked far away, looking at the people across the box: "I bought commodities that I couldn't bear in my life. For the rest of the day, his soul can only be like a weak candle, swaying in the cold wind."

Shuji Tsushima remembered the guardian's expression at this moment. At that time, he had a strange illusion, which was Osamu Dazai's transparency and farsightedness.

[He knew what was going to happen. ]

[He knows everything. ]

Beside him stands the creator of the story, and the all-knowing and omnipotent prophet.

……

April 7

Edmund became very weak.

He had to rely on the handrails when he went up the stairs, and he had to breathe three times after walking two steps. Since a few years ago, obesity has been bothering Edmund, but it has not affected the body.

[Maybe on the boat, I still feel a little uncomfortable. ] He can only comfort himself in this way, completely forgetting that he was still alive and kicking for fun a few days ago.

He bought a child from Russia. After the auction, the black-haired nobleman from the Ice and Snow Kingdom was sent to his room. Emmond lamented Karamazov's good taste. The businessman placed the black iron key respectfully on the top of the bedside table, and if the owner wanted, he could open the chain himself.

"What's your name?" He staggered a few steps and walked in front of the child. Edmund also had a strong torso in his early years, but after the age of 50 he slacked off, started hiring servants, indulging in sex, and devoted himself to some kind of " "Higher level" taste, the muscles are replaced by greasy fat, and the rough skin becomes delicate under the daily corrosion of cream.

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky."

After finishing the name, he was interrupted, and Edmund muttered rudely: "Okay, Russian names." He snorted. Everyone in the world knows that Russian names are long and stinky. Like a rotten stinky twine.

"From today onwards, your name will be changed to Raguel." Edmund didn't read many books in his early years. After his middle age, he has a collection of books in several study rooms. The number is comparable to a small library. Unfortunately, most of them are just bought for decoration , He was born in a teaching orphanage. He has read the Old Testament, Luke, Dead Sea Books, Revelation, and even Leviticus.He randomly selected one from the countless angel names he knew.

/God sent it to blow the horn for the ice angels, telling those who stood on the left that the wrath was coming. /

Fyodor didn't speak, but bowed his head meekly. He guessed that Almond had forgotten the other meaning of "Raguel", or hadn't thought of it at all.

"God's Avenger", "Revenge on the World of Light."

Fyodor, who was given a new name, devoutly drew the sign of the cross on his chest.

"аминь."

(Amen)

……

April 7

After a busy day, Karamazov returned to his room.

His room was very large and decorated with resplendent gold and jade. Karamazov had a good impression of the decadent Romanov dynasty, so he imitated the East Palace and built a miniature malachite hall. The dome with gold leaf, his taste is very diverse, so the scenery pieced together by gold leaf is not from any existing album, but the scene where countless angels welcome Faust into heaven in Faust. The sculptor, after countless adjustments, pieced together the perfect mural.

There is a malachite stool in the middle of the house, on which there is a tray, which comes from the Eastern countries. Like most Russian nobles, he regards blue and white porcelain as beautiful, and is not able to appreciate pure white porcelain and celadon.

An hourglass is placed in the middle of the tray. Before midnight, there was only half of the sand on the top half of the hourglass, but now it is full.

Karamazov took a deep breath, his expression happy and content.

None of the people on board knew it, only he himself knew that his life was connected to the golden balance, the higher the amount of transactions completed by the balance, the longer he survived, this ghost ship was built by him to extend his life, He doesn't allow anyone to destroy it.

He could live another sixty days.

Karamazov sat down and poured himself a glass of red wine. He decided to enjoy the quiet night and save his extra life.

The wine was poured into the goblet. He looked at it carefully for a while, and then at the funnel full of sand.

bang-

Squeak—la——

The bottom of the bed shook violently, and there were disturbing noises under his feet. Even though he had been drifting at sea all year round, he couldn't figure out where the noise came from.The vibration was so intense that the pallet that was originally stable slipped from the bracket, Karamazov's pupils trembled, where he could control the red wine, and where he could control his own body, he leaped decisively and wanted to Grab the hourglass suspended in mid-air.

one second.

two seconds.

click-

The goblet was broken.

bang——

The boat shook again.

He felt a hard object fall into his arms, barely opened his eyes, and found that it was an hourglass representing life, and a heart that was falling up and down finally returned to its original position. He thought he saved his life.

Coincidentally, the boat finally stabilized, and the gatekeepers fell backwards and forwards. After barely getting up, they ran towards Karamazov. But they kept in mind the majesty of the master and knew that he didn't like to be disturbed. If there was no special matter, they couldn't pass each other He rushed into the room with the order, and could only shout one after another at the door: "Sir, are you okay, sir."

Karamazov was in a bad mood. He impatiently asked them to be quiet, and there was no sound outside the door.

He lowered his head and looked at the hourglass carefully. This time, he realized that there was a problem. He was terrified and couldn't help crying out. The others were even more frightened when they heard it, but they didn't know what to say because of their majesty.

The tube of the hourglass has become thicker. Assuming that only one grain of sand leaked out in a second, now ten grains of sand can leak out in a second.

[What's wrong? ] Karamazov thought in a panic: [Did you accidentally bump into it just now?Impossible, I caught it, even if there is any problem, the outer glass layer should be broken. ]

[What's going on?Why did the speed of sand leakage change?In this case, I can live for at most ten days, and the follow-up auction speed can't keep up, no, it can't be like this. ]

[Boat, by the way, the boat, the boat shook violently just now, what happened?I'm going to check it out! ]

……

Dazai took a walk on the bottom of the boat.

He smelled of gunpowder.

He visited many places, some off-limits, some open to guests, some rooms known, some not.

He thought of the room he entered just now and the scene he saw, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

What is he doing? By the way, he is leaning against the wall and smoking. Osamu Dazai can smoke. He has all kinds of poisons, and he especially likes to drink. All the bad habits of young people can be found in him.

He leaned against the wall, and the wall behind him didn't know what was going on. After leaning against it for a while, he sank into it, so he fell back into the room made of gold. It was real gold, and the surrounding walls were plated with gold leaf. shining.

The back of his head was hit on the ground and it hurt so badly. He got up and said "It hurts, hurts, hurts" while touching the back of his head. When he looked up, the pendulum stood in front of him. The appearance of the pendulum reminded him of Da Ben. The lower body of the clock is a square cuboid tower, the clock face is also square, and the numbers are written in cursive characters, which will inevitably look gaudy to outsiders.

"I found it, so it's here." He said something quite inexplicable. If Karamazov was here, he would be surprised. He didn't even know the existence of this golden house, so why did Osamu Dazai know.

He spoke as if he were waving at the bottom of the boat looking for him.

But Karamazov didn't know, and didn't know what Osamu Dazai did, so even if he poured a can of flammable objects on the clock tower, stepped back a few steps, and pushed the cigarette butt still smoking between his fingers towards the pendulum. Even if he threw it, he couldn't stop it.

boom -

The flames were burning.

……

Shuji Tsushima was wandering in the cabin.

He was reading a book when the bottom of the boat shook and there was a loud noise, but the book fell to the ground, and others were thrown too.

Shuji Tsushima lay on the thick carpet, and when the aftershock of the shock passed, he got up slowly, opened the door, and closed it again.His intuition told him that the shock just now was not a trivial matter. Just before the loud noise, Osamu Dazai left, not to mention that he had bad associations with the guardian. In fact, Osamu Dazai became very strange after boarding this ship. .

[He always disappears and returns with a mysterious smile on his lips. ]

[What's more troublesome is that he doesn't write anymore, whether it's writing letters or writing bad novels in his mouth, these jobs have stopped. ] Shuji Tsushima can feel that the other party really loves writing, and nothing else matters. Osamu Dazai doesn't write anymore, which makes him feel weird.

"Ah!" He saw a familiar voice coming from behind, and when he turned around, he saw Nakahara Chuya, and he asked bluntly, "Hey, mackerel, have you seen Dr. Sen?"

"Is this the attitude of a beggar, Mr. Slug?" His brows and eyes were curved.

"Tsk." Zhongya Nakahara thought [Well, this is an extraordinary time, it doesn't matter even if you bow to him, I have to find Dr. Mori, who knows what happened just now. ]

So he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, please tell me, have you seen Dr. Mori, has Mr. Dazai seen him?"

"No." He said briskly, "I'm also looking for Mr. Yandao, but he's gone." He issued a malicious invitation, "Do you want to look for it together, Mr. Slug, maybe they get together."

Zhong Yuanzhong also reluctantly agreed to his invitation, and said in his heart: "It's all to find Dr. Sen." ] He always keeps in mind his duty of defense.

Two people who were about to quarrel as soon as they met walked side by side. The ship was in chaos. From time to time, sailors, waiters, or other people in work clothes walked by. As for the passengers, some were in suits and leather shoes, and some looked rather embarrassed They probably fell off their chairs, or accidentally bumped into other parts of their bodies. Central Plains also saw people with black eyes, and people with red and swollen cheeks.

"Hey, what happened to the vibration just now?"

"Is there something wrong with the boat?"

"Sir, please calm down."

"We are checking." "Please go back to the cabin and wait."

My ears are full of noise.

They are walking towards the banquet hall. This is the second floor. To get to the banquet hall, they have to go through a row of cabins and then go up the stairs. At this juncture, no one dares to take the elevator. What if they are trapped inside.

click-

A door opened abruptly.

Dostoevsky, or rather Fyodor, came out. He changed into the same baggy cotton suit with the neckline slid down, a V-shaped collar revealing a large expanse of fair skin, and the trouser legs were narrow. Long, dragged to the ground.There was a new collar stuck around his neck, and Zhong Yuanzhong also saw it. He thought of the meaning of the collar and felt nauseous, but he was relieved because there were no suspicious red marks on the other party's body.

[Well, he's still fine. ]

and many more?

Nakahara Chuya stopped in his footsteps.

He saw Fyodor walking forward, dragging the winding chains on his hands and feet, and the chains dragged on the furry carpet, leaving two black marks, and there were a few drops of red on his longer trouser legs, as if accidentally glued on.

"Good evening." He saw Shuji Tsushima and Chuya Nakahara, and greeted them. "I want someone to clean it up." He said, "The room is full of blood, it's too dirty."

A person, or a piece of skin, quietly floats on a pool of blood.

May the Lord grant you rest.

"аминь."

Amen.