disqualified hero

Fyodor did nothing.

Almond gave him a new name on his own, and then ordered the attendants in the ship to find suitable new clothes for him. Each cabin was assigned a butler. Edmond's butler was a middle-aged male with a serious name. Accustomed to seeing the ugliness of the world, he doesn't know a word about the vulgar tastes of the temporary master, and does what the other party tells him to do.

The collar was brought up from under the boat. He has a habit of branding all newly bought pets with the owner's brand. If it is under the boat, he will bring the pet tattoo. Put on a dog tag collar first.

Fyodor didn't struggle, didn't cry, how unusual he looked, Edmond didn't like well-trained and well-educated children, all he bought with a lot of money were pure natural virgins, some children were still ignorant, and Some prematurely mature ones will either grit their teeth or shed tears after seeing their new owners. Russian children are different from them. Can take it with equanimity.

[He is so calm. ] Edmund became more and more satisfied, [this is how he deserves Raguel's name. ]

Firdoo stared at him with a pair of eyes like glass beads, watching Edmond leave panting heavily, and then come back with a bundle of clothes, his health was even worse than yesterday After a while, Ferdor's eyes rolled twice, as if he could see his internal organs through the dirty and mediocre skin, the fat particles that gradually melted, the decaying organs, and the bones that could not support the body.

How much does it cost to sell a saint?Thirty silver coins and a traitor's soul?

He changed into the clothes brought by the butler. The original owner of this set of clothes may be a teenager, or it was specially prepared for people with perverted preferences. Both the sleeves and trouser legs are too long. Rolling it up round and round, adults greedily look at his thin white legs and arms...

"Bangdang-"

The boat shook violently, and the man's limp legs could not support his heavy body. Fyodor sat firmly on the chair, but he fell, and the expensive imported ceramic vase behind him fell to the ground, shattered. It became petal by petal, with the tip of the porcelain pointing upwards, submerging dramatically into the adult's body.

"Push"

"Push"

It was the sound of skin being poked through.

Ferdor's eyeballs rolled around again.

The strange thing is that in his vision, Edmund's body structure is completely different from that of normal humans. The human body is supported by bones, followed by muscles, blood vessels, tendons, etc., and the outermost part is It's a layer of skin, but after buying Fedor, his body transformed into another form at a very slow speed. By the time of death, he had turned into a pool of big blisters, and the skin was full of water. There was blood and golden-yellow running fat, and there was light-colored, foul-smelling pus, all in all, when the porcelain pierced the skin, he exploded like a ball of leather.

The smell was too bad, and the room was too dirty. Ferdor would not force himself to stay in a dirty room. He wanted to know what happened outside, why the ship vibrated, and wanted to change into clean clothes.

When walking, he remembered stepping over skin and blood, but the chains were too heavy, and he didn't care if the steel chains were dirty, so he just let them pass through the blood, opened the door, and happened to meet Shuji Tsushima and Nakahara Nakaya, The corners of his mouth turned up, and he put on a laughing mask: "Good evening, I want someone to clean it up," he said, "The room is too dirty."

<The occasion of Dostoevsky>

……

[too disgusting. ]

Even Chuya Nakahara almost couldn't hold back the desire to vomit when he saw the tragedy in the room. He has definitely seen many death scenes, but as far as he is concerned, even if a person is blown into fragments of stumps, it is still difficult. Much better than what happened to Edmund.

Shuji Tsushima was different from him in that he had absolutely no physical nausea and aversion. He frowned because he absolutely disliked the environment in the house and the strange stench. He stepped on his feet, trying to avoid the liquid, and walked to Ammon on the edge of the wreckage.

"Hello!" Zhong Yuan called him, "What are you doing?"

"Exploration site." Shuji Tsushima said, like a magician, he took out a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket, Nakahara also thought vaguely: [No, where did he find the gloves and when did he put them in the mouth? in the bag? ]

[Hey, really, you actually lifted the skin, don't you think it's disgusting? ]

He was stunned when he saw Shuji Tsushima's actions. The other party looked like a child, he was clearly the most professional forensic doctor, and Ferdor was even less particular. He simply stepped barefoot on the carpet that splashed some liquid. Go up, staring at Shuji Tsushima, watching with relish.

Zhong Yuanzhong lost his temper. He didn't understand what the other party was doing, so he could only ask feebly, "What did you find?"

"A lot." Shuji Tsushima's eyes sparkled, "Look, Mr. Slug, this gentleman has turned into a water polo rather than a human being."

"what?"

"That is to say, before his death, even the muscles were completely dissolved." Shuji Tsushima explained, "Look again." He also pulled out the bones, no matter whether it was thick or thin or long, the bones were obviously not good enough. normal.

"It doesn't look like a human bone, does it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also had to nod.

"Do you know how spiders eat?"

"Huh?" [What's the matter with the brain circuit, how is it connected with the spider eating? ]

"Well, a slug is a slug after all. The brain capacity is definitely not comparable to that of a human being. You can tell from your stupid expression that you have never learned about natural ecological structures. I will explain it to you reluctantly." Shuji Tsushima proudly said His appearance made Nakahara Chuya want to beat him up again.

"Before the spider eats, it spins silk to wrap the prey, and then there is a long waiting time. The prey will be dissolved into a nutrient-rich liquid. At that time, he only needs to suck the liquid."

"..." Nakahara is not a fool, he understood exactly what Shuji Tsushima meant, and his face became even worse because of this.

"Oh, it seems that you have almost understood." Shuji Tsushima smiled badly. What he didn't realize was that his own "Aiya" was so similar to Osamu Dazai. He was influenced by the other party's subtle influence and taught by precept , but I don't feel much.

People are like this, the most difficult to see themselves.

What he didn't notice was that Fyodor was looking back at himself, and it was hard to say whether it was because he heard "Oops".

"Do you want to say that we are food?" Zhong Yuanzhong also drew inferences.

"You can think of this level. It seems that slugs have also evolved." Shuji Tsushima said, "That's right, but it's hard to judge who is the hunter and what is the limit of becoming food." He said The eyes fluttered, and there were stars blooming in it, "Quite interesting, this ship."

[Bad taste] Central Plains also thinks so.

"However, there is one thing I'm curious about." Shuji Tsushima seemed to have just noticed Fyodor - this is of course impossible, but he just wanted to talk to him, "Why did you appear on the boat?" Even though it was the second time the two of them met, they knew each other to the depths of their bones. There was a sympathy between the two similar lonely souls. It was hard for anyone to say whether the sympathy was good or bad.

Shuji Tsushima thought: [I understand you as I understand myself. ]

It's amazing.

"There is no special reason." Fyodor said, not Russian but Japanese. Nakahara Chuya was quite shocked when he heard it, and he generally had thoughts like "what, so you can speak Japanese", and at the same time he I was so irritable that I thought: [What's going on, is it normal for people of the same age to be able to speak three and four languages? ]

He felt himself out of place in the group.

"I just want to save them." Ferdor said the holy words in his mouth, and at the same time he looked down at a pool of skin, "I came here for this."

[What's going on? ] Zhongyuan Zhong also felt more irritable, he couldn't figure out his own thoughts, and thought psychologically: [Is this guy a saint? ]

Physiologically, or intuitionally, it was completely opposite. Every cell in his body was clamoring for "danger" and "vigilance".

"That's it." Tsushima Shuji said with a smile, "Is your rescue method like this?" Then he tapped the human skin on the ground with his chin.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." Fyodor's expression didn't know whether to say it is better to lower his eyebrows and be pleasing to the eye, or to be indifferent. He is obedient, but the object of obedience is definitely not human beings, but gods. the gods.

What is the god in his heart, what is the principle, what is the mode of action, what is his attitude towards human beings, and how does he save when he talks about salvation...

If you ask a series of questions, you will find that Fyodor's beliefs are intolerable to the world, and his methods of dealing with sinners are unjust.

"Some people are worth saving, some people are not worth saving, and sinners," he paused slightly, uttering words that made Nakahara Chuya horrified, "whether they have a heart of repentance or not, sinners need to be cleansed in order to pay back their sins." The earth is clear and bright, the difference is that the gods will give mercy to those who have a heart of repentance, while those who despise the gods and have no intention of repentance will be punished." Speaking of punishment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his smile became even more sickly.

"This is a seven-day flood."

The Flood washed the earth, and even mankind was washed clean.

"Hmm." Shuji Tsushima reprimanded, "Did you hear that, Slug-kun?"

"I heard." Zhong Yuan replied coldly, "This guy is anti-human."

His answer was as concise as ever, but Shuji Tsushima laughed so hard that his stomach twitched and ached.

"Exquisite answer, Mr. Slug." He said to Fyodor again, "Understood, you are here to cleanse people, just right, it does not conflict with my purpose."

"Wait, wait." Zhong Yuanzhong also felt bad, "What purpose do you have?"

"It was just decided." Shuji Tsushima said, "I want to see people's dead state."

"what?"

"The state of a person before death." He said, "It's not like you don't know that I am very interested in danger, weird things, and challenges involving life and death. These extraordinary events are like the gears of Caton. Society is a pendulum that moves precisely, and only the stalled gears make noise and errors."

"I love the gears, I love the death and tragedy they bring."

Nakahara also cut and said: "Okay, I see, you two lunatics can just get together, it's none of my business." He warned Shuji Tsushima, "Stay away from the doctor, he is my object of protection, you If you rush over, I'll beat you up."

Shuji Tsushima just laughed and didn't speak.

"Just to ask." Shuji Tsushima asked Fyodor, "Why do you learn Japanese?"

[ah? ]

Central Plains also thought: [Inexplicable. ]

"I saw a man in Siberia," said Fyodor. "He was like a god."

"Really?" Shuji Tsushima announced with a smile, "Let's go together, Mr. Slug, and leave him in a pool of blood."

"what?"

[What kind of person is like a god? ]

"He is a good boy like a god." For a moment, Shuji Tsushima heard someone whispering in his ear.

I only saw my own cowardice, timidity and ugliness.

……

Karamazov searched every corner of the ship, but failed to figure out the source of the huge explosion.

"You told me that the ship was not damaged and did not touch the reef?" His eyes were shining green, like a direwolf running wild in the north. The captain was stared at by Karamazov, and cold sweat dripped drop by drop, he said, " Sorry, we didn't find anything wrong."

Karamazov let out a snort, and the crew next to the captain, probably a sailor, melted before he even let out a scream.

Melting means that the figure is like an ice sculpture, roasted by the fire, and he melts into a puddle of water. The water does not ripple on the cabin floor, but evaporates into water vapor and disappears.

The room was suddenly silent, and only the slight "buzzing" sound of the ship's operation could be heard. Suddenly, the first mate and the captain heard the miserable screams of the souls of their colleagues, and soon, even the screams disappeared.

"Keep looking." Karamazov's cheeks were pale, but his lips became ruddy. He finally didn't look like a solemn wax figure. "There must be something wrong." He glanced at the people present and said, "You don't want to be eaten either, do you?" .”

"..."

"Kangdang—" He slammed the door and went out.

……

Under normal circumstances, eating away the remaining life of a person can give Karamazov a single day of life.

People are the most ordinary people, the bottom of the society, ordinary toilers, if the person who signs the contract with him is a big man, the mainstay of the country, he can live longer.

It's a pity that the lifespan brought to him by the sailor is now less than a few hours. He is sure that there is something wrong with his body function, or...

"Mr. Karamazov." He was thinking, but the human voice interrupted his thinking. He turned around and saw a rather young man. Osamu Dazai smiled at him. It couldn't be said that the smile was malicious or anything else.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, sir," said Karamazov.

"Of course." Osamu Dazai asked, "I just want to know one thing."

"Book, is it on the boat?"

[Book. ]

Karamazov's smile was split.

There are always people who don't open which pot and which pot to lift.

"I don't understand you, sir," he said.

"That's a pity." Osamu Dazai pointed out, "I thought you must know."

Karamazov is a life born from a book.

This is a secret that only he knows.

July 7, over.