disqualified hero

Human beings will explore their own origins.

In general, the content of the origin includes where a person came from, where he went, and what he is doing now.As we all know, people come from the mother's womb and go to the dust. What they do right now is to live.

Karamazov was different. When he opened his eyes for the first time, what he saw was not the ceiling of the delivery room, let alone the white dress of the nurse. He saw the top of the cabin and the vast sea outside the window. The sailors walked on the deck with their shoulders crossed. Smoking a pipe with the captain, the ship's former owner looked at him ingratiatingly and asked if he could disembark at the next port.

Karamazov's mind was blank, too much information flooded into his mind, they were more chaotic than tangled hair, the hourglass representing life quietly appeared in his pocket, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis, for I have a shorter survival time than the dying old man.

"I've bought this boat for you, sir." The man made a dirty high-pitched voice, "Please allow me to disembark at the next town." He yelled twistedly in his heart: [You go with the ghost ship of hell die. ]

Unbelievably, Karamazov heard the voice of the other party, even if it was only for a short moment, whether it was the sharp high-pitched voice or the inner voice, it made him very uncomfortable, so the man stretched out his hand to cover one temple.

Seeing his appearance, the captain finally stopped smoking, and said softly, "Sir, it seems very uncomfortable."

"Is it seasick?"

"No, how come, it looks more like a migraine."

"Then, do you want to call a doctor?"

"Wait a little longer, they haven't settled yet."

[very noisy. ]

[It's so noisy. ]

He felt that his head was about to be crushed by an elephant, and the buzzing mosquitoes twisted into a rope, entered from the left ear, and rolled in his brain, the mosquitoes in his head were rampant, buzzing, buzzing, His brainstem, brain marrow, and brain matter were mixed together and almost flowed out of the right ear hole.

"Mr. Karamazov!"

"Mr. Karamazov!"

One by one, one by one.

[Be quiet! ]

The whites of his eyes turned red, his hands clasped his head tightly like eagle claws, the veins on the back of his hands looked like raised ravines, and the golden scale was placed abruptly behind the man. The captain's mate and other people present were stunned by the accident They didn't know where the balance came from. Some people remembered the name of the supernatural being, and they were very vigilant about the inexplicable appearance of the balance.

When the captain was young, he encountered people with supernatural powers. In the Somali waters, the islands that came out of the chaotic area were extremely courageous. A small speedboat, a few missiles, and five people dared to rob merchant ships. The indelible disaster is not caused by small broken ships and crude missiles, but by supernatural abilities.

"Be on alert—" the captain summoned the order, and he couldn't forget the fire that soared into the sky and the pirates' rampant laughter when he was young.

Karamazov was manipulated by supernatural powers. He held the parchment in his hand and walked forward unsteadily. The captain confirmed that the parchment also appeared suddenly.

The stupid businessman offered his fortune in exchange for wealth. He didn't understand how much "everything" was. Karamazov put the parchment on the left side, picked up the box at his feet, and dumped the contents on the right side of the scale. , so many diamonds!One by one refracted bright light under the light, the businessman screamed in surprise, he started as a gem dealer, no one knows the value of this stone better than him.

[So hot. ]

The businessman rushed to the golden balance desperately, and the scene was reflected on Karamazov's retina. He didn't know what he was doing, but just followed the timing of the supernatural power, and stretched out his right hand, as if he was grabbing something.

"Patta—" His fists were clenched tightly, and the water was caught in his hands.

No, not water, but people who have become water.

"!"

The captain turned his horrified eyes to Karamazov, who was right next to him. He could clearly see what happened just now. His former client was crushed and turned into a puddle of water. , while the latter, with a rosy complexion and clear eyes, looks like a shark that is satisfied with a meal.

[I see. ] After a large amount of vitality was filled into the body, Karamazov's chaotic brain also functioned smoothly, and he suddenly knew the ins and outs of himself, his life experience, and his supernatural powers.

[I was born from a book. ]

[Lonely, with no one to rely on, even the length of life must be earned back with supernatural powers. ]

[There is no my name or past on the land, I was born on the vast sea, and this is my starting point. ] He told himself, [Definitely not my end. ]

……

[The book is a secret. ]

[A secret that few people know. ]

Karamazov remained calm. He opened his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him. He had inquired about the backgrounds of the [-] guests on board, and each ticket was specially marked. It will appear at the auction. What he cares most about is the tickets that were intercepted halfway. The people who took over them are secret desperadoes, and it will take more time to find out their identities.

The ticket in Osamu Dazai’s hand belongs to the Japanese government agency, so the young man in front of him must be a government spy. Judging from Karamazov’s shallow understanding of the spy, this group of people should be indifferent and good at forbearance , it is unwise to directly ask the person concerned, unless he has other calculations.

He gave a formulaic smile: "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Dazai acted like a jerk, and said with an "I get it" look, "Ah, yes, I get it, it's a secret right, a secret that won't be revealed until the last day."

[No, of course not. ] Karamazov thought, [I am the creation of the book, it is my God, if I get the book, I can change my destiny. ]

Why did he struggle to support his life through trading.

"Which book are you talking about?" Karamazov pretended to be puzzled, "The original Da Vinci, the first edition of the Encyclopedia, or do you like JK Rowling? Her book was sold yesterday, and it's still a signed copy, good father Will use it to coax children."

"It's a pity." Osamu Dazai shook his head regretfully, "My child doesn't like reading fairy tales, not just fairy tales, even science fiction. He just likes classics from all over the world."

Karamazov said carefully: "He is a boy with good taste."

"That's right." Osamu Dazai accepted all the compliments, "His reading choices are always good."

"It would be a pity if it wasn't for the above books." He said, "These are the known auction items."

"I didn't intend to hear your answer, sir." Osamu Dazai said, "I can only look forward to the last day, when I see that book at the auction."

"..."

"Sir, you have to know that rumors are rumors because they are never groundless. Even if the facts are far from the original version, they are always related." He emphasized vaguely, "Many of the people on this ship are Heard of the book, but also for the book."

"..."

"Then I'll go first sir, I hope to see you in tonight's auction." Osamu Dazai left, as if he got the answer he wanted.

In the following time, Karamazov searched the ship several times, but found no damage, and did not know the truth about the hourglass changing the flow rate. He reluctantly presided over the auctions on the 20th and 21st, but he was not very interested. When hanging the sword of Damocles, being able to eat well proves that he has a good mental quality.

Books, books, books, the short conversation between Dazai and him echoed in his mind over and over again. Karamazov raised his head and looked through the well-arranged dining table. He saw Dazai's furry head, and the youth's hair was thin and soft. He barely combed his hair, let alone used hairspray to grab loose strands from his forehead, which was out of place with the rest of the restaurant.

He was wearing a black suit, talking and laughing happily with Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who were about the same age.

Karamazov knew Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, and knew that he was a dangerous person.

His gaze was like a torch, and it hit Osamu Dazai like a searchlight. The latter felt it. He raised his head and raised his glass to Karamazov.

Karamazov had no choice but to marvel at Osamu Dazai's precise intuition, and had to raise a goblet full of red wine to salute him.

"What are you looking at?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko asked.

"An old friend," he said, "I'm saying hello to him."

Hearing the word "old friend", Shibusawa Ryuhiko also raised his eyebrows, his curiosity soared, and he followed his gaze.

"Karamazov?" he said. "Are you friends?"

"It may be my unilateral opinion." Osamu Dazai rested his chin, "The first time he saw me was probably..." He counted the days, today is July 7, "Six days ago."

"The day I got on the boat." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said.

"Yes."

"Then how can it be called an old friend?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko took a whole apple and put it in his hand to play with, "Even if it was old friends at first sight, it would be too much."

"Let's put it this way." Osamu Dazai took a cup of ice cream for himself, "A writer, wouldn't he call his characters old friends?"

"There is also someone I have been in love with for a long time, another author, director, etc. across the book."

"Spiritual communication." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko still lacked interest.

"Yes, that's right, spiritual communication."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Look, from my point of view, I have known him for a long time. I know Karamazov's life, I know the ghost ship, the past, the present, and the future, I know all of those." He said something meaningful If you don't know, look at Karamazov, the other people, tables, and chairs in the middle have all disappeared, and there is only one person in his eyes.

Is he a human being?

"Sounds amazing." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's expression was still the same, whether it was subtle or lacking in interest.

"Right." Dazai said.

"If you can know everything, you are not a human being, but a god, a god."

"Who says no." Said the young man who showed a similar smirk to him.