disqualified hero

The rainstorm is coming.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had the window open, the hatch was too small, only a circle bigger than his head, and the child's skull was very small.

"100 years ago, the windows of the Titanic were as big as it." Mori Ogai walked to the side of Nakahara Nakaya leisurely with a cup of coffee in his hand. I heard that the isolation window is made of tempered glass. Because it is tempered glass, not only is it not afraid of wind and rain, but it is also not fragile enough to transmit sound.

"In other words, it hasn't evolved in 100 years, right?" Zhong Yuanzhong also asked incredulously.

"Well." Mori Ogai said, "It's not necessary, you see, you can go to the deck to see the scenery, as long as the decoration in the cabin is luxurious enough, no one will pursue the scenery from the window." He said, "And Small windows can also reduce risks. Look at the small windows on the side of the plane. Isn’t it the size of a human face? Small windows can reduce pressure, which may be the reason.” He said, “I’m not good at physics. If it’s wrong, pretend I didn’t say it.”

"In contrast, if people pursue something, care about something, and have some interests to pursue, they will evolve very quickly." He said, "This is the nature of human beings." He finished his coffee and put the ceramic cup into the sink , "Mr. Zhongye, do you want to go to the cabin? It's boring to stay in the room all day, right? It's raining outside again, and the mood will be gloomy when the weather is bad. Let's find some Eat something, and look at people by the way." He said, "Anyway, my goal has been achieved, and the target product is also in hand. I have nothing to buy, so it's better to watch other people shop."

[Shopping. ] Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the word was used incorrectly, and he said, "Hey, talking about shopping is too exaggerated."

"Does shopping sound inferior to auctions to you?"

Zhong Yuan slammed his mouth and said, "Of course."

"That's not right, Chuya-kun." Mori Ogai smiled Mimi, "Whether it's auctions or shopping, in essence, it's consumption, right? Have you ever heard of consumer psychology?"

Nakahara also replied: "No." He occasionally felt that he was not brought out as a bodyguard. Mori Ogai often became his teacher and taught him things that he could not learn in the slums.

Although his glasses teacher in the slum is knowledgeable, what he taught him was culture and common sense, and Mori Ogai—Nakahara Chuya thought that Mori Ogai might be teaching him how to figure out people's hearts and how to become a qualified leader .

If he doesn't feel wrong.

"Let's take a look at the representation example first," he spread his hands, "What kind of psychology will people be driven to buy the goods they need."

[Ha, what is that? ]

"Face psychology, herd psychology, admiration psychology, showing off psychology, comparison psychology, price give way..." He quoted a series of proper nouns, and opened the door as he spoke, Zhong Yuanzhong could only follow Mori Ogai , Listen to him, and then protect him every step of the way.

"By using consumer psychology, you can sell more goods in a limited time." He came to a conclusion that the Central Plains hadn't seen, "The owner of the ghost ship, Mr. Karamazov, has been in the The technique of promoting consumption has been studied and achieved fruitful results, the atmosphere of the auction yesterday was quite enthusiastic, not only the previous items were looted, but the goods after a few days were all on the stage."

[ha? ]

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt strange.

"It's a little urgent." Mori Ogai was lost in thought, "Or does he want to launch the rest of the goods grandly?"

He took Chuya Nakahara to walk, turned left, turned right, and walked straight. He met many people on the road, most of whom he met in the banquet hall. The relationship with Mori Ogai can be said to be nodding acquaintances, but they all smiled and greeted , Let’s talk about the weather again, he is familiar with him like an old friend for many years, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw it and didn’t say anything, just kept everything in his heart carefully, but he knew that he would never be such a person, and he didn’t need to , do not want to be.

He and Mori Ogai also passed by a few houses, and Mori Ogai glanced sideways, only to see a thick wooden door, such a brown door, which blocked everything, including people's probing sight: "Behind this door Is it Your Excellency Mitsubishi?"

Your Excellency Mitsubishi is Japanese, and the ghost ship set sail from Japan, but there are quite a few Asian faces on board, accounting for about one-third, and more people are from other countries in the same ocean area, and the Japanese who have tickets are also Not everyone is well-known, Mori Ogai thinks he is well-informed, and he can easily recognize them when they meet in front of the stage.

This auction is of great significance. After people board the ship, the communication channel with the ship will be completely cut off. Those who come up must be wealthy and have the absolute right to speak at home, and those who go to publicize are often just Just a handsome and peaceful puppet.

Mitsubishi is one of the few companies in Japan where the head is in front of the stage. It is said that it started as a heavy industry, and has developed into a modern industry that has involved all walks of life. Not to mention Mori Ogai, even the Central Plains are separated by barbed wire. The billboard of another world in Yokohama, the gray hair of the middle-aged man, the majesty and kindness of the face, and the successful style of his gestures are imprinted in people's hearts.

On board, Mori Ogai even had several conversations with Mr. Mitsubishi.

"I've seen Mr. Mitsubishi's documentary." Right now Mori Ogai is stroking his smooth chin again, and Nakahara Nakahara also thinks that the other party's expression at the moment is very much like a fox, and he is an old and cunning fox, with sly rays of light from his eyes from time to time leaked out.

Most of the time, Mori Ogai is indifferent to everyone.

"Documentary?"

"Big people always like to make personal documentaries, especially business giants." Mori Ogai said, staring at the thick wooden door, "They also like to label themselves."

"Tag." Zhong Yuan also remembered, "For example, massage the octopus for four to ten minutes."

"No, that's not a business giant, it's Ono Jiro." Mori Ogai stroked the tip of his hair, "But Chuya-kun has grasped the essence, the so-called labeling is like this, doing things that ordinary people can't do, and Let everyone remember." He said, "Mr. Mitsubishi is also similar. He has a strong desire to control time to the point of insanity. He gets up at the same time every day, eats breakfast at the same time, takes a walk at the same time, and Working on time, just like Kant who wrote the "Critique of Pure Reason."

"Because I have watched the documentary, I will pay special attention to the time when I see Mr. Mitsubishi. As a result, I found that he really walked out of the room at seven o'clock every day to go to the restaurant for dinner."

"However, I haven't seen this kind of scene for two days. Not only did I not see him eating, I didn't even meet him in the casino, the deck, or other places where Mr. Mitsubishi would appear. Isn't it strange?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also sharply said: "He disappeared?"

"Hmm." Mori Ogai said ambiguously, "Do you know what this ship we are on?"

"Ah." He suddenly heard the voice of Chuya Zhongyuan, it was very low, it hardly seemed like a child could say, "I know."

"?" Mori Ogai gave him an extra look. "I've had a vague feeling since I got on the boat." His voice was so low that only he could hear it, "It's a living thing."

"This ship is a living thing."

Just like the Rage God lurking inside him.

……

April 7

21: 00pm

"Get out." Osamu Dazai drew out his voice coquettishly, "Get out, get out." He was sitting on the carpet, and the child was lying on the bed. The relationship between the two was clearly dominated by adults, but it was reversed at this time got one.

"If you go out, it's not interesting." Shuji Tsushima was listless, he was not very interested, "The auction went on for several days, and every day I could only see the uncle performing on the stage like a monkey, and people curled up in their I can’t see anything in my room.” He turned over a page of the book and said, “At least in a few days, let’s go to the auction when the goods are at a higher level.” He didn’t attend the auction yesterday.

"The product has changed." Osamu Dazai unfolded the auction list full of products, "This, this, and that were all sold yesterday." He said, "It should be sold in a few days, but It was sold early, why—"

"..." Shuji Tsushima raised his eyes and scanned the pictures of various products. He was silent for a while, with thousands of thoughts in his mind, and finally said, "Why."

"Ok?"

"Why did you insist on taking me on the ghost ship, and why did you call me to watch the auction?" Shuji Tsushima asked.

"There is no reason." Osamu Dazai smiled, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago, I said, I want to show you the evil in the world." His current expression can undoubtedly be described as "scary", it makes ordinary people feel scared Shuji Tsushima always thought in his heart, "He is a good man" and "He is a person of order and justice". In fact, it is not like that at all. Anyone who knows Osamu Dazai will be afraid of this man. You see , he can actually do anything, even if he acts for a just purpose, the process is often not aboveboard.

In particular, he has no bottom line.

How can such a man not be feared?Only Shuji Tsushima would think that he is a good person, a kind person who cannot accept evil.

If the Chief Farmer knows Shuji Tsushima's thoughts, he will silently complain in his heart, "It's because he wears an 800-meter-thick filter that he has such a horrible idea. How much does this kid like Dazai-kun, and deep down in his heart?" How much I adore him."

"Let's go." He said to Osamu Dazai, "Just go and have a look."

……

"Fyodor, Fyodor." The dying old man was sitting in a wheelchair. He was haggard, his eyeballs were sunken in the blue-black eye sockets, his cheekbones were high, and there were still a few strands of hair left limply against his scalp. You can see that his teeth are all gone. Now the teeth in his mouth are white and neat, and they are all false teeth.Looking at his figure, he is really too thin. There is only skin on the outside of his bones, and he wants to wear a suit on top of the skin. The clothes are specially made, and they fit well on him. Clothes, like hanging sacks on the body.

Mr. Ilf Fiennes is different from Mr. Emond, the short-lived ghost. He is a Russian. To be precise, he is a descendant of the great aristocrats that have existed since the Tsarist era. He has completed commercial transformation before the advent of modern times. His family has rich mineral deposits. There is also the oil field. He is both a nobleman and an old capitalist. It has become a habit to serve oneself like a servant.

Fyodor was a son of a nobleman, he knew it right away.

"He came back from Siberia." The cabin was very warm, but Fyodor was coughing. He coughed a lot, and his alveoli were about to be torn.

"The wind is so cold there, snow is no different from a knife, and brown bears in the forest can't survive on the ice, let alone people." He said, "My young stepmother died in northern Siberia, with my father. Turned into dry bones, you can come back from Northern Siberia, but become weaker, and your vitality is really tenacious."

"Yes." Fyodor replied, "People who don't want to die are very stubborn in life." He said, "You didn't die either."

"I have unfinished business," Ilf Fiennes said.

"Then I have it too," said Fyodor.

"Then we are all the same." Skeleton said, he smiled, showing a few crooked teeth at the corners of his shriveled mouth, "Come on kid, help me push the wheelchair, follow me during this time, I can let you see many things , to see what you alone cannot see."

"Hey——" Fyodor didn't have much strength. He sighed meaninglessly at the man who controlled the lifeblood of Russia's economy, the moth that corrupted the government, and the source of Russia's chaos, and pushed the wheelchair forward.

"—"

"—"

The wheels rolled over the carpet without any sound.

……

"The long-lost treasure will debut today." On a black stage, searchlights, and a dark suit, Karamazov opened his arms wide, trying to embrace the sky. His body language was rich and full of emotion, and his eyes were firmly held by him.

"Look at him." Dazai's box today was hung above Karamazov, and he and Shuji Tsushima stood watching the performance, pointing fingers through the glass, "Like a theater actor."

[It’s okay,] Shuji Tsushima thought coldly, [If you want to be a drama actor, you can do it more successfully than him. ]

"I got a priceless treasure during the last trip." "Ben", the special quantifier made some people raise their eyebrows halfway.

"I think my friends have heard of it before they got on the boat, and maybe the only purpose of someone coming up is to buy the book." He said pretending to be troubled, "Obviously I have issued an order not to spread the news, but there are always people It is really ridiculous to use various means to snoop on the news, and even bring rumors of signing a non-disclosure agreement to the ground.”

Shuji Tsushima asked: "What is a book?" He hadn't heard Osamu Dazai mention it yet.

"It's a blank book, and the stories written on it will become true."

"Hey——" It's rare, Shuji Tsushima's eyes sparkled, "There is such a thing." It seemed to be very interesting to say.

"It's a legend, it's a legend." Osamu Dazai said, "It's a legend whose authenticity cannot be determined."

"You came on board for it?"

"you can say it this way."

Looking down, Karamazov's declaration caused an uproar, and the scene was very quiet, because the sound insulation of the box was so good that even if someone screamed in the box, people outside would not be able to hear it. will be found.

Osamu Dazai believed that everyone harbored evil intentions, and the words of Karamazov were against the book.

"I know that there are quite a few people present who have heard the legends, but not so many people believe in the existence of books. Therefore, I decided to conduct an experiment in public." He put his hand into the inside of the pocket, the suit pocket is not used to hold things The ones are used to attach pens to flower arrangements.

He took out a sheet of paper between two fingers, and the movement was smooth. The paper was plain white paper, folded in a square. Karamazov unfolded the paper and spread it flat on the table. He moved very carefully, as if he was afraid that if he was rude Like damaging the beauty of the paper.

"This piece of paper, which looks like an ordinary piece of paper, is actually a page of a book," he said. "According to legend, what is written on paper can become true."

"In order to convince everyone of the power of books, please allow me to tear off one of the pages and do some graffiti on it."

He said: "I don't have much right to say what kind of story I make up. If I make up a story, it is very possible to prepare it in advance. In order to prevent the possibility of me falsifying and deceiving everyone present, I am going to write the story on the pages of the book." The honorable mission of the book is randomly assigned to a guest present, he can write anything he thinks of, and will there be any reaction when he reads the book."

……

Osamu Dazai's luck has always been good.

When the selected red light stayed in front of his cabin, he showed an artificially happy expression: "It's really great."

Shuji Tsushima is very interested in books now. He heard the service staff knock on the door, and then respectfully delivered a page. Osamu Dazai felt that a page was too small, and short stories were not enough. He could only write one plot at most. , The length of the bridge section must not be too long.

What a hassle.

"Would you like to write something?" Osamu Dazai asked him.

"Then just write about the Titanic. The ship deviated from the course and went all the way, and finally saw an iceberg, and hit the iceberg with a bang." Shuji Tsushima said whimsically.

It is summer now, and it is on the high seas of Japan, where are the icebergs?

Almost as he was narrating, Dazai wrote at the same time. He left thousands of words on the letter paper, and almost restored the bridge section of the Titanic, but in the end there were no casualties, and the equipment inside the ship was not damaged.

/The weather turned fine, and there were icebergs floating on the sea. With a loud bang, the ship hit the iceberg, just like the Titanic. /

"Will it happen?" Shuji Tsushima asked.

"I don't know." Dazai replied.

"Boom—" Almost as soon as the words fell, the boat shook violently.

"The boat is sinking! The boat is sinking!" Someone shouted.

"It's an iceberg, an iceberg!"