disqualified hero

From the 23rd to the 24th, the parchment that was connected with the fake book became bright, gray, and bright again. Osamu Dazai looked at it for a few times and stopped looking at it. Shuji Tsushima looked at it and asked, "Are they all the same as Edmond? "

Osamu Dazai chuckled and said, "No way." He wrapped his hands around the hair on his temples, "Mr. Karamazov is not a fool, nor is everyone going crazy after seeing the book, and he will exchange all his property. There must be someone Carefully set aside part of the wealth, and then think about it after the test has come to nothing." Osamu Dazai said, "At this time, they should want to find out who else made a deal with Karamazov, and what the deal was about."

"The next step may be an espionage war, an intellectual confrontation."

"However." He turned around and said, "There must be a few people who donate everything regardless. You can take a look when you go out for dinner. According to your previous description, even if you are eaten by the owner of the ship, there is a gradual process. What's more, too many people missing in a short period of time is not a good signal, anyway, today is only the 25th, and there are still a few days before reaching the shore, he can wait until he disembarks before eating people."

Osamu Dazai smiled lowly. There was no doubt that there was some kind of dark and mocking emotion in his smile. Shuji Tsushima thought, who was he mocking, Karamazov or the person who bought the book?

"If," Shuji Tsushima said, "if the book is real, would there be something equivalent to him in the world?"

"Hey?" Osamu Dazai said, "Why do you ask that, do you think books don't exist?"

Shuji Tsushima was tired and nauseous, even a little nauseous. He figured out the reason for his desire to vomit: extraordinary psychological pressure and a strong sense of being oppressed. He was not born to be oppressed. From a certain day on, he I feel that every sentence that Osamu Dazai said is mocking myself, and it is a disapproval and distrust of myself.

In front of Osamu Dazai, he was weak and powerless.

"Of course." He said lazily, "Books definitely exist, but he doesn't have that many in his hand, at most a few pages, maybe not even a single page."

Dazai teased him again: "Isn't there a single page? Didn't he..."

"It's a different ability." Shuji Tsushima forcefully interrupted Osamu Dazai, "My eyes are not for display, although I don't know how he did it, it should be combined with a powerful person with a different ability, and at the same time use the creation Illusions and the ability to control the five senses. When the iceberg struck, I was staggering, and you sat firmly on the chair, and the hand holding the pen did not tremble. No matter how powerful you are, it is impossible to overcome gravity, unless it is Mr. Slug himself. In your heart, even if I can't find all these?" In the end, Shuji Tsushima's words became sharper, he was almost questioning, but Osamu Dazai was at a loss when faced with the child's aggressive tone.

He lowered his voice and said, "Of course I didn't think that way."

Osamu Dazai actually doesn't know how to get along with children.

There are many people with high scores and low abilities in society, especially geniuses. There are always omissions in the world. Osamu Dazai is a genius who guesses people's hearts. If he has the heart, he can make anyone fall in love with him.

But he used to only get along with his peers and people older than himself. He had never raised a child before, and he didn't know what the child thought.

He knows that adults can tease children, such as taking lollipops and toys, asking "do you want it, do you want it" in front of children, and writing "teaching" is more funny. The problem of mental retardation also stems from a similar mentality.

If you really want to say, it is common for children to be angry because they are underestimated, but Osamu Dazai is more cautious because of Shuji Tsushima's anger.

It is a common but deformed father-son relationship.

Seeing him like this, Shuji Tsushima didn't say anything else. They were silent for a while, and the silence in the room was chilling.

"What's going to happen next?" Shuji Tsushima asked softly, "You said you'd let me see Ji Evil?"

"That's right." Dazai said, "It's a hell of cannibalism."

……

Fyodor followed the well-meaning Russian.

Ilf Fiennes took part in the auction, and he remained silent afterwards, occasionally gazing at the parchment without saying a word, and when it was time for dinner, he let Fyodor push himself into the dining room.

"..."

"Isn't it strange." The old man's voice also smelled like he was dying, his alveoli had been poked out countless holes, and his vocal cords were like a rusty phonograph, "I have never eaten in the dining room, and you also I can guess that the useless self-esteem of the elderly, at my age, the body will always tend to decay, and neither money nor technology can save it."

Ferdor is still downcast, he is the best listener, especially during the lurking period, Ilf Fiennes does not regard him as an outsider, and never avoids him when eating, he is responsible for helping the other party to remove the sticky rice. Paste on a plate, as well as various nutrient solutions, he has no teeth, and the dentures are not so much for chewing, but more like decorations to decorate the facade. In order to prove that he still has teeth, as for the favorite drink of the Russians, he is fragile. The stomach can't handle low-alcohol alcohol, let alone vodka.

The big wheels crushed the subway and moved forward slowly. The waiter asked the two: "Do you need help?" He asked Ilf Fiennes, and Fyodor was not seen.

"No need." The old man refused.

The wheelchair is manual, not the smart wheelchair that is commonly used in recent years, and the child pushes it very hard.

After entering the restaurant, many people saw Ilf Fiennes. The young Russian nobleman greeted him with his head bowed: "Greetings, Mr. Ivan." Ivan is a common Russian name, If any name can represent a country, Ivan is one.

The old man raised his eyelids, as if to greet him.

He sat and ate with young Russian nobles, heirs of the tsar, European earls, and Japanese tycoons, discussing issues such as oil and steel. Before them, there were aperitifs and exquisitely plated food, and his collaborators knew all about it. , Mr. Ivan has a quirk and likes to eat at the same table with young people. He said, "Seeing young people feasting in front of me, it seems that my appetite has improved."

"They're playing," Ivan said privately to Fyodor. "Pleasant dinner."

Fyodor rolled his eyes.

"This is the power of power." The old man is very kind. He teaches the children he has never met, as if he is teaching his grandson. The smart child occasionally thinks [Why is he so interested in me? lonely?Or is it that he wants people to surround him, but he doesn't want them to please him like a dog]?

To this day, Fyodor still does not know why Ivan brought him by his side.

"Zola's complexion is very bad." Ivan said weakly. Zola was from the next table and had met him once. "His face is too pale, like a ghost."

"Maybe it's not suitable for the climate on board," someone answered enthusiastically. "It's more likely that you haven't had a good rest for two or three days in a row. You know, the recent situation makes it difficult to sleep."

"Really?" said the old man, "but I don't think it's right. Zola is going to die, just like an old man like me, exuding old spirit. I'm not a person with supernatural powers. Listen carefully to the footsteps of Death." He looked at Zola's almost transparent skin in the sun again, and grinned.

There was a silence for a while, and then they complimented Mr. Ivan on his keen senses, and then began to discuss other matters.

"If you want me to say, the book shouldn't be in the world at all." The European cut the steak gracefully, and he was able to speak while performing the movements of his hands. "It's too powerful, and it's too much." The man disapproved, " With just a few lines of writing, it's easy to kill people and it's impossible to prevent, it's enough to turn the world upside down."

"The world is already chaotic enough." Someone said, "When people with supernatural powers showed their heads and feet, the world went crazy for a while, and many people were sent to the stake."

They said that many years ago, in the Middle Ages, people would send witches and heretics to the stake. According to modern calculations, the legendary witches are actually people with supernatural powers. In addition, there are scientists and the like. People with power, human beings are instinctively afraid of unknown power.

"Do you think books and people with supernatural powers are the same thing?" The Japanese chaebol said, he was smiling, and you could only see the gentleness, courtesy and thrift of the Yamato people from his face, which was clearly provocative, but his tone was mild.

"Is not it?"

"No, if you really want to say it, the scope of the book's attack is worldwide." Another person said, "It is acceptable to stir up the world and destroy cities, but if there are fanatics who write in the book that the missile systems of various countries have failed , All bullets fired."

"—Wouldn't that be a crime against humanity?"

"Kang, bang, bang—" the silver fork tapped three times on the glassware.

"bang bang bang-"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen." Mr. Ivan held a fork in his right hand, his voice, I'm sorry, can you describe his voice as "destroyed", Mr. Japanese chaebol all thought sarcastically, he heard the rusty saw The sound of pulling on the iron block is, frankly speaking, really unpleasant.

"You're gentlemen, gentlemen," Ivan said. "Keep calm, keep your senses."

"I'm sorry, sir." Someone apologized kindly, "We just think that the world of books is harmful to most people."

"Then do you want to stop this?" Ivan asked.

"..." There was a cold scene.

"No, you're joking, sir," he said. "I'm just making a silly point."

……

"It's time to talk, Fyodor." Mr. Ivan returned to the room, called the doorman, lifted himself out of the wheelchair, and put him on a soft bed. His weight was so light that The mattress wasn't too sunken, "Look at you, you're like a puppet, no matter how many thoughts you have, they're all stuck in your heart."

"Silence is a noble virtue. From this point of view, you are truly a nobleman."

Fyodor came to him like a ghost, Ivan put his skeletal hands on the edge of the bed, and now the child covered his warm paws with his cold hands.

"What to say," he said. "There's nothing to say."

"Bring me the parchment, Fyodor," the old man ordered casually, and he added, "Zola is dying, and it seems he has exchanged books." He said, "How naive, even the book A page or a paragraph of text in a book cannot be exchanged by human beings, and there is a fundamental difference between the qualities of humans and gods."

"Do you think no one can get the book?" asked Fyodor, who recognized Mr. Ivan's erudition.

"No one can get a book in exchange, my child," said the skeleton. "Read more, think more, and don't act until the end, whatever you want to do."

"Patience is a more important virtue than silence."

Fyodor said: "Are you dying?"

"what?"

"I've heard a saying that before death, even the most evil people will say kind words. It may have come from the ancient eastern country. I really can't figure out what made you burst out to teach me No matter how you look at it, you are a very sinful person, would such a person have interest in caring about young children?"

"Ha-ha." Mr. Ivan smiled, "cough...cough, don't you think teaching you is a good deed?"

"That is inevitable," he said. "I have a god in my heart."

"Okay, fine, you just need to stick to your ideals." Mr. Ivan said, "You can take it as my whim, anyway, we, most of the living people, cannot walk off this ship with two legs. "

"I knew from the moment rumors about the book leaked that this was a ship sailing toward death."

……

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[14]

Shuji Tsushima was bored.

It took him a day to look around the cabin. Theoretically, there were [-] guests on this ship, but he only saw [-] of them. Over and over again in and out of banquet halls, gambling establishments, and other venues.

People can't use common sense to infer Shuji Tsushima's memory. There is a memory palace in his brain. Anyone who Shuji Tsushima has seen can clearly remember their faces, so he sorted the faces he saw today. Of the 502 faces, more than 14 gave themselves to Karamazov.

After seven o'clock in the evening, he stayed in the bar for a long time. The first few days were fine, people were standing or sitting with a glass of wine in their hands, talking about the changes in the world, but as time passed, human beings became ugly. When Tsujima Shuji came here today, the bar had already become a hell of unrestrained behavior. Countless men and women were in it, looking forward, there was a rustling sound coming from behind the curtains, and the high-pitched strings overwhelmed the groans and groans.

"Hello!" Nakahara Chuya's voice came from behind, his blue eyes were clear and bright, like two bright stars in the night, he didn't care about anything, "catching mackerel will smell fishy on your hands" , his right hand turned into iron tongs, forcibly wrapped Shuji Tsushima's hand, dragged him out of the house, walked outside the bar, and spent a lot of effort to close the wooden door. Look at the heavy wooden door, even if the door is engraved with Han Even Murabi's Code would not feel that it was losing its majesty, but the inside of the door was full of smog.

"Are you free?" He wished he could open Shuji Tsushima's head to see what was inside, "Do you know how disgusting those guys are inside, they..." Nakahara Nakaya is not cheeky enough in this regard Hou, he couldn't continue, he just summed up briefly, "The unlucky guy who bought the Russians also came here to play, you still don't understand what it means?"

"Actually." Shuji Tsushima said, "Many uncles have already approached me just now." He smiled after speaking, Nakahara really wanted to open his head.

"Where is Mr. Dazai?" he asked, "Does he know you wandered here?"

"You're joking again, is it really impossible for slugs to understand human thinking?" Shuji Tsushima said, "He doesn't care where you wander."

"Don't talk about this." Shuji Tsushima said, "I saw several people just now, and they may have followed the path of the miserable Mr. Emond."

"what……"

"The color of human skin is different under the light. When the inside of the human body gradually becomes succulent, the skin will also show different colors. They look like dangling water polo under the light." He said, "But also It will only become like this in the later stage, and in the early stage, it is still not obvious."

"Hey, what's going on, why is the door closed!" The door that was just closed by Zhongya Zhongya was opened again, and the two waiters who opened the door endured the curses from the guests, and a slightly fat middle-aged man staggered out. The flesh on his stomach swayed as soon as he walked. The lights in the aisle were much brighter than those in the bar. Nakahara also looked at him with a feeling, and finally understood what Shuji Tsushima meant. Under the orange light, he very different.

There are transparent water ripples on the skin.

Shuji Tsushima said: "So far, there are 14 people who have entered the advanced stage. This is just what I have seen. I guess most of the seriously ill should lock themselves in the room instead of going out to have fun, to prove I am not weak, he is a terminal patient, Mr. Slug, you understand what I mean." He said, "He is a balloon, if you stick it with a pointed object, it will leak."

As he said that, Shuji Tsushima took out a fork from his pocket, Nakahara was also a little confused, he thought: [Hey, no, what is this guy going to do?A fork, he wouldn't be...] He looked at the fork uncertainly, the pointed end was polished smooth, and there was a cold light flickering, can this thing hurt people?Of course, it is unknown whether it can penetrate into the muscle, but the skin, the human surface is very fragile, and it is absolutely no problem to poke through the skin with it.

The fork flew outward with a "swish", Zhong Yuanzhong didn't stop it, God knows if he didn't react or something else, the unlucky ghost who wandered out of the bar didn't expect the disaster to come, he still walked forward with difficulty, Like a waddling penguin.

[This guy is absolutely insane. ]

[Someone will see it, definitely someone...]

[Wait, surveillance camera. ]

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked up, only to find that the surveillance cameras had stopped working. There should have been green lights flashing on the machine, but now the lights were off.

"It's so funny, Slug-kun." Shuji Tsushima let out a series of laughs. To be honest, Nakahara also thought his laughter was crazy, and it was reasonable to say it was sick. Shima Shuji's expression was pale and weird. The nerves in his eyes were beating. This person was very excited. In stark contrast to his bloodless skin, his lips were bright red with blood flowing under the film. Looking at the back of his hands and wrists, the veins are protruding and prominent.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked forward, the fork tip did not feel resistance, and it sank smoothly into the man's skin. The position where it sank was the back of the neck, where there was no clothing to cover it, but the scene that appeared next surprised him even more. The fork did not stop at the back of the neck, but went all the way forward, bathed in thin liquid, and pierced through the front neck again, so the person was pierced by a fork, and the fork went straight forward again, forward Flying staggeringly, the force of the thrower was not too strong, not enough for it to sink into the wooden door, and when it was lifted to the wall, it simply fell to the ground.

"Pfft-"

"Pfft-"

Shuji Tsushima has seen a documentary about the brewing process of Spanish apple beer. Finally, the wine is stored in a large wooden barrel. When people need to receive beer, they use a dagger to open a hole in the beer barrel, and the wine can’t wait to flow out. There was a sound of squeezing the air, and now a similar sound came from the person, the light yellow liquid mixed with blood, pus, and fat spewed out in all directions, and the liquid splashed so far that he Had to step back a few steps in a row, they were too smelly, Shuji Tsushima didn't want his clothes to be stained at all.

He laughs silently, his body is trembling, his vocal cords are constantly oppressed, his dantian is too painful, it hurts from laughing, Tsushima Shuji doesn't know why he is so happy, he is thinking about his guardian, will Dazai Osamu guess? Until this day, his longing for life and death rose to the extreme, and he did the most taboo thing for the other party.

Thinking of Osamu Dazai's ugly face, he laughed from the depths of his soul and let out a hearty voice.

"Crazy." Nakahara cursed in a low voice, then grabbed Tsushima Shuji's hand regardless, and dragged him to run.

He used his own supernatural ability, as long as the camera lenses on the road were destroyed by gravity first, no one saw them, and no one knew that Shuji Tsushima killed them.

Zhong Yuan didn’t actually do anything, but at this moment, when they were running away, they became an accomplice, and he dragged people to think: “After I take this lunatic to a safe place, I will definitely regret it, who cares?” What to do, let him die there. ]

But he just couldn't do this kind of thing, couldn't just watch Shuji Tsushima commit suicide in front of him.

Two people, fled away.

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