disqualified hero

"Fyodor, Fyodor," Ivan asked, "what happened outside?"

He was lying on his back on the four-poster bed, half covered by the heavy curtains, and there was almost no light in the room, and the only small round window was cut off by a black cloth. When Dostoevsky entered, the only light source in the room It turned out to be two small dancing flames. Before he left, he lit two high-quality white candles according to Ivan's instructions. When he came back, the length of the candles was only one-third shorter.

The room was too quiet, and the floor was tiled. Even a needle would make a sound when it fell, let alone other things. There was a lot of noise outside the room. Fyodor heard women screaming, men shouting, and waiters connecting. Good words to dissuade, but the decibels are getting higher and higher.Ivan was very old, lying on the bed, dying, his hearing sensitivity was not that of a dying mummy: "Go and see what's going on outside, Ferdor." He said to the child, "Go and see , and then come back and tell me."

"It's not a big deal," Fyodor said. "Aguinasson died on the third floor. He was charged with a murder."

"Arginasson, this is a Nordic name, he... I remember he is from Iceland."

"Yes."

"How did he die?"

"A fork, thrown from behind like a dart, pierced him through the neck."

"Piercing means?"

"There are no muscles in his neck, only fluid, and his whole body is like a big water balloon." Fyodor said, "Since he died in an impromptu assassination, people present speculated that this gentleman was poisoned by an unknown poison."

"Ah." Ivan said, "Maybe he wasn't the only one poisoned."

Ferdor asked: "Can I go out?"

"what?"

"I want to get out." He said unabashedly, "Find out the rest of the poisoned people."

Ivan made a "ho" and "ho" sound. He was obviously laughing, but his vocal chords seemed to have a big hole, "It seems that you know something."

Fyodor laughed twice. People who haven’t seen him much will think that his laughter is the same as his face. You have to admit that when he plays the cello, he really looks like a holy son. You can easily catch Fyodor The image of Dole is put together with the church. He is a member of the choir. His voice is clear and holy. Flap your wings.

His laughter should fit the above fantasy, but unfortunately, in reality, the smile that pours into people's ears is like a mouse in the gutter.

"Emond was just like him before he died," he said. "It wasn't poisoning at all. They made a deal with Karamazov and gave everything."

"I understand." Ivan suddenly realized, "Are you going to tell them?"

"Yes." He said to the old man, "'The thoughts of the righteous are fair, but the schemes of the wicked are deceitful'. I have shown them the truth, and people should be grateful to me."

Ivan asked: "Do you have to quote the words of Proverbs?" The "Proverbs" written by King Solomon in his middle age was included in the "Bible", and Fyodor often used it as a witty front when speaking.

"My thoughts are the same as Proverbs," he said.

"Okay, you go." Ivan sighed, "Do what you want to do. Anyway, my old bones can't stop it, and there's no need to stop it."

When Ferdor went out, he caught several silver needles between his fingers.

……

The panic-stricken people gathered together for a small meeting. The host did not shy away from Malakazov knowing about their meeting. The leader stood on the high platform with a face full of righteous indignation. No matter what people think in their hearts, at this moment, they share the same hatred with him. Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai are standing in the corner, which is a blind spot of vision, and the camera lens can easily ignore the past. They stand here to witness an oath of unity .

[so funny. ]

"There are two urgent tasks. One is to find the murderer, and the other is to find out the truth about Mr. Ajinasson's death." Looking at it, the content of his words is just again, "Everyone knows that we are on the high seas, and we are not restricted by any laws of any country at the moment, but even so, the morality in human hearts has never been wiped out, no matter at any level. In society, killing is not allowed, especially in such a vicious and inhumane way that deprives victims of their dignity. The killer is among us. If we don’t find him, everyone is in danger. Now we must act and unite to find the murderer , bring him to justice."

Mori Ogai whispered, "The white left elite."

Dazai also whispered back: "Why didn't he tell the people on the battlefields in Iraq and North Africa?" He sneered mockingly, "Tell them that human life is at stake and killing is an unjust act."

"They started the war."

The people below cheered, jumped for joy, and clapped their hands.

"Have you checked with Karamazov?" Mori Ogai asked.

"It is said that all the camera lenses were useless, and no one was photographed at all."

"That's too bad, I think it's an excuse, some people."

"Hey, it's really bad." Mori Ogai almost laughed, "It can explain why their sense of crisis is unprecedentedly high, and there is no security at all. Otherwise, Karamazov has concealed the killer's situation, which is not impossible. ah."

Osamu Dazai sang together: "There has been a poisoning incident, and anything can happen."

The more powerful people are, the more they cherish life, and the more reluctant to die. This law can be fulfilled in most people. When the Dazai and the others whispered to each other, the rest of them had already held a small meeting efficiently and came to a conclusion Conclusion: It is not easy to find killers in a short period of time, especially because they lack the assistance of modern social technology, not to mention, who knows whether the person killed impromptuly or something else, how can he be sure that the next target is himself?

In contrast, the possible poisons are the most frightening. For the sake of their own bodies, they vowed to find the source of their needs and the cause of death, and the tragedy of poor Mr. Iceland before his death gave them a lot of hope. good tip.

——Bone and blood in the body melted into liquid.

"It's all melted into liquid, how can people live?"

"Speaking of which, is Mr. Ajinasson's brain still intact? He even had a sane conversation with me in the bar."

"Intact, the brain is still intact."

"Even if the brain is intact, how strong the water must be to replace the muscles to support the body."

"It's more likely to be a supernatural ability than poison, its unconventional way of existence."

"Extraordinary ability?"

See, this is the beauty of most of the people present here being smart people. They are good at using their brains and thinking enough, so Osamu Dazai only needs to start, and others can complete the rest.

Mori Ogai was troubled by a problem. When Dazai's mind was in a chaotic period, he didn't dare to provoke the other party with words, so he didn't say anything. Seeing him change back to his original appearance, he stood beside the crowd and observed their behavior. Ugly, I couldn't help asking: "How did you get Tsushima-kun to cooperate with you?" He could also see something, Mori Ogai is a very smart person, "Or, why did you let him do this?"

[I thought you valued the normal side of him quite a lot. ]

This is what Mori Ogai did not finish.

[It doesn’t matter whether a person is a paramecium or whether he has the value of survival. He instinctively feels Dazai’s overprotection of Shuji Tsushima. I hope she is spotless and not a mafia lady. ]

Dazai's attitude towards Shuji Tsushima somewhat implied this.

"I give up." Osamu Dazai said bluntly, "It's better to block than to be sparse."

"I should have thought that sooner or later he would have such a day. You see, people's desires are endless. Even I can't hold my destiny firmly in my hands. For example, I am a pen pal who has been communicating for many years."

[What does it have to do with pen pals? ] Mori often can't keep up with Dazai's thinking speed. He likes to say things that only he can understand.

"I thought I knew him well enough, but he suddenly had the courage to break out of his shell and meet me, not to mention whether it was a good thing or not." Dazai said, "Well, to be honest, I was shocked."

"From now on, I just feel that if a person has any idea, unless he gives up, it will take root deep in his heart, and it is only a matter of time before he breaks through the ground, and Mr. Xiuzhi, he is so young and full of vitality. There will definitely be a period of rebellion that comes early or comes late." Dazai's smile made Mori Ogai frightened, "I just provided him with the right way to vent at the right time, and I hope that after today he will learn to restrain himself instead of getting out of hand. "

Mori Ogai twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "It's terrible." He couldn't show a sympathetic smile.

"what?"

"I mean Tsushima-kun is very pitiful."

"I'm all ears."

"You see, if I realize that all my actions are expected by others, even induced, I will be afraid."

"So, I don't want Mr. Xiuzhi to know." He said softly, "You will help me keep the secret, Senior Sen?"

Mori Ogai knew that he had heard too many secrets, and those who couldn't keep them would die, so he said, "Please trust my professionalism, Dazai-kun."

"I haven't heard anything today."

[What a pity. ] He thought to himself, why did he hold the statue as a confession when Mr. Dazai was mentally unstable?People like Dazai don't like others to understand their weakness, but he is on the verge of being tense and has to confide in his heart.

[If I see him about to go crazy next time, I will stay away. ]

During their conversation, the host announced: "We need to save ourselves, and the first step is to search."

"Visit every guest on board to see if they are still well, and if unfortunately poisoned, what is the reason."

"Forcibly search."

"Oh, how pitiful."

……

"Boom boom boom——"

"Boom boom boom——"

Who is here?

It was death knocking at the door.

The needles are inserted in all directions, in the camera, in the human skull, in the human eye socket, the tall waiter at the door, poor Mr. Iceland died in an unexpected murder, Karamazov was furious, of course he didn't care about human death, It would be best if all the people on board died, but he was concerned about the time he didn’t have, and worried about being found out about the truth behind the death. So far, no one knows the meaning behind giving everything. Who would.

Human nature makes them yearn for a healthy corpse, not a piece of skin or a puddle of water.

He decided to strengthen security, especially in front of the guest's residence, there must be guards, and there must be people patrolling the aisles, walking back and forth, like hyenas.

The guests reacted differently to this. Some thought that their safety factor had been improved, while some believed that Karamazov was trying to cover up some truth. The patrolling guards played the role of surveillance, and they were even more restless.

"It's broken again!" The person in the monitoring center broke out in a cold sweat when he saw the snowflake screen that appeared suddenly, and turned back a few surveillance cameras, but found nothing. He thought the system was interfered. If that was the case, why did it need to be destroyed? The last mechanic to remind others?

"It's broken again! It's broken again! It's broken again!" Karamazov roared, his voice was louder than a lion's, and his voice was louder than that of a lion, like a raging wave crashing on the shore. If he had a mane around his neck, he would have stood up. Got up, "The bunch of trash, no, where are my overly distinguished guests?"

The second snowflake screen and the third snowflake screen appeared one after another.

"They, they divided into five groups, and marched to each floor at the same time." The person who answered stood trembling, fearing that the vicious Karamazov would swallow him.

Fortunately, his master had the last bit of sanity left, and knew that it would not be a good thing to change the battle, especially before the catastrophe loomed.

He walked up and down the room, walking up and down, thinking of ways.

[Let the waiters line up to block?No, no, that would be too obvious. ]

[Eat people directly?But if a large number of people disappeared in a short period of time, it would also attract their attention. ]

[It doesn't matter, compared to seeing the water polo man, it's still faster to eat it directly. ]

He made the final decision in a few breaths, absorbed the remaining contractors in just a moment, wait, all...

Karamazov opened his eyes wide, no, no, seven less!

……

third floor.

Dazai Ogai went with Mori Ogai, and Mori Ogai didn't know Dazai's strategy, nor did he know that the other party had been on Karamazov's hate list. Mori just felt that Dazai was a person who could be killed unless he wanted to die. And his psychological interpretation of his junior has not yet gone deep into the realm of "when is he going to die".

Mori simply felt that it was safest to be around Dazai, he had the "curse of not dying".

As unknown people, they were assigned to the exploration team on the third floor of the cabin. As soon as they went upstairs, they were blocked by the attendants who came from behind. They were frantically pushing and trying to break through, so the others knew, Something must have happened that they shouldn't know about.

"Are you an accident system?" Mori Ogai asked.

"Ok?"

"Look, nothing happened on the first two floors," he joked.

Dazai also joked: "According to you, we are all accident systems."

People’s arms, legs, waist, and back are crowded together from time to time. Dazai’s position is ingenious. He is in the crowd, surrounded by celebrities. He is the middle layer of cream sandwich biscuits. People around him may not like him, but they don’t To hurt his mind, Dazai guessed that Karamazov must be very disgusted with the structure of the cabin, why can't there be two more safety passages like high-rise buildings?Let the staff enter the third floor earlier instead of crowding them here.

Does he know that the building has safe access?

"Let it go! Let it go!"

"Don't be crowded!"

"Damn it, is this how the ghost ship treats guests?"

"Back back!"

"So rude! So rude!"

The voice trembled with anger.

Passengers' comments on the ghost ship were minimal after the turbulent hours, but Karamazov was not worried. He knew the ship's inherent effects, and people's memories of being on board would be blurred after disembarking.

Like a nightmare.

"Everyone, let's speed up." Dazai pinched his nose again to fan the flames.

"Something must have happened on the third floor that we can't see."

He saw a group of well-dressed and polite gentlemen and ladies at the reception looking forward without style.Dazai thought he saw a funny show and laughed out loud.

Mori Ogai sighed and said, "Restrain yourself."

Dazai smiled and said, "Look at them, they look like monkeys."

What happened on the third floor?

The third floor became a hell on earth.

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead...

A small number of people who were strong enough to rush up first saw this scene. The waiter fell in front of the door with a long needle in his head. No, it was not so much a long needle as a ground iron pestle. You want to be detailed, but you don't go anywhere.

Dazai's physical skills are not strong, but his posture is dexterous. If he is not dexterous, how can he practice superhuman escape skills?

The waiters on board were also shocked, and they noticed something else later than the death of their colleagues.

[The death toll is incorrect. ]

What is wrong is that, according to Karamazov’s temporary instructions, there should be at least one waiter guarding each door, but now, the death conditions are horrific, but the number of people who fell on this floor is much less, only three of the predetermined number. In addition, it is certain that two-thirds of the people who disappeared did not get in touch with their superiors, nor did they escape from this layer, as if they disappeared out of thin air, returning to ashes.

Speaking of ashes to ashes, they couldn't help but think of Mr. Karamazov's frightening ability. People swallowed by him will first turn into water polo people, and then the "nutrient fluid" inside the body will be washed clean, and finally even the human body There is no skin left, and the poisonous spider eats this way, and so does he.

Compared with death itself, what they are more afraid of is the death that cannot even leave the wreckage.

"..."

"Quick, hurry up!"

While the staff on board fell into unknown fear, the guests who were only shocked by the sight in front of them reacted even more. They didn't need someone to direct them, they knocked on the door without a teacher, or slammed the door violently.

"boom--"

"Boom boom boom!"

Some doors opened, and pale young men came out and asked, "What happened?" They were all intact.

"No one responded."

"Then hit it off."

Even for a 50-year-old adult man, his body is still very strong due to proper maintenance. If several people kick the door hard at the same time, it will break open no matter how heavy it is, not to mention that the inside of the room is not locked.

"One or two!"

"Boom—"

"empty!"

The room next door was different. The man shook hands and knocked several times before the door opened. He pushed the door wide open with all his strength, and the first thing he saw was a puddle of oily water.

Those who have experienced the scene in front of the bar are not very unfamiliar with "water", he immediately retreated, frowning tightly.

"—"

"what--"

Just when he thought that there was no one in the room, there was a sudden change, and there was an undetectable sound in front of him. Thinking about it carefully, the call made by the person who exhausted his whole body when he was dying was probably like this.

"!"

The person who opened the door immediately raised his head. He saw the pus water swaying on the ground like a trickle, and the source of the water was still conscious. His eyelids were wide open, and he was shaking with all his strength, or beating.

"Mouth—"

"Mouth—"

What he was saying was too far away to be heard.

[Do you want to go forward? ] He fell into a brief hesitation, placed in the vast, boundless time and space, his hesitation really did not take effort, but unfortunately for the dying person, it was infinitely stretched.

[Don't be too dirty, step forward, step forward. ] he said to himself, and moved.

Someone squeezed his face into the crack of the door, and Dazai's faint black pupils looked forward, at the man in suit and leather shoes running wildly, at the splash of water splashed by his leather shoes when he stepped into the puddle, at his wet trouser legs, at the trembling lips of the dying man, pour out the last words.

"Mouth—"

"Too late," Dazai said.

One, two, three, more and more doors were opened, and the same but different corpses were displayed in front of people. Except for the person in front who might have left a message for them, the rest of the people were killed. The needle hole pierced the temple, the aorta, the blood vessels around the heart, etc. It is impossible to live anyway. He is already a water polo person, and there is no way for a water polo person to survive.

"No." The leader bowed his head in embarrassment. He let the wall support his body. Kneeling on the ground in despondency is what ordinary people do. His current behavior is already the most frustrated gesture he has shown in front of others.

"No."

"There are no survivors."

The people around were somewhat infected by the atmosphere. You can also say that after seeing the hell on earth, they were immersed in indescribable fear. They were afraid that they would be infected with an inexplicable virus, and they were also afraid that assassins would spy on them. People felt sad. , powerlessness, and perhaps other emotions, but they are all negative.

"—" Did the voice sound from behind, with a sense of happiness that you don't know anything, or do you mean you don't care about anything? "What the hell happened?"

There was only a few hours between the death of No.1 and the large-scale search. It is true that enough people knew and participated in the above two things, but more people knew nothing. According to the 1000 guests, there were only 1000 people It is known that these 2000 people lead the activity, and there are still [-] people who are in a state where Monk Zhanger can't figure it out.

The pale young man, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, was the first to go out. His cheeks were very pale, but he was very healthy. Considering the color of his hair, it can be recognized as some kind of dominant inheritance. The hair color and eye color of people in the world are basically There are so many strange things, you can see that he seems to be asking polite questions, but in fact, both his expression and tone are arrogant, and there are few people in the industry who don't know him.Shibusawa Ryuhiko is a big collector, rich man, and a person with supernatural powers. He is also a fugitive wanted by many countries. He can plunge a city into a dead sea in an instant. As a person with supernatural powers, he is very, very scary.

Therefore, even in places where heroes gather, he is the one to be watched over by everyone.

"We..." The host thought for a moment and organized the language, "We found some problems."

"There are people who want to kill us. It seems that we can be divided into two factions. Unfortunately, our ship's owner, Mr. Karamazov, may belong to one of them. Considering..." He looked at the reception meaningfully, " His subordinates prevented us from investigating the truth, offended distinguished guests, and made all kinds of unbelievable actions that seemed to have not been trained."

"Oh." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko put on a posture of listening attentively, is he really listening?

"Huh." As expected, he wasn't listening, and made a strange sound for a while, interrupting the speaker's smooth talk. The speaker's dissatisfaction is certain, but he didn't dare to offend Shibusawa Tatsuhiko - the monster bred in the world of supernatural powers. fetal.

"It's so strange." His gaze was placed in a strange place, as if he was looking at the vast void, "15 minutes ago, I made an appointment with Mr. Henry next door to taste art together. He said that the auction for several days in succession had good results. , "Shibusawa Tatsuhiko half-closed his eyes, "He seems to have a little problem."

15 minute ago?

Fifteen minutes ago, people who went up to the third floor to investigate poured in from two entrances respectively. The stairways and elevators were all under observation. He is quite famous and can even be called crazy. He only loves rare treasures and has a wide range of interests. People in the industry say he is a "cosmic favorite". Common language, they are two lunatics.

"No, no, no one saw Mr. Henry."

"And he was in the room 15 minutes ago," Shibusawa said. "I played inside."

The so-called internal line refers to the fixed-line telephone in each cabin, which is exclusively used in the ship.

The host hopes that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko can say more and reveal more inside information, but unfortunately, he is a miser and refuses to say anything as soon as people's curiosity is aroused. He is like a mollusk, and he also relies on The look on the wall and the face can be said to be generally good-natured, and there are occasional flashes of light in the eyes, clearly watching a good show.

"The number of people." Someone finally said, "The number is wrong."

He told the truth: "Some people are missing."

……

Fyodor went to the banquet hall. His internal organs were weaker than ordinary people. There were defects in the stomach, lungs and even the heart. The stomach could not only eat liquid food, but it was cold and spicy. It is necessary to avoid food, and there are also some allergic factors that should be avoided. He often suffered from stomach pains since he was a child, but he still did not form a regular eating habit.

His body is weak, his living habits are poor, and he still grows in the snow. Every day he lives proves his strong will to survive.

The Japanese who brought him out of Siberia did not have Japanese healthy eating habits. He heard that people from Japan used to eat quantitatively, eat less food, and keep healthy, while the young Osamu Dazai loved alcohol. Foreigners said that Russian products are industrial products. Alcohol, but he is very used to it, his liver can't digest it, his face is blushing, and he still has to drink it.

"You can't drink it, Fyodor," he said. "Death of a burnt stomach is a romantic way to die."

Fyodor: "..." he said softly, "I am not at all prepared to die."

He wants to live longer than anyone else, in order to realize his wish.

People come into this world for love.

He has great love in his heart, and he must not die until he carries them through.

"So," Dazai took another sip of vodka, "How about two meals a day?"

"?"

"In order to maintain the minimum physical function, two meals a day are necessary." He said, "Anyway, you just want to maintain a living posture. It is impossible to improve a weak body unless it encounters a powerful supernatural ability. Ah, I was wrong. Even the known healing powers can’t help you, you’ve been like this since you were born, weak and sick, and it’s a miracle that you survived.”

"Do you think it's a miracle that I survived?" Fyodor said, "The poet I met in Siberia said it was a gift from God." He pointed to the fact that I lived.

"Oh." Dazai said distressedly, "According to the teachings of most Shanjiao, life is a miracle." He looked at the thin child, "What answer do you want from me?"

Dazai saw Fyodor holding his hand and placing it on top of the child's head.

"I want you to give me your blessing."

He thought of the day when he first met, the northern country was still cold, the sky was snowing, and there were still people running around on the vast snow-covered land.You can’t see the aborigines of Siberia here, you can’t see the exiled aristocrats working, only the sinners who smuggle goods through the road. They use their supernatural powers to clear the way and walk on the ground in the wind and snow. What is the cargo on the carriage? Are they people?Is it a beast?

Fyodor thought of the teachings of the Bible, the only book once owned by his family's tenants, to teach them the language of God.

Do not hurt others, be tolerant, compassionate, loving, redeeming, and free from sin.

He got superpowers from Crime and Punishment.

Sinners go to hell.

And he saw the god holding the book in the snowstorm.

"I've heard that there is buried treasure in the land of tranquility." He smiled, "and I found you."

***

"Two meals a day, right?" Fyodor heard the young man behind him ask.

He ate in silence, without speaking.

"The third floor is your masterpiece, Fyodor."

He put down his fork.

"Ashes to ashes, ashes to ashes, give sinners eternal peace." He said humbly, "I will follow your teachings, Master Dazai."

"Oh," said the dark-haired youth, "I never taught you that."

but……

He put his hand on the child's head: "It was a great help, Fyodor.

The author has something to say: A place of tranquility: "Siberia" means "a place of tranquility", and the name comes from the Mongolian word "Xipor" (dirt, muddy place).