disqualified hero

It only takes one day for the bizarre rumors to ferment.

Shuji Tsushima's mind is full of the room he strayed into first. Before that, he had already felt the unusualness of the ghost ship, but the broken evidence in his brain could not connect the effective information together, so the reasoning was deadlocked.

He is a mortal body, no matter how many thoughts are in his head, he still needs to rest and replenish energy. After returning to the temporary residence from the deck, the guardian is not there, and his door is not locked. He put the key on the bedside table, Shuji Tsushima went Li took a look to make sure no one was there, so he took the key and went to the restaurant for dinner.

When Fang entered the restaurant, he felt that the atmosphere was not right. Compared with usual, there were many more guests. Some people could still maintain a deadpan expression, while others showed genuine bewilderment. The previous fear and panic were not serious. Yes, Shuji Tsushima said, they were just pretending, and no one thought that the one-thirtieth probability would fall on their own head. Now it is different, they are like cysticercosis, one by one, constantly creep.

The peak passenger flow of the restaurant is said to be able to accommodate 5000 people. In the past, the maximum number of people in the same period of time was no more than 500. The number suddenly increased by five times.

[Something must have happened. ]

Shuji Tsushima thought about it, and started to investigate it personally. He is small in stature, and has learned the breath-holding technique to reduce the sense of presence. He wandered around the hall three or two times, but no one paid attention to it, and he listened to the gossip.

There are only a few major events: 1. The book was bought by someone; 2. Many guests died in strange ways.

The third point can be deduced from the above two points. The person who bought the book is a lunatic who wants to kill the pillars of the countries on board.

Why do you come to the third conclusion naturally? Because many people have thought about it. Regarding "things to do after getting the book", becoming a dictator will not fail to appear in their minds. The more you understand the true meaning of the country, power is in the hands of a few people.

"What now?" he heard someone say.

"What else can I do, wait to die." Someone mocked coldly.

"Waiting to die, are you kidding?"

"No, seriously."

"We, we have to strike first." "Find out whoever bought the book."

"Then?" "Of course it takes away the book. A lunatic cannot own a book, just like a three-year-old child mastering a nuclear bomb launcher."

Book, book, book, book, book...

The book was bought?

Shuji Tsushima's brain quickly accepted the reality. He opened his eyes wide and his nose stayed on "unbelievable". No matter whether the book was real or fake, he was too shocked.

If anyone could exchange books...

The voice of Osamu Dazai rang in his ears, please note, it does not mean that Osamu Dazai appeared beside him, but the recall of memory, something that Osamu Dazai once said to him but was not noticed, for example:

"I will show you how evil the world is."

"That's why I took you on board."

"Even if I did something, you have to discover it yourself."

"You said that you want to see tragedy, death, the evil of human nature, and struggle, and I will put them in front of you for you to see."

[Are you serious? ]

[Is he really serious? ]

[Is he doing it for me? ]

……

Shuji Tsushima has a clear concept. If anyone on this ship can get the book, it must be someone else, but Dazai Osamu. , There may be no more intelligent and powerful person in the world than him. To describe it specifically, in Shuji Tsushima's mind, the image of Dazai has long since jumped out of the frame of ordinary people. He is the morning star leading to the future. can lead to human progress.

Osamu Dazai knew that Shuji Tsushima's overestimation of himself would be ridiculous, he was just a very failed person who wanted to die.

What supported the formation of his thinking frame was a bit of kindness in Dazai's heart. If Nakahara Chuya saw him, he would think that Dazai was not a righteous person, but he happened to be nice to himself, and Shuji Tsushima found a more original belief. For example, Dazai-kun who once sacrificed himself to promote the improvement of the social system and made the world a big step forward.That part of Dazai-kun is so dazzling that he can't open his eyes, so that he thinks that the bright part is all of Dazai.

But now, after associating "multiple deaths" with "book" and "Osamu Dazai", he only feels that the image of Dazai in his heart has been subverted, and he has become crueler, worse, and darker. Xu Shan jumped to Chaos Shan.

It was something he had never thought of.

……

"Huh-chh-"

"Whoosh-"

Karamazov panted heavily, like someone who just broke free from a deep well. His head was submerged in the mud before, and he was extremely lacking in oxygen, so that after contact with the air, he greedily inhaled to feel the freshness of the outside world.

The blood in the blood vessels is rushing rapidly, the lungs and trachea are opening and closing at an extremely fast frequency, and the heart is beating thumpingly. Karamazov's body should be extremely healthy. According to Osamu Dazai's settings, as long as the Ghost does not Silence, people will not really die until his time runs out, but at this moment, the Russian man who was born in a book is on the verge of death due to his high mental tension.

Dying is of course temporary, his vitality is too strong, as long as he is not destroyed in a special way.

The words on the parchment dimmed. Unlike countless times before, he really felt a chain around his neck: [What will happen to me?Will it die, will it become a piece of paper?Or is it not even worth the paper, and become a few lines of black words?Is my value only three hundred words? ]

He sat quietly on the chair, held his breath, and waited for a while. The time passed by every minute and every second. The second hand on the clock face opposite Karamazov spun around and around, and sweat flowed down like a waterfall. More and more, more and more.

Nothing happened.

[I... Didn't the transaction take effect? ] He was very confused, [So I didn't turn into paper, he bought me and didn't do anything? ]

[etc. ] Karamazov found a big problem, [He, who is he, who bought me? ]

The balance in charge of the transaction is his supernatural ability. In theory, he can perceive the person the moment the other party writes their name to seal the deal. Now, the name he should know is covered with a layer of mist.

"..."

He was restless, not knowing where to go, not knowing what to do.

[Should I sit still?Waiting for your own end?Will it become a water polo man and be eaten by other people like the man eaten by me, or will it be reduced to text and compressed in the book?Or have my people, my ship, my property, everything, fallen into human hands? ] The above choices are unacceptable to Karamazov. He is a miser, and he does not want to give a penny of his own wealth to others, not to mention that he understands the value of life more than usual.

[No, no, I can't die, I absolutely can't fall down here. ]

After thinking it over, his expression became more and more fierce and gloomy. Karamazov boldly let some thoughts wander in his mind, all of which were thoughts of killing his unknown new master.

Very well, when he had these thoughts, his body did not have any adverse reactions, which means that the shackles placed on his neck did not have the effect of thinking police, and he would not be sentenced to death for bad thoughts.

He boldly considered the next question. If he cancels the transaction and redeems himself, according to past experience, there is a very simple and crude solution to this problem, that is, the buyer dies. When he dies, the goods he bought will be restored. Be a free cargo, that's the stealth rule on board.

The rare things on one end of the scale include his entire net worth, so the crew is also bought as part of the goods. Karamazov refuses to startle the snake. Instead of using his own power to find a buyer and take his life, at this moment he would rather believe in himself A respectable ally - Mr. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

Apart from him, there is no one to turn to.

……

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko looked at the uninvited guests and said, "Come in."

The figure of the guest is tall and slender. He follows Shibusawa Tatsuhiko through the long aisle. The only lighting in the aisle is candles. Two rows of candles partially illuminate the area under his feet. The pieces of bright gemstones are pieced together, and when viewed from different angles, they will glow with different brilliance. It is said that the sun will refract its seven different colors. Can't rubies magnify the light?

"Look, they are all my collections, they are very remarkable."

The visitor gave him an admiring look, but he didn't say anything, but Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was in a better mood. He snorted and continued, "Since Karamazov's fake book was exchanged, I have had a lot of visitors. Whether it is one of the parties or others, there are tens of thousands of people who come, but the purpose is the same, most of them are to jointly find the crazy trader and kill him in the bud."

"Human life is not worth mentioning to me, but since it is not worth mentioning, there is no need to kill it. From this point of view, they don't understand what favorites want most, of course it is priceless Collection," Shibusawa Tatsuhiko raised his head, his neck curved like an elegant swan, "compared to those, I am more interested in the supernatural power of the balance, other than that, I'm probably just watching a chaotic drama. "

"Give me more fun, Dazai-kun." After he finished speaking, he turned his head on tiptoe, his face almost touching Dazai's cheek and asked, "Speaking of which, I really want to know, Karamazov's last What exactly is precious?"

"Can you tell me, Dazai-kun?"

……

"Another person has died, Mr. Ivan."

"Someone is hunting us."

Several Russians visited Mr. Ivan together. The old man was lying on the bed. Fyodor opened half the curtains. The Russian nobles, oligarchs, enemies of the democrats, and patrons of the Conservative Party did not open their eyes. He asked : "How did you die?"

"Deaths are strange, some people fell to the ground silently with their eyes closed, and some people were pierced through the head and heart by needles, knives or forks. All of them died silently in the room. One or two people, we Guess it was the assassin who did it, so we can only go together."

"That's why." said the source of evil that took root in the vast northern land. "Let's talk about the reason, Fyodor."

"What?" Others didn't understand what he meant.

Ivan said pleasantly: "Tell me why you killed them, Fyodor."

……

"Okay, okay, I understand." Mori Ogai answered a call, which was an internal call. Nakahara Nakaya was next to Mori Ogai at the time. He listened with his ears up for a long time, but he didn't hear a human voice, but heard it. A series of long and short knocking sounds.

Mori Ogai hung up the phone, looked at Nakahara Nakaya staring at himself like a monster, and said amusedly, "Have you heard, Nakaya-kun?"

[It’s just because I heard it that I feel strange. Did someone really talk? ]

"It's Morse code," he said. "It's from Dazai."

"Mr. Dazai?"

"He told us not to go out." Mori Ogai said, "Unless it is the last day, before approaching the port, no matter how loud the noise is, don't go out. The world inside and outside the door is divided, and there is hell outside."

"what?"

……

Oda Sakunosuke carried a schoolbag.

There are very few things in the schoolbag, notebooks, a change of clothes, half-written mystery novels, and a box for pens.

"I'm going out," he said to the empty room, then smiled a little.

[I will see you soon. ]

……

Osamu Dazai returned to the room humming a song. He had just spent a very fulfilling day, done many things, and talked to many people. In order to put an end to such a meaningful day, he walked into the room, pulled out the chair, He took out three or two pieces of letter paper from the drawer, and prepared to do what would make him happiest—writing letters.

Whether the letter can be sent and whether he writes it are two different things. Osamu Dazai believes that every letter he writes is a detoxification of the soul, so that he will not grow mushrooms in the dark and damp.

This is the happiest moment of his day.

"—" The door opened, and someone came back.

"I'm back." Shuji Tsushima said.

"Welcome back." Dazai replied.

Unremarkable conversation.

"I want to ask you a question." Shuji Tsushima asked politely, lava was boiling in his heart and was about to burst out, "When did you write the ghost ship?"

Osamu Dazai stopped writing.