disqualified hero

At noon on the 28th, Oda Sakunosuke arrived in Yokohama.

Today is sunny, the sun is too good, and Yokohama is close to the sea, so the humidity in the air is relatively high, and there is a fishy smell. Thankfully, the temperature is not very high. Summer in Japan is very hot, one or two in the afternoon The temperature can be as high as 38 degrees at one o'clock, but now it is only 28 degrees at most, and the wind is blowing on the face, which is quite pleasant.

He booked a hotel near the port, a high-end hotel with good security, secretly shunned by the local mafia forces, Oda Sakunosuke rarely stayed in this kind of hotel, and he usually stayed in the slums in Yokohama, which was the place he was most familiar with The place.

Pull out the electronic card, put it in his pocket, go straight out, turn left, turn right at the second street, and go straight again, he saw Yokohama Port, and ships of all sizes by the side of the pier, the sky is very blue, the water is not Clear, the waves hit the solid concrete with the wind and waves, and a few small fishing boats are fixed to anchors with ropes, and they heave up and down.

Port of Yokohama, Port of Yokohama,

He looked up at the sky, but there was nothing but seagulls.

……

"I killed them for no specific reason," Fyodor said. "In general, they are villains."

The Russians who came heard the conversation between the two. Their faces were pale, and the whites of their eyes were bloodshot. They couldn't believe what they heard, and couldn't help but guess in their hearts whether what they heard was what they thought.

For example, the mysterious assassin they were looking for was the weak child in front of them.

Ivan didn't give them too much room to think. He is a domineering man who hates blank space. He often talks deadly outside of business. When he was young, his controlling personality was extremely obvious. After middle age, he used his own Natural leadership overwhelms obstacles, and those who follow him insist that Mr. Ivan has noble personality and values.

"I can understand." The old man said unhurriedly, "but you chose to do something aggressive in the last few days."

"For some reason," Fyodor said.

Bystanders can more and more appreciate the weirdness of this conversation, which makes them tangled too much. Why does Mr. Ivan know what it means that they are villains? God, do they have a grudge against this child? Mr. Ivan and What does it matter to him why he didn't stop the kid...

"I heard from them that Mr. K died of suffocation, and there was a blue mark on his neck after vigorously pressing with his fingers, and the handprints belonged to an adult male." Ivan raised reasonable doubts.

"The murderer was the servant in his room," Fyodor replied graciously, "he himself did not know about it."

"what have you done?"

"I just talk," he said, "talk, and then I 'program' him."

Compilation, no matter how uninformed people hear this word and think of the context in which it appears, they will be terrified. The people of Russia trembled. Someone tried to tear Fyodor apart. With hands that could fight a bear, he thought he had advanced , did it, actually did nothing, no one could move, they could only listen to Ivan and Fyodor's absurd conversation going on.

"Writing." Ivan said, "Interesting vocabulary, you can be more specific about what you did."

"I didn't do anything," he said anyway, "I talked to him and he was persuaded by me to do something that was not convenient for me (I got an alibi) and for a moment Karamazov suspected me , because of Edmond’s matter, but after K’s death he decided not to pay attention to me anymore. He doesn’t have the memory of when he did it, and he didn’t leave fingerprints because he was wearing gloves, it’s just a trivial matter.”

"Do you feel guilty and afraid because of this?" Ivan asked.

"..." Fyodor didn't speak, of course he wouldn't.

So Ivan smiled: "Okay, I understand," he moved his right hand. Since before boarding the ship, his body has been deteriorating extremely. Frankly speaking, there is only one purpose for Ivan on the ghost ship, which is Extending his life and repairing his battered body, what he didn't expect was to meet Fyodor on the boat.

Ivan has no immediate family, he is a loner.

He is in good spirits now. Even though an hour ago, Ivan was still as breathless as he was. He could speak, his voice was hoarse and fragile, and he would cough. How to use a series of medical devices.Now the situation has changed, he is in good spirits, Fyodor thought of a word "brightness".

"Back to the question at the beginning." Ivan asked, "You killed them to judge them guilty, so tell me what a sinner is in your heart."

"This is a very broad question." Fyodor answered with justification, "Those with power who persecute others, and those who have no repentance." He gave an example, "For example, the release of nobles and commoners Together, the rich nobles are sinners, the nobles who are willing to do good are good people, the common people are put together with the common people, the villains are those who oppress others by force, and the shivering people are good people. People are good people."

"There is a problem with your distinction." Ivan pointed out calmly, "People with supernatural powers also have good intentions. If they use supernatural powers to help others, they should not be classified as sinners."

"Some people are sinful from birth," Fyodor said. "Throughout history, the fundamental condition for persecution among people is inequality. The rich are higher than the poor, and the healthy are higher than the unhealthy." , in a specific historical era of patriarchal society, men are higher than women," he said, "However, these inequalities exist, but they are not completely irreversible. The possibility of class mobility is small, but the gaps are not completely closed, and the body is not healthy. People with strong limbs can surpass those with developed limbs intellectually through learning, and there are many outstanding women among women, and many of them can shine even in adversity." He said, "The people with superpowers are different from those without superpowers. The difference between those with supernatural powers is species-specific. He said that even though many supernatural beings are unable to make good use of their abilities and become obscene, they are born with more power than others, and their abnormal power exceeds what humans should have. In the end, it will disturb the axiom of world order. If they occupy more numbers, society will fundamentally change, and a set of laws suitable for the coexistence of supernatural beings and non-supernatural beings will be derived. Now it is different, they are too rare, so that Social rules are made for ordinary people, but the same applies to people with supernatural powers.”

His pupils narrowed slightly: "It's just like a virus."

Ivan smiled, and he said, "Are you a scavenger sent by God? I thought you were also a person with supernatural powers."

"I am the last to be cleaned," Fyodor said, "and the power I have been given is cleaning itself."

Ivan finds it very interesting. Look at Fyodor's way of thinking, his analytical ability, his memory, and his wisdom in his language are all higher than normal people, but he has a bottom line in his heart, an illusory Relying on the bottom line of religion or theology, who knows what God he believes in, and what kind of self-satisfaction and intoxication he is holding to punish sinners, Ivan laughed for a long time and suddenly said: "I see, you don't have the ability to feel pain, right?"

Fyodor stopped talking, his face was expressionless, and he looked at Ivan, you could never read his mind.

"Don't look at me like that." Ivan's rules were very clear, "This is a family genetic disease, accompanied by members of our family with abnormal IQs. It has been like this since centuries ago. I guess you don't know this information, because Your mother died very young, and her identity was thoroughly washed, so your father didn't know which family she came from." The amount of information in his words was too much, and Fyodor thought of private The three words of giving birth to a daughter, and the other party's family undoubtedly belonged to the current old man.This can explain why he took himself in without any grievances, maybe he recognized him from the moment he met him.

"Our family has produced a lot of talents, high-ranking officials and secret agents in the tsarist period, Soviet spies, and now Russian oligarchs have done a lot of things on the surface and in the dark. The particularity of genetic inheritance endows family members with higher IQs. Stronger comprehension ability, but it will produce extremes in one aspect, modern people call it empathy.” His eyes are cloudy, and the eye disease brought by old age makes his pupils cloudy, no one knows Yi How far can the omnipotent see, Fyodor estimates that his vision is less than 0.1, but when he is looked at, he thinks that he is seen from the inside out.

"I guess you call them pitiful, slaughtered like livestock, sympathize with their tragedy, give them compassion, and actually feel nothing," he said. "It's like the pain you lack."

Fyodor still didn't speak, his eyeballs were similar to glass marbles, refracting light without mechanism from different angles.

"Who gave you lofty ideals?" He said, "Child, you can change your goals, complement your genetic defects, and correct your distorted nerves. Maybe it will come sooner."

Fyodor said: "No one gave it. I just heard the lamentation of the land and the revelation of the gods. My actions came from my thinking. When the virus is deleted, the world will become better. I firmly believe."

"Okay, okay." Ivan muttered, "Then do as you said, anyway, I'm already an old man, let me think about it, isn't your supernatural power completely correct? Injure yourself, I know your body is like a cracked block of plaster, weak." He smiled and reached forward with his hand, and Fyodor wasn't sure if he wanted to hold his hand himself.

"Come on, come here, let me tell you the truth." Ivan said, "The truth is that your supernatural powers are not perfect enough. Our family has never awakened supernatural powers, but they have been obtained from generation to generation. He was placed in your in the body until it wakes up at the right time." He said something meaningful, "Our abilities are bestowed by God."

"Let my blood soak your body, and let my soul embrace yours." What a strange voice he had, decaying yet revealing a strange vitality, "Let it enter you, let the rampant energy in your body form a complete round."

Even Fyodor would have doubts about why the person who boarded the ship in order to prolong his life would make such a choice, but he doesn’t really care about the answer, because Ivan is a sinner and will be wiped out, he will Give the opponent a noble death.

Ivan looked directly into Fyodor's eyes and said: "I hope you will never understand this matter, understand the importance of life extension, understand my actions at this time, and understand what a man who is almost withered in blood has done for his offspring. choice." He called Fyodor's mother's name, his only illegitimate daughter, "Adelina, please wait for me in hell."

A steak knife. The steak knife that was pulled out from the waiter cut off Ivan's carotid artery. Blood gushed out, and the thick bloody smell covered the child's young body, and some blood droplets splashed on the people behind him. On the faces of the young and middle-aged people in Russia, they could not have imagined this development anyway, their eyes stared like bulls, and they were stunned.

[Let my blood soak your body. ]

"Give you a noble death." Fyodor's posture was almost quiet, and behind him, the human body collapsed like dust.

……

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai unhurriedly tore off the letter paper, walked to the white candle, lit the paper with fire, then turned to Shuji Tsushima and asked, "When did you find out?"

Shuji Tsushima showed his discovery almost in an urgent manner. He tried to hold back, for example, biting his lip once, but then he blurted out and spoke at a slightly faster speed, which revealed his thoughts: "The first thing I realized was wrong, it was in the When finding out the identity of the people on board." Shuji Tsushima said, "There are more people on the sidelines than I want, not to say that they are indifferent, but that they have to think for a while about what they buy, and this happens. It can only prove that the people they are acquainted with have not participated in the auction of the ghost ship, and the only one who knows the exact list of people is actually a single trip from Russia to Japan.” He shook his head and said, “From this point of view Look, the existence of ghost ships is undoubtedly much shorter than we imagined, but there is only one reason why including me, or including all the smart people on board, cannot see through the facts for a long time."

"hint."

Osamu Dazai lip-syncs, and Shuji Tsushima speaks the words directly.

"Someone hinted to everyone, implanting the concept of ghost ship that has existed for many years in people's minds. It takes a lot of time to break the inherent concept, and most people can't even break it." Shuji Tsushima said, "So we went to No one in front of the ship noticed there was a problem."

"A very good inference." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, and he even clapped his hands for encouragement, "But do I need to remind you, the evidence, where is the evidence, without evidence, everything is empty talk, right?"

But Shuji Tsushima said: "Aren't all the inferences I make based on empty talk?" He sneered, "The existence of books is the biggest empty talk, and the people who can get it and control it are you and others. Who is it, the eccentric apple lover, or the lunatic Russian?" He said, "Dr. Sen is not good enough, he doesn't know enough."

"This is really..." Dazai shook his head and smiled, "Should I say it is a high evaluation or a low evaluation?" He even pretended to bow, "In every sense, thank you for your high evaluation."

"I can't figure out the reason." Tsushima Shuji said suddenly, "What is the reason for you to do this."

"Ok?"

"I'm a storyteller, and it took a lot of effort to set up a bureau to bring us a lot of people. Is it for your personal interest? It seems not. Can you tell me the reason, Mr. Yandao."

Dazai raised his eyebrows helplessly: "You still call me Mr. Yandao."

Hearing this sentence, Shuji Tsushima almost sneered, he thought, didn't you tell me this pseudonym?I called it as you said, what's wrong, you see you don't want to reveal anything, not even your name.

The two sides concealed too much from each other, and there was a high wall between their hearts, and in the end they couldn't even transmit their voices.

"It's the name you told me." When Shuji Tsushima said this, his expression was even a little stubborn, but he didn't notice it.

"I was wrong." To Shuji Tsushima's surprise, Osamu Dazai, his guardian, bowed his head and apologized. He was so easy to talk that the children were surprised. Osamu Dazai had never been so honest before, "I I should have told you my name earlier." He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but Shuji Tsushima seemed to have heard some forbidden words and said quickly, "Forget it, I don't want to know it for a long time, it's just a name, a name is a code name." He Say, "I want to know what you're going to do next."

"In this case..." Osamu Dazai said, "As I said before, I will show you what you want to see, chaos, death, etc." His eyes are so penetrating that he knows everything, "I Longing for them, isn’t it, the worst root of human nature, the magnified desire, I think you will use them sooner or later, instead of wandering on the edge of life and death and indulging yourself over and over again, why don’t I show you.” He knows better than anyone else , What will happen when "Osamu Dazai" walks on the edge of exploring the true meaning of life and self-exile, you see, he never minds whether it is good or evil, but sometimes he can't help but go to the evil side for stimulation.

It is the behavior of adults to guide children correctly.

and……

He narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

[It's ridiculous. ]

He couldn't help taking a few steps back.

[It's really ridiculous. ]

What Osamu Dazai said and what he admitted hit the 800-meter-thick filter of Shuji Tsushima. In the past, none of what the other party said was taken as true. Now he seems to understand how seriously adults practice his language. , And make up for a series of related reactions between the two due to poor communication.

The first aftermath of the shock was Shuji Tsushima's self-cognition. He had subtle self-loathing, and the degree of disgust was definitely not light. Most of the psychogenic vomiting came from stress. Osamu Dazai taught him more sound values, such as what is good and what is evil. The description in books is right and evil is wrong. Osamu Dazai, who almost replaced his father, was just, and he But it seems that he is inherently evil. His parents showed disgust for this and tried to influence him. The above series are the root cause and development process of his disgust.

His surly behavior, behaviors that constantly show his presence, and his excessive pursuit of adventure, it is hard to say that he did not appear to prove himself.

But who is he proving to?

In proof to the flashing fantasy of the mind.

"It's too late." Osamu Dazai said, "If it can make you feel better, I will tell you that what happened above is for you, but not all for you. I also want to clean up some people. Some things, in order to avoid future tragedies and casualties." He emphasized, "It is impossible to stop."

Hearing these words, Shuji Tsushima's heart beat faster, he turned around and ran, rushed out of the heavy door, and walked towards the outer cabin. Dazai was not worried at all about his injury, how could the mob hurt Shuji Tsushima.

Shuji Tsushima, he rushed out.

……

Zhongyuan also went out once to save dry food.

If you ask him, according to the chaos on the ship, even if he puts Dr. Sen in the house, he is worried about his safety, but the thin middle-aged doctor holds a scalpel (the ghost knows how he brought it), and he has to tell him that he can protect himself , so that Mr. Zhongye can rest assured to take a look outside.

Zhongyuanzhong also wants to say that it is all fallacy. Can there be no dry food in the room? Aren't the regular waffles and sugar edible?What's more, people can't die from starvation for a day or two, and they just need water. Similarly, there are sparkling water, wine, and drinks in the room.He's supposed to stay in there, lest other boors rush in.

It's a pity that Mori Ogai was extremely determined, he threw him out of the door with a mysterious, flinching smile in Nakahara Chuya's mouth, yes, that's right, a boom should be used here.

"Go out and have a look, Nakaya-kun." Mori Ogai said, "Of course you can protect yourself, right. If there's something you like, it's okay to save it."

[That sentence definitely has a meaning! ]

Nakahara Chuya's supernatural ability is almost invincible in attack, and firearms are useless to him. The same goes for cold weapon fights between people. When he goes out, the situation outside the door is more miserable than expected, and the aisle is not clean.

[Blood, blood, blood, vomit, is the white brain pulp? It’s really disgusting. It’s more disgusting than the Mafia. ]

He selfishly thinks that a fight of this scale is very abnormal. You see, rich people are willing to risk their lives. They are distinguished, and countless people will do their best for them with a wave of their hands. How can they do it by themselves? Come on, they will fight on a large scale regardless of their status?It was almost like ingesting an unknown dose of hallucinogens.He watched the two fight like beasts, wishing to tear each other's throats, and felt that his thoughts were correct.

Outside the window is misty, hazy, and even the sky cannot be seen clearly.

[Will there be dense fog on the Sea of ​​Japan? ] He didn't think so, so the thick fog that suddenly appeared must be haunted.

It may be the root of man's madness.

Fight, fight, fight...

He saw that the two men in front of him were both tall and strong, in their prime of life. Their bodies were poured out of fresh meat and fine wine, and their strong muscles were trained in the gym. They didn't have decent knives in their hands, so the table knives became With the weapons they used to hurt each other, Zhongyuan Zhong also walked quickly so as not to let the blood drenched his head and face.

He walked faster and faster, faster and faster, and in the end, Zhongyuanzhong was also running wildly. He tried to leave the noise behind him in this way. He has no interest in killing. He thinks that the two people behind him lack humanity. Their fight is more like two wild beasts biting each other in the jungle. It should never be what humans should look like.

"Really!" he swore, "this place is a hell of a place."

The melodious sound of the violin came from a distance, and he realized in a daze that the sound of the violin had always existed, but the melody fit the current environment too well, and the sound was so melodious that it was embedded in the air, so he didn't realize it.

Lianton bow, jumping bow, wave bow, shooting bow, broken bow... Various skills appeared interspersed during the performance. Of course, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't feel so much. He just became more and more irritable. Not only did the music not relieve his anxiety Emotions made him even more anxious.

"Damn, hate, hate, hate -" he shouted to vent his emotions, and some men who were obsessed with fighting found him because they heard the sound, and rushed to him first, Zhong Yuan also shouted: "Are you all zombies?" He simply quickened his pace to avoid the first wave of attacks, and the people behind chased after him. Finally, Chuya controlled the gravity and floated a chair and vase as a roadblock, blocking their way.

[Hurry up and find some dry food and go back to work. God knows whether Dr. Sen's small scalpel will be of any use to these lunatics. ]

The kitchen is connected to the banquet hall, so he rushed into the banquet hall first, well, there are quite a lot of corpses, so you don't need to go around them too carefully, the Central Plains has seen too much, and you are used to it.

However in the pantry.

"!" His pupils trembled, Shuji Tsushima's thin body similar to that of an ordinary child was suspended in the air, and the man's palm landed on his thin neck. God knows if his neck will be broken in the next second, and then he will die.

At this time, his dislike for Shuji Tsushima and the unhappiness that happened between them were all ignored, Chuya Nakahara hooked his fingers, and the ability was activated.

No one can compete with gravity.

First, the marble floor shattered, and stones floated in the air one by one, and then rushed towards the person who was holding Shuji Tsushima with lightning speed.

The stone hit the head directly, and the person fell to the ground in response. Shuji Tsushima's feet hit the ground first, but unfortunately he couldn't stand still, and finally fell to the ground.

"Hey, are you all right, you guy?" he asked.

"Oh." His neck was stuck for a long time, he didn't cough, but his face was very bad, "I didn't expect to be put down by the meddling slug."

"Do you have any dissatisfaction?" Nakahara Nakaya scolded himself, why did he have so many troubles, saving anyone he met on the road was much better than saving Shuji Tsushima, who made him unhappy, and the other party didn't even have a word of thanks.

"Hey, mackerel," he asked, "do you know what's going on," he said, "they're killing each other like crazy, it's not normal."

"Yes, it's not normal." Shuji Tsushima narrowed his eyes and said, "Music."

"what?"

"I said their abnormal emotions were catalyzed by music." He analyzed, "It should be a kind of supernatural ability. I went around the field and found that people with supernatural abilities are much calmer than those without supernatural abilities. I am a little irritable but I can control myself, now I am looking for a place to hide, people without supernatural powers lack immunity to music, they are like angry bulls.”

"You don't have supernatural powers either, right?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also said after thinking about it, "Then why are you acting like a normal person?"

"Of course I have a reaction, but the restless nerves are not enough to make me do other things, not to mention that I am in a very bad mood now. I just discovered something that may have shattered all my concepts and persistence. Xia Sanlan's ability is too strong." Shuji Tsushima almost sneered.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at him, and asked sharply: "You and Mr. Dazai, let's talk about it."

"..." Shuji Tsushima hadn't spoken yet, and the room was filled with mist. No one knew where the mist came from, let alone their effects.

Chuya Nakahara and Shuji Tsushima were engulfed in fog.

……

"Hum-hum-hum-huh--" Shibusawa Ryuhiko hummed a ditty intoxicatedly. He was sitting on a chair with his legs gracefully crossed. The stage was directly in front of him. The round stage, Dazai Osamu was wearing a white Dress, he actually has white clothes?Shuji Tsushima never saw it, he was playing a famous violin piece.

When the song ended, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko applauded. He has a passion for art, whether it is music or art, and has a high appreciation. The source of inviting Osamu Dazai is that he got an excellent one at the auction. He said that he had seen Osamu Dazai's fingers, and he also had calluses on his hands. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko judged that they were not traces of long-term use of any kind of weapon, but violins.

This once shocked Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, and frankly, he did not expect Dazai Osamu to be an excellent violin player.

"bravo!" He applauded, of course Tatsuhiko Shibusawa could tell that Osamu Dazai played Tchaikovsky's "Andante like a Cantabile". Play, it's incredible.

"Thank you." The young man in a white suit pinned one side of his fluffy hair behind his ear. He greeted with a smile and asked, "She is a beauty." He was talking about a violin, which is often compared to a beautiful woman.

"Thank you very much for the wonderful auditory feast you brought me." He said to Osamu Dazai, but listening to his words, he always felt that there was a little sincerity in them, so Dazai also asked directly, "So she, my just now Has the koji become a good accessory?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko just smiled.

"I noticed that you lighted a spice." He said, "There are many supernatural abilities that can violate the law of conservation of matter and create things out of thin air. I have heard that there is a supernatural person in India who can make special incense and light his incense, but Everywhere covered by smog, people are killing each other, so he is on the wanted list of many countries, just like you, Mr. Shibusawa."

"This is me slandering Mr. Dazai." He said, "Although we are also on the arrest warrant, our fate is completely different. He has become a gem in my collection, and I am the owner of the gem." The owner." He said, "Thanks to Mr. Karamazov for his generosity, the secret method he provided has opened up a new path for me, gems used to have psychological satisfaction and visual beauty for me, now they have more New and more practical functions." He opened his arms and embraced the whole world, "Look, I have as many abilities as I have gemstones, what's the difference between this and holding the world in my hands?" His words were crazy enough Proud, but in a sense it is totally unreasonable.

Karamazov's secret method and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's supernatural power gave birth to a monster, and the monster is sharpening the knife on the person who made him spawn.

"There are quite a few people with supernatural abilities on board." He said, "It seems that the world agrees that excellent people are accompanied by supernatural abilities. Among the guests on board, there are especially many people with supernatural abilities. Of course, most of them have They are all ordinary abilities, and I can only feel a little bit of comfort in terms of the number of collections, but there are two abilities that I really want to get."

Dazai laughed silently.

"Mr. Karamazov, needless to say, an old friend of the law of causality, I really like this small category of abilities. Someone told me that they have touched the root of the world. I am an artist, how can an artist not be impressed by the mystery of the source?" he said "Besides that, I think you should be able to guess that the supernatural power I am curious about is the second." He paused, "I have always wanted to know what kind of supernatural power Mr. Dazai possesses."

"Now I finally know." Shibusawa Ryuhiko's voice changed, full of unnatural fanaticism, "What ability is more special and unique than the ability to restrain the origin of all things and eliminate all supernatural abilities?"

"It's wonderful, it's really wonderful." He said, "I love your supernatural ability, just like I love your person, the only treasure in the world, please be sure to give it to me."

Ability: Between Longyan, unfold!