[Comprehensive Writer] Lonely Hell

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——————Bliss spider silk shone with slender light

An ominous black-blue light gradually condensed from the cold mist into strange monsters, surrounding the young man holding the blade.They have different shapes, some are like a bull's head and a human body, some are like a snake tail and a horse's head, and some are grotesque monsters that cannot be simply described in poor language, but they are strangely similar to what Akutagawa once imagined when reading about hell in Buddhist scriptures The situation has a subtle similarity.

Akutagawa raised the blade, with the blade pointing outwards, the cold light of the sword flickered, like the cold moonlight.

They slowly formed a circle centered on the young man, Akutagawa has not moved at all, the muscles on his shoulders trembled slightly, not just because of excessive tension.And in this predicament that he couldn't get rid of, he once again lost his mind inappropriately.

Ironically, Akutagawa Ryunosuke's excessive preference for hell also led to his complicated feelings about God. It is undeniable that he also had similar thoughts to those who thought they could become gods, and that In his opinion today, this kind of thinking can only make him feel pitiful and ridiculous.

He had used the word absurd before to describe those who believed in gods with pious beliefs, but on the contrary, they believed even more in the existence of hell.

From this point of view, perhaps his existence is the most absurd.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke seemed to be frozen in place by an invisible force, but the forms of the monsters around him reflected on the retina began to slowly change.

The knife in his hand was still sharp, but he couldn't move it. Ryunosuke Akutagawa's eyes gradually tended to an emotion between emptiness and fear, and in his vision, a translucent gear emerged from the fog of nothingness. , began to rotate slowly.

When Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Kyoka came in hot pursuit, the young man's body was still tall and straight in the mist, but the thin, twisted path that was twisted like a dodder glistened with faint black light, taking away caught their attention.

The body felt a burst of coldness for no reason, Nakajima Atsushi's pupils suddenly dilated, those seemingly weak black thin diameters just stared at them, and began to feel dizzy, the desire to vomit hit the brain, and Quan Jinghua was also obviously affected Affected, the sound of breathing accelerated significantly, and the knife in his hand was out of its sheath, but he didn't approach it for some reason.

Cold sweat broke out of the skin one by one. This kind of fear is not the fear of facing the murderous scene, but the fear of directly pressing on the nerve fibers, which is more abstract and more palpitating. Atsushi Nakajima tried hard to recall this What is the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar fear? The young man standing among those distorted monsters suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes slowly stopped on their faces, and then moved away in an instant.

The heart was tightened by an invisible force. Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but took a step back, while Izumi Jinghua clenched the blade in his hand. Sweat covered his entire palm. He opened his mouth, wanting to scream The other party's name, but for some reason, could not be called out.

Then, the scene changed drastically, as if they were brought into a dream in an instant. This was not a dream, but more like a nightmare.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stared in front of him blankly, those monsters disappeared without a trace for some reason, replaced by a familiar scene that appeared without warning.

The tassels blown by the wind were like boiling water, and the rising white mist echoed the crackling flames. The jet-black hair of the girl whose face could not be seen in the car was covered with splashing fire beads, and her miserable cries resounded through the air. Amidst the terrifying flames rushing upwards, the air is filled with the smell of scorched skin after being engulfed by the flames. Even though it is late at night, it is brighter and more miserable than the day, and it is completely reflected at this moment. In Akutagawa's eyes.

The sharp wailing resounded through the ground, accompanied by the sudden sound of the shaking iron plates of the car, and the bright red flames were all reflected in the eyes of the young man.Akutagawa unconsciously took a step forward, as if he was attracted by something strange.

Most of the fanatical art supremacists are complete losers.

He wants to catch the flame, before it turns into a pool of cold ashes, if he wants to throw himself into the flame, Akutagawa thought, like a moth drawing concentric circles and gradually approaching death.

The cold and desolate night wind blew across his side face, and there was a stabbing pain in his chest. Akutagawa yelled in a low voice, his eyes slowly focused.No flames, no wretched women on fire, no shrill cries.He staggered back a step, barely supporting his body with the knife in his hand on the ground.

The chest was pierced by a pitch-black knife, and the monster in front of him stared at him with those black pupils. The blade was slowly pulled out from the young man's chest, spreading the terrifying black smoke. Akutagawa Ryunosuke opened his mouth, but A slight sigh was heard.

Small whispers lingered in his ears, accompanied by chaotic footsteps and one or two sharp taunts, something invisible was pulling his ankles, it was obvious that he was standing on the ground, but he seemed to have stopped on the edge of a crumbling cliff.

His mother's breath surrounded his nose again, the young man turned his head slightly, and the mocking sound became clearer.And the courage to fight against death that had been gathered with great difficulty dissipated like fog at this moment.

There was another stabbing pain, Akutagawa lowered his eyes, this time it was still the knife, piercing his heart like a knife with a split blade, he took another step back, the anxiety entrenched in his heart like a dragon followed that The stabbing pain was magnified to the extreme.In front of him was a pool of red blood, thousands of limbs crowded like sardines caught by the sea and piled up into hills.

The posture of the struggling and shouting sinner is half submerged and half floating in the pool of blood. The gaze of Sakyamuni in the sky is calm and indifferent. The tide of sadness and fatigue gradually engulfs his thoughts. The youth's eyes are foggy at this moment. Translucent ice that looks like it's been polluted by something.

With the sound of rain, he heard the sound of rain hitting leaves, the sound of wind hitting glass, and the chill of the night penetrated into his skin.Akutagawa slowly bent an arc without any joy.

His chest began to vibrate slightly, if he could close his eyes and face death like this...

The feeling of falling became more and more clear, and the huge translucent gear slowly rose in his vision, gradually occupying his entire vision.There was severe pain in the brain, and Ryunosuke Akutagawa closed his eyes.

The blade in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He fell down the cliff in a posture of facing up, his face was calm as if he was dying, and he fell backward slowly.

"Master Akutagawa!!!"

A familiar and anxious voice sounded, Akutagawa Ryunosuke opened his eyes, his peach-red hair was blown up by the wind, his gilt eyes shone like gold, and the rustling cold wind made him wear His closed cloak rattled.

The man holding a huge scythe looked like the sun falling into the sky, and all the chill seemed to melt away in an instant.He desperately stretched out his hand, reached Akutagawa's raised fingertips, and then grabbed it violently.

"I got you!"

The author has something to say:

I want to write a story of two-way dependence, not simply summed up with the word 'salvation', but more complex and delicate emotions. (I can't seem to describe it accurately with my poor language)

The previous announcement has been replaced, although the author has not given me any reply (I have not seen any revisions or subsequent announcements), but my anger has been exhausted (I have bought a lot of books recently and can slowly look up)