Central Plains Commander

While walking with Zhongya, Fyodor still asked, "How is my companion now?"

"Uh..." Zhong also paused, and said honestly, "He touched something that shouldn't be touched, and now he's turned into a stone statue."

"Really?" Fyodor was not too surprised by this result. After all, it was Gogol who still wanted to touch dangerous things after seeing that head that would turn people into stone. His nature, excessive freedom created his personality, and also doomed his end.

So not only did he not feel surprised, but he also felt that it was a matter of course.

"Will he recover?" Fyodor asked calmly.

"We will try our best to treat him." Zhong also gave an affirmative reply, "It's just..."

"I'm just not sure if it can be saved, and I don't know how long it will take, right?" Fyodor smiled and looked out of the window, "Maybe I stayed for a long time on the October Revolution, and the current I also love the sea."

"It's my advice to you. It doesn't matter whether you listen or not. If I were Gogol, I would hope that you would smash the stone statue into pieces now." Fyodor turned to look at him sideways, "Whether petrified Whether he is still conscious afterwards, his own soul absolutely rejects this state."

"Because he has no freedom at all, being imprisoned in a stone statue is the worst punishment for him." Fyodor sighed and said, "Crush that stone statue, if you still want to save the words of his soul."

Zhong also paused, didn't answer yes or no, just nodded and said, "I see, do you have any other suggestions?"

"No, come to me tomorrow after you ask Dazai-kun to sort out the information you want to ask about me. As long as it is a question that I can answer, I am willing to tell the truth." Fyodor said with a smile, "Then ,Good night."

"Good night." Zhong also watched him enter the guest room, scratched his head helplessly, and walked towards the previous reception room, where Rimbaud and the others should be waiting for him now.

Sure enough, when I returned to the reception room on the first floor of the main building, I saw them all staying in the reception room without any sleepiness. The ship lady on duty even prepared coffee and snacks for them, making it clear that they planned to stay overnight Rhythm.

Rimbaud took out a stack of manuscript paper very bluntly and handed it to Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai, "I think that gentleman may ask him any questions now, as long as he can answer, he will tell you the answer honestly, so Write down what you want to ask yourself."

"Hey, I don't want to do such a boring thing." Dazai Osamu said that he would never do such a stupid thing, but Mori Ogai took a piece of paper curiously and began to write and draw. He may not want to ask about the other party, but it must be used to sort out his thoughts during this time.

"Commander." The ship's wife in the room was the first to notice his return, saluted him lightly, and then walked over to pour him a cup of coffee.

The October Revolution was also sitting by the window in the room. The strong smell of alcohol on her body was still there, and no one wanted to get close to her. Even Osamu Dazai usually watched Oda and the others drink in the bar, and most of them drank Whiskey and the like, and most of them have been modulated, but the vodka they drink, let's drink it in a vacuum!

He even saw the water of life there!

How did these two men drink 96% alcoholic vodka?Or is the body structure of the ship girl different from that of a human?That's right, they can all become steel warships, how could they still be like humans...

Osamu Dazai fell into chaos.

The appearance of Zhongya Zhongyuan pulled him out of this chaos.

"What are you doing?" Zhong also looked at the somewhat chaotic scene. He first leaned over curiously and glanced at what Mori Ogai was writing. Mr. Mori didn't have any intention of hiding anything. He took out the manuscript paper and showed it to him, only to see a series of unfamiliar names written on it, followed by a number that probably marked the price.

He couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth, "What is this?"

"I want to buy a small dress for Alice." Mori Ogai said without the slightest bit of embarrassment, "I've recently taken a fancy to a lot of new products from brands, and I'm waiting to go buy them with Alice when I'm on vacation. ~"

"Sorry." Zhong also resolutely stayed away from this man who made him wonder what kind of evaluation he should make. He glanced sideways at Rimbaud, and saw that he wrote intermittent words on the manuscript paper very simply. It's a bit like writing poetry and a bit like writing prose.

The corner of his mouth continued to twitch, "Since you all look so leisurely, why don't you go to rest and insist on staying here all night to waste time?"

After he finished speaking, he planned to go out, "I'll deal with the statue of Gogol, you can do it yourself."

Several people suddenly looked at each other in dismay, and finally stood up while belching October Revolution, "Well, I know you still find it strange, but Fyodor's change is real, after all, he and you There is a fatal difference."

As she spoke, she quickly turned her head and sprayed a big belch out of the window, and then said slowly, "Fyodor is someone who really wants to change the world, but you are not."

These words made all three of them stunned.

The October Revolution said with some emotion: "Only those who really want to change the world will accept Bolshevik ideas so quickly and see the future from these ideas. There is no doubt that you all have something you want to protect , but in the final analysis, your structure is too small, as small as only one or a few people, as small as a family, as small as only one city."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Only when people have something they want to protect can they move forward more stably." October Revolution looked at his palm and smiled softly, "But like him, he puts his sights on more People in distant places and in the far future, because they want to do too many things, and their desires are too general, so they have always been at a loss in the past."

"Confused? That demon?" Osamu Dazai almost suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Of course, he is confused, otherwise he wouldn't have such an idea." The October Revolution shrugged, "Thinking that people with supernatural powers are the source of disrupting the world is the answer he found under confusion. Now he has a clear idea." With the goal and firm belief, naturally I will not do those wrong things again.”

She said, looking up at the night sky expectantly, "Maybe in a few decades, you may see him in the world's political arena."

Dazai Osamu showed a disgusted expression, while Mori Ogai showed a somewhat understanding expression.

You know, unlike Osamu Dazai, Mori Ogai was once an officer with a bright future and planned to climb up step by step.

Hearing the words of the October Revolution at this time, he sighed helplessly, "It is only possible to try such an approach in Russia."

"Yeah, after all, it doesn't apply to other countries." The October Revolution smiled. "Okay, if you really can't sleep, do you want to continue drinking with me? I think I can continue."

"No, it's getting late, I'm going to rest, I'm still a growing baby." Osamu Dazai stood up resolutely, he didn't want to drink with a barrel, or drink the kind that burns his throat and heals Spirits of other senses!

"Me too, for the sake of my liver, I don't want to drink." Mori Ogai stood up with a smile and said goodbye.

"If it's red wine, I'd be happy to have a couple of glasses, but spirits are fine." Rimbaud also declined with a smile.

The group of people quickly disbanded, and within a moment, not even a single shadow disappeared.

October Revolution smiled and stretched his shoulders hard, then swayed his body and walked towards the dormitory area of ​​Jianniang.

Early the next morning, Zhongyuan Zhong took two people who had been cultivating immortals all night to find Fyodor. The group of four people all cultivated immortals until the early morning, but none of them showed a lack of energy. This is probably the victory of the cultivating party. Alright.

During this period, Osamu Dazai chased Fyodor and asked a lot of questions. As Fyodor said, as long as it was a question he could answer, he honestly said it all, even including the five declines of heaven and man and Divine power information.

Mori Ogai was shocked when he heard this, there is such a thing? !What happened to Fukuchi Sakurachi?

"I won't intervene in Shenwei's affairs, but no matter what you want to do, don't forget his identity." Fyodor just gave such a reminder, and then turned to look at Zhongya, " There is one more person, I will send him over in two days, and the child of Sigma, I will entrust you."

"Ah, leave it to me." Nakaya nodded to him after hearing him talk about the birth of Sigma.

When everything came to an end, it was almost evening, Chuya sent Fyodor to the Russian embassy in Tokyo, and Osamu Dazai returned home with a look of dismay, and was comforted by Oda Sakunosuke.

Mori Ogai reluctantly reconnected with his previous relationship in the army, and planned to make an appointment to chat with Fukuzawa Yukichi.

After all, as Fyodor said, no matter what they want to do, they cannot get around Fukuji Sakurachi's current identity.That is, Fukuzawa Yukichi will be hit hard by then.

Thinking of the possible blow to Fukuzawa Yukichi, Mori Ogai was happy again.

Early the next morning, when Osamu Dazai woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the guest room of Oda Sakunosuke's house. He got up with some difficulty, and his mind was still a little bit confused. He felt that the world was really too magical.Fyodor actually has faith and wants to change the world.

However, at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the guest room, and Oda Sakunosuke's calm voice came from outside, "Dazai, I'm off to work, breakfast is already on the table, don't forget to go after you get up." School, you should go back and sell your leave."

Well, Sakunosuke Oda is working as an editor now, and he has to go to school. This world is already magical enough, and a little more is not a big deal.

Osamu Dazai replied in a lazy voice: "Okay, I see."

The author has something to say:

Sigma, come to the den!

感谢在2020-10-0323:59:13~2020-10-0423:56:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 glass phoenix;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of grapes without seeds;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!