Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

Some people say that if you read more books, you will naturally learn to write more or less.

This may not be entirely true, but it is true for Akutagawa.

Since he was picked up by Mr. R when he was eight years old, he started to get in touch with knowledge until he was 17 years old. Akutagawa has read too many books to count, because as a killer, he often has to move his base, and occasionally because of missions, he will go to the world Traveling around in various countries, heavy books are naturally impossible to take with you. Most of them can only be read a few times before throwing them away. Therefore, when encountering a book he likes, Akutagawa Ryunosuke often stays up late to read every sentence and chapter thoroughly. became his only interest.

Many classical books involve historical background and humanistic atmosphere, otherwise it will be difficult to interpret due to differences in concepts. In order to avoid such problems, Akutagawa Ryunosuke often studies the history of various countries. When reading in the early days, knowledge Akutagawa, whose volume is not so rich, also deliberately chooses Asian books whose concepts are closer to his own and easier to understand, such as Japanese Edo literature in this world, and Chinese classical novels that are close to Japan, such as Outlaws of the Marsh and Journey to the West. Category.

In the later stage, the amount of knowledge gradually enriched, and reading was no longer limited. Baudelaire's poetry collection "Flowers of Evil" in France, Strindberg in Sweden's "Dance of the Dead"... Basically, as long as it is literature, he will or Take a few more or less glances, and if you happen to close your eyes, you will spend a lot of effort on research.

But because I was born in Japan, I always subconsciously pay a little more attention to the Japanese literary world.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was too young when he crossed, so he didn't know whether the history of Japan in this different world would be the same as the world he originally belonged to, but it didn't affect him at all.At least according to his feelings, the two worlds are completely similar, and the roots of human nature seem to be withdrawn.

But I don't know if it's Akutagawa Ryunosuke's illusion.

... Japan's modern literary world seems to be much empty compared to other countries.

At least he seems to be impressed by the works of only a few modern literary writers.

And one of the writers' works, even if you read it several times, you won't get bored.

——A writer named Natsume Soseki.

"Mr. Natsume Soseki's articles are delicate and elegant, bright and humorous, very suitable for sitting down and reading by the window."

Akutagawa once embraced the works of Natsume Soseki, and Mr. R, who is knowledgeable and knowledgeable about almost everything, said this:

"If I was born in the same era as Mr. Natsume Soseki, I very much hope that I can visit him, even if I can only say a few words."

Mr. R raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then with a cold snort of unknown meaning, he stood up and took the book from Akutagawa's hand.

The mature Mr. Assassin took a special time to finish reading the novel that was praised by his students with critical eyes.

Facts have proved that a good work is still a good work, and even Mr. R has no way to refute it.

However, the author of this book seems to have died long ago.

And he is just a writer, so there is no possibility of comparing himself with himself.

What's more, Mr. R only needs a light word to change the base, and Akutagawa, who treats the teacher completely obediently, can immediately clean up all his books.

Without the slightest hesitation.

So Mr. R changed his base.

……

These two teacher-student partners are strong and cautious. Every time they move out of the stronghold, they will carefully dispose of all traces of life that can reveal their information.

Before picking up Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Mr. R was always troublesome to deal with his traces at the temporary base.

After picking up Ryunosuke Akutagawa, things became much simpler.

—Anyway, just throw them all to Rashomon and devour them.

The leftover ingredients in the refrigerator, the coffee pot, the books stacked in Akutagawa’s room, the pile of newspapers by the dining table, several pictures on the wall with pushpins on their heads, dozens of photos of assassination targets... Anyway, there are all kinds of things, All kinds of things, as long as they reveal various personal information such as their occupations, habits, preferences, etc., they will all be disposed of.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke’s Rashomon was born with a bad appetite, and he would eat everything without feeling full. According to Mr. R’s observation, this is more like Rashomon devouring space.

perfectly worked.

In short, Akutagawa was packing things carefully, distinguishing between what to take away and what to dispose of. He stuffed his precious book to Rashomon floating in the air beside him, as well as various papers and pens.

"Ok?"

He suddenly stopped his movements and made a bewildered ending sound, a trace of bewilderment floated across his face.

Akutagawa walked to the desk, carefully rummaged through the drawers, and searched among the interlayers of various books, and even asked Rashomon to look under the bed.

"there is none left……"

The 17-year-old boy blinked his dark eyes and muttered subconsciously.

"What's gone?"

Mr. R leaned against the door of Akutagawa's room and asked.

"Ah, it's not a big deal, it's just something..." Akutagawa turned his head to explain when he heard the sound, and paused for a moment before he finished speaking. He opened his eyes slightly, "Mr. R, what is in your hand—?"

A grown man in a suit and taller than Akutagawa was standing there at some point, turning over a stack of papers in his hand.

It's not thick, only about 20 or so sheets. From a distance, one can vaguely see that the paper is full of dense but neatly written handsome and light characters.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke panicked immediately, his expression turned crimson unnaturally.

"First, sir!?"

He stammered and raised his voice, and rushed over as soon as he took a step. He stretched out his hand, subconsciously trying to grab the paper in Mr. R's hand.

Mr. R has quick eyesight and quick hands. He wrapped his left hand around the waist of the rushing student, and pressed it firmly to prevent him from jumping up. With the other hand, he held the stack of papers up, just avoiding Akutagawa's outstretched hand.

Then he let go of his left hand, and made an invincible pat kill on the student's head.

The teacher's broad and callused hand pressed on the forehead, and Ryunosuke Akutagawa seemed to have been pressed the pause button for an instant.

After a long time, like a cat being cornered, he whispered nervously and helplessly:

"...such poor writing is not something worth reading, Mr. R."

As I read more books, I naturally learned to write more or less.

This cannot be generalized, but at least Ryunosuke Akutagawa tried.

He didn't mean to be a writer, but because he had read too many books, coupled with the experience of real life experience, he occasionally got inspiration and wanted to write it down.

It was an indescribable feeling, akin to a spur-of-the-moment feeling, and perhaps writers, artists, and the like would understand this emotion better.

But write it down.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke never thought that what he wrote could be any better, let alone be seen by his most respected Mr. R.

Because of the frequent transfer of bases, various tasks and training, Akutagawa Ryunosuke has no time to write novels.

Therefore, what he writes are all short stories that have been conceived in his mind early on and completed in one go, probably only a few thousand to ten thousand to twenty thousand words.

I put it away after I finished writing, I didn't mean to show it to anyone, and let Rashomon dispose of it all when I moved the base. Before being discovered by Mr. R today, Akutagawa didn't know how many words he had written, anyway, he had been written by Luo Sheng The door swallowed.

Mr. R lowered his eyelids slightly, looked at the student who was a full head shorter than himself, the corner of his mouth suddenly raised, took a step back, took advantage of the moment Akutagawa was stunned, he stuffed the stack of papers into the middle of his suit with his backhand, turned around Just walked out of the room.

Akutagawa: "...Mr. R!"

The boy with black hair and black eyes, except for the snow-white ends of his temples, changed his complexion. He opened his eyes nervously, and followed behind the man step by step.

He racked his brains to think about what the teacher meant, his face full of bewilderment.

"What are you doing with me? Are you done packing?" Mr. R stopped suddenly, turned his face and asked.

"No, but—"

"Then go clean it up." Mr. R stretched out his index finger and poked the student's forehead unquestionably, "Don't dawdle."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who would never veto Mr. R's arrangement, hesitated to pack his things.

And the man, after watching his student go back to the room to tidy up the last traces, snorted, took out the stack of papers and flipped through them again.

"...This is really unexpected."

Who would have thought.

A child who was born at the bottom of the society in the abandoned street, once begged to die, and lived like a walking corpse or a street dog, unexpectedly has such a talent in literature.

This stack of papers contains five short stories in total.

Each article is only about a few thousand words, and the most one is no more than [-] words.

However, this instead highlights the author's literary talent.

Short stories are not at all easy to write.

It is even more difficult to write a good short story,

How to tell a complete and good story within a limited number of words, but also to express the connotation and thoughts, is quite strict on the author's literary skills, and it is also the type of style that can best reflect a writer's sense of language, talent, and imagination .

A novel can slowly expand the plot and perfect the character of the character, but a short story can't. He has no extra words to waste. Every sentence, every word, and every description must be concise and touching. No transition is needed, and the most exciting and most wanted to express things are presented directly.

In a few words, Akutagawa Ryunosuke has a thorough understanding of human nature and life, and uses his accumulated knowledge in the past to weave concise stories.

There is no complicated and detailed social life, and there are no ups and downs of the times.

All of his stories are reflections of the human world, and his particularly detailed psychological state probably stems from his too cruel childhood experience. When Akutagawa was not yet grown up, he had already seen the darkest side of the world.

Human nature is as distinct as black and white to him.

This made Mr. R involuntarily think: If this child was born in a normal family and grew up well, he might become a famous writer through the ages.

Speaking of which, Ryunosuke also unknowingly changed the content of his speech and his self-proclaimed manner. Although there must be his own influence, but the tone of a Japanese literati is definitely not Mr. R. A typical Italian gentleman can affect the aspects.

It can only be learned from books.

They are free killers with strong strength and no strict restrictions. Mr. R doesn't mind his students expanding their fields in other fields. Even if it is himself, he will occasionally study in fields such as mathematics, physics, and even boxing. It's very versatile to express your opinions and then get a piece of appreciation without pressure.

In short, Mr. R carefully put away the stack of papers Akutagawa wrote.

Just when he was about to go indoors to urge his students, a sudden strange sight made Mr. R instantly alert.

The time to draw the gun is less than one second, and there is no deviation in the direction of alignment.

"who is it!?"

The shadow of the brim of the hat blurred Mr. R's expression, but the cold murderous aura was undisguised.

At some point, an odd man sat on the empty sofa.

He was wearing an iron hat, an iron mask on his face, a British windbreaker, and a delicate chain hanging from his shoulders. His gloves, mask, and hat were all covered with black and white checkers checkers.

Holding a cane in both hands, the man of unknown origin was sitting on the sofa in the safe house, even if Mr. R pointed a gun at him, he didn't panic at all.

"Excuse me, Mr. The World's Strongest Assassin."

The man of unknown origin said so.