Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

Ryunosuke Akutagawa always woke up very early, every day he got up on time at six o'clock.

In fact, he didn't get enough sleep at all, but his body instinct seemed to have gotten used to it. No matter how late he went to bed the night before, he would wake up at six o'clock the next day, as if he had an alarm clock in his mind—unless the illness was so severe that his eyes Can't even open it.

He basically has no material desires. If he has to say what he wants, it is probably only books. However, the library in Naples is free and open to the outside world. Although there are generally no new books on the market, there are some classic books. It is still quite complete, and it is enough to borrow a few copies occasionally to read back. After all, Akutagawa is the kind of person who can read an old book carefully five or six times from beginning to end.

Borrow three books at a time, and will not go out to return the books until they are finished.

The only trouble was Bugarati's visit. That guy seemed very worried about Akutagawa Ryunosuke's physical condition, especially when the neighbors occasionally chatted with each other when he mentioned Akutagawa could hardly go out for several days, and the lights were still on at night. The behavior of sleeping, the number of visits by this guy is even more.

"I don't need you to worry about it."

After being knocked on the door again, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who pretended not to hear, watched silently as the other party used the ability called [Stand-in] to install a zipper on the door, and then walked in majestically.

"Your behavior like this should be called illegal trespassing... Hey, probably only at this time, your behavior can barely touch the gangsters."

"Sorry, but I'm too worried about you." Buccarati said with an apologetic but honest expression, "Akutagawa, it will be better for your body to go for a walk, would you like to come with me?" Are you going on patrol?"

"I refuse."

"I won't let you walk the dog again."

"...No need." Akutagawa couldn't help turning his head when he mentioned this, his pale face was covered with a shadow, with disgust that he couldn't bear to recall, "I don't need other jobs, I can support myself, no You need to worry unnecessarily, not to mention, that kind of job is not suitable for me at all."

Bugarati laughed, "However, you are doing very well. Everyone in the town says that you are serious and responsible, and you can do everything perfectly."

"Although it's extremely boring, work is work. Now that you accept it, it's normal to finish it well?" Akutagawa said, then paused, "What's more, yours is not called work at all, although it is very I know that you are an idiot, but I don’t want to owe you too much... The money you gave before will be doubled in the near future.”

"No, that's what you deserve."

"That's not called a reward at all, it's just a charity given by a guy who is too rotten and kind." Akutagawa stared at the other party, sizing him up: "You are really not afraid of being relied on by others."

"I think my ability to recognize people is quite good." Buccarati showed a hearty smile indifferently, "Akutagawa is not that kind of person, serious and responsible, and has a kind heart, so this is completely Nothing to worry about."

good heart?

"Who are you talking about?" Akutagawa asked coldly, "Whether it's murder or torture, as long as it has to be done, I will never be lenient, so don't use those words to describe me, if you use your standards to evaluate me It would be a big mistake."

"Since you said that your ability to recognize people is not bad, after this period of time, you should also see what kind of existence I am?"

His skin is pale, and his body is extraordinarily slender. Although he looks weak from the outside, he is actually more dangerous than anyone else.

Living in the normal world doesn't matter, and killing people doesn't matter, he wanders between black and white without any burden.

Whether it is redemption or killing, it will not have any impact on the person named Akutagawa.

It's completely different from what Bugarati guessed at the beginning, the image of being trafficked - it's better to say that this guess was ridiculed by Akutagawa who couldn't understand it for a while, who could kidnap him?Leaving aside his own strength, even taking ten thousand steps back, he has lost consciousness, and Rashomon, who can act independently, is not a vegetarian.

Bugarati refuted this with righteous words, no one is without weaknesses, and this is also the meaning of the existence of companions.

In short, even though he took off the abducted impression brand, but after learning more about what kind of person Akutagawa Ryunosuke is, Bucciarati is even more unable to leave him alone.

—Because redemption and killing make no difference to him.

Then, it is even more necessary to hold the other party tightly and not let him go to the other side.

Compared with the bottomless darkness, the warm sunshine is more beautiful, right?

After discovering this, Buccarati began to invite the other party to be his companion again.

Another invitation, another rejection.

"I don't have any interest in maintaining order." Akutagawa will always use this reason to answer, "Besides, your team is not suitable for me."

People who are too gentle are easy to be used.

There is no doubt that Bucciarati is a charismatic leader, but Ryunosuke Akutagawa is essentially an adult.

Being an adult means that he will make more rational judgments.

Bugarati is a good man, but he won't be the kind of leader Akutagawa prefers.

"Even so, I owe you a favor."

Akutagawa added: "If it's something within my ability, I will unconditionally help you once... Those boring jobs don't count."

……

After Akutagawa Ryunosuke rejected the job from Bugarati, he stayed at home and seldom went out.

This inevitably made Bugarati a little worried about the other party's living expenses in the future. After all, how to work at home?

Until one day, he suddenly saw an article in the newspaper.

A short story called Life.

The main character is the worst kind of rotten person.

Drugging, stealing, taking pleasure in sarcasm and violence, little more than a Neapolitan alley gangster.He deceives others with vulgar and clever language. Because of drug addiction, the protagonist loses all his family property and even sells his young daughter.

His wife couldn't bear it and chose to divorce him. His elderly parents begged him violently.

He didn't realize it.

The protagonist muddles through, laughing and being happy every day. When he has no money, he makes a deal with a drug dealer he is accustomed to. He goes to deceive some ignorant little devils and make them addicted to drugs. Pack the powder that can make him feel good as a reward.

The little ghosts who were deceived included children from the bottom of the class, as well as students in high school, and even children from rich families were dragged down to the bottom of hell.

Their future life, at this moment, is nothing more than the value of one or two packs of white powder to the protagonist.

Occasionally, when no one can be fooled, the protagonist who has relapsed from drug addiction is writhing in pain. His parents finally made up their minds to force him to quit drugs, and then he was hit in the back of the head with a beer bottle by the irritable protagonist and died.

[What's so bad about living like this?I am so happy every day! ]

After making such a declaration, the protagonist burst out laughing.

He continued to live like this, swearing dirtyly, and continued to commit crimes, until he had no one to accompany him, and died alone in an alley at a young age, ending his short life.

Before he died, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth. As he said, the protagonist spent every day happily.

Abandoning all those who love him, chasing that white powder all his life, every day is dull and short.

has it ended?

No.

The children he coaxed into hell grow up and follow in the protagonist's footsteps.

They muddle along, laughing and having fun every day, ruining all their property, being violent to their relatives, and chasing the small bag of white powder crazily.

Even though they only met the protagonist a few times, their lives overlap surprisingly.

Drugs, steals, cheats, takes pleasure in sarcasm and violence.

I spent my whole life chasing that white powder, and then issued a happy declaration in unison: [What's wrong with such a life?I am so happy every day! ]

Shocking like reincarnation.

This is an article that uses the extremely exquisite and humorous writing from the beginning to the end, and uses a very short space to describe a scene of hell on earth with artistic perfection.

There isn't any hopeful twist, and it goes downhill all the way from beginning to end.

The protagonist's proclamation of happiness, the life he thinks he is living a life of happiness, and the brisk tone in describing all of this, all seem particularly ironic from the perspective of a third party.

And this is precisely the epitome of the dark side of Naples, the drug-ridden Italy in the world.

"Is it a good article?"

Rarely free to take a break, Bugarati and the owner borrowed a newspaper from the day before yesterday, ordered a cup of coffee and sat at an outdoor table in a beverage shop.Bugarati, who was still immersed in the story, clutched the newspaper tightly, his sea-like eyes were empty, and his heart was full of shock.

Until the elderly lady in the drink shop came out with a plate of homemade cookies and wanted to give them the respected Bucharati, she happened to notice what the other party was looking at, immediately became interested, and said happily.

"Yes, excellent article."

Bugarati replied, "It's as shocking as ice water poured down on your head in midsummer, and it's so realistic that it makes people frightened."

"That's the way it should be!"

The proprietress smiled brightly, "I am a loyal fan of this contributor. As long as there are newspapers contributed by this person, I will definitely buy them back and collect them carefully."

"My son, I have read this person's previous submissions... I have read them too, and they are all good stories."

The proprietress's tone was cheerful, with the feeling that she couldn't wait to share: "My 15-year-old son used drugs secretly before, and he didn't care about it. He also did things like stealing money, and even fought. Get him out, but after reading this person’s article, my son suddenly told me that he will never take drugs again and go back to school, and he said that he doesn’t want to become like that in the article.”

"Can you imagine? Bugarati, my son, he made up his mind to quit drugs, and said he was going to go to school. Holy Mary, my good son is back."

The proprietress started to shed tears as she spoke, because it was tears of joy, and Bugarati was sincerely happy for her.

"This author must have heard the voice of God, and it is precisely because of this that he was able to write such a shocking text that saved my son." The proprietress murmured, closing her eyes, and sincerely blessed that The author prayed for each other from the bottom of my heart.

Bucciarati moved his gaze to the signature of the newspaper. It was not a common name, but more like a name pieced together from Italian phonetic symbols.

"A...kuta...gawa?" Bugarati pronounced slowly in Italian, feeling a little familiar.

"Akutagawa?"

He read it again, thinking for a while, and suddenly opened his sea-like eyes wide, and raised his voice involuntarily:

"Akutagawa!?"