Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

Since the debut of the writer named Akutagawa, every article he published has received a particularly enthusiastic response.

Among them, readers with certain assets or family backgrounds occupy the majority.

This is not something incomprehensible.

Only with certain assets can they have the possibility of education, literacy, and the concept of reading. Even if they don’t like reading, they will read daily newspapers more or less. Among them, the more background, social status The higher the level, the more knowledge you can access.

Therefore, the class most affected by Akutagawa's article is actually the lower middle class, with certain educational concepts, and wealthy families whose social status is gradually rising.

The people at the bottom of the bottom line are mostly illiterate and dismiss such things as spending money on newspapers as a waste of money. Naturally, they will not be interested in any literature that is popular in society. They are just like Akutagawa's The protagonist, muddle along.

However, the problem is starting here.

The sales of drugs in Italy are rampant, the total number far exceeds that of other countries. It is something that has infiltrated the daily life of residents like a common meal. Even if everyone knows that it is not a good thing, they still cannot resist the invasion of drugs. There are probably two to three households in the family with drug addicts, ranging from the elderly to children, of all ages.

Among them, most of the sales targets of drug trafficking gangs are guys with certain family assets, middle and lower social status, literate, and a source of income.

The really rich people tend to have a high level of education and solid ideas. Although they have a lot of money, they are not easy to cheat at all. It is not bad to be able to pull down one or two occasionally. However, the children of the rich may be more likely to become addicted to drugs, but that After all, it is a minority.For most drug dealers, those who are not of high status and the most ordinary people in the society are the best choice. It is the target customers that they usually contact the most.

Although ten ordinary people are not as profitable as pulling a rich person into the abyss of drugs, but ordinary people are the main components of society, and the benefits brought by accumulating small amounts of money are far beyond imagination.

Squeeze out all the assets of the other party, and then abandon them who have fallen to the bottom without hesitation, let them be addicted to drugs, die or die, and then step into the abyss of crime for the money to buy drugs, and the final fate will not be the same. No suspense: Either die on the street, or be caught in the police because of a crime, basically life has come to an end.

But this doesn't touch the drug dealers, they don't have a conscience to condemn them at all, they just keep looking for new targets like hyenas that smell the smell in pursuit of more benefits.

However, now, the drug dealers in Naples are shocked to find that their sales have started to drop frequently in the past few months.

Several of their clients who were already in their hands began to reject them with disgust on their faces. Even if they endured the pain of drug addiction, they were unwilling to take the next drug. New clients were no longer easy to deceive. They almost saw the moment He frowned and fled.

Among them, the higher the social class, the more this is the case. A young master from a rich family in their hands suddenly put aside drugs completely, cut off contact with them completely, and voluntarily went home to accept his father's anger and ecstasy. Condemnation, this big loss really hit them hard on the head.

This is really too abnormal.

Drug dealers set out to find out why, and it wasn't too difficult for them.

Who let the largest drug trafficking group, the gang named [Passion], secretly rule Italy and have roots all over the country?

It is they who infiltrate the drug to such an extent and derive huge benefits from it.

……

An hour after Akutagawa Ryunosuke learned that the newspaper office had been bombed, he himself was attacked.

At that time, the landlord's mother-in-law was kindly asking him to taste a plate of homemade cookies, but three guys dressed like punks and holding guns broke in.

Without saying a word, he directly pulled the trigger.

If it wasn't for Akutagawa Ryunosuke's timely response, allowing Rashomon to block all the bullets, he would have been fine because of Rashomon's autonomous defense, but the landlord's old lady may not be so.

"You are a stand-in messenger!?"

One of them saw the strange scene of the bullet being blocked in the air, opened his eyes and shouted, but soon calmed down, he still maintained a condescending attitude, and looked up and down Akutagawa's deceptive appearance , sneered contemptuously: "Hmph, is it the ability to defend? Not to be feared... Hey, you guy, posting that kind of content hinders our [enthusiasm] way of making money, you must have the consciousness of being chased and killed, right? "

"...a way of making money?" Akutagawa stood up and stood in front of the landlord, but he didn't react immediately.

He knew the Mafia [Passionate], the sole ruler of the world in Italy of this world.

But only there.

Since Bugarati left him in the bright world, Akutagawa Ryunosuke originally planned to continue to study writing, and then explore Rashomon's ability in his spare time, and find a way to return to his own world and Mr. R's world, quietly Just live on.

Therefore, it has only been a few months since he came to this world, and he makes a living as a writer. If he wants to say that the only connection between him and Enthusiasm is probably Bugarati, who is a member of Enthusiasm.

Perhaps it was the title of Passionate Italy's No. [-] gangster that gave Akutagawa an illusion, and instinctively compared it with the top mafia he had seen before.

In addition, he didn't intend to have anything to do with enthusiasm, so he rarely went into it.

however.

He has no intention of causing trouble, but trouble may not necessarily let him go.

After learning the reason why the newspaper was blown up, Akutagawa came to his senses in an instant, and his expression was instantly cold.

"Although I don't understand why you can affect the sales of our drugs by writing a few words, anyway, our gangsters only look at the results."

"Since it has already caused an impact, it is necessary to kill chickens and monkeys."

Destroy the newspaper and let other publishing-related companies carefully consider the standards for manuscript submission.

Kill the original author and crack down on this type of article.

That's what they always do.

Solve everything with violence.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "...?"

... What kind of stupid trick is this?

The gangsters in this world are completely different from the mafia that Akutagawa Ryunosuke saw.

Not only can it not be compared with the Pengel family, who are also the dark rulers of Italy and the veritable head of the mafia, they can't even compare with the port mafia that occupies the city of Yokohama.

Naples, no, the root of the drug epidemic in the whole of Italy, is the result of gangsters [enthusiasm].

Obviously there are so many ways to make money, but they choose this kind of profit method that is no different from killing chickens to extract eggs, and squeeze the people like livestock. Such an existence will become the biggest gangster, and even the country can't do anything about it.

...It's even worse than I imagined.

The gang named [Passionate] brought the yoke of fear to this country.

Feeling bored and depressed suddenly filled his chest, Ryunosuke Akutagawa slightly lowered his eyelids, his dark eyes were still as calm as stagnant water, more because of his habit of being almost numb to this phenomenon.

Human nature is inherently evil, and egoism is still the majority after all. No matter which world it is, ridiculous things will never disappear.

Especially in this world.

It's not an environment where you can write well, and it's no wonder that drugs are rampant to such an extent. Before Akutagawa, no one dared to publicize anything.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought coldly.

He turned around calmly, and pulled the panicked, short and thin landlady into his arms, blocking her view.

"Akuta, Akutagawa, me, will I be okay?"

Trembling, the originally kind landlady's face was full of fear, she stretched out her hand and firmly grabbed the clothes on Akutagawa Ryunosuke's chest, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

She trusted and respected the young man in front of her, and her level of trust was comparable to that of Bugarati.

Because she is the only one other than Bugarati who knows that her tenant is the existence of the recently famous writer-this is the same as Akutagawa, there is no trace in this world, and there is no companion who needs to be protected by herself. There is no difference from ordinary people, so it is related to the behavior of not deliberately concealing the identity according to the living habits of his original world.

Now because of the relationship between writing and being silenced, and even the newspapers that contributed to it were blown up, such a method was never thought of by Akutagawa Ryunosuke-it is completely inconsistent with the name of the first gangster.

It's 1998, right?It's not an era when the king is a dictator of ideas, right?

Such arrogance to blow up the newspaper office and come to his door really opened his eyes.

The landlady's old lady has seen the stinky boy who was awakened by Akutagawa Ryunosuke's words, and she also heard other people's discussions when shopping for vegetables. She is an old lady with little knowledge. I feel relieved, but I can't tell what is good, but I can't help feeling admiration for Akutagawa's words.

Out of this mentality, it has become her daily routine to give some homemade snacks occasionally.

Never expected to be involved in such a thing today.

"Please don't worry, you'll be fine."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa stated in a calm tone. Although he looked young, every word he said was mature and reliable.

"Just go to sleep, wake up and it's over."

As he said so, he quietly put his hand on the back of the old man's neck, and knocked him out with just the right amount of force.

At the same time, Rashomon, who used clothes as a medium, obeyed the master's order and turned into a ferocious black beast, showing sharp fangs.

The screams resounded all around.

Akutagawa doesn't like to make too much noise.

But ah, he is the kind of person who [if someone offends his dignity and bottom line, he must pay back tenfold].

Akutagawa Ryunosuke likes literature, especially reading.

This is his rare interest. The newspaper he used to contribute to is also the one he often buys and reads. Akutagawa is also quite interested in some of the content.

He was really looking forward to tomorrow's new issue.

But now, due to his own reasons, he has come to this end... Uncontrollable anger has been ignited.

Ah, this country that can't even tolerate literature, allows crime to run rampant, and suppresses the spirit——

It's ugly.

"This is a reward for the newspaper office that suffered an unwarranted disaster because of my subordinates."

The body was pierced by Rashomon Higan Sakura like a hedgehog, but deliberately avoided the fatal wound, making the other party feel the pain in horror with the residual consciousness.

Blood spattered on the ground, and the pungent smell of blood was astonishingly strong.

"Although I know that you may not be the ones who did it, but in the end, it's just the same raccoon."

Akutagawa murmured coldly to himself, he took a step and walked out of the rental house without a sound.

Holding the ignorant old landlady who fell asleep in his arms, Ryunosuke Akutagawa raised his head slightly, looking at the extremely blue sky outside the house, birds chirping and flying by, Akutagawa exhaled slowly:

"It seems that there is no way to spend this time peacefully by writing."

……

alley.

After getting the news, he acted immediately, and Bugarati punched the guy in front of him who could be said to be his colleague.

"Why blow up the newspaper office! This kind of meaningless thing-do you know how many innocent people have been implicated!" The family members of the dead employees came to him crying, which shocked and saddened Bugarati.

He almost yelled out.

The man who was beaten to the ground crouched back, put his head in his hands and begged for mercy.

"Yes, I'm sorry, please bypass me, Buccarati—"

"Reason? Tell me the reason!"

Bugarati kicked hard on the man in front of him.

Then a bag of familiar, demonic white powder fell out of the opponent's pocket.

"That is?" Bugarati's pupils tightened.

--poison.

"Why, why is there such a thing, where did you get it!?"

Bugarati reached out and grabbed the man by the collar, pressed him against the wall, and questioned murderously.

The man replied tremblingly.

then.

What Bruno Bucciarati had believed in for years was, at that moment, betrayed by the organization to which he had always been loyal.

He has always believed that enthusiasm is justice, even if he is a gangster, he is on the right path.

But now everything is upside down.

That package is the business of the organization.

Drugs are promoted by the organization alone, and the city of Naples does not have an anti-drug order.

"That newspaper office spread some content that was not good for our business, and the writer's income has also dropped significantly in the past few months, so we came up with a way to kill chickens and monkeys. I, we asked the upper-level cadres to blow up the newspaper office. And killing that writer, I have been allowed! I just obeyed the order, it's not my fault!"

The man with a bruised nose and a swollen face defended himself vigorously.

"Kill... the writer?"

Bugarati's eyes widened, his pupils vibrating.

He suddenly let go of his hand, and threw the man to the ground. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the stand-in [Steel Chain Finger] punched the man flying against the wall, and he passed out completely.

"Mr. Akutagawa—"

Bugarati read these words hoarsely, his heart was beating violently, and he rushed towards Akutagawa Ryunosuke's residence with all his strength.

But he only saw three horrific corpses and glaring bloody liquid all over the place.

The entire room was already empty.

……

[Akutagawa Ryunosuke, as if he was born to be a literary giant. ]

Bucciarati once thought so, and even happily imagined that the other party would wake up Naples with literature.

[He shouldn't have anything to do with the mafia, killers, crime. ]

[If you equate that kind of thing with this great writer, the world will become more and more sad. ]

but.

Unable to speak freely, the whole country is shrouded in violent power. Anyone who proposes to harm the interests of the organization will be purged, and will finally come out of the darkness and become a great writer. The world that breathes.

The ghostly genius Akutagawa Ryunosuke was born to be a literary giant, and he possesses the talent beyond tens of millions of people.

However, he was not born in a suitable environment.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, Bugarati slowly clenched his fists, his fingernails left blood marks on his palm, and unspeakable grief spread in his heart.

——What a sad and cruel fact this is.