In Shimokutagawa, the name is...

Everything will be fine, this is the most absurd lie the world gives people.

Akutagawa knew this very early on, but he never expected that one day his existence would become a more terrifying lie.In truth, isn't this more absurd than Baudelaire's Paris?And at every moment, he felt the irresistible despair attacking his nerves.

In fact, he is also very confused now. Why didn't he have death? He always feels that he should have died long ago. This seems to be related to the forgotten people.But if it can be forgotten so easily, it means that it is not an important person with profound influence? This is another paradox.

He clutched his forehead, his lungs were like a bellows that had been tortured by force, the cold wind turned into a sharp blade was licking the soft inner wall of the lungs, and the bright red blood in the blood vessels was like a boiling and rolling volcano.Just like the legend that hell is full of sulfur and active volcanoes, he is in hell all the time.

"Cough, cough, cough..." There was a bloody feeling in his mouth, Akutagawa covered his lips, a line of blood slipped from his lips, and dripped on his dark collar, like a blooming flower in the dark night It was a red plum, and the blood remaining at the corner of his lips made his complexion more like a pale corpse on the operating table.The miserable sunset hangs in the sky behind him, split into two semicircles by the slanted shadow on the ground, impartial and extremely symmetrical, as if someone cut the heart in half with a knife .

Akutagawa raised his head, not intending to look at the inexplicable looks cast by the crowd around him.He realized very early on that he was out of place with the crowd, just like what others saw might be a gentle, elegant, generous lady from a famous family, but he could always see orange in their eyes, Scarlet, pitch black and other chaotic colors piled up humanoid monsters without facial features?He felt terrified, why was he the only one like this, why was he the only one who could see the terrifying monster? So much so that it became a luxury to pretend to be a normal person.

He will never be a normal person again. He wants to pretend that what he sees are flowers, but the devil stands in the flowers and faces him with a ferocious smile. If a person wants to survive in this world, he must learn to lie and learn to lie. cheated.But he cannot be a liar, nor can he be a fool who is deceived.He's a lunatic, and a lunatic dances for no apparent reason when everyone is in a hurry.

In the field of vision, pitch-black crows pierced the sky, and the miserable crows sounded like thunder in his ears. The young man stared blankly at those crows, those poor and despised crows, and once again saw the crows very clearly. Cicada, the harsh reality of being in a "different" world.

He staggered forward, ran desperately, ran without turning back, as if he wanted to burn his life in the scarlet red of the setting sun.

Atsushi Nakajima is going crazy, really, he has never hated his soft and kind nature as much as he does now? Otherwise, he can be comfortably an indifferent bystander instead of being inexplicable in his heart like now Anxiety and anxiety tangled together.He was running on the street, asking himself questions while running according to the direction he got after asking the passers-by on the street.

Why did he go to save Akutagawa? Obviously, all of this has nothing to do with him. In the final analysis, even if Ryunosuke Akutagawa died in other worlds, no one can accuse it of his fault? Fault.He must have been so surprised that his brain burned out because he had never seen Ryunosuke Akutagawa crying.The cross named Salvation was pressed heavily on his shoulders, and the skin was worn out, bleeding out, while the flame in his heart boiled upward along the unknown emotion.

"Akutagawa!" Atsushi Nakajima vaguely saw the eye-catching black figure standing on the bridge, he raised his voice and shouted loudly, but he didn't expect any response from the other party, he just saw When that thin figure, the nerve called intuition screamed in his brain, so that his feet picked up speed again.

"A circling crow / A banquet over midnight bones / No? There is a drum / A cry more miserable than the night..." The young man raised his head high, revealing his fragile neck like white porcelain. His sideburns looked like hair, and his whole body was immersed in the hazy yellow brilliance.He sang improvised, third-rate poetry, "Pale cemetery / Beelzebub, Beelzebub / epileptics dance in the moonlight..."

One drop, two drops, rain fell from the sky without warning, but the bloody setting sun was still hanging in the sky.The rain soon wetted the young man's hair, and fell into his eyes along the outline of his brows and eyes. Akutagawa blinked lightly, and everything in front of him became hazy like water mist.

He is not afraid of death, and poets are not afraid of death. He knows that as a poet, he is doomed to go down without turning back, to death, to the grave.He just inexplicably felt a tide of blunt tiredness, and a slight tremor oppressed the precarious nerves.

He didn't hear anyone's cries, as if his soul wasn't in this world at this moment.The young man just stretched out his hand, with the palm facing up, and the cold rainwater fell into the palm, moistening the intermittent palm lines.He lowered his head and stared at the fine palm prints. If this is fate, then everything is destined to be bumpy, and he has no right to complain to fate.

Maybe it was the cold rain that awakened his reason. Akutagawa now feels that he is extremely sober, but being sober doesn't mean anything, just like his vision is still distorted water droplets, as if magnified by a convex lens.

Poets are lunatics, and he was already lunatic before he became a poet, but now he is just a lunatic in the skin of a poet.Akutagawa took a deep breath, and the smell of river water and soil floated into his nostrils.

Akutagawa smiled bleakly like a puppet, it's so pitiful, if what those people said is true, wouldn't even the final escape route to death be cut off?He will kill, he will be forced to kill by those hallucinations, he almost killed innocent people, but what did he do wrong, why such a terrible punishment must befall him.

He stretched out his hand towards the setting sun, and the palm seemed to be covered with the blood he just spit out.

"Madman, I should have thought of it earlier..." The young man murmured, his chest began to shake? He covered his eyes with a smile, and while laughing, big tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably, "One Paranoid lunatic..."

Atsushi Nakajima was about to step on the bridge, his purple-gold pupils suddenly enlarged.

In the field of vision, the young man was like a pitch-black crow, staggering backwards and falling into the river.

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