Bizarre beater

A certain person said that he wanted to contact his crush in a fair manner, but he was actually sitting in the monitoring room and watching their prison life secretly.

Mr. Tosi is worthy of being a cultural person, and he applied for a lot of books on the first day he came.

And he is honestly living according to the prison routine, going to bed early and getting up early to cultivate his sentiments.

Probably because it is rare to meet so many people with whom he can chat. When chatting with other people, he is much more lively than usual.

Osamu Dazai, who was opposite him, applied for a lot of bandages, but was rejected.

But after he happily committed several suicides, the prison issued him one volume per day, and said, "Since you can't die, don't waste medical resources."

It's like giving a candy to a child with tooth decay every day.

Yunhe looked at it and said it was miserable.

Hugo is still trying to have philosophical or literary exchanges with Verlaine every day, trying to persuade the other party to cheer up and make troubles with him.

That scene is like a realist poet tempting a symbolist poet to join him.

I can't bear to look directly at him, and because this realistic poet has quite a romantic color, I feel that some of the other party's words are very reasonable.

Another person would have been convinced in half an hour, but Verlaine just sat on the bed indifferently, preferring to be in a daze rather than talking to the other party.

The world is not worth it written all over his face.

Mr. Hugo then tried to join the chat of two other people, and found that only two of them knew their passwords, so he asked for a notebook and started writing, saying that he wanted to record this precious experience and save it for later understanding hidden meaning.

There are also many people with interesting souls living in other grids.

There are a large number of literary giants imprisoned in a prison named Meursault, and there is no problem in describing all of them as talents.

From the perspective of Party B Yunhe, not all the people locked up here are vicious and have done all kinds of bad things, but more of them are "outsiders" who are against the society and cannot get along with others normally.

Also known as a monster.

He himself is very used to living in the crowd, so for now, no one has suggested that he should go to jail if he has nothing to do.

But recently, because he has encountered more and more "similar" people, he has become more and more undisguised, showing his true nature, and then successfully blending in.

Even people who don't have a sense of group feel that living in a similar group is a more comfortable state.

Party B Yunhe felt that as long as he obeyed the rules of the environment to a certain extent, then he must be normal.

For example, in the economy and society, the identity and obligations of Party B are followed, and in the society of supernatural beings, the practice of the strong doing whatever they want is followed.

The very normal Yunhe sat in the monitoring room, ordered a big meal for himself, and then prepared to make gestures with the strongest spy guard in this prison.

Wait until you have established your strongest position before starting to do whatever you want.

The guard's name is Briarius. He looks fierce, but has a good temper. He belongs to the kind of boss who is responsible and takes care of his subordinates.

"Although I haven't heard of you, judging from the attitude of some people, you should belong to a very strong ability user... Do you really want to compete with me without abilities?"

The guard with muscled muscles and eight-pack abs looked suspiciously at the thin and gentle newcomer.

Yunhe, who relies on data to accumulate strength: "Don't look at me like this, I have broken the glass of the cell with bare hands before."

"Didn't use the ability?"

"No."

"That's very interesting."

The two of them were walking to the practice room when they met a handsome white-haired guy who looked like he was going to hold a performance.

The other party bounced past them, with a free and natural posture.

However, not wearing the clothes of the staff can be directly judged as an intruder.

"Crack."

The handsome boy was caught on the spot and put in the newly built cell to the right of Dostoevsky.

Fyodor, who was reading a book, turned his head slowly and smiled at Gogol: "Why are you here?"

Gogol said cheerfully: "I heard that everyone here is talented, and I really want to visit you, so I brought Sigma with me."

Fyodor: "...Sigma?"

With a bang, a person was imprisoned on his left.

Sigma sat on the bed blankly, looking lonely and pitiful.

Party B, Yunhe, who handcuffed him in, sat beside him and comforted him: "Look, at least there are a lot of people you know here, in a single room, and others can't bully you. Don't be afraid, everyone is not a good person .”

Sigma: "..."

Why is he not afraid? ?

"Gogol." Fyodor continued to smile, "Are you planning to spend the rest of your life here with me?"

Gogol: "I'm afraid it's a little difficult. You know, I don't like being locked in a cage. But it's strange. Once I have the idea of ​​​​running away, I can't use the power when I am in handcuffs." .”

Fyodor: "Haha."

Osamu Dazai, who was opposite him, joined their discussion group reluctantly, and said, "Is Tosi-kun's aesthetics like long white hair? His attitude towards Shibusawa-kun was much better than that of me."

He looked over coldly: "I simply hate you."

Party B, Yunhe, looked at Gogol's delicate braids, then at Sigma's distinctive milk purple taro (?) half-length hair, and sincerely thanked the system for giving him beautiful long white hair.

XP always makes people forgive each other a lot of things.

No wonder Mr. Tosi was so tolerant of him at the beginning.

Osamu Dazai: "I see that you have a lot of enthusiasm for me, because you like me very much."

He seems to be committed to driving a wedge between Yunhe and Fyodor, the second party, so that he doesn't have to watch their intimacy in isolation, and he doesn't let the person on the opposite side take advantage of the public for personal gain.

In fact, Osamu Dazai discovered it a long time ago!

The food on the opposite side is full of big fish and meat every day, or it's all what a certain guy likes to eat.

And he would be rejected if he wanted to eat a crab.

He didn't believe in the explanation that "there is no canned crab meat in the kitchen, and there are no hard-to-preserve crabs in the ingredients purchased regularly".

Party B Yunhe immediately applauded when he heard what he said: "So, Mr. Tuo Si belongs to the emotional type, and there are many people who like it."

Dazai: "He also likes to kill the people he admires. He killed Shibusawa-kun last time, and sold his subordinate Ivan when he was eating together...Ivan also has white hair, and sent someone to assassinate me .”

Gogol hugged himself in a panic, and said pitifully, "Could I be the next one? Tuo Sijun."

Sigma: "...don't act like you didn't expect it."

These contrived people!

Fyodor: "...Enough is enough, Dazai-kun."

Why didn't he kill Osamu Dazai directly, but let the other party come here to hinder him?

Mr. Toth thought about this question again.

Then I found that the boring self always hoped to have an evenly matched chess player to fight against him.

It was as if there was another hope for this sinful world.

But now, he felt that the other party was too intrusive and knew him too well.

Depressedly looking away, seeing Yunhe's expression of watching the play without paying attention, he felt that his worries were superfluous.

People will not be sad because of this kind of thing at all.

Party B, Yunhe, quite liked Sigma. In order to appease the other party's anxiety, he put his hand on the other party's shoulder and said, "To celebrate the meeting of everyone here, how about we have a cultural gathering today?"

Sigma: "Celebrate?!"

The others happily agreed.

The kind and gregarious Mr. Prison Guard ran to the equipment room and entertainment room to see if there were any that were suitable for use alone and could achieve a linkage effect.

"Hmm... this must be a musical instrument, right?"

Yunhe, who didn't know what instruments they would use, squatted at the door and thought for a long time, and the decision was still simple.

I believe that the literary and artistic cells of literary giants can allow them to use simple instruments to play moving music.

When Sigma saw Party B carrying a box over, Sigma began to have a bad premonition.

When he saw Gogol happily took out a pair of maracas from the box, his eyes became dull, and when he was given a triangle, he became numb.

Nightmare come true belongs to yes.

Is this really to make him not nervous or afraid?

The tambourine was taken away by Hugo, Osamu Dazai took out a suona from it, and Verlaine asked for a pair of earplugs.

When it was sent to Fyodor, the other party politely rejected Erhu.

Yunhe said regretfully: "Then I'll use it myself. If you want anything, I'll get it for you."

Fyodor looked at the suona in Osamu Dazai's hand, and with the other's sinister smile, he closed his eyes and said, "Let's play the drums."

"Awesome! You can actually rock music. I thought people like you would usually play the cello or the piano."

Yunhe sighed sincerely.

Mr. Tosi smiled wearily and did not speak.

He didn't know what happened, he felt that the atmosphere was very different from what he had imagined.

Now it has been reduced to the point where in order not to be hurt unilaterally, the lower limit must be lowered to hurt each other.

When the spare drum kit trolley was pushed over, the melon eaters in the monitoring thought it was outrageous.

One person expressed doubts about this harmonious and cheerful atmosphere: "Is he... really in compliance with the rules?"

His senior: "Then what to do, can you stop him? Let them make trouble, as long as they don't escape from prison, they are happy, and if they go too far later, other prisoners will scold them."

The drum set was moved into Mr. Tosi's narrow room, and Yunhe and he had to sit on the bed squeezed together to barely have room to play.

Fyodor hesitated for a while, but decided to choose Erhu.

Anyway, the two of them are in the same room, and whoever uses the drum kit will have the same effect.

At least that erhu looks... more elegant.

Gogol said happily: "Then I announce that the first Meursault Music Festival that everyone is excitedly looking forward to begins now!"

After that, the scene was very out of control for a while. In the music that aimed to kill other people's ears, Mr. Tosi's erhu sound seemed bleak, sad and melancholy.

This was followed by incompetent and furious curses from the other prisoners.

The last thing to stop this concert of demons dancing was the people in a certain room who floated up from the bottom.

When the boy with snowy hair and ice pupils, who looked like a snow country elf, appeared, the temperature dropped to freezing point.

in a physical sense.

The five rooms where the musical instruments were played were frozen into large blocks of ice. The boy said coldly, "It's so noisy."

The ice suddenly shattered, someone smashed the cell, picked up the boy and ran away.