How my bad friend and I survived in Yokohama

"Mr. Fyodor Mikhainovich Dostoevsky."

The candlelight flickered, and in the center of the hall was a round table with a dark tablecloth hanging down and a silver cross placed inside it.Holding the cello in his arms, Fyodor raised his head in a Cossack cap to look at the source of the sound.

"I have admired your name for a long time." The person who came was a silver-haired young man with different pupils, with a smile on his lips, "Tuosi—Mr. Devil."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hori," Fyodor said with the same smile, "please sit down, are you interested in listening to the cello?"

"It's a great honor." Horihazura paced and sat down. The purple-eyed devil on the opposite side closed his eyes half-closed, skillfully controlling the music. Bach's No. [-] in G major slowly flowed into the hall from the strings, filling the ears of the audience. , Hori pointed to the beat with his fingers, marveling at the other party's musical attainments.

It was wonderful, and Ye Zang admired it in his heart.The devil does the devil, but the violin is very impressive.

The aftertaste of the piano sound was long, and Fyodor put down the bow after finishing the song: "You are a good listener."

"Mr. Tosi's piano sound is wonderful," Horihazo's left eye sucked in all the light, and they all returned to the blood-colored darkness, "but it doesn't have to be like this—this is not the first time I heard it, Isn't it?"

"There is still a difference between fake music and real music."

"You think thinking is not music?"

"Thinking is, but there is no note after all." Fyodor did not elaborate, "Do you think God exists?"

Two cups of coffee appeared on the table at some point, and Horihazura was not surprised, and lowered his eyelids to play with the handle of the cup: "In what position did Mr. Fyodor ask me this sentence?"

"Mr. Hori, the coffee is very hot," the mouse reminded, "you can't drink it now——in terms of your physique."

Realizing the other party's hint, Horihazo smiled: "Well, it's just a small talk."

"Is God real? How does it exist? How does it create? Does God have a spokesperson who walks in the world? What is it like if you have it, and what if you don't have it?" Hori blew on his coffee and continued playfully, "How God condemns, so He punishes."

"God condemns and punishes, and crime and punishment are inseparable," Fyodor said.

"What about people?" Horihazura didn't wait for the other party to answer, and put on a silent, mocking smile, "Humans are despicable creatures, but there are other things besides being despicable, and that's why it's interesting."

"I do not deny it," continued Fyodor, "man is sinful and stupid. Knowing that he has been tricked by others, he cannot stop fighting.*"

"It's true—it's better to say that we are all human beings." Hori touched the coffee liquid with his lips, realizing that he could not drink it yet, and Tuo had already sipped half of his cup on the opposite side, "Can humans become gods?"

Fyodor believed in God, but he did not hesitate to understand from the root that God does not exist at all. He easily saw through human desires and stupidity, and thus felt the existence of sin.If God is absent and sin is present, who will punish?Where does the new world come from?

"I can't." He heard himself say, he didn't feel annoyed when he saw the boy across from him laughing wantonly - in the end, they are all the same person, whether it's Fyodor or Dazai Osamu or Horibazo, they can Easily see through people's hearts, and place your own pieces on the chessboard.

"You are really Christ-like. Equality. Love. The world! Hahahahahahaha——"

Horiba Zou completely discarded the usual decadent "madao" coat, laughed almost out of breath, and then suddenly lost his voice.

"I hate your pursuit and ideals." He said bluntly.

Yes, people are so stupid, they fight for boring things all day long, they can start wars as a matter of course, and they will destroy others hastily. Interesting enough, the idea of ​​exterminating all self-righteous sins or something...

Horihazou is annoying.Not to mention that he also double-standards his friends, everyone is guilty, and they all have nothing.

"You can understand."

"I do understand. I have known that people are like this since a long time ago, when I could understand things."

Due to his own reasons, Horiba Zang has experienced this matter a lot, and he is more skilled than people who show their faces when they are ugly.

He believes that the same is true for the person sitting opposite, but because of their different experiences, they can understand each other, but they cannot really understand each other.

"See you next time~" Horihazo stood up and took a last sip of the coffee that was not too hot, "Mr. Tosi."

"See you next time."

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Known Beep Lai Lai:

I don’t understand music, but I know that the cello song that Mr. Tuo played in the ninth episode of the third season is チェロとピアノの为の「死の鸟」, looking for me for a long time www

I have been looking for the name of Mr. Tuo's hat for a long time (it was almost written as Lei Feng hat)

Man is sinful and stupid.The eighth episode of the third season of Bungo Stray Dogs, who knows that he has been tricked by others, but cannot stop fighting.Quotations from Tuo Zong.

(It's too difficult to write, I knew it, I would go crazy ooc and crazy Calvin when this group of scripts were involved, so there will be a bunch of private settings, if there is any unreasonable private setting, please forgive me www)