[Comprehensive Writer] Lonely Hell

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——————If you want to find a way from no way, you have to do whatever you can

He opened his eyes, and what came into view was the familiar ceiling.

He stared blankly at the empty ceiling, and after a few seconds, blinked slowly.

He woke up from his dream, or returned.

The body still felt the pain after the skin was cut, Akutagawa Ryunosuke slowly raised his hand, staring at the hanging needle stuck on the back of his hand.Small lavender blood vessels could be seen on the back of his pale hand, and he blinked again.

The young man barely supported his body, his brain still had the previous scene, and for a moment he had the urge to fall down and close his eyes again.But reason quickly gained the upper hand. Akutagawa reached out and pulled out the needle that was completely devoid of liquid medicine. The slight tingling was accompanied by small drops of blood. He looked down at the small bright red blood. Pearl, took out a piece of paper from the side and wiped it lightly.

He calmly put on his coat, bent down and slowly inserted his feet into the shoes.Then he propped himself against the wall and stood up, snowflake-like spots appeared in his vision due to the aftereffects of coma.Akutagawa exhaled lightly, and he stood against the wall for a while until the snowflakes on his retina disappeared.

He walked out of the medical room slowly. Not surprisingly, there was no one there. Only the soft wind from the half-opened window brushed the snow-white paper in the quiet room.Akutagawa walked over without looking sideways, and closed the door softly.

When he came to the street, Akutagawa stood there in a daze for a while, suddenly he didn't know where he was going.Although the scene on the street has returned to normal, he has no clear destination.

The young man in a black coat stood alone on the street, his eyes casually looked around the street for a week, and was suddenly taken away by the azure light intersecting with the edge of the sky.

Akutagawa smiled softly, and said to himself in his heart, let's go to the sea.

He once imagined that he could drift along the ocean to an uninhabited island, surrounded by gentle nature alone.But he can't live without the crowd. A novelist can't live without the crowd, even if writing novels makes him feel the pain that he can't escape from time to time.

But making him really unable to hold a pen to write novels is definitely a pain like stripping his soul.It is impossible for a writer not to write unless someone kills him.

A young man in a black coat stands by the sea, the azure ocean sparkles like a silk cloak studded with sparkling diamonds, and the slender clouds extend to the dark green hills in the distance.

The young man's eyes were completely attracted by the huge pale blue white whale floating in the sky. He watched this fantastic scene with concentration almost in amazement. Into the eyes, his pupil membranes itched a bit irritatingly.

It is not an illusion, Akutagawa is like an innocent child staring at a dreamy fairy tale, watching the huge white whale slowly and gracefully swimming in the air, casting a huge shadow that is swallowed by the sea.

So beautiful, he marveled.

The salty and fishy sea breeze penetrated into his nostrils, Akutagawa covered his nose with some discomfort, and when he raised his eyes again the next second, he saw something slamming into the huge white whale.

Akutagawa opened his lips slightly, and he seemed to hear an extremely faint cry of grief.

Then, right in the center of his field of vision, as if time had been slowed down several times, the head of the huge light blue creature slowly descended, sinking into the spacious blue sea in an elegant and rapid manner. gone.

It's like a watercolor painting with hazy colors.

The white waves splashed, the all-encompassing sea still shone with a beautiful deep blue light, and the slender and soft clouds still floated lazily in the vast sky.The black-haired young man stood by the sea, just standing there quietly, like a sculpture.

Then, he lowered his eyes, allowing the extremely weak tremor in his heart to turn into a long sigh.

Kneeling on the ground dejectedly, the white-haired boy covered his face, his purple-gold eyes were full of sadness and pain.He knew that was the best way, but he couldn't help feeling sad for Quan Jinghua's death. Even though the death had nothing to do with him, he still felt deeply guilty.

The sun shines on his body again, but he doesn't feel any warmth, it seems that the temperature of his whole body has been sucked away by the cold sea water, his thoughts are like a ball of twine, he just wants to have a good time and cry indulgently one game.

Until a soft female voice rang in his ear.

"Dun."

Atsushi Nakajima raised his head in a daze, clutching his shoulders to the girl with loose hair and walking a little staggeringly, but for him it was undoubtedly the sun shining in his eyes again.

"I cut off the chain with Yasha Baixue's knife and escaped at the last second."

The feelings that could no longer be suppressed in my heart finally gushed out.The white-haired boy hugged the girl, tears dripped from his eyes, moistening the ground under his feet, but the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

He let go of his hand, and the people from the detective agency who were walking towards the sun were shining their hands on him. The warm feeling filled his body again, and it was even more warm than taking a hot bath. Spilled from his crooked eyes and mouth.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young man standing not far away like a dark shadow.

The young man looked up at the sky as clear as a huge crystal, a seagull pierced the sky on his retina, flapped its white wings and disappeared into the clouds.

"Dun Jun, what are you looking at?"

"Mr. Dazai..." Atsushi Nakajima turned his head and hesitated for a second, "Is that standing over there Akutagawa?"

The frivolous smile on the corner of Osamu Dazai's mouth suddenly sank, he raised his head, and the person over there just turned his face and met his eyes.

No matter how many times the familiar jet-black pupils and that indifferent gaze looked at a stranger, it was as if he had stabbed Osamu Dazai's bones with a knife, dripping with blood.

"Akutagawa is not going to jump into the sea!" Atsushi Nakajima suddenly remembered the other party's deeds, he opened his eyes wide in panic, and subconsciously wanted to raise his feet and run over, but he had to stop when a hand pressed his shoulder action.

The white-haired boy turned his head blankly, the hand on the shoulder belonged to the man in the sand-colored windbreaker.Osamu Dazai stood where he was, unexpectedly he had no desire to chase after him, he just watched the young man stare at him for a few seconds, then calmly looked away.

Akutagawa saw the familiar and unfamiliar group of people, but he quickly shifted his attention to the bridge in the distance, the black steel wires connected with the herringbone bridge.He blinked again, adapting to the slight burning of the golden sunlight on his retinas.

It is undeniable that once you stand on the wide seashore for a long time, you will have the desire to sink into the deep sea.

Akutagawa admitted that he himself could not resist this desire, but he couldn't do it.

When people don't want to be driven by their own desires, the best way is to escape far away.

So he did.

When Atsushi Nakajima watched the thin young man in that black coat walking towards him, before he could make another move in the future, he realized that the other party was walking straight ahead without looking sideways.

The ends of the jet-black hair were as white as snow, gently brushing the side of his face along the young man's unhurried pace.

When he brushed past Atsushi Nakajima, the white-haired boy didn't get a single glance from the other party.

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help raising his head to look at Osamu Dazai next to him. The man was watching the other's back. He didn't recover until the black clothes in his sight melted into the crowd and he didn't see him anymore. He said with a smile, "Go back Come on, Don."

None of them got a single word from the other.

The author has something to say:

Personally, I am a very Buddhist person, or I always try to keep myself from having too many emotional fluctuations in foreign objects.I consider myself a very inclusive person, and I like all kinds of interesting and wonderful ideas, even if they conflict with my own values.

However, because of some things, I have a bad feeling about the word 'report' (see the extra section for details), no matter how fancy the little cuties are to remind you to cook pigeon soup or other reminders, it doesn't matter, as long as I hope that the word 'report' will not be used to remind me to update, as my mood will inevitably be affected.

(So ​​in case that word appears again, I would like to declare here that if you are reminded to update, please do not vote for nutrient solution, I will update it when it is time to update (or write a short long comment, maybe I will be inspired and work hard again~) )

感谢在2020-03-1919:22:40~2020-03-3022:50:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: I am one of all things;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: I am among all things, Shanhe Temple, Ah Luji; Su Luozhi, Plankton~~, Jiang Xuanhe, Chaomujian, Chenxi, and Fu Yan;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：阿尔塔纳273瓶；信冬72瓶；奶片50瓶；萤石25瓶；永乐安康23瓶；灯火万家、彩虹灵雪20瓶；柏芝12瓶；舒羽11瓶；塔中青鸟、飞梦、楚明楼10瓶；长安7瓶；秋水6瓶；不知名花绘、我亲爱的王子殿下、渃羽墨、815瓶；走到句号4瓶；夏末秋初3瓶；何、超英后援会、醍醐灌顶2瓶；哒宰的绷带、惡魔中的惡魔、茯神、豫安、无回、乘离、萩槿、Q3556、楠楠、且听风语1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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