How should a person without supernatural powers save the world in the Shura field?

"No violence." Before leaving, the director left such a warning.

……

Leaning against the door with a wine glass, shaking the goblet, reflecting the dazzling golden brilliance, Roland looked at Ayu who was sitting on the sofa, raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"Cassano-Eddie, a man who claims to be a film producer on the surface, is actually just mass-producing garbage movies. By the way, he was just nominated for this year's Golden Raspberry Award. His real job is narcotics. Manipulating anesthetics on the West Coast and leading three gang organizations. The anesthetics circulating in Hollywood are basically from him."

He leans easily,

"The young people who approach him go astray without exception, and if they are unlucky, they die." Roland smiled slightly, a little ironically, "I originally ran to the west coast to chase my dream, but I didn't expect to become a drug addict and Sex slaves, what an unexpected piece of the American dream."

"Occasionally, I will be reported for tax evasion, but I will be free again soon."

"The police, prosecutors, and even jurors were all caught up in his 'donations.'"

"Of course, if there is a traitor. 'Peng', in the dark alley to heaven."

"Although he seems to like you very much, no one knows what will happen in the end."

Roland's gray-blue eyes stared at each other quietly,

"Have you decided? Maybe you will be killed, maybe it will be more embarrassing than death."

Ayu blinked and looked at Zhicun in the corner.

Zhicun, who was hiding in the corner, just folded his arms, sulked and said nothing.

Be an actor?What a hassle.

"I..." Ayu said slowly, "As long as you stand there, it's fine."

"However," he made his request, "I entrust you with helping me become a fraudster."

"One thing for one thing, right?" Ayu blinked.

No one spoke for a while, Roland looked at Ayu Kongkong's dull pupils and suppressed a smile, while Zhimura looked even angrier.

"Pfft—" Roland couldn't help laughing while holding his lower lip, "No problem."

"The script that Eddie prepared for you is adapted from a novel, take a look, but don't get addicted to it." He walked up and handed a thin stack of papers to Ayu, then put his arm on Ayu's shoulder, "Tonight Just rest here."

"Good night." Roland put his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers and walked out of the room.

"Hmph." Zhicun turned his head in disdain, walked out of the corner, and left.

The room returned to silence.

After a while, Ayu picked up the printed novel. On the title page was not the title and author of the novel, but a sentence:

"The novel gives form to life."

Ayu then turned to the first page, the first line at the beginning is the protagonist's confession——

"Since I was a child, I have been unable to shake off my inferiority complex towards other people. No, it is more of an obsession than an inferiority complex."

"There was a period of time when I always felt that I was a lunatic, and the people around me only tried to cooperate with me out of pity for me."

"This stupid delusion is probably a self-justification for my dark personality."

"Being so delusional, I ended up feeling constantly insecure—worrying about whether there was something wrong with me, whether I was really different from other people."

"As a result, my daily life is full of anxiety. I am always concerned about the eyes of others, but at the same time I can't cater to others."

"Those bamboos that aim at the sky and grow straight cannot understand the mood of the moss crawling on the ground."

"For me, the so-called normal can only be realized in my heart, and I am an outlier no matter where I go."

"That's why I cut myself off from the world and hid in a shell of depression."

The main character's gloomy and confused confession ends quickly, taking the reader into his real world.

The story is simple, haunted by the unique sense of strangeness and horror aesthetics of Japanese suspense novels.

"I" is a slender, eccentric and withdrawn detective who suffers from mild depression, blushing and social phobia, even aphasia in embarrassing situations, taciturn, and not good at communicating with others.But entrusted by others, he is determined to investigate the many murders that occurred in the next city in recent months.

The scene of the case was arranged gorgeously and strangely by the murderer. He carefully played with the shape of the corpse, smeared unknown prayers with blood, and even left a small dewy white chrysanthemum, which symbolized the blessing of the dead. They were undoubtedly teasing The nerves of the police and the public.

Victims include the elderly, children, and young people. These victims have no clear connection or similar characteristics, and the time and place of committing crimes are irregular.

It's just that the beautiful and broken scene deeply penetrated into the eyes of every witness. He was a psychopathic serial murderer, and they must have made a conclusion.

The detective is entrusted by a friend for many years to find the criminal who has disappeared.

Fighting wits and courage with the invisible criminals all the way, repeated defeats and defeats, driving him to a dead end many times, and even discovering the criminal's true thoughts and reasons for killing - "In order to 'change society', the escaped The perpetrators and potential perpetrators of the law are punished and justice is defended."

"Conquer evil with evil, punish criminals who cannot be punished by law, and appease the pain and hatred of victims without hesitation."

Even though he never agrees with this crime in the name of justice, the detective still develops a sense of sympathy with the criminal during this journey of exploring the truth and himself, and finally——

"The criminal is you, A." The detective who discovered the truth was mentally unstable, he looked at his friend in despair, and raised his gun at him, "Surrender, as long as you surrender, I won't let them kill you. "

Please, surrender.The detective fell into unspeakable pain. When did the friend who had been with him since he was a child be so strange that he dared not recognize each other...

The scene where friends smiled and encouraged him to go out of the house when he was young, the scene where he discussed novels and his crush together in high school, the scene where he finally went to different reasons but still understood each other in his youth... The detective's mind was cut into pieces by various memory fragments Bits and pieces.

His friend pushed him into the sunshine, but he turned around and stepped into the dark abyss.

"Haven't you found out yet?" The friend just lowered his eyelids indifferently, "What did I do, and what did I do for it?"

"Justice in the world does not depend on..."

An ominous premonition suddenly rose, and the detective keenly caught the movement of the opponent's hand hidden in his pocket.

It's a gun!

In the blink of an eye, the detective wanted to pull the trigger, but the strong resistance in his heart made him unable to move. He watched helplessly as his friend raised the gun to him,

Holding the gun, the friend raised the corners of his mouth, showing a sarcastic expression without a smile on his face: "Justice in the world cannot be judged by you and me."

"Peng", as fate would have it, before the moment when his friend pressed the trigger, the detective who finally moved and fired.

Flowers of blood bloomed from the opponent's chest.

Friends fell, in eternal peace and quiet in a pool of blood.

Trembling, he knelt down in front of his friend's corpse, covering his teary face, weeping bitterly like an abandoned child.

Quiet and silent, the bright full moon still hangs high in the night sky, illuminating the whole world with happiness and serenity.

……

After the incident,

The friend's crimes were revealed to the world, the media condemned the criminals, and applauded the detective's resourcefulness and bravery, but the detective, who was surrounded by many auras, felt deeply sad and could not understand why he was not the one who died, and why his friend had to do the same. Such a crime... the detective asked,

then,

Looked up,

grin,

With a deep smile,

Kneeling on the floor, he was a distorted monster reflected in his bottomless black pupils.

Please, surrender.At the moment before the trigger is pulled, the detective is caught in unspeakable pain and sweetness,

When did the friends who had been with him since he was a child discover his true emotions under the shy and introverted appearance, those desires that distort and evil when facing human beings, those anger and secret joy that gushes out in his heart when he discovers the injustice in the world,

When exactly, his friends who were gradually separated from him discovered that he could no longer restrain the giant beast in his heart, committed those beautiful and unbearable crimes, found that he could no longer stop, and was deeply immersed in punishing the wicked like a god. in the thrill of

But these answers will no longer be answered by anyone, will never be discovered again, and will be buried in the ground with the only one person.

The light of the new moon was dim, and he was prostrate on the ground, unable to move an inch. He was at the end of the road, and wanted to get away but there was no way to escape. He no longer expected anyone to find him.

Tears streamed down his face, and his face was wrinkled in pain, "Why did you expose me, why did you persecute me..." the melancholy and angry detective murmured, "The last person in the world who can understand me , People who can accompany me have left me..."

The detective clutched to his chest the gun that the friend held up to him before his death, the gun that the friend seemed to be ready to buckle at any moment before his death, was opened with an empty chamber when the owner died gun.

The detective raised his head and gave the gun, the head of John the Baptist, a reverent kiss.

He yearns for blood, death, and friends' sacrifices. He longs for the eternal and true love in the world, longs for the beauty that shakes angels and demons, and is burning with greed that can never be satisfied.

Why was he not the one who died, why did his friend do such an evil deed, why was he still so dissatisfied... The detective still questioned,

But he won't get another response, "You found your answer, you made your choice, you abandoned me," the detective closed his eyes.

The present world is a dream, and the night dream is only true.

"Then," the detective who fell into ecstasy and ecstasy raised his head and opened his eyes, facing the audience outside the screen, staring deeply at each spectator,

"As you wish, let this feast be more gorgeous."

Quiet and peaceful, the bright full moon still hangs high in the night sky, smiling gently, it's your turn next.