City of Burning Snow

Inertia pulled the guide's body and fell backwards, and the finger blades brushed against Dostoyevsky's hair barely past Dostoevsky's ears.Gogol pushed him aside and the attack went straight into Gogol's shoulder.

Blood flowed from between the torn fabrics, and the sentinel looked down without pain.The pain caused Gogol's consciousness to temporarily return to his body, and he stood between the guide and Akutagawa, guarding against the enemy's next attack.

"Nikolai!"

"Stand back, Fedya..."

The thinking tentacles are continuously transforming Akutagawa's mental body into a dark entity. The pitch-black wind blade drank enough blood, slipped back into Akutagawa's robe and fell silent for half a second, then rolled up again with the attack.

The black mist tore through the iron sheet around their feet, Akutagawa jumped up and swept his legs, and Gogol jumped up.Can barely dodge this fierce blow.

"Don't hide," Akutagawa stood up with a cold face, surrounded by a horrible miasma like spider legs, "the longer you hide, the longer your pain will be."

He licked the blood on his fingers, and his gaze never left Gogol's body from the beginning to the end.

Gogol took two steps back, his body was not stable, and he was hit by the opponent's elbow hidden in the miasma on the left side of the neck. He fell into the roof of the shed, and the roof of the car burst immediately, and he fell like an old doll. Dumped in the cargo pile.

He coughed up blood.

"...Two against one, cough, that's too much, Spider boy..."

The more his body was attacked, the more his mental power was on the verge of being out of control.Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked down at the other party, lightly covering his lips as if coughing.The long collar of the black clothes whistled gusts of wind in his ears.Darkness completely enveloped their heads.The impenetrable black fog completely covered the roof of the train, and Dostoyevsky stood up, trying to intervene in Gogol's chaotic thinking.

Combined with the heat, this kind of interference reduces the original strength, but instead continues to transmit the other party's sense of disorder back.Dostoevsky rubbed his temples, concentrating on every point of confusion in Gogol's mind.

Osamu Dazai's interference shrouded this connection into a disturbing "buzzing" sound: "The young people in our family are practicing their hands, senior guide, please don't bother. How about just watching from the sidelines?"

The undisguised smile was transmitted from the spirit, but Dostoevsky ignored it, and his thoughts gradually became hot due to the high fever.

When the black mist fell, Akutagawa flashed out from behind him. He didn't realize it until a full second later. When the cold wind fell, Akutagawa was knocked out by Gogol in time. Gogol grabbed Akutagawa's thin ankle and pulled The person dragged him violently to the end of the carriage. Amidst the huge impact, Dostoevsky continued to maintain contact with Gogol's thinking. He quickly sorted out some superficial disorders into veins, his face silent and focused.

"Really..."

Under the bitter struggle, Akutagawa's body soon screamed. Dazai Osamu had no time to interfere with Dostoyevsky's spiritual connection, and concentrated on assisting Akutagawa's battle. Gogol's loss of control gradually became uncontrollable, and the disordered Thinking made Dazai afraid to intervene easily, and Dostoevsky's dredging obviously had little effect——

Countless gorgeous slender tentacles began to burst out from Gogol's skin, exuding the terrifying color of gemstones and mud mixed together. It is clear that the winner is in his hands, but he must return empty-handed.Dostoevsky laughed at his smile as a broken pot.

"It's not so easy to pick up cheap here, Mr. Osamu Dazai."

"What a gambler... It really is not an ordinary physique, that Nikolai Gogol. The guides who passed his thinking in the records are basically dead, probably because of this backlash."

Gogol's tentacles capture the thought veins of everyone around him, trying to engulf, infect, transform and destroy them in detail. The spirit spreads like poison, and he follows the veins to find the origin of everyone's thinking. Osamu Dazai retracts his thinking tentacles However, Dostoevsky, as if he did not know the danger, continued to build a connection with Gogol's disordered spiritual system.

"Who knows, he's just a friend of mine."

Osamu Dazai glanced at him meaningfully.

"It's hopeless, let's give up quickly! Abandoning the car to save the life of the soldier, isn't that what you are best at doing? It's not impossible for me to help you escape—"

"Oh... That's true. But let me tell you this." Gogol's spirit channeled into his thinking, stabbing and tearing Dostoevsky's spirit constantly, he chuckled When he got up, his voice was still calm when talking to Dazai.

"You just want me to be a stepping stone in another day - when you want to get rid of the influence of the mafia, you have the capital to deliver an olive branch to Fukuzawa Yukichi. Good advice from people like you is always a bit unbelievable. .”

Dazai paused for a moment.he sighed. "Forget it, stop now, Akutagawa."

He turned his eyes and saw Gogol's colorful tentacles soaking into Ryunosuke Akutagawa's mind.Rashomon disintegrated like smoke and mist, Akutagawa panicked for a moment, and saw ghosts of hell in the transmitted Vientiane, and was immediately punched in the abdomen, and he was shot down to the ground by Gogol.

"Tsk... Akutagawa, stop!"

"Mr. Dazai..."

The neck was pinched by Gogol and he couldn't move, Akutagawa felt extremely humiliated.

He lost face in front of that man.

As if torn apart by a deep bite, his eyes began to show an extremely angry look of a beast, the back of his hand wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and he turned a deaf ear to the warnings of the guide behind him.Kicking off the shackles and standing on the ground, the boy quickly stood up: We can't just let it go!Here's to reaping the cursed soul of this man—

Just as he was about to pump his fist, a terrible and persistent buzzing suddenly reverberated in his mind.Falling to the ground, unable to control his limbs anymore, Akutagawa stared straight ahead unbearably.

"Why stop me!? I will never lose to this—"

"enough."

The guide continued to release thought disturbances and stepped forward, temporarily blinding the vision of Gogol who swooped back.As a result, Dostoevsky's combing was suddenly interrupted, and all the spirits that had not been connected were backlashed into his mind. "Hiss..." He lost his center of gravity and knelt on the ground, clutching his painful forehead.

Dazai Osamu didn't pay any attention to such low-level flaws, he stood coldly in front of Akutagawa, raised his leg and kicked the boy hard.Looking down at the sentinel who was struggling on the ground like a wild dog at this time, there was no smile on his face.

"Did I tell you to obey orders?"

"Cough, but—"

"But?"

He kicked a few more times.The boy stopped retorting, and stared at him unwillingly, with no sign of showing weakness in his eyes.Osamu Dazai's gaze was so disappointed that the young man's eyes were fierce, and the circles of his eyes turned red unexpectedly.His body was thin and light, Dazai Osamu picked him up casually like a cat, his movements were somewhat deliberately ignorant, and he held him in his arms.

"I can't even learn the basics of judging the situation... Let me just say, it's 100 years too early for you to follow me in doing things."

Gogol attacked again, and Osamu Dazai made an interference from his side to lead the person back to the direction of the senior guide. Dostoevsky stood up enduring the pain, quickly purged the disordered thoughts he had absorbed, and tried to deal with Gogol again. Ge Li's spirit sent out a thinking guide, and he was directly knocked to the ground.

"The job of dismantling the bomb is better left to the person who made the bomb—"

Osamu Dazai jumped off the train with Akutagawa, casting a playful glance at the roof before falling into the ravine.

"—I didn't expect you to have today, Dostoevsky."

tbc.