How I was forced to be the villain

There was only the rustling sound of paper flipping in the room. As time passed, Kyano Yan closed the diary with a snap, exhaled a foul breath from his chest, and then silently put the diary back to its original position and locked it.

The empty and depressed life recorded here seems to reflect something.

The "queen" who has been manipulated all her life is not as depressed as people think, but full of puzzlement.

It is a kind of confusion about all the natural things in the world.

He could neither feel the sympathy in the eyes of others, nor understand the joy in the eyes of many people when his brother died.

When someone said "Congratulations, Congratulations" to him, he would only pull the corners of his lips and show a perfect and standard smile.

The life of such a "queen" even made him start to wonder.

If tomorrow will always be the same as today, then there is no difference in living past tomorrow. If there is nothing to look forward to in the future, why should we reach the future?

No one will walk a hundred miles just to get a piece of firewood that is readily available at home.

Those who do not hesitate to endure pain have to live their entire lives. Does such a thing really exist in this world?

【…My heart goes out to all who live today and tomorrow.The sunlight in the city of London shines from the same angle every day, it snows today, and it will still snow next year...

I will wake up this world, and wake up everyone's inner... may the change destroy the old order, and the fire of the dawn will be rekindled in the embers, and then, I...  

......

As expected of a labyrinth, you can't expect any normal people to exist here.

Jing Yeyan can be sure that this person with the same face as him has absolutely nothing to do with him, and his spirit is much more normal.

However, this will give me some insight into one matter. The changes in the city of London may really be related to the "Queen", but what kind of role he plays in this still needs to be further investigated.

It is impossible for a person to disappear without reason, there must be something wrong with this room.

According to Jingyeyan's modeling, there is no mezzanine space near the study, so the problem is either in the sky or underground.

After groping around, he finally found an entrance under the carpet. After pressing the hidden switch on the table, the stairs extending downward appeared in front of him.

Down the old stairs, I don't know how long it took before I finally set foot on the ground again.

Kyonoyan raised his head to look at the entrance, and there was only a small white dot left.

Continue to walk along the narrow corridor. You can't see your fingers along the way. Fortunately, there is only one way, so you won't get lost.

Just when Jing Yeyan was guessing whether he was about to leave London, a crooked wooden door appeared in front of him.

When he pressed his hand on the door, the touch on the bottom of his hand made him very suspicious that the door would crumble into ashes in his hand.

Fortunately, although the door creaked and groaned, it was not scrapped in the hand.

The inside of the door is narrow and cramped, with fine-grained dust floating in the air, and thick books and test tubes containing a strange purple liquid are stacked on wooden shelves.

This is the scene Kyono Yan once saw.

The man in the robe stood with his back to him.

"You can tell the purpose of bringing me here now," Kyonoyan leaned on the door frame with folded arms, and slowly read his name, "Fyodor."

The man took off his hood and turned around slowly. It was indeed that pale face.

"Welcome to our world," Fyodor said with a wink.

"You are too into the drama." Jing Yeyan passed him, walked to the table and picked up the top book. On the first page was a diagram of the human body structure.

"It turns out that it is you who have studied these changes that caused human beings to change."

Regarding this, Fyodor did not mean to deny it at all, but just looked at Kyono Yan with a smile.

"The evidence is here. Even so, do you still deny that you are behind it?"

Fyodor slightly bent his lips, "I'm not."

He walked lightly to Jing Yeyan's side, gently picked up a lock of hair and put it under the candlelight, as if confirming something, the smile on his face suddenly widened, "It's you, Your Majesty, you came to find me and begged me To bring new life to the people of London, both the world and human beings need to evolve, this is your exact words, from the conception to the implementation of the plan is done by you, I am just a tool under your hand, if A horse riding a horse on the long street killed a man, so should the blame be placed on the horse?"

Jing Yeyan's expression gradually turned cold, as if a layer of frost had formed on his face, "If I am guilty, you are also an accomplice."

Unexpectedly, seeing what Jingye said, Fyodor bowed gracefully, "This is my honor, Your Majesty."

Kyonoyan clenched his fist, and finally resisted the thought of beating him up.

If you are led by the nose by him, you will really fall into the trap.

"It seems that you are quite handy as Professor Moriarty." Kyono said sarcastically.

"I am Moriarty, and you are the queen."

Under Fyodor's words, there seemed to be some kind of deep meaning hidden, and he seemed to be implying something.

Throwing baits one by one, and laying imperceptible traps around, if you are not careful, you will fall into his trap.

"No matter what you say, I've won this game." Jing Yeyan took out a gun from his body and put it on Fyodor's forehead, as if he didn't hear Fyodor's words.

However, Fyodor's expression did not change at all, and he even took the initiative to stick Kyonoyan's muzzle, and kept approaching, "You can't do anything with me, even if you kill me, this game will not end."

He stared into Jing Yeyan's eyes, and his low voice was seductive: "Do you really know what you want?"

Not for a certain person, the existence of this world seems to show the heart of the person in front of him.

If you want to break free from the shackles that bind you, you will not hesitate to drag the whole world into the abyss.

Kyono Yan was stunned for a moment, and colorful lights appeared in front of his eyes, and Fyodor's figure turned into two.

He shook, supported his forehead, shook his head, and the hand holding the gun dropped weakly.

"That's why I said that the real source of this accident is not me," Fyodor paced lightly beside Kyono Yan, "Haven't you discovered it yet? You yourself are the source of spreading this monsterization of human beings, from head to foot."

Being heavily covered by this substance causes the hair to also fade.

It is the crystallization of blood.

"As long as it exists for one day, it will continuously promote the 'evolution' of the people in the entire city of London. People who are swallowed by desire will become monsters, and the biggest desire in this city is you."

Kyono Yan seemed to hear the sound of bones twisting.

Severe pain came from the position of the shoulder blade, and the itchy feeling was maddening, as if something was breaking through the body.

After a burst of white light, he seemed to see overlapping black feathers falling slowly.

"......so beautiful."

In the end, only these words remained in my mind.

Kyono sat up from the bed, staring at the translucent curtain in a daze.

After a while, he suddenly reached out to touch his back.It is flat and smooth, and there is no strange thing growing that shouldn't be there.

This was a sigh of relief.

Dream?

"Your Majesty, it's time for breakfast." The maid lowered her eyebrows, her every move was like a mechanical life that had been programmed.

Kyono was silent for a moment and decided to bring Osamu Dazai to the palace.

If you want to say it, maybe you still have lingering fears about what happened in the dream.

If one day, he really becomes a monster, perhaps only Dazai is the most likely to stop him.

Well, relying on the examinee's dedication to the exam, Dazai's words will definitely wake him up from the endless...

Although the people in the palace did not agree with Kyono Yan's request to meet Dazai because he regarded Dazai as his little lover, but who let Kyono Yan hold their lifeline.

As a queen, he can bring endless benefits to these people, but if it is a king, it is not necessarily the case. They can only agree to such an "insignificant" request.

So when Osamu Dazai walked in, Kyono was not surprised.

Even if Luanbu came over, he was not surprised, the court chief was probably going to be fooled by these two people.

A tower of desserts sits on a table in the drawing room.

After dismissing the others, Kyono Yan, Dazai and Ranpo sat together.

"Did you find anything?" Kyono asked.

Edogawa paused in disarray, and said, "We sorted out the course of action of these monsters, and it's not irregular."

He took out a hand-drawn map from his arms, and made a circle on the map with his fingers, and the place where the starting point and the ending point meet is exactly where the palace is.

"Sorted according to the date of the incident, the trajectory is like this."

Edogawa Ranpo hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing.

The only exception was the day when it was attacked in Baker Street.

If you say it, it's like telling Ah Yan that they are suspicious of him.

"Huh?" Dazai Osamu suddenly approached Kyono Yan and sniffed him, "It smells so good."

Kyonoyan looked dazed for a moment, and said, "Maybe it's the scent of the palace's flower petals."

Osamu Dazai kept smiling and said, "If there is a chance, I really want to try it."

Jing Yeyan always felt that there was something else in his words, but he didn't have time to think about it, and was soon attracted by Luanbu.

The two were discussing in whispers, Dazai Osamu lowered his eyes, folded his palms, and pushed a feather into his sleeve.

"Let's go to the study." Jing Yeyan suggested.

Anyway, that was the most likely place to get information, and there was one more thing he had to confirm.

Leaving from the living room, when he reached the door of the study, when he opened the door and saw the empty photo frame on the table, Jing Yeyan's heart sank.

It really wasn't a dream.

But how did Fyodor send him back to the room?

Uh...Gogol is not here...No, no way...

A maid knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty, your tutor, Mr. Moriarty, is here."

Kyono Yan thought of that laboratory

private teacher?

Alchemist is about the same.