Bungo Stray Dogs Short Story Collection: Venus's Treasures

The setting of superpowers as part of the cornerstone of the world seems really reasonable... After all, Fumino is a superpower fighter.

Raskolnikov's tears ——Your eyes are beautiful I read Mr. Tuo's article, and I wanted to see him crying and remorseful because of his failure. (Laughing) "There are no supernatural powers in this world." The moment the pen tip fell, the sky fell. In the precise pendulum, a gear disappeared, and then—— The whole system went crazy. The long second hand stopped moving, the minute hand trembled crazily around the zero mark, and the hour hand ran crazily at the speed of the second hand. The magnetic field changed its expression, and the high-energy particle flow from the sun collided with the broken atmosphere, creating a brilliant aurora in the sky at 35 degrees north latitude. The waves rolled and the Pacific became restless. Pedestrians hurriedly walked on the street, and with a scream, a young girl turned into a puff of ashes without warning. ——The world has fallen into disorder, and mankind has reached its end. In a slightly damaged church, a sickly and pale young man knelt down before the compassionate gaze of the Virgin Mary. ——He must kneel down, because he is the culprit. - The man who made the gear disappear. "How could this happen..." He kissed the silver cross in his hand tremblingly, and his crystal tears rolled into the dust drop by drop. Accompanied by silent choking, his slender neck could not help but tremble, like a poppy with a broken stem, damaged by the wind and rain. All the calmness and calmness turned into ridiculous bubbles in the face of the cold and desperate reality. Superpowers are original sin. No, that is the cornerstone of this world, the bricks at the bottom of the pyramid, equivalent to gravity or friction. - Pull it out and everything will collapse. You are the biggest sin. "Good afternoon." A clear female voice came from above. The weeping boy suddenly raised his head—— A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old stood in front of him at some point. Seeing him raise his head, the girl curved her lips and gave him a smile. Her smile was as beautiful as a dewy lily. She was wearing a light blue shawl and a white dress, with her long chestnut hair flowing smoothly around her shoulders. She looked like an ordinary, beautiful girl. However, at this time, "ordinary" is the biggest extraordinary thing. "Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky." His name rolled out completely from the tip of her tongue, and his voice was as soft as reciting a poem. "Good afternoon, miss." Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the [book] that he had just thrown aside but now disappeared. The young man raised his head and stared at the girl—— "Are you related to [the book]?" His tone was calm, but because he had just cried, his last voice was involuntarily choked with sobs. "Then what?" The girl looked at him with a smile, neither affirming nor denying. "You are [Book] right?" He said in a low voice. Then he covered his face with his hands, closed his eyes, and laughed—— "Hahahahaha, is this really the case?" "It's really ridiculous, hahaha——" He raised his head, revealing a pale and fragile neck from the high collar, and laughed wildly. "It's true..." The sigh slowly approached, and Fyodor felt a soft cotton cloth touching the corners of his eyes. He opened his eyes and grabbed it with his backhand—— It was a white handkerchief, and the soft fingertips she had pulled away, just like ordinary people. "Wipe your tears, boy." The girl withdrew her hand and stood up straight. "Also," she lifted up the hem of her skirt. There was a trace of grey-blue on the spot that should have been white and stain-free. That was the color of the pen he just used, "you stained my skirt." A huge boulder fell from the broken dome of the church and hit the slender girl, but was bounced off by an invisible barrier half a meter away from her head. Amidst the sound of the boulder falling to the ground, the girl asked in distress—— "How do you want to compensate?" Hearing this, the pale young man who was wiping his tears raised his head and stared at her with a pair of magnificent purple eyes. After a while, he chuckled—— "Now, besides this body, what else do I have?" He is no longer young, but his face is still beautiful and full of youthful feeling. The sickly and pale aura made him look like a handful of spring snow that was about to melt, or fragile porcelain. The girl stared at him for a while, then she smiled and said—— "Okay, I forgive you." The moment she finished speaking, the crumbling church was finally overwhelmed and collapsed. Amidst the falling gravel and flying dust, the girl leaned over and kissed his forehead—— "Your eyes are beautiful." A soft voice brushed against my ears. The next second, everything was spinning. "Then he saw again The golden roof on the church just now in the rising sun Mysteriously glowing red. The morning glow is as red as a mature rose Like climbing on the roof of a church with devout prayers, The shining statue of Jesus, a hand that was nailed to the cross Like a sacred sword, pointing straight up Red clouds. As if right above this church, The temple of God rises in glorious dawn. Great stream of light The waves of colorful clouds Flowing towards the nine heavens surrounded by music. A cloud of mist Rolling up, it seems to be taken away All the darkness pressing down on the world, Dissolve into the dawn light of God. ②" Fyodor slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the rose window above. The sunlight reflects brilliantly on the colored glass. But his eyes seemed even more magnificent than that brilliance. This was here a year ago. What is he doing at this time? Ah, he remembered—— It is the theme song of "Schindler's List". ——Despair and low sadness. Putting down the bow in his hand, he gently pressed his ear. There was a miniature transmitter—— "Retreat," he ordered. Then, he picked up the bow, and gentle and smooth music flowed out from the strings—— It's Canon in D major. The coming breeze ruffled his forehead, golden sunshine and golden music flowed in the air together, and a white dove flapped its wings not far away. ——"Only after touching the bitter lips of death, his heart can feel the sweetness of life. ③" Then, he heard the same golden sound joining his performance. He followed the sound—— The white piano, the light blue shawl, the white dress, and the familiar curve of the lips. Seeing him looking at him, the girl's lips moved—— Fyodor, who knew lip reading, read her silent words—— "Your eyes are so beautiful." ①The protagonist of "Crime and Punishment" is a poor college student with ideals and a kind heart. He is an atheist and impulsively kills a person he thinks deserves to die. After a long and painful psychological struggle, under the gaze of a woman named Sonia, he knelt down, kissed the ground and the cross, and then chose to surrender. ②③I excerpted part of Dostoevsky's poem from "When the Stars of Mankind Shine". The 28-year-old Dostoevsky was arrested for being involved in revolutionary activities against the Tsar and was about to be executed. He was notified one minute before the execution and was commuted to exile in Siberia. In Siberia, his thinking changed dramatically. Mr. Tuo is really delicious!!!

The writing is very good, even though I have never read the original work, I think it is very beautiful^ω^