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75-77: Gulag Thief

Chapter 75 Chapter 75

[Many people will ask: "What right does he" have to rule the Gulag?

If the law thieves hear it, these despicable bloodthirsty beasts will stare at you with red hatred.

If the Sukas hear it, the hyena-like informers will spread the offender's name to every corner of the Gulag.

The offender will be forced to the square paved with red bricks and snow mud.

Before "he" came here, this was the open-air stage where the warden enjoyed executions. After "he" came here, this is the gathering place where we confessed without telling "him".

No one really took action. We were like vultures with only skeletons and eyeballs left, standing silently around, until the figure of that man replaced the red bricks and snow mud, and the unattended square fell into heavy snow, taking away all the heat, making him another ice stake on the blocked border of Siberia.

This is the best ending, because if the two teenagers following "him" heard this question...

it is not something that can be written in the book.

It is better to soften the question, so that perhaps we can get the answer - who is "he"?

I, the general of the entire front of the West Siberian Plain against the supernatural war, the wartime commander who drove the war out of the Siberian Federation, Daniil Fedorovich Ivanov, hereby swear on my soul that what I said is absolutely true.

Sib Lr (Tatar: Sleeping Land) has no lies.

* "He" is the only person in the Sleeping Land who has two hearts, one heart bleeds, and the other heart is tolerant.

Siberia, which is separated from the battlefield, has never been at peace. * God and the devil fight here, and that battlefield exists in people's hearts.

Someone once asked me why I was with the law thief, and I shouted angrily: * I will drown this person in the toilet!

I am not ashamed to be with any bad people, whether it is the law thief, Suka, monkey people... I don't care.

What makes me ashamed is the question itself.

I am not with the law thief.

I am with the king of eternal praise.

----Excerpt from Admiral Daniel Fedorovich Ivanov's "Winter Memories"

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"Hey, Mr. Seicho?"

Dazai Osamu, who was sitting behind the table with his legs crossed, stood up easily after seeing the heterochromatic young man who pushed open the door of the Armed Detective Agency.

Then he was strangled by the bandage hanging around his neck, and the other side of the bandage was stuck tightly on the table leg, and the slightest movement would cause him to suffocate.

Facing such a Dazai Osamu, Matsumoto Seicho subconsciously trotted forward and tried to help him untie the bandage that was almost making him unable to breathe. As a result, it became more and more tangled, and in the end, somehow, it even entangled his mouth and nose.