Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

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Reason is the highest faculty.

【One】

Intuition is more trustworthy than reason most of the time.

Fyodor looked indifferently at the new staff officer who had just saved him, and intuitively told him that this person was not so simple, but that person's resume was clearly written in every detail, and even Fyodor himself knew clearly I remember meeting him a few years ago.

It was four years ago, at the entrance exam of Frunze Military Academy, a famous Moscow school one kilometer away from the Neva River. The calm wind in November was cold and clear, and the face with black hair and glazed eyes was like a small animal in the forest. , shy and calm.

The 20-year-old Fyodor led the young man to the Faculty of Arts. After a brief conversation, he realized that the other party had only come to Moscow because of the reputation. After graduation, he would follow the arrangement of his family to leave Russia to inherit the family business.

This young man with ease looks a little older than Fyodor. He has strong insight and excellent skills. He writes beautiful Russian in a beautiful and gorgeous style. Before leaving, he gave him a book of symbolist poems .

Just like the chapter of Baudelaire's "Urge to Journey", it is said that young people really traveled to England after graduation.

They hurriedly parted without leaving any traces in Fyodor's memory. Four years passed, but Fyodor's body had a natural closeness to the colleagues in front of him.

There is a sequence named MHC in the human gene, which can automatically distinguish his favorite smell. Fyodor always remembers a kind of sweet apple fragrance, as if he has blended with himself countless times, and his own scent The breath of ice and snow was a match made in heaven, as if they had interlocked their fingers and hugged and kissed, Fyodor couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

"You should give me your hand," Fyodor said, "Russian mafia etiquette, family members should kiss on the cheek."

The new colleague's eyes widened: "Can I change it?"

The silver-haired young man on the side covered his mouth and smiled: "This is the first time Fei Jia wants to kiss a colleague, and none of us are treated like this."

The young man seemed relieved, and kissed Fyodor's delicate and pale side face hard. The loud voice made everyone in the room bend over with laughter, and Fyodor himself, who proposed this etiquette, was almost ashamed. She blushed and turned away in embarrassment.

"I should have recorded it," the silver-haired young man joked, "Dazai, seeing that Feijiado likes you, you may not be the first human being to kiss him."

"Then I should kiss again!"

"Mr. Gogol, please put down your phone, otherwise we will cut off all business contacts." Fyodor said calmly.

Dazai kept his hands in his pockets in a safe posture and remained motionless. The two of them were stuck in a stalemate and tested each other. For a smart person, one look can grasp too much information.

Fyodor had just been rescued by Dazai at the Mafia dinner, and it was not easy to interrogate him for a while, so he could only stand together and stare at each other.

Rewind time to a few hours ago.

The dinner party where the leaders and cadres of the mafia from all over the world gathered. The long-sleeved power seekers can easily change the situation with a glass of wine and a smile. Finance cooperates with the arms trade, for which Gogol is forced to take out his collection of Mouton red wine as a treat.

As the second-in-command of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, Fyodor does not approve of this kind of diplomacy very much. The cooperation that was settled before the banquet has to be spread out in such a way that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. It is better to wait for twelve o'clock The sound sounds, go back to sleep early.

The leader of the partner wants to have a drink with Fyodor, even a gentleman who doesn't drink alcohol can't shirk it, let alone a cadre of the partner's family pour the wine himself.

"This cup should be my tribute to the cadre." A young man came out of nowhere and took the cup from the cadre of the other party's organization. "I'll pour it for you too."

Fyodor sweated a lot. The young man who came to save the venue poured wine with his palms up, which put the entire venue on absolute alert. He had no choice but to scold, "I don't understand the rules."

Italian mafia members in the 16th century were accustomed to wearing rings, which contained organs that could be used to kill, and pouring wine with the palm up was equivalent to sending an assassination signal.

"Allies communicate with each other," the boy handed Fyodor's cup to each other. "We should drink the cup in each other's hands, regardless of each other, and be intimate."

In this way, a crisis was resolved without any risk.

"How did you find out that there was poison in the wine?" Fyodor supported the extremely uncomfortable and limp boy, adrenaline was secreted in a critical juncture, and Fyodor still smelled the familiar and sweet aroma of apples.

"Mouton Chateau's vintage red wine has a sweet and intoxicating aroma of chocolate and berries," the young man poured into Fyodor's car, "the glass he poured smelled wrong, and the best tasting should be poured Twenty milliliters, he poured thirty milliliters, the type of wine will be written on the invitation card for homework, which means that the red-haired cadre is not on the invitation list."

"Fortunately, the toxicity is not that great," the young man clutched his stomach, "If you drink it unprepared, you will definitely lose your manners. The other party is trying to add some embarrassment to the five declines of heaven and man."

"I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Osamu Dazai," the young man patted his forehead and realized later, "The staff officer who just came to report for duty, we took the exam together in Moscow a few years ago."

Fyodor ignored him, and quickly analyzed the seamless encounter in his mind. The boy he ran into at the Frunze Military Academy four years ago was far less playful than he is now, and time seemed to stand still on him.

The memories came to an abrupt end, and Fyodor and Dazai were still in a stalemate at a very close distance.

"Shall we try to sleep together in the future?" Dazai teased, "It might be a good match."

Fyodor watched his colleague Gogol quietly close the door with his eyes bright.

【two】

Russia's largest mafia family has five bad days and has monopolized almost all transactions that cannot be made public in Eastern Europe.

In fact, they don't need to fight. A real struggle with real swords and guns is already the negligence of the planners. This is what Fyodor, the leader of the Rat of the Dead House, the largest intelligence organization in Eastern Europe, said.

Recruiting a completely unfamiliar staff officer is the leader's own consideration.

On the one hand, Russia has a vast territory, and the agents have long been eyeing Fyodor in the West Siberia Plain, and one more staff officer can distract him more.

The most important thing is that the black market business in Western Europe and East Asia has been too frequent recently, but Fyodor's intelligence network was suddenly cut off, and a new staff officer was urgently needed to understand the situation and fill the vacancy.

Fyodor put forward three conditions: first, the staff officer must be an absolute newcomer, preferably just graduated from university and have strong plasticity; second, the staff officer must be handsome and beautiful, with a reserved and elegant oriental temperament The third is to have a good understanding of engineering and natural sciences, and have a knowledge reserve that is not inferior to that of the United States Military Academy at West Point.

Dazai meets all the requirements, and the rest can be taken slowly.

"Mr. Fyodor," Dazai finally had enough of the Russians staring at him face-to-face, "please explain the situation quickly and assign tasks."

"Wash well and rest," Fyodor frowned, "go to my room."

This kind of overly ambiguous statement did not cause too much reaction from Dazai. On the contrary, Fyodor could always feel the faint sweetness in Dazai, and the pair of big iris-colored eyes wandering around him Emotions on the body.

"Mr. Fyodor, my intuition tells me that you want to judge whether I'm trustworthy by approaching me," Dazai said with a blank expression, "for example, suddenly get into my bed and start searching with all hands. Once I have a problem, You're going to sever my aorta with the blade in your mouth in no time."

"This is a routine operation," Fyodor said calmly, "but I don't need to get into your bed. Gogol said that I am a flowing art in Russia, so you are more likely to dedicate yourself to art."

The second-in-command of the Mafia's Five Decays has always been adhering to the principle of trustworthiness. Fyodor's deacon and close subordinates have all undergone brainwashing experiments. Dazai has heard of it for a long time. If this mafia staff officer molested him If it is true, it is equivalent to a death sentence for him.

"I'm going on a mission," Dazai smiled, "I can be dispatched anytime."

Fyodor took out a file bag from the desk, "Go and check this organization, your identity is completely new, very suitable for latent missions."

In the file bag is the information of the Japanese organization "Armed Detective Agency", in addition to several other documents.

"Dazai's performance is very good, so good that I think it's a little too much. The red wine of Mouton Château is not in circulation in the market. It was all given to Gogol by coincidence, and there is no trace of red wine in other years. The aroma of chocolate," Fyodor hooked his lips, "Only the heirs of Chateau Mouton know the quality of red wine. There is no problem with Dazai's identity. He is indeed the illegitimate son of the Edgar family in the United States."

The face of the young man in the east turned pale. Fyodor's words were tantamount to a threat. His family and identity were in the hands of the Russians, and the thunderous means of the Russian mafia could not tolerate any betrayal.

"I see, Mr. Fyodor," Dazai said, "What are your identity and code name?"

"Dazai is Dazai," Fyodor rubbed his hands, "You just need to join that organization, and they won't drive you away. Dazai's appearance is enough for Mr. Edogawa to keep you."

It's useless to talk too much, Dazai will immediately leave for Yokohama, Japan, and play the role of intelligence center instead of the rat in the house of death.

Dazai finally heaved a sigh of relief after the tense probing, this Fyodor was more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

When going downstairs from the white marble steps at the corner to go through formalities, a cool breath behind him suddenly approached, Dazai had no time to launch a surprise attack on the people behind him, he was subdued by Gogol who suddenly appeared at the stairs, and his jaw was forcibly lifted by a pair of cold hands rise.

Fyodor walked over gracefully, bent down and gave Dazai who was kneeling on the ground a cold and tender kiss.

The struggling rookie staff officer is held down by the smiling Gogol and cannot move. If there is no violence, this can be said to be a perfect plot, a fantasy dream that can only be found in Siberia.

As far as Dazai's eyes can see, there are black and smooth hair, deep and affectionate eyebrows, and a cool and noble atmosphere blowing towards his face, which is very similar to the polar day in Iceland. The single artist rolled down the stone road, and the broken wine bottle drenched The gunpowder and drizzle jingled.

"I must have done something like this with you," Fyodor wiped his mouth as if nothing had happened, "I can confirm that."

As soon as Gogol let go, Dazai, who was kneeling on the steps, almost rolled down, "Is this part of the job, maybe Mr. Fyodor has a rich love history and misremembered it, excuse me."

"You're thinking too much, Dazai," Fyodor followed slowly, "I think it's necessary to make sure, so I asked Gogol to do a little favor to stop you, I don't remember kissing anyone else , but this feeling is all too familiar."

Dazai's scalp was numb, and he deliberately went around to other stairs when he went downstairs, but Fyodor and Gogol seemed to know where he was, he obviously avoided the surveillance and checked that there was no locator.

"The glass of wine that Dazai drank yesterday contained a micro-positioning device," Gogol said, "It's hanging in your stomach...maybe it's the intestines, it won't cause any damage or affect your life, don't be afraid .”

In that mafia drinking party, only Dazai was the only target, he just had to drink the glass of wine with a locator willingly.

"You have to be obedient," Fyodor said coldly, looking at Dazai whose body had weakened, "Go to Yokohama and pay attention to safety."

Gogol blinked, "There's a bedroom inside, do you need..."

Seeing Dazai running away like seeing a ghost, Fyodor touched his lips with his slender fingers, "I will only fall in love with one person, and he will definitely not be able to escape."

The silver-haired young man smiled: "Then you still want to let him go?"

Fyodor looked indifferently at his close friend who was second only to himself in the Five Decays of Heaven, this peerless genius who was in charge of the strategic deployment and agent deployment of the Russian Mafia family, and the irreplaceable Mr. Gogol of the family.

"I don't do things that I'm not sure about. Although the Armed Detective Agency has also cleaned up the business in the red light district and refused to smuggle drugs, they still need a lot of arms, which is very problematic."

"What does this have to do with Dazai?" Gogol asked, "What if we let him out and can't get him back?"

"The Edogawa Ranpo in the Armed Detective Agency is Dazai," Fyodor bit his lip, "After I called up Dazai's file in Frunze, he quickly purchased arms and wiped out the dead who were lying in Yokohama." House Mouse members."

Gogol frowned, Fyodor wanted to avoid future troubles forever.

【three】

"Mr. Dazai, what's wrong?" Atsushi Nakajima put the snacks he bought on the coffee table.

"What else can I do? It's a loss," Luanbu said with a smile, "Going to investigate the situation of the five declines of heaven and man, probably paid an unimaginable price for us, and now we are still locked in the bathroom and cannot come out."

The speaker is not interested in the listener, and Kunikida and Yosano seized the time to cover Kenji and Kyoka's ears. In the eyes of most adults in the Armed Detective Agency, Dazai is already a delinquent young man who has lost his social integrity.

As soon as Dazai with red eyes came out of the bathroom, Kunikida wrapped him tightly in a blanket. He took out a handwritten letter and handed it to Mr. Ranpo. The handwriting was clear but hurried.

<My body has been planted with an unknown device, please come quickly to Mr. Hanako, don’t go to him, the five evils think that I am a spy they planted in the detective agency>

Ranpo frowned, led Dazai around the house, and went to the abandoned dormitory building.

The headquarters of the Armed Detective Agency is located in the dilapidated commercial district of Yokohama. The abandoned dormitory building in the early years is hidden in an air-raid shelter, with countless secret passages connected to the outside world, which is indestructible.The twists and turns of the map are staggering, and only the president and Ranpo can walk freely among them.

Dazai didn't dare to go in, he didn't think that the trouble he brought needed to use the core secrets of the detective agency, but Mr. Ranpo took his hand with an irresistible force.

"Have a good rest." Ranpo brought Dazai into a bedroom, with high tension and exhaustion, Dazai almost fell asleep after lying down.

Ranbu looked at Dazai's delicate and pale face, and helped him straighten his messy temple hair, "Don't pretend, Dazai, what do you want to know, there is no signal here, and there is no one else, and you can sleep well after I answer. "

"I...is this really a coincidence?" Dazai frowned at him, "Fyodor said that you are obsessed with my face, may it have been completely exposed..."

Dazai eavesdropped on the conversation between Fyodor and Gogol, and the order of undercover events that Heaven and Man Five Decays thinks is: first there is a trade anomaly, and then the search for a new staff officer, the files of the graduates of the Frunze Military Academy were selected, After that, Mr. Ranpo suddenly pulled out the contact line of the Rat of the Dead House in Yokohama, so Dazai entered the five declines of heaven and man, and replaced the Rat of the Dead House to perform functions.

"Where did the abnormal trade in Western Europe come from..." Dazai really couldn't figure out who would make the first move in the three-party game between East Asia, Western Europe and Russia.

The core brain of the Armed Detective Agency, Luanbu, one of the twin jades, sighed, "Your thinking and pattern are not open, you should go to sleep first."

Dazai raised his hands in surrender: "I can only think of Western Europe. Fyodor himself mentioned Western Europe, so I'm worried, whether he thought that we deliberately caused trouble for him in order to arrange spies."

If this is the case, then regardless of Dazai's life being at stake, Russia and Western Europe may be planning to join forces to destroy Yokohama.

"I won't do things I'm not sure about, and you won't die either." Luanbu stuck out his tongue and gave Dazai a soothing smile.

Dazai let out a sigh of relief. The opponent they encountered was too difficult to deal with, and they were able to go undercover and enter the Five Decays of Heaven and Man calmly. Being a student of Frunze Military Academy helped a lot.

Poe, the illegitimate son of the Edgar family, looks almost like Dazai, and has been writing mystery novels incognito. It is purely coincidental that he went to Frunze Military Academy to take the exam, except that Poe was six years older than Dazai, and Dazai borrowed His identity plan can be said to be seamless.

Their undercover plan should have been impeccable.

Mr. Hanabou checked the locator in Dazai's body, and it only had the function of locating but not recording. Dazai was still silent because of a secret buried in his heart.

Fyodor, who was far away in Moscow, reminisced about that sweet and cold kiss, lying on the table in silence for a long time.

His body remembered that in the once gloomy world, there were bright white doves slowly spreading their wings, and the stretched stamens of daisies shaking off the powder, and those cold hands and gentle heartbeats brought lingering joy around him. Temperature, Fyodor dreamed countless times that he came from the Apennine Peninsula with flowers and lingered on the coast of Venice where the clouds stretched.

In this damaged memory, the words Italy, love, and spring appear repeatedly.Fyodor kneaded everything together as a matter of course, piecing together a perfect first love in the dream, but in reality it happened in the dark and damp underground prison, lingering in the uncontrollable longing and bloody smell.

It's not art at all.