Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

【52】

Ayatsuji Xingren's appearance has not changed a bit over the years, and he is still high-spirited. He smiled and said: "When I lurked in and saw a signal problem for three seconds, I knew it must be our school's spies coming out to work again. What, why, no progress at all?"

Dazai turned his head and said: "The teacher is here to find Misaki Naruto, she is very good in the detective agency, don't worry."

The other party reached out and lifted Dazai up directly, saying, "She is more stable than you, and among so many students, you are the one that worries me the most."

During the two years of studying at the West Point Military Academy, Dazai lived happily. He never thought that seeing Naruto was a real girl, and people in Ayatsuji always liked to scare him like this.

"I want to board the plane that is 60 meters above Tokyo Bay," Dazai wrote the coordinates to Ayatsuji Koichi, "Can you let me do it?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian reflexively wanted to touch the bong, and said lightly: "You are going to die!"

"I have to go," Dazai took a deep breath, "or Yokohama will be ruined."

His teacher looked at him sadly, and after a long minute passed, he sighed heavily: "I'll help you get rid of the crew, but you give me life, I can't send another student away."

With the help of Ayatsuji pedestrians, Dazai successfully entered the cab and turned off the power of the recording equipment, and began to search for the communication signal of the Beluga cab.

"Kyoka, can you hear me?" Dazai took a deep breath, the high altitude is really uncomfortable.

"Mr. Dazai?" Kyoka's voice was very low, "Go away, the white whale will crash into the sea in Tokyo Bay, and everyone will be fine. Mr. Dazai must protect Yokohama. I know you can do it."

The state of Jinghua is wrong!Dazai thought, this child is afraid that he is going to fight someone to the death, "What happened, you come back, we will solve it together when we come back."

"Such a disgusting place, I don't want to go back..." Jinghua seemed to have cried, "Yokohama, which everyone loves so much, cannot be destroyed, but the public office must die! Are they living to whitewash the peace? I killed it. So many people are actually the same as their parents.”

"What did the public office do, I will avenge you," Dazai's heart sank, "You only killed 35 people, everyone has their own difficulties, but if I'm right, it's Ango Sakaguchi kept you alive."

Jinghua closed her eyes, letting the tears flow freely.

She told Dazai that the Yokohama government had been using homeless people to conduct human experiments secretly to develop an unknown virus.The virus laboratory leaked, and Jinghua's father wanted to use the news building to notify civilians to take refuge, but was killed.

Jinghua's mother stepped over the dead body of her lover and burned down the virus laboratory with a large amount of gasoline. The part that spread became an unknown epidemic.No one ever mentioned the death of hundreds of civilians in the slums.

The Secret Service Section of the public office was only concerned with blocking the news, ignoring the low-level employee Ango Sakaguchi who sneaked out at the time. Worried that Kyoka would also be silenced, he knelt in front of the port mafia building.

"You think, you survived, but killed so many good people like your parents, so you don't deserve to live in this world, right?" Dazai's voice was exhausted.

"But Kyoka, what is the right way to live? What is the right way? To save more people but end Yokohama's hard-won stability, or to implement justice and die without a place to die?" Dazai smiled, "I I don’t understand, and I can’t know. All we can do is to constantly see the true face of the world, and find the meaning of survival in different times. Only Yokohama can prove that I have lived. We are all killers, agents, and a lifetime. People who can’t be seen, can’t wear beautiful clothes, and can’t be recognized. Fame and fortune are worthless to us, so what are we looking for?”

Jinghua stopped sobbing, but did not answer him.

"Go and find it yourself," Dazai said with a smile, "Yokohama is right in front of your eyes, time is in your own hands, and you are in charge of it."

The girl finally smiled, she had more important things to do.

"I will enter the Beluga Lab," Dazai said, "I will leave the cab to you. I am going to save a very important person."

"Mr. Dazai, you—"

"He is very important," Dazai blushed slightly, "I just want to say thank you to him, this is the meaning of my existence now."

It was only after getting closer that the fuselage of the Beluga Lab was huge, and there was still a distance directly below the cabin door. The streamlined and smooth surface made it impossible for Dazai to climb up.

"Don't go," Ayatsuji pedestrian held Dazai's arm, "whatever you want, the teacher will get it for you."

"I want to express my heart to someone," Dazai dodged lightly, "Doesn't the teacher also have something to say to someone?"

Dazai's words were swallowed by the strong wind, and the wind speed at high altitude was so high that Ayatsuji's pedestrians could only close the hatch with steel cables.If he watched Dazai become a frozen corpse hanging outside the cabin, he would no longer be the teacher.

Under the strong secretion of adrenaline, Dazai forcefully opened the cabin door, but the climbing equipment accidentally slipped down.

The body of the white whale is too smooth.

Dazai gritted his teeth and cut his palm, hot blood flowed out. In the low temperature of tens of degrees below zero, the frozen blood firmly stuck Dazai outside the cabin.

On the verge of a strong loss of body temperature, Dazai had already fallen into a semi-comatose state, and he used his instinct to press the hatch switch, a task that normal people would absolutely not be able to complete, and Dazai had to risk his life to do it.

The bloody palm was tightly gripping the cabin door, Dazai only felt that his palm might have been frozen, and he must not go to see Odasaku as if he had lost his hands.

When a gust of hot air rushed over, Dazai just instinctively fell towards the cabin, seeing darkness in front of him, and the lullaby of a hazy moonlit night playing in his ears, squeezing his internal organs heavily.

【53】

Atsushi Nakajima has never been in such pain. In terms of physical combat, their strength is completely different from the same world.

"Do you really think you are righteous?" Fitzgerald's eyes were sad and pitiful, "All young people are like this, they obeyed the rules too much when they were at the bottom, but they didn't know that this completely restricted your future. "

"Am I going to watch you take all the civilians in Kotobuki for human experiments?" Atsushi Nakajima looked at the young man in front of him with disbelief, "They are all people in Yokohama, because they were born in poverty, To be manipulated by you at will? You are simply shameless!"

"Everyone's life is not up to him, and his birth almost determines his future." Fitzgerald sighed, "I also started from scratch, and there is no room for turning back in social relations. I got in touch and suggested that I could use the old, weak, sick and disabled in Kotobuki to conduct experiments in the Beluga Lab."

"You mean...the authorities in Yokohama want to cleanse these incompetent people?" Atsushi Nakajima frowned, "Why should I believe your words."

I already knew too much, and Atsushi Nakajima's back was drenched in cold sweat. There was absolutely no documented evidence of his identity in Yokohama.But the leader of the combination organization in front of him is openly talking to him, so natural that he seems to be chatting with an old friend, and even expresses his unknown private life in front of him, not afraid that he will leak information at all.

Mr. Dazai said that you should be most careful when the cunning enemy relaxes his vigilance, because in that case, the other party has absolute confidence, and the dead will not reveal their secrets.

"Actually, you can believe it if you can hear it." Fitzgerald took out a wine glass from the cabinet. "Every city has its own secrets, including this slum that has been irreparable."

Yokohama Kotobuki, one of the three major slums in Japan, has about 6000 people living, of whom more than 5700 need to live on the subsistence allowances provided by the Yokohama government, and among these people who need to live on the subsistence allowances, there are less than 40 people every year Able to get rid of subsistence allowances and be self-reliant.

The Yokohama Authority distributes vegetable porridge here once a week, which is cooked with vegetables collected from various stores that have passed the tasting period.Elderly people with Alzheimer's disease, people with disabilities, and young people who grew up in orphanages without families lined up with bowls.

If he hadn't met Mr. Dazai, Kotobuki would have been Atsushi Nakajima's shelter.

"What do they all do?" Atsushi Nakajima smiled sarcastically, "Like you, as long as the number of taxpayers is enough, you don't care about the life and death of ordinary people. Sitting in an office that is not exposed to wind and rain, naturally I can’t see how suffering is pressing on the people. I’ve climbed so high, is it just for money and power? Tell me, who are you supposed to protect?”

Fitzgerald's hand stopped, and he seemed to be missing something through Atsushi Nakajima's eyes.

"This Yokohama is a place where capital is accumulated," the young man pointed to the tall buildings in the distance, "Look at those tall buildings, they are all piled up of bloodstained suffering and wars, Yokohama has never been clean, nor is it a place worth protecting !"

"But Yokohama is the home of Yokohama people." Atsushi Nakajima said calmly, this sentence was talked about by Mr. Kunikida and Mr. Dazai, because it is home, so it must be guarded.

"It won't be yours soon," the young man looked blankly at the distance of the holographic image, "I just want to keep my wife, just keep her, your body has a special gene that can heal wounds quickly, I It was also detected just now. If your bone marrow can be transplanted to my wife, she will have another ray of hope."

"I am willing," Atsushi Nakajima looked straight into the young man's eyes, "I will not die."

Fitzgerald looked at the boy with pity, and murmured: "But your existence will only kill another person, maybe he is already dead."

Atsushi Nakajima looked dazed. He is now alone and has nothing but an armed detective agency. The members of the detective agency will never die easily in such a place. He absolutely trusts his partners.

The young man shook his head and explained that he knew that the young man was born in an orphanage.Beluga Labs has conducted human experiments on children in orphanages, implanting genes that allow wounds to heal quickly.The experimental subjects died one after another, and the only successful experimental subject disappeared two years ago.

The time when the subject with the fast healing gene disappeared was exactly the same as the time when Atsushi Nakajima was kicked out of the house by the head of the orphanage.

"I don't want to be chosen by you," Fitzgerald said sadly. "If you donate bone marrow to my wife, you will definitely be exposed, and your dean's father will undoubtedly die."

Atsushi Nakajima has no choice, he does not have only one armed detective agency, the orphanage is where his dream started, and the dean is his father.

Fitzgerald had no choice, he had only one love of his life.

"Will your wife be saved?" Atsushi Nakajima looked into the distance blankly.

"It will be delayed for a while, her body is on the verge of collapse, and I still need powerful cloning technology to create a brand new life form," Fitzgerald said, "like replacing parts."

A strong sense of nausea enveloped Atsushi Nakajima.The dean and Misaki Fujioka were all lost, because he had the courage to complete the task for a while, the father had to go to hell...

Also, Kyoka had to give up the mission of rescuing Misaki Fujioka. Atsushi Nakajima made a desperate choice and forgot to leave a way out for himself.

In the base of the combined organization, the boy hugged himself tremblingly, like a habitual self-protection action in an orphanage.

"forgive me……"

【54】

Fyodor sat quietly on the carved wooden chair, Sigma looked at the dessert stand but dared not reach out to eat it, and Gogol fiddled with the bow on his braid.

"Eat what you want." Fyodor finally let go, he had no hope for a three-year-old child who was not thinking here at all.

As the most outstanding subordinate of the House of Death, Goncharov is also a chemist and a master incense maker. He can concoct the scent of Dazai just by relying on Fyodor's description.The act of concocting love body fragrance can only be described as abnormal, but Gogol dare not complain at all, for fear of spoiling his own Sigma who has finally matured a bit.

They didn't dare not accompany them. Fyodor had noticed the signs of Gogol's desire to break away from the Five Decays of Heaven and Man and act alone. The reminder from the leader of the House of Death was considered a threat. Fyodor invited them just to see How many organizations did Gogol contact in private?

Idle is idle, why not try to create the breath of Dazai.The fresh smell on Dazai's body was clean and bright, and it also allowed Fyodor to block the pain in his body and sleep soundly. Dazai was simply his sleep spray.

"This smell is Dazai!" Sigma was pleasantly surprised. "Frankincense, benzoin, apple, mint, and lemongrass are exactly the same as the smell of Dazai. It is indeed Mr. Goncharov."

Fyodor only felt dizzy from the smell, and Sigma would not misjudge. This concocted spice was indeed Dazai's own smell, but the smell was inferior and disturbing, and the pain transmitted by the brain nerves was even more intense.

"No," Fyodor huddled himself into a ball, "it must be Dazai himself. Goncharov, if Dazai himself is dehydrated and dried, can his smell be preserved?"

Gogol suddenly stood up, the black teacup on the table was overturned, and the sugar cube rolled on the ground a few times before stopping.

Moscow's greatest tragedy is about to repeat itself.

He was indeed tempted by Fyodor a long time ago, and he told Fyodor frankly about his beliefs and pursuits.But Fyodor took advantage of Gogol's intentions after expressing his understanding. After an hour and 45 minutes of brief dating, the two became ordinary friends and enemies, and they never crossed the line.

"Are you sure you want to destroy Dazai?" Gogol looked at him sadly, "If you care about him, treat him well. You are all smart people, why bother?"

Fyodor looked at Gogol with innocent and confused eyes and said, "I can't be sure whether I will like him or not in the future, but I can't live without him."

"Mr. Dazai likes Mr. Fyodor," Sigma said affirmatively, "but the microexpression class I just learned told me that sometimes he also wants to kill you."

"You can't stop your mouth if you eat it." Gogol took off his hat and put it on Sigma's head. "We are not allowed to listen or believe anything we say."

Gogol could not penetrate into Fyodor's loneliness. His strong self-esteem was there, and he did not want to understand or understand. The loneliness that could fight against the world once attracted him, but it was difficult to fight against the contempt deep in his soul. Aversion to the act of life.

"I can't live without him." Fyodor's expression was indifferent but firm. "Even if he betrays his relatives and loses everything, I will make sure that he cannot leave my side."

"This is not love, this is pathological possession," Gogol frowned, "You are terrible."

"Mr. Gogol loves me so much," Sigma stuffed a cookie into his mouth, "Teach me to learn and teach me how to behave..."

The red-faced dead soul leader was about to teach his ignorant children a lesson, but Fyodor laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist and said, "I wish you an early birth."

Goncharov blinked, wondering if he should tell the master that the plan for making living dead specimens from Dazai's retained breath has been written, and it can be handed over to the Beluga Lab after revision.

Fyodor, leader of the Rats of the House of Death, would never leave himself with a single Achilles' heel, even if it had the shape of Dazai.

Fyodor probably didn't want to live well at all, he wanted to die with Dazai, and be buried with him in another world.