Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

【73】

When Fukuzawa Yukichi carried Ayatsuji pedestrians to the cemetery step by step, a dazed Kyogoku Natsuhiko followed behind him.

The other party was old and dressed a bit sloppily. Naturally, the young man hated this old thing that took the lives of passers-by.The three walked ahead, but none of them turned back to the old man who was holding a sugar bowl.

"Who is he?" Jingji looked very guilty, "Mr. Fukuzawa, it seems that I killed someone who absolutely shouldn't be killed. I will replace his job in the future. I will try my best to do it. Good thing."

The old president suddenly staggered a few steps, he hugged the blood-soaked pedestrian even tighter, the young man's hat in his arms fell to the ground due to the movement, and the bright yellow hair like the heart of a tulip spread out in the summer wind .

Pedestrians were supposed to be such bright and vibrant children. Thinking of this, they walked very slowly and heavily.

All the members of the detective agency are looking forward to it, waiting for Ranpo and the president to take the omnipotent murder detective back to the detective agency. The girls must have washed the vegetables and fruits, and they are waiting for the pedestrians to prepare a meal A sumptuous celebration banquet, and then listen to how they brought back the guy who wanted to harm the people of Ayatsuji.

Dazai is still waiting on the hospital bed for his teacher to praise him for doing a good job, the girl from the secret service class who loves Pedestrians is still holding the undelivered chocolate, and the young people drink and revel until dawn.

How many times he escaped from death and saved himself from danger. At the end of the war, the hero was shot coldly by his lover, and died in an unknown corner with tears in his eyes.

"Pedestrian's clothes just don't work like this, I'll go buy a better one." Ranbu suddenly realized something, a strong sense of guilt enveloped him, if he had been faster at that time, if he had realized that the killer would be Kyogoku Xia Yan, if...

But there are no ifs in the world, and Luanbu cannot escape the despair of life and death. There is a shop opened by an embalmer near this cemetery, and it is only a few steps to send pedestrians there to take care of it. This is what they can do. The last thing.

A few people sat blankly outside the door, and no one could bear to look at the once proud and bright young man until the undertaker came out with cold eyes.

"Bone skin and flesh are completely repaired for 30 yen, the kneecap is filled with titanium alloy, plaster, and ceramics, and silicone paste is used for [-] yen. What price do you choose?" The silver-haired young embalmer said coldly.

Fukuzawa Yukichi pressed Kunikida's fist just in time.

"Everything should be the best," Luanbu said coldly, "We have plenty of money, but you have to make sure that the materials are real and the workmanship is good, so that no one can tell."

The silver-haired young man nodded, and said lightly: "You can watch me work, and the child will be as good as alive after it is sewn."

Jingji Xiayan took out a large amount of banknotes from his pocket, and said awkwardly: "I will pay, I will pay..."

He doesn't know Ayatsuji pedestrians at all, and he has never heard of Fukuzawa Yukichi having such an important and beautiful child. If time can be turned back, he will definitely not block Ayatsuji pedestrians at the airport in such a usual way Exit.

The opponent was really skilled, and even dexterously got into the air vent, but he was still caught in the stomach with an iron hook, fell to the ground and broke the bones that could escape bit by bit.

The child cried beautifully, looking straight at him with big forest-colored eyes, as if he was being coquettish but also pleased. breath before his chest.

There was no begging for mercy, no calling for help, the only last words were light—thank you Mr. Jingji for being merciful over the years.

"Why are you crying?" Luanbu's cold emerald eyes swept over the three people, "It's just an insignificant person, if you want to cry, go to the hospital and cry to the dying person."

This sentence aroused Kunikida's rationality, and he realized that there must be something wrong with the silver-haired embalmer.

After thinking about it carefully, how could an embalmer get bones made of titanium alloy? This alloy is very rare, and even hospitals rarely use such materials. The nearby cemeteries are indeed buried with status and status. An embalmer with such skills should have been on Dazai's watch list long ago.

The answer is that the other party appeared near the cemetery out of thin air, fully aware that the pedestrian's body was incomplete.And on the way from the empty airport hall to the cemetery, in just half an hour, the other party had already set up the shop, waiting for them to come.

The other party was sure that they would definitely come. Thinking of this, Kunikida rushed forward with his scalp numb. He didn't want Mr. Ranpo to face the mysterious silver-haired undertaker alone.

Sweat was streaming down Luanbu's face, there must be some vital evidence on the pedestrian's body, which made the silver-haired mortician come to check so persistently. He had just agreed to hand over the body to him, and at this moment Take it back, no matter what, I can't find a reasonable excuse.

Kunikida's heart rose to his throat, and he was about to subdue the silver-haired mortician and take back the pedestrian's body by violent means, but he didn't want to see the silver-haired mortician's hand.

A little bit of black powder remained on the fingertips, and there was no need to investigate the reaction to the gunpowder smoke. The silver-haired embalmers came prepared, and they must have the strength to take Mr. Ranpo out.

Passenger's body still carries secrets, if the silver-haired embalmer goes to check, the information that passer-by protects with his life will be worthless.

Tears rolled in his eyes, and his heart was beating violently.

【74】

At this moment, if you don't do anything, you can only sit and wait, Kunikida hurried over.

"Master, look at that lunatic outside has already given the money," Kunikida approached softly and dragged the undertaker aside, "Let's split the money in half, there is no need to sew, since people are dead anyway, no one will go Excavate the grave, as long as the body has a face to say goodbye to, you can sell a body bag."

Kunikida's acting skills are top-notch, and he looks like a villain who doesn't care about making money from the dead. He doesn't expect to be able to hold back the mortician, and if he delays, he has more hope.

The opponent must be short of manpower, but it may not be so long. Two people carrying weapons on the border of Yokohama is enough to set up a small shop, and Fukuzawa Yukichi does not carry equipment that can send signals, so he hopes to call the detective agency for reinforcements. It fell on him and Luanbu.

The mortician quickly shook off Kunikida's sleeves, and said coldly, "Whoever pays the money has the final say. I never lie to the dead. Get out of the way. I have to work."

Ayatsuji Pedestrian lay obediently on the bed, did not hide, and rushed over with his lips pursed in disorder, "Since whoever pays the money has the final say, then you provide the materials, and the lunatic who gave the money will sew it himself. We cannot trust your craftsmanship."

Jingji Xia Yanteng stood up. He realized that the detective agency didn't want the embalmer to touch this beautiful child, and said loudly, "I can sew it too. Do you have needles and threads? I'll just use a place."

The mortician rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll teach you how to sew. If you don't want to let outsiders do it, you can't damage him, or I won't be able to do business."

"If you can't do it, you can't do it. You don't need it!" Jingji Xiayan hugged the passerby, "My child made you look all over, why?"

"So far, you can't come up with a death certificate or any basis, so you want to make a fuss here?" The embalmer went to touch a big viper under the bed, "I haven't heard of it. Weapons suppress evil? I'm not afraid of it here. Troubled."

Kunikida hurriedly held down the undertaker's hand with a smile. Once the other party fired, the outside support would also rush in. In the chaos, they couldn't keep Ayatsuji pedestrians from being touched at all.

"Of course we trust you, so it doesn't matter," Kunikida laughed along, "No one in Yokohama knows your skills, that is, can you sew two stitches for me, a living person, I just picked up the train, isn't that right? Let the police officer run into..."

Kunikida stretched out the hand that was shot to protect Dazai a few days ago, and it was bleeding. From the moment he entered the door, Kunikida quickly removed the bandage and tore the scabbed part forcefully.

Taking a deep breath, he put on his glasses.

Only at this time can he boldly show his emerald green eyes of Germanic origin, and look at the pedestrian's body from top to bottom, which is enough to see that the pedestrian died of excessive blood loss.The pedestrian's ankle was completely crushed, and he lay limply on the bed. His leg bones were gathered in his loose pants in an abnormal shape. That pedestrian who was as smart as a little fox must have used some method to hide the information in the bed. A place in my body that no one can think of.

Estimated the approximate distribution of muscles, Luanbu speculated that the pedestrian tried his best to lift the broken leg a little bit before the broken bone pierced into the flesh, which aggravated the bleeding.

The information is located in the center of the pedestrian's femur, a small chip, and the excellent eyesight of Luanbu can see a little bit, which is enough.

He stretched out his hand to the pedestrian's abdomen, where a huge blood hole had been drawn by the iron hook.

"Well, after you finish sewing, let this child also sew," Luan Bu said lightly, "It's poor, it's hard work, Master."

This move is to confuse the enemy. If Ranpo turns his head and goes out now, the opponent will definitely judge that the information is already in the hands of Ranpo, and will give up monitoring the corpse of Ayatsuji pedestrian.

The intelligence chip was clearly stuck in the middle of the pedestrian's femur, and it was a bit credible for the weakest fighter to lure the enemies away outside.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was so nervous that he couldn't get any more nervous. He looked at the blood stains on Ranpo and slowly turned to wash his hands. He quickly searched through all the pockets on his body, handed over the handkerchief and said, "Use this to wipe your hands."

This naturally diverted the attention of the mortician again, Luanbu felt grateful, and told Fukuzawa Yukichi with his mouth that it was the Secret Service Section who leaked the death of Ayatsuji pedestrian to this mysterious mortician.

The Secret Service Division is able to take over the virus experiment, and also wants to kill Ayatsuji pedestrians. Needless to say, the white-haired young man in front of him is inextricably linked to the Venetian organization.

The president took a random walk around the cemetery, and Kunikida quickly pulled out the chip from the pedestrian's body and stuffed it into the wound on his palm.

They had to go back to the detective agency immediately to decipher the chip, everything was so rushed.

A generation of genius agents of the West Point Military Academy, a murder detective who executed the death penalty, was buried hastily with a small sugar bowl and a tattered bloody coat.

The waves in the distance whimpered.

【75】

Fukuzawa Yukichi ran desperately through the woods on the outside of the road with his back on his back.

They didn't care about the affairs behind the pedestrians. As bait, they had to run fast enough and far enough so that the information would be absolutely safe.

The sound of the bullet passing through the woods rustled, the destructive power was not great, and it didn't even penetrate the solid and dense tree trunk behind it. It can be inferred that it was a gun, and the firing speed was very fast, and the sound of changing the magazine in the middle was crisp and fast .

According to this effective killing distance, it is easy to determine the opponent's location. Luanbu wears glasses and quickly calculates. The ballistic curve is affected by many factors, such as humidity, obstacles, etc...

The surrounding trees quickly turned into a three-dimensional map in Ranbu's mind, and the shooting position was calculated based on the distance and time between two shots.

Suddenly, Ranbu's eyes widened.

The assailant moved extremely fast and was not affected by the terrain at all. He was flexible and decisive. All the bullets avoided obstacles. For Fukuzawa Yukichi, the gun pointed directly at the danger that might hit below the chest boundary.

"That guy's skill in the jungle is under Kenji," Ranbu calmly analyzed, "The other party is very familiar with how to fight in the jungle, but he is not familiar with the terrain here. If you encounter a ravine on the way forward, your speed will slow down a little. Let's go At eleven o'clock, there are birch trees."

Fukuzawa Yukichi responded and quickly ran over. Even though he was wearing kimono clogs, his movement speed did not slow down at all.Luanpo even had every reason to believe that if it wasn't for the cover mission, the other party would have no chance of catching up with them.

Birch trees are relatively dense in wood. Although they cannot absolutely resist bullet attacks like iron birch trees, delaying time and dealing with the opponent is enough to consume bullets.

They are very sure that Kunikida will return to the detective agency as soon as possible, but now there is Kyogoku Natsuhiko who has forgotten the most important person. No one can guarantee whether this elderly person will return and go to Fuku Sawa Yukichi searches for memories about Ayatsuji pedestrians.

Kyogoku Natsuhiko will not be in danger at all.

What they need to worry about is that the other party has some kind of intelligence transaction with the Secret Service Section of the public office. This transaction also includes letting Kyogoku Natsuhiko know all of the pedestrian's past, and from Kyogoku's fragmented memories, he can learn about Yokohama and Western Europe a few years ago. information exchanges.

More often than not, it is the details that make all efforts fall short.

Once the mortician asked Kyogoku, "Has anyone cooked a hearty meal for you, and at what time", the time Kyogoku Natsuhiko answered probably meant that that time was a trip by Ayatsuji pedestrians. Yes, combined with the managers of past traffic records, it is clear at a glance how Yokohama's information is transmitted.

They need to hold out until Kunikida sends a signal that he has returned to the detective agency.

The arrest is not established, combined with Dazai's horrible experience in the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, if the pursuer sent by the other party is an ordinary person with a locator, then the safety of the flower bag will not be guaranteed.

Kunikida returned to the detective agency at almost galloping speed in Yokohama's net-shaped underground water ditch, with brisk footsteps and a heavy heart, the hand holding the chip, the blood from the wound was sticky in the palm.

The silver-haired mortician showed no interest in him, his sharp eyes were like bright red pigeon blood, extremely scarlet, hot and cruel.Kunikida really couldn't connect the mortician with albinism, the red in his eyes was too intense, like a fire that burned the whole of Moscow.

When Kunikida was evacuating, the red eyes of the mortician looked thoughtfully at the direction in which the president and Ranpo were leaving, and they did not stop stitching up Mr. Ayatsuji's bones with needles and threads.

The strong sense of disobedience made Kunikida feel uneasy. He hinted to Kyogoku Natsuhiko that after burying Mr. Ayatsuji, he must go to the detective agency to hide as soon as possible to prevent accidents.

If his partner Dazai is still there, he will definitely be able to make the most advantageous judgment under this sense of incomprehension, but Kunikida can't do anything about it.

Mr. Ranpo will not appear in the detective agency immediately. One of the twins, Dazai, is so weak that he can only rely on a ventilator. Any emotional stimulation may endanger his life.

As an ordinary person with mediocre vision and layout ability, Kunikida could only do his best to give the chip to Mr. Hanakou, and decided to inform Dazai of every detail of Mr. Ayatsuji's sacrifice.

This decision was extremely cruel to Dazai, but it became the key to countering Venice's plan.

【76】

Dr. Yosano put the spoon into Dazai's mouth.

"Open your mouth, ah—" Yosano gently tucked one side of Dazai's hair behind his ear, "Teacher Xingren made you a soup, drink it well, don't leave it behind."

Dazai obediently held the spoon in his mouth, and kept nodding his head to indicate that it was delicious, but tears flowed down, pattering on the genius doctor's hand.

No one can hide from Dazai.

Dr. Yosano held the spoon and couldn't move. She knew that Dazai spent the happiest time in his life at West Point Military Academy. The pedestrian teacher who was indifferent on the surface but caring almost taught Dazai how to escape from danger, how to Stay graceful and proud on rough days.

"I know, the teacher didn't come to see me," Dazai heaved a sigh of relief, "he won't be able to come in the future, Kunikida, come in, I'm not as fragile as you think."

Kunikida walked into the ward with his head down. The young man without glasses looked gentle and sad. He was ready for Dazai to have a nervous breakdown, but his life and death partner didn't look any different.

Let me finish what I have to say next," Kunikida lowered his eyes, "But I really can't make a reasonable judgment. This matter is related to the Venice project. If you can't accept it after I finish speaking , my life belongs to you. "

From the appearance of the silver-haired mortician, to the meaningful gaze of the mortician, and even the very fine pearls he sewed into Teacher Xingren's broken ankle, Kunikida never missed every detail.

"It must be someone related to the Venice Project," Dazai said with an almost crazy calmness, "but he is definitely not the mastermind, but an executor. Has the chip been handed over to Mr. Hanabou?"

"Yes," Kunikida looked at Dazai worriedly, "I'll send it to Mr. Hanabou's studio first."

"Broken!" Dazai exclaimed softly, "You trust the teacher too much. When he has no way to resist, he has nowhere to go. The rule of West Point Military Academy is that the information cannot be destroyed no matter what. That chip must have been bound with a positioning device, otherwise the teacher will not He will insert it into his broken thigh bone, he is sure that the chip has a location, and it will take time for us to clean the chip... Teacher, he tried his best."

Kunikida texted Hanakou-san with one hand, while Dazai grabbed the other hand.

"I may know that silver-haired embalmer with red eyes." Dazai struggled to get up, "It may be Tatsuhiko Shibusawa. This person's origin is a mystery, but the blood debt is heavy. Several poisonous fog incidents in the world have something to do with this person , all of us immediately stick to the line of communication, once there was a white unicorn who killed half of the port mafia's subordinates, this time we can't let him succeed."

Kunikida nodded, and Dazai opened his mouth, making a "quick go" mouth shape.

Dazai talked too much in one breath, because of severe lung infection, Dazai couldn't lie down because of the unbearable chest pain, the hospital bed was arranged in a folded shape, extremely weak but could only sit upright on the bed, but Kunikida felt that he His partner in life and death is extremely pleasing to the eye, and his pale and cold face is so pretty that people can't take their eyes off it.

Kunikida opened his arms and clasped Dazai and the hospital bed in his arms. For Yokohama, Mr. Hanabou is an indispensable professional deciphering talent. Fortunately, Dazai is strong enough, and fortunately, Nakajima Atsushi's blood will make Dazai's body heal continuously. From now on, they just need Dazai to rest, and they will definitely get better.

The next president has too many things to do. It only takes ten minutes to bring someone back from Mr. Hanabou’s studio. Run faster, and you can buy the almond tofu in Chinatown mentioned by Dazai on the way. It is an apology.

The ten-minute journey was like a marathon. When Kunikida returned to the detective agency with Mr. Hanakou who was paralyzed from excessive exercise, he found that the temporary emergency room of the detective agency was crowded with people, even in their pajamas. Jinghua, who was recuperating from her wounds, had a dignified expression on her face.

On the soft cotton cloth covered by the Dazai, there was a large pool of bright red blood mixed with dark red blood clots, and a large amount of sweat was printed on the quilt, soaking into a thin human figure. The scene can be described as shocking.

Dazai left only this trace and the unfinished half bowl of bloody soup, and disappeared out of thin air in the temporary ward built by the detective agency.

The almond tofu in Kunikida's hand fell to the ground, and the small round box rolled down a few times on the ground, and stopped on the floor with a thud, in a mess of white flowers.

No one spoke out, and everyone knew that Dazai's physical condition made it impossible for him to leave the detective agency on his own. Fyodor, who was a man of five declines, was too obsessed with him. It was clear at a glance who was deliberately planning to take Dazai away.

Suddenly, the woman punched Kunikida hard on the face with all her strength, "Is this what you promised me, when you talk to Dazai about Ayatsuji, you should be careful?"

The young man who was beaten was silent, his heart throbbing with pain.It turned out that Dazai was never as strong as he showed.

But never showed weakness.

Dr. Yosano bit her lock of hair to hold back the tears she was about to shed. She remembered Dazai just said today that if Kunikida felt guilty, he would give him a punch. An upright personality needs to vent the pressure appropriately. Dazai has always been like this made.

"Aren't you disappointed in me, that's why you didn't leave me any trace?" Kunikida suddenly rushed over to snatch the blood-stained sheet, "Didn't we agree that we'll go on vacation together when you get better..."

In the empty ward, no one could answer him.