Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

【93】

In the poem, it is translated as a world of emerald green. The thick and colorful sunset afterglow is like the golden hair of a goddess being blown by the wind. In the world, only loneliness is eternal. The exquisite outline is plated with a suffocating bright light, and the angular brick-red roof has precipitated the sunset of cultural revival and raised the bloody dynasty flag.

But Mr. Herman's white beard turned away from the sun, and the distant river reflected the setting sun, and the whole body of this old man with white beard and hair gathered a light golden velvet-like delicate luster.

Florence itself is the condensed art, that kind of tone is smudged with the halo of moths flying to the flame, how many people's enthusiasm for truth and civilization are drawn together, and the sunset without regrets is outlined in one stroke.

The old man over 14 years old has seen through life and death, but life is alive, and parting can never be owed. His organization accidentally killed the parents of the [-]-year-old girl, and now he is free and sees the sun again. I am ashamed I have strengthened my faith even more.

Herman's daughter was also 14 years old, and she was strong enough to support a family when her father went out to work. The little girl can still distinguish right from wrong with a broad mind.At the age of 60, it is still too late to make compensation for the combination organization and Jinghua.

After Herman finished the task, he bought a rabbit doll for Kyoka from the toy dealers in doll costumes not far away. The girls must like it.

He is only worried that everything has no chance.

The black muzzle of the silver-haired man pointed directly at Mr. Herman's brow, and his emerald eyes were like the sharp light of a cold weapon, cutting the enemy precisely, indifferently and steadily.

"Mr. Hermann, do you still remember such eyes?" Andre Gide evoked a unemotional smile, "From Scandinavia to the Apennines, you still have such eyes of Germanic origin? remember?"

The old man opened his mouth. Indeed, there was once such a blond child who was taken to the Moby Whale laboratory, and the middle-aged man who held him in his arms was tall and strong, and he had never seen such a profound child before. green eyes.

"The Beluga Lab has been controlled for many years, but I have only seen such eyes once," Mr. Herman decided to tell the truth, "The leader of Mimic may not be really interested in his blood, young man, You don't look like you've been through blood experiments."

Ranpo Edogawa's most frightening memory is the so-called blood experiment. 14 years ago, a certain city in Western Europe was filled with horrible poisonous smog. Only two children of Germanic blood survived.

André Gide walked through the bloody storm, full of vicissitudes and romance, like a monument full of bullet holes full of broken colorful glass, above the ruins, hope broke out of the ground.

"You are right. The killer invites others to look him in the eyes. No matter what he says, he is expressing his sincerity," André Gide said with a wry smile. "I have never experienced a blood experiment. In this city, it is a A companion protected me."

For example, before the execution, the executioner and the executed person chatted with each other before the time came. Everything was to pass the time and ensure that the executed person's face would not be too hideous.

"I have seen a child suspected of having undergone a blood experiment. He was traumatized and wanted to protect everyone around him. He even begged me not to hurt the man who brought him here," Mr. Herman said in a low voice. It happened a few years ago, it seems that we can exchange the information you really want, Mr. Andre, as long as you let me live, I can cooperate with you."

"Cooperate? Who will return my companion to me?" Gide's eyes widened, and the lonely and fiery flames in them almost devoured everything.

He suddenly rushed up and grabbed the old gentleman's skirt, and pushed Herman back viciously. The old man who just screamed out heard a gunshot, and scarlet liquid poured out of his chest, like The spring water of the mountain stream.

Everything happened too hastily, and he didn't have time to pass the information that Florence was the location of the blood test back to the detective agency. The children's laughter was still not far away before Mr. Herman realized that the dolls he saw just now The toymaker's footsteps were steady and regular, like a well-trained soldier, but it was too late.

In the setting sun, Andre picked up one leg of the white-haired old man, and dragged it expressionlessly to this small alley with few tourists. Crows were startled from the sky, and black feathers fluttered down, as if left by death in the world. Afterimage.

"Mr. offended." Andre Gide rushed up a few steps and helped tear off the blood bag hidden in Mr. Herman's chest. The violence and shooting just now were a good scene of temporary cooperation.

The blood bag was cleverly stuffed by Gide when he grabbed Mr. Herman's lapel. A world-class killer only needs one blow to allow the blank bullet to penetrate the blood bag just right without hurting Mr. Herman at all.

A few cleaners outside the alley pretended to be nonchalant and poured chlorine-containing detergent on the street to rinse carefully. In this way, neither the oblique light technique nor the luminol reagent could detect that there had been blood here.

"Fyodor wants me to get rid of you, but he is very scheming. Even if it is a cooperative relationship, he will never easily believe that I have carried out this assassination mission perfectly," Andre Gide said with a wry smile, "Because you I do have festivals, so he is very relieved of me."

Mr. Herman endured the pain all over his body. This leader of Mimic, who can tell right from wrong, managed to save his life after all. The rift between Mimic and Beluga Labs that Gide said must be real, and he got Fyodor Seoul's verification.

"Young man, tell me what makes you so attached to Moby-Dick Lab," Mr. Herman sighed, "I think I can make it up."

Gide gave an almost tender smile.

It was a beautiful French boy in his memory, with big black glazed eyes shining brightly, a smile on the battlefield, dyed in the hearts of the soldiers, like fireworks bursting in full bloom in the early summer night, which has been passed down in the ancient Western European continent. According to a beautiful legend, the place where the young man is is the white and dazzling holy light, and his black hair is spread in the center of the white gold marble church.

The boy's name was Rimbaud. As a first-class spy scout, he should not have appeared on the frontline battlefield, but Rimbaud heard that a border town was about to undergo a blood test, so he rushed more than ten kilometers to rescue many villagers.

Gide was also in the rescued team when he was a boy. This ordinary soldier was also regarded by Rimbaud as a close and trusted comrade in arms. They agreed on a safe place to exchange information. the glory.

After seeing off the villagers, Gide turned back and only waited for Rimbaud's partner, Verlaine, who was in a tight cover, and told Gide that Rimbaud was discovered by a researcher at the Beluga Laboratory and died on the way back.

"I don't believe he will die, but Mr. Rimbaud never came back," Gide sighed regretfully, "He is a super-class agent, a peerless genius of the Frunze Military Academy, not even the famous Mr. Fukuzawa Yukichi Make sure you hit him with a gun."

"But what if he was killed by someone else?" Mr. Herman suddenly thought of the suspicion of shirking responsibility in such an answer, "Of course it is also possible for the Beluga Lab..."

"This is not the crux of the problem." Andre's emerald eyes were extremely hot, "With Mr. Rimbaud's talent, he can still pass the news if he is seriously injured, but if he disappears without a sound, the only possibility is that he himself was arrested , or simply forget about it.”

Mr. Herman's eyes widened. Beluga Labs has indeed taken over the research and development of a memory-impairing drug.

"You mean, Mr. Rimbaud was injected with that kind of drug, so he forgot the most important thing." Herman frowned. This possibility is very high.

"But what is the value of a Mr. Rimbaud who has forgotten everything?" Herman asked, "No matter how good an agent is, he can't remember anything. Could it be that he is admired or envied just because of his appearance... Life is not a romance novel. .”

"So I suspect that memory damage is not the main effect of that drug," Andre Gide said with a wry smile. "Mr. Rimbaud's physical skills are not very powerful. What is worth using is the powerful brain power of his super-class agent."

"The main effect of this drug is the reason why Fyodor wants to silence me." Mr. Herman frowned and tried to recall all the information related to the drug.

This is already more than ten years ago.

Externally, André Gide still wanted to declare that he hated the Moby Dick laboratory and avenged his comrade Rimbaud who died.

Facing his own heart, Mr. Herman decided to fight to the death with the Venetian organization.

【94】

Fyodor's black gloved finger was poking an apple as red as pigeon's blood, which was inedible to him.

Ultraviolet disinfection is required, and food that has been heated and sterilized by microwave ovens can be eaten. Everything that Fyodor can eat loses its original taste, and the secret recipe of ebony juice passed down by the family cannot whet the appetite. Sigma, the little greedy cat, always has eyes full of envy when eating.

A little bit of germs will make him weak, and his immune deficiency allows him to accept Dazai's organs calmly, but it also leaves countless hidden dangers.

He took off his earphones and put them aside. He didn't fully trust Andre Gide. He had deployed a large number of bugs in Florence early on, and he could receive sound waves through a fixed frequency.

It's a pity that he missed this damn Shibusawa Tatsuhiko. The other party didn't bypass the signal receiving tower when releasing the poisonous mist, which directly caused the sound of electric current to be heard from Fei Jia's earphones. Andre Ji He couldn't catch a word of what De said.

But it doesn't matter, if this operation is successful, even if the leader of the White Whale Laboratory returns to Yokohama after a narrow escape, he won't find a chance to make a comeback, and will eventually fall into the control of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.

The memory-destroying drug made Fei Jia exist in a daze and helplessness for more than ten years. He was infinitely close to this Venetian project, and even donated all his blood to the five evils of heaven and man, even the private organization Rats of the Dead House. A complete intelligence organization.

But the leader didn't show any intention of cultivating Fei Jia as an heir, and he certainly didn't need to completely worship the leader.In recent years, Shenwei has been looking for people all over the world, from the United States to China and then to Western Europe. It seems that the purpose is to find the successor of the future of the five declines of heaven and man.

Kamui searched for wise men and took them to the Moby Dick laboratory to erase their memories. This is quite abnormal. If you want to brainwash and use it for yourself, it is perfect to hand it over to Fyodor. Fyodor is the leader of the deadly soul, Gogol. An absolute genius who can be imprisoned, Shenwei has no reason not to trust him.

If it was all for the successor, Fyodor suddenly felt creepy when he thought of this.

If the side effect of the drug was to erase memory, Fyodor would have survived after being injected, but the memory that disappeared was just a little memory of Dazai.

Kamui may be using this method to paralyze Fyodor, making him use his personal experience to constantly pursue the missing memory, and forget to think about the real effect of this drug.

Fei Jia, who lamented that he had been trapped in a blind spot of thinking for many years, cut the apple from the cross section, and the cute five-pointed star was exposed. Fortunately, he began to investigate the state of these people who were injected with drugs and lost their memory two years ago.

The investigation was originally very difficult, but with the help of Gogol, the wise men who were taken care of by various public offices were finally exposed to the sight of the rat of the dead house.

They lived quietly under surveillance and were left alone for many years.

People who have lost their memory are useless, but they are still alive, which will give people a sense of satisfaction that is "better than dead", delusional that one day that smart person will be able to recover.

It's like putting a boiled pigeon egg back into the bird's nest. Although it looks exactly the same on the outside, there is no possibility of hatching anymore. It's just someone else's wishful thinking.

The aftermath of this work is much more complicated than the assassination, and there can only be one reason why Shenwei enjoys it so much.

The real effect of drugs is not to destroy memory, but to extract memory.

Extract the memories of countless wise men and put them on a certain person, this person will have unparalleled wisdom in the world, and lead the five declines of heaven and man to become the only mafia organization that rules the dark world.

If Fyodor wants to get all the memories, he needs to erase the heir.

Checked one by one from those close to him, but found nothing in the past few years. The heir is really too determined, no matter how he makes a move, the news will be nothing.

Unless the young master who is the heir to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man is so well protected that he doesn't know anything about it, or the heir avoids the power of God like a rebellious child.

Too much thinking will inevitably cause a headache, and he suddenly wanted to hug Dazai.

The person he misses is curled up in the back of some sports car.

Nakaya carefully wiped Dazai's hair with a towel. This hairstyle with one side of the hair pinned behind the ear made Dazai's appearance extremely handsome. The young master of the port mafia should be so high-spirited.

But China doesn't like it either.

Ango Sakaguchi looked helplessly at Dazai's hairstyle, and the hairy head resting on Nakaya's lap looked like a burnt red apple, pitifully soaking up the warmth.

"Chuya..." Dazai turned over and looked up at his former partner.

"Let's go home." Nakaya replied and combed Dazai's temple hair back to its original shape, running his warm fingers through the thin strands of hair, and even carefully combed Dazai's curly hair.

Dazai just laughed, pale and sad, and said, "Where do we have a home anymore?"

The port mafia was wiped out two years ago, and Dazai understood Chuya's thoughts. His partner was never an emotional person, and he was able to sacrifice his life to rescue Dazai and take good care of him, more out of consideration for the future.

If Zhongyuan Zhongya wants to revive a port mafia, a smart staff officer is essential, but if the emerging organization wants to suppress the underground business, it must use unshakable faith to implement the rules of the dark world.

In other words, the Port Mafia, which is in the early stage of the conflict, must fight against all organizations, including the Secret Service Section of public agencies, and even the armed detective agency.

"If you don't have a home, just create one yourself." Chuya's words disillusioned Dazai in bringing him into the detective agency.

Zhongyuan Zhongye was born and raised here, with the blood of the mafia flowing in his bones, he speaks little, refuses to admit defeat, sees injustice in the road, never bows his head in the face of life and death, and can show the aura of a lonely hero by himself, how can he bow his head people?

If Dazai is facing danger, Chuya will still rush forward, go through life and death for him, risk his life for him, and make the sword that silently enters the sea for him.

How could Dazai have the heart to let his lost and recovered partner sit in that cold top spot, he was like a drowning man trying to grasp at straws, but those eyes against the night sky just looked at him firmly, promising that the Yokohama port mafia would be the next A hundred years of glory, promises to dedicate himself to the lonely body, promises to dedicate enthusiasm to the life of the earth, and never bows to prejudice.

It is this belief that was born in the dust and dared to turn the tide, the greatness that hides in the dark but is willing to embrace the light, presses down on Dazai's lips to express his love for his sons and daughters.In life, too many responsibilities are heavier than emotions. How can personal relationships keep an uncompromising life and death partner?

Not to mention the vicissitudes of life, the sentence I like you spans life and death, whether it is a promise for the rest of his life or a frank confession, Dazai has been unable to find out, and none of them dare to mention a sentiment that has nothing to do with responsibility.

"Dazai..."

Chuya covered his partner's eyes with his hands, and wet water dripped from between his fingers.

This turned out to be the first time Chuya saw Dazai's fragility.

【95】

Luanpo sent five children in protective clothing to the Beluga Lab and handed them over to Dr. Yosano.

Akiko's eye circles are already red. This boy she has always regarded as her elder brother looks much younger than her. Because of the rare Germanic blood, the 26-year-old looks like a junior high school student in his teens. It's not the preferential treatment of time, but fate, she can't force it.

She never felt that she loved the wrong person. Mr. Ranpo was so good that she couldn't expose her painful side to him. With such a bloodline carrying the mysterious longevity gene, maybe Mr. Ranpo was really a child.

"Jingzi, you have to trust me, don't hold back your hand during the experiment, and you must save me," Luanbu took Jingzi's little hand, "Don't tire yourself out, you've grown up."

The girl's tears flowed down her cheeks. She vaguely remembered how to conduct the experiment, how to measure the infectivity of the virus and the specific performance of the infected person. This seems to be engraved in her bones and has become a muscle memory.

"Yeah, I've grown up, Mr. Ranpo." Yu Xieye was wearing protective clothing, and gave Ranpo a tight hug in full view.

It's not something to be ashamed of liking someone, even if the person already has a heart.

For Ranpo, Akiko has always been that special existence. In front of the person she has a crush on, no matter how strong she is, she will always be the sister worthy of pity. In this situation, Ranpo will not worry about his own safety. There will be worries and Yosano's mood.

"The only person I don't want to hide is you," Luanbu rubbed the back of Xie Ye's head, "Now no one can replace me as an experimental subject to do virus research, I hope you can accept it."

Dr. Yosano has no reason not to accept it. For Yokohama, for the detective agency, and for the children, Ranpo must accept virus research, and be locked up in a laboratory for observing brain waves to cooperate with various action instructions.

Ranbu was holding a text message from Kyogoku Natsuhiko in his hand, the content of which was shockingly shocking.If his speculation is true and everything is established, the child who rescued Ranpo 14 years ago was pedestrian, and Fukuji Sakurachi regarded Ayatsuji pedestrian as a child and let him grow up freely, then there are two possibilities.

The first possibility is that Fukuchi Sakurachi rescued pedestrians in the Venice organization, with the purpose of cultivating him as the most powerful ace of the secret service class, but due to personal reasons, he cannot disclose his relationship with pedestrians, and the president once had a relationship with Fukuchi Sakurachi. The personal relationship is very close, and Fukuji Sakurachi mentioned that he wants to adopt a child, which makes sense both emotionally and rationally.

But another possibility makes Ranpo creepy. If Fukuji Sakurachi is someone related to the Venetian organization, then his behavior of allowing Ayatsuji pedestrians to roam around and protect them will naturally be considered by Kyogoku Sakurachi as Fukuji Sakurachi Infidelity to pedestrians.

But if all this is Fukuji Sakurachi's acting skills, in fact, he is simply manipulating the pedestrians of Ayatsuji, and he is sure that the pedestrians cannot escape from the palm of his hand, then the Secret Service Division, the Armed Detective Agency, and the entire Yokohama will be controlled by the Venetian organization , and became a spare experimental product locked in the city.

Random steps need time to think, he must be steady.

And even if he is sacrificed as a test subject, the other member of the Detective Agency's Twins will recover due to the progress of virus research, and the cool hat gentleman will definitely send him and Edgar Allan Poe's lovely brother home.

Holding the diamond that was polished into a marble in his palm, Edogawa has been going around in circles for many years, but he has never been brave for love.

But he just pursed his lips, and deleted the edited text message of farewell and apology word by word on his mobile phone. He wanted to live, to live for Poe's happiness.

【96】

Under the dim light of the bar, Nakaya lightly took care of his suit. Two years ago he was seriously injured and his heart was broken and he was forced to sleep. It was Dazai who put on this expensive custom-made suit for him. The platinum buttons were shining brightly. Even the patterns on it are exclusive to Chuya Nakahara, the port mafia.

The double-breasted black jacket is lined with an accordion pleated shirt and vest, which is extremely low-key and luxurious, and the small diamond buckles on the cuffs also bear the unique logo of Chuya Zhongyuan.

The pair have never helped each other buy clothes, and the only time they paired each other was at the ceremony when Zhong Ye became a cadre. In a later battle, Zhong Ye lost his blue-striped bow tie, and now Zhong Ye The bow tie on his chest should have belonged to Dazai.

The signal was blocked, and Dr. Yosano could not be contacted. Dazai's body could not withstand the long-distance travel. The three of them could only take refuge in the poisonous fog for a short time. This underground bar is only for regular customers.

The boss always advocated that the guests should do their own thing. Ango supported Dazai to find a place to sit down, and he was in charge of notifying Nakajima Atsushi not to act rashly, so as not to fall into Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's trap.If you can bring Dr. Yosano again, Dazai may be saved.

With the regenerated blood of Atsushi Nakajima in his body, Dazai could barely hold on.He lay down on the bar counter and looked at Chuya with all his strength. As long as he was quiet, his life and death partner smelled like a mixture of orange blossom and benzoin, which was calm, sweet and slightly cool.

"Don't sleep, Dazai, don't sleep." Nakaya poked Dazai's little face. Two years later, this Yokohama made him feel strange. Ango put Dazai here, who was in a daze with a high fever, and Nakaya would naturally try his best to make Dazai Stay awake and wait for rescue.

"Don't you like to watch me bartending?" Zhong also lightly smiled and straightened his appearance, "The best bartender can't compare to my skills, so don't sleep and watch carefully."

Nakahara Nakaya’s hands once made amazing exclusive cocktails for Mori Ogai and Ozaki Momiji. Mori Ogai once hugged Dazai and sighed that the basic formula has such a deep taste.

What they couldn't get back then is now exclusive, but time has passed, and they can no longer find the familiar taste.

Nakaya is holding a crystal-clear square ice cube in his hand, with one side of his hair combed back, the warm yellow light is reflected by the ice layer, and the almost perfect jaw line is also coated with a layer of golden light, which is amazing and full of vitality .

He asked Dazai to help take off his gloves, and when the cold and hot hands touched together, both of them were shocked.

The perfectly translucent ice cube is held in the left palm of Nakaye, and the silver tool in the right hand is constantly moving. The splashed ice flakes dance under the light, not like falling stardust, but rather like a halo of light spinning and rising around the dancer .

The formed ice ball rotates fifteen times in the cup and stops slowly. Starting from the bitter aroma of almond liqueur, the strong Scotch whiskey is not convincing, and the offensive breath of Zhongye can be felt even if you close your eyes, like It's a cigarette burning deep in the alley in the dusk where light and shadow intersect. Who can resist the charm of deep affection?

Dazai tried his best to widen his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave this figure into his retina and never forget it.Zhong Ye's face, I don't know how many idiots and resentful eyes it will attract, let alone this gentleman handing over a glass of wine in a personable manner.

The rumored Godfather cocktail is for men. Zhong also introduced that this cup is thick and spicy in the mouth, with a sweet and clean aftertaste. It is most suitable for staff officers.

It was like an obscure invitation to Dazai to once again become the exclusive staff officer of the Port Mafia.

If it is an invitation, there is a promise behind it, the promise of meticulous protection like Mori Ogai, like a private collection of red wine hidden behind others, and will last forever.

Dazai sighed, the current situation in Yokohama is turbulent, no less than the battle situation two years ago, his full support is still precarious, if he reluctantly joins, let Chuya distract himself from protecting himself, the rise of the new port mafia must be complex and difficult maintain.

"I don't mean anything else, you must not be thinking about your own affairs just now," Zhong also lit a cigarette and took a light puff, "Thinking too much is not good for life, you should think more about yourself, the half-dead armed detective agency Chief of Staff Dazai Osamu."

The ice puck floated up and down in the wine glass, making a crisp and pleasant sound. Dazai was dazed and flicked his forehead lightly. He felt like he was back in his early teens, where he could make mistakes and be willful.

"Don't drink!" Nakaya slapped the back of Dazai's hand, "Don't die?"

"It must be too bad to drink," Dazai stuck out his tongue, "You are afraid that I will taste that your craftsmanship is too bad, you are worthy of being a slug, deceiving people with sea water..."

"I'm afraid your hands will dirty the cup!" Zhong also raised his eyes, the fine starlight was soft and clean.

But he didn't wait for Dazai's answer.

For many years, Chuya always felt that Dazai would get better when he became energetic. Maybe one day Dazai would forget his physical weakness and he would have real health. Many medical miracles are like this.

They bickered and quarreled upside down, and Dazai tried his best to cater to them many times.Including now, Dazai lay quietly on the bar counter, his body slowly slid down, and was caught by Chuya.

"It'll be fine," Chuya wrapped Dazai in his coat, "you'll be fine."

Thousands of miles away in Moscow, Sigma grabbed two cookies from the dessert stand with one hand and stuffed them into his mouth, while holding Gogol's right hand, which was injecting glucose intravenously, with the other.

The dead soul leader of his family seemed to have lost his freedom for too long and was bored. No matter how Sigma tried to persuade him, Gogol refused to eat because he was not feeling well.

Sigma couldn't understand, but he could feel that the leader Kamui didn't like Mr. Fyodor's power very much. Mr. Fyodor thought the leader was very annoying, but they didn't really like Mr. Gogol, but they all had to ask Mr. Gogol Mr. Gorey does many things.

Sigma told Gogol about this idea, and then his Mr. Gogol passed out without saying a word.

Maybe because he was too happy and didn't know how to praise himself, Sigma took another bite of the cookie carelessly.