Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

【One hundred and five】

Working in front of the centrifuge with Dr. Yosano sweating profusely.

Not long after, the heroes who fought for Yokohama will be infected with the virus. Under the influence of the virus, the five children have already developed a strong memory. , Reduce the stimulation of external information to children.

The human brain will not reach physiological maturity until after birth. Other animals can walk when they are born, but humans need a year. Due to the powerful function of the brain, many developmental links must be carried out outside the body, and too much development cannot be accepted. Informative kids overworked can cause irreversible damage.

"What is the significance of this virus..." On the one hand, Dr. Xie Ye tried his best to research the treatment drugs, and on the other hand, he thought backwards and backwards.

If Mr. Ranpo survived such a virus catastrophe because of his blood, then what unique genes of Germanic blood can be selectively left behind?

Dr. Yosano's eyes widened.

She ignored a person who had passed away. The eyes of pedestrians are regarded as orange by all members of the detective agency because he often wears orange glasses, and orange light belongs to light with a longer wavelength. No matter what light passes through the orange glass will appear orange.

If it is said that Ayatsuji pedestrians who never take off their sunglasses also have a pair of green eyes, it can indirectly prove that both pedestrians and Ranpo are likely to belong to the branch of Germanic blood.

Historically, Venice was originally populated by refugees from the Roman city who founded the city to escape Germanic attacks.

This Venetian organization was named after it. The two survivors were both children of Germanic descent, and their intelligence level was far superior to that of ordinary people. The virus did not affect them much.

A terrible thought arose in Yu Xie Ye's mind. If the purpose of this virus is to screen out intelligent minds and Germanic blood at the same time, and keep them as samples for the next experiment, then things will become confusing. What kind of experiment will require A brilliant mind and an absolute memory.

Unless, this experiment is related to memory.

For hundreds of years, people's research on memory was limited to the material level. Early people guessed that there was a substance or structure in the brain that could store memories, and named it "imprint".But the search for imprints has been unsuccessful for many years, and no matter how damaged the structure is, it seems that the memory cannot be completely erased.

It wasn't until 2012 that a study demonstrated that the synaptic connections between memory storage and the brain's neural structures are widely dispersed, rather than concentrated in a certain anatomical region.

Later, people discovered the existence of microglial cells as one of the immune systems. Microglial cells in the brain can destroy the synaptic connections between neurons, resulting in the phenomenon of forgetting. primary immune cells.

"If the activity of this immune cell is suppressed," Dr. Yosano swallowed, "this person will no longer forget anything, but at the same time, immune problems will occur, the body will collapse, and he will have to live in a sterile environment. "

She thought of Fitzgerald's wife, the beautiful woman whose immune system had completely collapsed, who died alone without any cure.

Inhibiting the activity of microglial cells and injecting a large amount of memory at the same time, then this person can have a nearly infinite amount of knowledge... Dr. Xie Ye couldn't help realizing that the frail and sick leader of the house of death Fyodor Or it could be part of a series of tragedies.

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man have the most cutting-edge technology, and it has been found that they are inextricably linked with the Venetian organization. It can be said that Fyodor's frailty and sickness can be cured easily, but it has not been done.

Maybe it's not that it hasn't been done, it's that it can't be done at all.

Sickness and an absolute mind go hand in hand. Such a mind is suitable for carrying a large amount of memory, and it is perfect for being a container for inheriting civilization.

When the centrifuge time was up, it made a ding sound, which woke up the female doctor who was caught in a strange thinking circle. After thinking about it, the mind that was about to explode was Yosano Akiko.

However, the idea of ​​injecting a large number of microglial immune cells may be able to treat lung infections caused by viruses. Dr. Yosano told the scientists of Beluga Lab about his ideas, and used Dazai and five children to treat the effect Research.

Their bodies can no longer drag on.

In the deadlock, Atsushi Nakajima stared deeply at Shibusawa Ryuhiko's red eyes and said softly: "You are indeed dead."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't believe it at all. He had memories, emotions, dreams, and longed for immortality. He just didn't feel well.

"I still want to live until I can see that there is no more fighting in this world, and that there is only health and peace in this world..." Shibusawa Ryuhiko shook his head, "I'm not doing it for myself, pain, please forgive me ..."

Atsushi Nakajima grabbed Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's hand.

"At that time, you held me like this and pulled me out of the dead man with all your strength," Atsushi Nakajima said with a wry smile, "Of course you don't remember now, but that dead Shibusawa Tatsuhiko really wanted to save me. I."

"I am Tatsuhiko Shibusawa!" The silver-haired young man held Atsushi Nakajima's hand firmly like an abandoned child, "Give me blood, and I will be able to recover when I recover." Be Tatsuhiko Shibusawa."

"You are not him," Atsushi Nakajima shook his head, "You are a brand new life, atone for your own sins, don't carry the karma that belongs to Tatsuhiko Shibusawa along with you."

The silver-haired young man smiled, his hair was disheveled, he looked elegant and crazy, his slender fingers covered his face, the memories and wishes belonging to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko were tormenting him all the time.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko once had a younger sister.

He didn't know if she was his biological sister, and he didn't remember her name, but he only had this girl for his life. She was soft and fragrant, and her dark purple hair looked quiet and cute.

Every elder brother wants to give the best to his younger sister, hoping that she will have a career that she will strive for all her life, hobbies that will not be lonely in her life, a lover who will grow old together, and finally full of children and grandchildren, and realize all dreams and wishes without any regrets. passed away.

He stole dry food and milk powder on the battlefield for his younger sister. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't even remember her name, but he knew that these sufferings would eventually pass, and if he wanted the gods to hear his appeal, he had to go beyond other Humanity.

Everyone said that the white-haired brother and the black-haired sister could not be biological, but Shibusawa Ryuhiko did not believe that this girl was a gift from heaven.

He was lucky, they smuggled to Western Europe, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was raised by a famous doctor in Venice as a rare medical prodigy, he would put his sister aside even for experiments.

But his sister died of illness, Shibusawa Ryuhiko didn't even see her for the last time, and the famous doctor showed him only a lonely grave.

The princess is dead, is there any point in defeating the dragon?

He lost to the god of death, but human beings should not lose to the god of death.

Now this kid who looks like Tatsuhiko Shibusawa wants to live, but yearns to sleep peacefully. If life never ends, the fight won't stop.

"It's so easy for you to want immortality," Fyodor pouted. "Clone it again, and then put the memory in it again, and you will never die."

It's just that it will never die. If there is no end, it will naturally not be cherished. Whether the superimposed memory can be accepted by the next body is even more unknown.

"Let me go," the silver-haired young man smiled bitterly and stuffed a fruit knife into Atsushi Nakajima's hand, "If I can't be Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, let me stay here."

The scarlet moon sank, leaving the brilliance that had been silent for hundreds of millions of years, only loneliness and dimness, and the shadowy chaos seemed to return to a night before Pangu opened the world.

An old photo fell from the arms of the silver-haired young man, but the person who had lost his life could no longer hold it. With trembling hands, Atsushi Nakajima gently placed the photo on his heart.

The young Shibusawa Tatsuhiko hugged the little Yosano Akiko, with a bright smile like flowers blooming in the entire Apennine Peninsula.

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, good night."

【one hundred and six】

The medical genius of the Venetian organization fell into an eternal slumber in peace. Atsushi Nakajima did not press too much. Tatsuhiko Shibusawa had killed countless lives in the orphanage and saved him. Now this clone has brought Misery inflicted on Yokohama.

Atsushi Nakajima didn't tell him that Dr. Yosano and Dr. Yosano were still alive, so he left alone with the longing for Dr. Yosano, an exchange of humanity and humanity.

The most important thing is that Mr. Dazai once strictly told him that he must never trust the information of a population on the verge of madness.Such a person is obsessed with certain purposes, and will use all means to lie for the purpose, and then everything will be irreversible.

Koseli and Fyodor.

Atsushi Nakajima laid the silver-haired young man's body flat, took off the one that he had bought with his wages, and put the only decent coat on the man's head, covering the severed trachea, and the blood seeped through it. Wool coat.Behind the decency that hides people's eyes and ears, there is irreversible death.

"Where is Dazai?" Nakajima Atsushi said in a low voice, he could feel the weight of the person in front of Mr. Dazai in Mr. Dazai's heart, and he also knew that this second-in-command who was born with five evils deserved to die.

But he just couldn't do it, the bloody knife that ended Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's life was still circling slowly on the ground, but he was powerless.

The immortality Shibusawa Ryuhiko hoped for came to naught. As the only life in the world closest to the limitless life, this cloned experimental subject finally gave up immortality and chose freedom.

He was bound by the memory of Tatsuhiko Shibusawa all his life, and even the moment he passed away, he was thinking of a strange girl. From the beginning to the end, he never belonged to him in this life, what a sad clone.

None of the clones that Atsushi Nakajima knew had ever lived a happy life. Even Misaki Fujioka, who had never met, was like a cherry blossom that withered suddenly. Misaki Naruto said that her sister loved someone, but the battle of the combination Neither the records nor the West Point Military Academy will leave a single word, and the understatement that she is willing to sacrifice her life for the mission is her hasty life.

But Mr. Dazai is different. He has never been regarded as a substitute for Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Although the Edgar family has been extremely powerful for a hundred years, and the five declines of heaven and man have also exerted power in areas where the cold wind of Siberia can penetrate deeply, Atsushi Nakajima has No reason to back down.

It was Mr. Dazai who told him that people in the world have the right to freedom and happiness regardless of their origins. It is not shameful to pursue happiness, even if you end up with nothing in the end, but the courage to fight is inherent.

"Where is Dazai?" Atsushi Nakajima said indifferently, he was worried that if Mr. Dazai still chooses to go undercover in the five bad days, his respectful title for Mr. Dazai will invisibly bring danger to Mr. Dazai.

"Are you looking for my staff officer?" Fyodor evoked a gentle and cruel smile, "He will be my believer all his life, even though he is not by my side yet."

"Your staff officer?" Atsushi Nakajima pretended to be gnashing his teeth, "People who pursue Dazai break through the threshold of the detective agency every day, so it's your turn to talk nonsense here..."

Fyodor suddenly brought his face closer to Atsushi Nakajima's direction.

"Do you think I need to pursue him?" Fyodor chuckled, "He is very, very right with me, and you don't understand what he is thinking, and you don't understand what he is looking for. You My premonition tells you that one day Dazai will leave the Armed Detective Agency, but if you are willing to kneel in front of my portrait, you will be able to see him all the time and understand what he wants in his heart."

Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help holding his breath because of his handsome appearance. Even with the shadow of his enemies, Fyodor is still a charming man. With his innocent face, anyone who sees him will feel that he has a kind heart.

This is the standard appearance of Moscow. The century-old rise and fall of honor and disgrace is covered by thick snow. Under the purity, there are especially poems flowing quietly.

But Atsushi Nakajima was not bewitched by such an appearance. He saw what real attraction is in Mr. Dazai’s special agent course. They all feel that they have lost half their lives. According to Mr. Dazai, beauty is just the weakest attraction, and Atsushi Nakajima is destined not to become Fyodor's slave for the false happiness of living with Mr. Dazai .

"What kind of intention is possession..." Atsushi Nakajima suddenly smiled, "Do you think my heart for Mr. Dazai is simply to want to be with him?"

It was Dazai, he and Kyoka's strict teacher, his companion, the lamb who gave him wings but fell alone.

If the love for Fyodor is Mr. Dazai's bondage, Nakajima Atsushi doesn't mind being this capable hell messenger.

The moment Atsushi Nakajima swung his fist, he was thinking, since Mr. Nakahara has returned, the place Mr. Dazai will choose is what Atsushi Nakajima wants, and it doesn’t matter if he makes a mess of Yokohama, just like Mr. Dazai once said to As he said - man is born free.

Why be a servant of heaven when you can be king in hell?

【one hundred and seven】

Goncharov's silver gun was emitting faint white smoke.

"The master will never die here," the white-haired deacon wrapped in a bandage is gentle and elegant, "he will achieve the greatness of all mankind, and you are just a dispensable child in that beautiful world, a child who can't do anything. The changed ants should watch Mr. Dazai submit to his master and create a beautiful world together.”

Atsushi Nakajima clutched his shot right hand, "Your beautiful world is to sacrifice so many lives just to complete the clone experiment and memory extraction of a few people? It's disgusting!"

Fyodor sighed, as if sincerely regretting Atsushi Nakajima's ignorance.

"I need your quick-healing gene very much. The fragile brains of many clones can't bear too much memory and information." Fyodor threw away the coat covering the clone's face, "I planned to invite you back The Rat of the Dead House takes good care of Dazai, but there is nothing I can do now, I can only kidnap you."

Under Nakajima's horrified gaze, Fyodor inserted a huge needle into the head of the Shibusawa Ryuhiko clone, twirled it to suck out some liquid, and injected it directly into his own body.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was still unable to move, was shot again in the knee. What was creepy was that after the injection was completed, Fyodor gave him a vague look. No difference.

"It turns out that the technique of extracting and refining memories should be operated like this..." Fyodor quickly recovered his own smile, "The injection method I invented by myself is really too rough, except that I don't have a second brain. Suddenly receiving such a large amount of information."

Atsushi Nakajima wanted to run away, but he was terrified. Although Fyodor in front of him was coughing and seemed to be very unwell, Atsushi Nakajima realized that Fyodor already had Tatsuhiko Shibusawa memory, and has mastered the technology of extracting and transplanting memory from the human brain.

If Atsushi Nakajima is also extracted, then the relationship between Mr. Dazai and Edgar Allan Poe, the entire Edgar family behind it is equivalent to being betrayed to the five evils of heaven and man, and Mr. Dazai is in his hands, then Yokohama's Everything is ruined.

He desperately moved his body to the side of the window. If the information that Fyodor possessed the technology of the Venetian organization could not be passed on, he would also destroy his own memory.

The bandaged white Grim Reaper came step by step. The deacon of the House of Death always had an elegant and tall figure, and the silver double guns with ancient patterns in his hands kept aiming at all the movable joints of Atsushi Nakajima.

Fyodor would not let him die.

This is the last step of the tall building. There is no way for Atsushi Nakajima to retreat. If he fails in the negotiation, he should jump down, so as not to hurt Mr. Dazai. He closes his eyes and prays that Kenji Miyazawa can catch the note he threw down. It was written secretly with the left hand dipped in blood.

The shattered glass leaping from the tall building rattled Fei Jia's cloak with the cold wind blowing in, and Atsushi Nakajima's figure disappeared in front of his eyes.

"He jumped!" Goncharov turned to ask his master for instructions, but saw Fyodor's cruel and indifferent expression.

"Pushkin, the traitor!"

Atsushi Nakajima, who was brought in by a mattress from the outside of the high-rise building, looked bewildered. He didn't know the unattractive middle-aged man in front of him, so he just thanked him repeatedly.

"You're welcome," Pushkin rushed downstairs with Atsushi Nakajima on his back, "Avenge me, my parents died in Venice, I..."

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes widened. He suddenly thought of the child who saved Mr. Ranpo in Western Europe, and exclaimed, "Are you the descendant of the nobleman of Germanic descent?"

Pushkin stopped suddenly.

"I'm just a descendant of ordinary people. Ordinary parents were sacrificed as experiments. Can't an ordinary person take revenge? There must be some ups and downs in the story and life experience to be worthy of courage. In the past, I belonged to the rat of the dead house. In order to avenge my ordinary parents, now that Fyodor and the Venetian organization are involved, can't I destroy the rats of the house of death and avenge my parents?"

Atsushi Nakajima is speechless. He has long been accustomed to the decline of too many powerful people and the resistance of noble blood. Now the courage of ordinary people makes him speechless. What Pushkin insists on, and what has been ignored and brushed aside is exactly the countless The life of ordinary people.

The courage of ordinary people is not honor. Pushkin declined Kenji Miyazawa's invitation to go to the detective agency together. He was even underestimated so that he would not be deliberately assassinated, and no one cared about his sadness and past.

Strapping the bomb on his body again, Pushkin walked up to the tall building in the fortress step by step.

Dr. Yosano and the scientists of Beluga Laboratory finally isolated a large number of immune cells. They kept silent about the source, and they did not care to answer the questioning with Dr. Yosano, and urgently injected them into Dazai and five children.

The first ray of sunlight broke through the sky like a sharp sword from the layers of clouds, Dazai moved his eyelashes, this was his sweet and gentle sleep, his body had never felt so comfortable, and the long-lost strength returned to his body.

"Little Dazai!" Saku Le suddenly rushed over, "Put this on quickly, brother Oda said it would look good on you!"

An inexpensive and beautiful baroque collar cord, just right for a baroque gift.

"You were sweating all over just now, go change your clothes," Kunikida smiled and took out a big paper bag, "The clothes inside are discounted items bought with Dr. Yosano, and Poe left a lot of money for you The best, but Mr. Ranpo said he can't spoil you."

Dazai couldn't hide his surprise. The white striped shirt and the sand-colored windbreaker were the styles he wanted. Although they were outdated, it's not hard to imagine how many stores they visited.

The black suit was thrown aside, and the corners of the long windbreaker bulged in a graceful arc. He was like a god who would come to the world at dawn. He was full of sunshine, and solemnly gave Oda a blessing without any extra emotion. It is worn on the chest.

The forest-colored garnet happened to be the color in the eyes of Ayatsuji pedestrians.

"I'm going to settle the accounts with Fyodor," Dazai punched Kunikida, "to recover all the damage done to Yokohama and Ranpo-san."

Waking up from a dream with Akiko Yosano, she stumbled and opened the secret door of the laboratory, struggling to raise her head with a smile full of tubes, her immune cells were extracted too much, her body was weak, but a peerless smart person was like Pay a heavy price like a fool.

Dazai didn't look back, a drop of crystal clear tears fell on the ground and shattered, this is an ordinary morning sun in Yokohama.

He strode forward, stepping with dawn and hope with every step.