Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

【One hundred and eight】

Fukuchi Sakurachi stood upright in front of the base camp of the Armed Detective Agency, the morning sun bathed her whole body, faintly revealing a dangerous and dignified atmosphere. People who really walked from the field of life and death did not need any weapons, gunpowder smoke and bloody smell He told about his past.This old man's life should be out of tune with Chaoyang, and his posture is more like a war hero waiting to be awarded the title.

On the other side of the tense atmosphere is Yukichi Fukuzawa, the president of the Armed Detective Agency. He protects Kunikida and Yosano who were injured by the man in front of him, and at the same time prevents several children from making meaningless charges.

"You're back," Fukuzawa Yukichi held the knife tightly, "There are a lot of documents waiting for your signature in the Secret Service Section of the public office, how do you have time to go to the detective agency to make such meaningless provocations? My children What did you do wrong, you can tell me directly, I will discipline them, Luanbu is the child I brought up, he will not go with you."

One eye of Dr. Xie Ye was congested, and she tried her best to calm down her almost stagnant breathing due to being strangled by the neck. Fresh air was poured into her lungs, and she had a severe cough before she could speak.

Lying on the ground, she stubbornly stretched out her hand to the boy who was sleeping on the ground, just like Mr. Ranpo pulled herself a few years ago.She vowed that she would never leave her own Mr. Ranpo, and would never be separated from this boy like her brother, so no matter whether it is Fukuchi Sakurachi or the god of death, no one can take her relatives away from her side.

"Give me back my brother..." Yosano Akiko's eyes were red with blood, she didn't need Fukuzawa Yukichi's protection, and her personal safety was nothing compared to Mr. Ranpo's life.

Fukuchi Sakura indifferently swung the knife at Yosano Akiko, who was covered in blood, even the back of the knife was enough to make her unable to move.

"But where did you get my child?" Fukuchi Sakura wrapped the sleepy Ranbu carefully in his coat, "My passers-by came to look for you, I am such a bright and energetic pedestrian, a good child suddenly It's gone, what did you guys do? A smart kid who can't be baffled by any number of schemes just disappeared like this?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi couldn't answer, and his heart felt like a needle was being pricked by the surging waves.

Ayatsuji pedestrians were indeed killed by the only person he was attracted to. The secrets of Yokohama are intricate and intricate. In order not to reveal the bloody truth to ordinary people nakedly, in order not to lose their rights, a hero must be used to block the dilapidated However, the living have to remove the last scars of the hero to see if the hero has the same charming legends as ordinary people, which proves that he also has the heart of ordinary people.

"My mother did it."

Tsujimura Fukatsuki was dressed in a black suit like a mourning dress, with no sadness on her face, accompanied by Izumi Kyoka in the black kimono, she walked towards Fukuchi Sakurachi step by step.

"Ms. Ayatsuji has passed away," Tsujimura Fukatsuki said calmly, "Director Fukuji, please express your condolences and let Mr. Edogawa go. He cannot replace Mr. Ayatsuji."

Kunikida grabbed Tsujimura Mizuki.

Only this innocent girl who is overprotected will believe that Fukuji Sakurachi is really sad to the point of heartache. Kunikida has seen too many conspiracies and tricks, and has long known that a limited amount of sincerity in power struggles is impossible to affect the overall situation. Kunikida The unknown past, perhaps Fukuji Sakurachi was cared for by his father as a pedestrian teacher in every possible way, but this is by no means an excuse to take Mr. Ranpo away.

All this happened half an hour after Dazai left. Atsushi Nakajima and Kenji Miyazawa who were seriously injured had just returned. Everyone in the detective agency was in a hurry to remove the source of the virus, but this old man single-handedly entered the core of the laboratory. When people couldn't react, they went straight to Edogawa.

Without exception, all the guards were shot by this super-class fast gunner on the battlefield. Fukuji Sakurachi couldn't be purely looking for sorrow and hatred, he was for Mr. Ranpo.

Dazai is not there, and Mr. Ranpo is still in a short-term coma state where a large number of immune cells have been sucked away. People like Fukuji Sakurachi come to make trouble, but there is nothing they can do.

"Mr. Fukuchi..." Fukuzawa Yukichi put away the knife, "I don't know when you adopted Xing Xing, but Xing Xing did not mention you. If you still have the heart, why don't you come and see your child? He I gave everything to a love that was doomed to be fruitless and finally lost my life. As a father, why didn't you persuade me? As a parent, even if you are resented by your children, you have to plan for them. You and I are the ones who lost everything in the war. Do you want pedestrians and Do you want to suffer any more?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi was sweating. He was betting whether the identity of the comrade in arms in front of him was as Dazai and Ranpo said. If Fukuchi Sakurachi really adopted pedestrians, then Ranpo was confirmed. remember.

In Ranpo's memories, there was a pretty child with blond hair and blue eyes who rescued him in Western Europe, and then that child was taken away by a tall man in black who was related to the Venetian organization.

If that child is Ayatsuji Xingren, if that man in black is Fukuchi Sakurachi...

【one hundred and nine】

The sun gradually rose, and the sleeping Luanbu seemed to be a little hot and sweaty under the wrap of the coat. Half an arm stretched out from the thick wool, and Fukuzawa Yukichi reflexively rushed to protect it.

This is the child he has cared for for many years. He has been ignorant of the world for many years. Seeing this, Fudi Yingzhi can only sneer. For a generation of silver wolf swordsmen, it has become a habit to take care of children.

Ranpo suddenly moved his body, this sleeping position curled up on the side can put his ears on the ground, which is a protection similar to the fetal form for himself, Fukuchi Sakurachi smiled and tested Ranpo's breathing and heartbeat, confirming that he is Really fell asleep.

Director Fukuchi of the Special Affairs Division of the public office is so smart. From the very beginning, he never mentioned the adoption of Ayatsuji Kototo, nor did he mention Ayatsuji Kototo's childhood, but he couldn't suppress his heart, and it was natural for him to see Chaos. In his sleeping position, he was still stunned.

The side-lying and curled-up posture is the unique sleeping position of Ayatsuji pedestrians. His long-time friend Edgar Allan Poe once complained that the bed the pedestrians sleep on is the size of a suitcase, and the huge double quilt is curled up into a small ball, often suffocating. His little face was flushed, but it still couldn't be corrected.

It was Fukuchi Sakura's infatuated and tender look that completely exposed his identity.

"Compensate your child to me," Fukuchi Sakura said coldly, "You and I will write it off, and I will naturally not treat Ranpo badly."

Fukuzawa Yukichi resisted the pain in his heart, left the chaos to Fukuchi Sakurachi, and took the members back to the headquarters of the detective agency. Kunikida and Yosano's injuries could not be delayed any longer.

"Mr. Ranpo—" Yosano Akiko screamed hoarsely, and she struggled desperately towards the direction of Ranpo.

"Brother..." Yosano Akiko was finally tired of crying, as if she was still the little girl who had lost everything, Luanbu was her salvation and warmth, and it was what her heart wanted.

Atsushi Nakajima covered his mouth, he couldn't tell Dr. Yosano at this time anyway, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was her elder brother, and the good memories of his brother's identity in his memory were now guarded by another boy, everything was safe not lost.Live well with Akiko Yosano just as Tatsuhiko Shibusawa expected, with a career that he pursues and strives for all his life, and with someone he loves, he can know each other and stay with him until the end of his life, and live to the fullest without regrets.

Everyone dared not speak out. They couldn't believe that Fukuzawa Yukichi would really hand over Mr. Ranpo for the survival of the detective agency, to avoid risks, and to escape the battle and sacrifice.

"Everyone, listen to me," Fukuzawa Yukichi said in a deep voice, "This is an arrangement between me and Ranpo, in order to test Fukuji Sakurachi's true identity, and Ranpo wants to investigate their final actions, sorry for telling everyone now .”

The members held their breath, and Yosano Akiko even fainted when her legs gave way.

Ranpo believes that Fukuji Sakurachi is an absolutely smart person. If he has other feelings for Ayatsuji pedestrians other than subordinates, and he has seen pedestrians when he was young, he must be a senior cadre of the Venetian organization.

In order to imitate the small movements of Ayatsuji Pedestrians, Ranpo began to practice sleeping positions hard on the first day when he learned that the Secret Service Division took good care of pedestrians and had doubts.Pedestrians have lived a turbulent life since they were young. They stick their ears to the ground to hear dangers in time, and curl up to protect themselves. The heart sounds of a sleeping person are completely different from those pretending to be asleep. It is not easy for Fukuchi Sakurachi to be tempted.

Ranpo told Fukuzawa Yukichi that Ayatsuji Xingren is a good boy who is rarely seen in a century. He is so good that he will protect those who have hurt him regardless of past suspicions. A child with such an upright personality and a gentle heart, even a steel heart can will be deeply touched.

Maybe in the past that Ranpo didn't know, a little pedestrian once held Fukuchi Sakurachi's hand. If the track of fate had not deviated, pedestrians should have the same innocent smile as Ranpo.

"It has now been confirmed by Mr. Hermann's news in Florence and other sources that the time of Fyodor's actions in Moscow is exactly the same as the preparation time for Fukuchi Sakurachi's appearance in Yokohama," Fukuzawa Yukichi said. Clenching his fists, "Taking Kamui, the leader of the five declines of heaven and man, as the worst scenario, Fukuchi Sakurachi, let's start to act!"

Thinking is not the specialty of smart people. Everyone in the detective agency gathered together. Since Shuangbi has already realized the consciousness of Yu Sui, no one will be alone.

In Los Angeles, USA, Fitzgerald stared blankly at the coat that Edgar Allan Poe often used as a quilt.

In Venice, Italy, a young man in a hooded cloak deeply kisses the beautiful face of a black-haired boy in a pocket watch.

Golmud, China, Jian Qiming listened to the forest ranger tell the story of being rescued by an old man.

In Florence, Italy, the elderly Hermann folded his hands and prayed for Gide's safe return.

Yokohama, Japan, Dazai put his hands in his pockets, watched his Russian chief step down the steps, and gave him a cold kiss.

"Is this the embroidery you left for me?" Fei Jia nodded Dazai's nose, "It seems that the staff officer is very familiar with the symbol of the rat of the house of death!"

Dazai stroked the corner of Fei Jia's shirt. The little mouse with bared teeth looked cute and cute, and said softly, "Of course I'm familiar with it."

"Embroidery and strategizing are a step-by-step chess game," Fei Jia smiled meaningfully, "Dazai really spent a lot of effort."

The high-spirited staff officer kept silent, and the sand-colored coat showed a handsome youthful spirit. He didn't remember when he was a child, but Go and embroidery were like skills engraved in his soul, which were meticulously woven into the rest of his life.

Realizing that behind Fei Jia's smile was emphasizing that embroidery and chess are compulsory courses for aristocratic fiancés, Dazai rushed over and bit Fei Jia's lips in public.

【110】

The slender fingers of the young man in a hooded cloak caressed the strings, lightly flicked the rosin dust, shaking off the freshness and tranquility of Venice.

This is a scene near the Royal Garden. Walking down the steps of the marble building, the sparkling canal naturally emits a golden light. Verlaine took off his hood, and his curly hair was stretched out in the wind. The deep and affectionate eyebrows and eyes provoked the girls with flaxen braids to throw flowers at him, but the melancholy young man just stroked the violin and rode a water city boat named Gondola, as if he was going to follow the waves and waves. The music swayed slowly.

Verlaine sat beside the stone path where the scent of flowers had not dissipated, and thought to himself that these girls had never seen Rimbaud, if they saw him, they would surely faint from screams, and he fell into the abyss of the young man's eyes just like this.

But now there is nothing left for Verlaine. On the battlefield 14 years ago, he recalled Rimbaud who was still at Frunze Military Academy to be his partner, and it was he who personally destroyed his future with Rimbaud.

The violin in his hand became Verlaine's only memory of love and happiness for the rest of his life.

As the last noble descendant of ancient Rome, Verlaine obtained the secret technology of family memory inheritance many years ago, and obtained a large amount of memory by extracting immune cells and injecting it. Ambition bred in it.

In turbulent times, information is everything, and Verlaine can learn all the truth he wants without torture, including how to get the most benefits in the war, including the combination organization and the Edgar family secretly cultivating dolls more than ten years ago. The secrets of weapons as reserves, including the frequent exchanges between heaven and man and the laboratories conducting human genetic research...

But Verlaine wanted more than that.

The memories of countless people were compressed in Verlaine's mind. He witnessed the sacrifice of too many people for small ideals, and witnessed too many people naturally rushing to the battlefield in the face of absurd and empty endings.

War is pointless, and the plains of Western Europe do not hate Japan's Tokyo Bay.

There should be no fighting in the world, only the inheritance of civilization, and only absolute power can bring salvation, even if it is attacked by the so-called "freedom" in people's minds.

Who would expect a group of young children to understand the kindness behind the needles?All they could do was cry, they could only scream, yelling like lunatics that the nurses were bad people and that the world had betrayed them.

Families in Western Europe have carried out human experiments on genes early on, but the experiments did not control the extraction of immune cells. It is said that only one female test subject who was married to the United States survived. This is not enough, this is not enough.

He made the most perfect experimental body with his own hands, let him have beauty, supreme mind and courage, and then instilled thoughts to raise him up, and at the right time, he was sent to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man to replace the unsuitable internal organs, and the memory was extracted. What he can't do, someone will naturally do it for him.

20 years ago, Chuya Nakahara, a humanoid weapon, was created with his own genes.This is not enough, he strengthened Zhongye's mind, and personally sent it into the culture medium to grow up slowly, and everything became beautiful as he wished.

But 16 years ago, from the moment Rimbaud, who was still a teacher at Frunze College, helped the young Edgar Allan Poe rescue his younger brother, everything was out of control.

From this moment, he felt that Rimbaud was doubting himself all the time.

He questioned Rimbaud, his partner, with his personal emotions, whether he was willing to run to the battlefield together to end the battle for him.

Standing on the podium, Rimbaud carefully finished the last class, put on his military uniform and followed him to Florence that day.

Still for the same reason, Verlaine saw that Rimbaud was willing to give up his dream of being a poet, his beloved family, and his career for him, and spend the rest of his life promising that ethereal future.

Verlaine was afraid. People who can give up everything must have a will of steel. No organization will take in agents who are willing to give everything in order to carry out their missions.

This is his only weakness left in the world. Fyodor will practice the transmission of human civilization, Zhongyuanzhong will be his good brother, and the Edgar family will support an orthodox heir as Verlaine's puppet. At this time, Rimbaud helped Poe, the illegitimate son of the Edgar family.

Verlaine just wanted a well-behaved and obedient Rimbaud, a lover who was absolutely impossible to betray, who would hold his hand for a short life in the world, and then pass on the memory of their holding hands as a good story.

Betrayal is only a momentary thought.

Rimbaud looked in horror at his partner who had been in love with him all his life, and threw him heavily on a stone in a village with a grim face. The emergency memory extraction operation was not even able to be disinfected in time.

In the plan, Verlaine will take away Rimbaud who has lost his memory, and the two will start again.

Verlaine ignored it, Rimbaud, as an agent, fled as fast as he could, and he was nowhere to be found in the sky or on earth.

In the time when hope was lost, Verlaine heard that Rimbaud, who had lost his memory, had taken his Chuya of the Central Plains away, but there was no news when he hunted him down.

In the end, it turned out to be the leader of the dead souls, Gogol, who found Rimbaud in the field hospital in Yokohama. The genius agent of the Frunze Academy died of the sequelae of the previous operation. He had a serious intracranial infection and a high fever. The undiscovered note passed away alone.

A sentence was written on the yellowed note-my lover wants me to go to the battlefield to end the fight.

People who are too beautiful are too simple. Rimbaud's obsession is nothing more than a Verlaine. Before amnesia, he followed love and after amnesia, he searched for love. This is a life that can be lived without regrets and no regrets.

Frunze's archives will not record how much Rimbaud suffered during his lifetime, how many unexplained high fevers and chills and tremors, Verlaine can only pray that such tragedies end here, and that Fyodor who was influenced by him is also growing up now. Grown up, with a portrait of himself hanging in the halls of the House of the Rats of the Dead family, the faux Russian teenager already has a god of his own.

If Fyodor has a love in his heart, Verlaine will protect it at all costs, and he doesn't have to take the memory of the two of them as a prison.

Time has passed and Verlaine, who is close to middle age, looks at the alabaster dome of the Maria Church, with its spiral spire standing tall, surrounded by clear water, blue sky and brightly colored marble, which are the three wonders of Venice.

Now, he is the only one left to appreciate the thousands of mountains and rivers, and only this violin will accompany him to silently fulfill the promise he kept for a lifetime.