Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

[110 one]

"I have an ideal." Fei Jia hugged Dazai's shoulders tightly. "If possible, I hope that human beings will only have a civilization that keeps making progress, and there will be no endless struggle."

Dazai chuckled and closed his eyes, "I understand, you have worked hard."

"For this plan, it doesn't matter how many people are sacrificed, how much power is released, and how much money is spent," Fei Jia whispered in Dazai's ear, "This world is full of suffering, you and I can see this, our souls And cry because of it."

Dazai nodded, resting his forehead against Fedya's profile, breathing in the cool Siberian breath.

"After the war, use Sasaki Nobuko to throw stones to ask directions, find out the details of the dead souls, find loopholes in the secret service department of public agencies, use the mistakes of the organization to split them internally, recover money, and pass through the intelligence network of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man and the Secret Service Department Contact Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to obtain information and technology..." Dazai said softly all Fei Jia's preparations, "With information, money, and then kill your leader, with the supreme right, you can create The world you want."

Fei Jia rubbed the back of Dazai's hairy head, all this could not be hidden from his staff officer.

He took a look at the clothes on Dazai's body and knew who he was imitating, who he wanted to share this suffering life with, and what kind of person he wanted to be... These are all pasts that Fei Jia can't relate to. These pasts and obsessions make up Fei Jia likes the current Dazai very much.

"I will also accept the injection of memory, and bear the past and human civilization," Fei Jia licked the corner of his mouth, "Eliminate the struggles in the world and bring happiness. I was born for this."

In the hall of the House of the Dead, there is a portrait of the leader Fyodor, and they have no other gods besides this.

"Those memories also contain many famous people in history." Fei Jia pursed his lips, "It's really a great plan like magic. In the future, human beings don't need to go to school anymore, just study it directly, and the efficiency of civilization transmission will be higher than too much!"

Dazai blinked.

"But I don't want to meet you who has seen countless people."

Fyodor is Dazai's instinct and cause and effect, as well as a fatal attraction, a physiological desire and redemption. The life that Dazai has never been able to perceive is given by Poe and technology, and Fedya is also a man-made product. Individuals have no source, and do not know what the end is. Human civilization has left Dazai and Fei Jia aside, but now they have to bear the karma of human beings.

If the time is good, Dazai longs to use death to perceive life, but in his life, he moved from the Edgar family to Venice, followed Odasaku to take root in the Mafia, and went from West Point Military Academy to the Armed Detective Agency, performing missions undercover. Five declines...

The big hand of fate pushed Dazai, because he was afraid of gain and life itself, he gave the power of choice to the fate and future of human beings, never thought about himself, never relied on his companions, and never had faith.

The first thing he wanted was the sincerity of the same kind who were in the quagmire.

"I'm right here." Fyodor's expression was indifferent and lonely.

Soon, Fyodor will possess countless human memories and pasts.

How do their limited emotions counteract people's intense life and death?Dazai's loneliness was nothing more than a wet rain passing by. After Fyodor understood it, it was natural that the sea was too difficult for the water.

They broke up and kneaded each other finely, but they couldn't find any memories that could be handed out, and Fyodor was about to let go.

That bit of vagueness, without any camp, power, wisdom, future... that bit of limited reluctance, unwillingness, actually ends here.

"I also want to share stories with you on a big bed with plush toys, watch the apple trees in Aomori bloom beautifully, and go fishing on the frozen Lake Baikal..." Dazai laughed Laughing, "That's all I can think of."

"Me too, I want to do this with you," Fyodor took a deep breath of the sweet apple aroma from Dazai's body, "I don't understand the meaning of these things, but I just want to do this."

In the face of the imminent future, he hesitated to open the door of fate, and used this little time to prove that it belonged to Fyodor and Dazai.

[110 two]

A young man in a black tuxedo and a top hat threw all the silver tableware on the table onto the marble floor, and the dessert stand rolled seven or eight times on the ground, leaving a layer of meringue and dripping icing on the best desserts And the jam reflects the sun, crushing the cruelty of a fairy tale.

"Sigma, how dare you disobey orders?" Gogol was sweating profusely, "You are not allowed to—"

The silver-haired youth fell straight down.

The gemstone scepter rolled far away. Gogol split it in two during the fight with Sigma just now. Half of the scepter of the dead soul leader is a gun and the other half is a sharp blade. However, he is severely poisoned and unresponsive. For half an hour, only a scar was left on Sigma's face.

"Mr. Gogol, please stay in Moscow." Sigma dodged the silver blade lightly, "You taught me to consider the overall situation, and now Mr. Fyodor is going to sacrifice the gods for one of his plans How can I sit idly by and ignore the foundation of the five declines?"

"But I also taught you to be wise and protect yourself..." Gogol wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "For what purpose is that Fyodor who refuses to contact Kamui now, once he starts to act, everyone will die inside... ...Anyone can do it, but you can't!"

As a century-old family, the Five Declines of Heaven and Man has witnessed the ups and downs of the Tsarist Russian era. The ubiquitous intelligence network conveyed the news from Yokohama, where the leader Kamui was located, to Moscow.

The news was delivered by a precious diamond from South Africa. The highest level of information is invaluable. After reading it, it will be burned without leaving any traces. Two pieces of information are engraved in the secret place:

1. The heir of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man passed away unexpectedly

2. Fyodor lost contact and suspected defection

This information coincides with a certain girl who has been delivering news to Gogol. Before Fyodor went to Yokohama to participate in the struggle between Yokohama and the combination organization, Gogol had had some secret exchanges with this girl. Information exchanges.

Although Sigma was discovered by Fyodor because of his inexperience in calculating people's hearts.Fyodor did not strangle and persecute them and their organization at all, which is completely out of character of his close friend. Gogol clearly understood that when he tested the nervous Sigma with a heart-shaped wagashi snack. I saw the suppressed cruelty and killing intent in those clear eyes.

What about the two colleagues, Fyodor didn't even care about the rats of the dead house for his plan, the five evils of heaven and man, Moscow, he didn't care about life and death.

Just as the girl said, there are only two people in this world, and they are born gods.

One is Fyodor, who dismisses human emotions and thoughts, and wholeheartedly pursues civilization and happiness, but with every step of planning, people's hearts grow towards him.

The other is Dazai Osamu, fearless of death and parting in the world, pursuing the meaning of being a human being, and can indulge the love in the world, and the god of death is also fascinated by him.

How could he watch the pure and ignorant Sigmar go against the rebellious Fyodor?

Gogol was assassinated by various organizations because of his outstanding talent, and was imprisoned in the headquarters of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man for four years, losing all freedom and the ability to witness the world with his own eyes.Who wouldn't love such a dead soul leader? The talent to 100% place agents into any organization is like a baby sitting in the middle of downtown with a gun in his arms.

The price of relying on talent and arrogance is to become a caged bird, but Sigma is different, he has not grown up yet, he is Gogol's eyes looking at the world, his silvery moonlight and pure hope.

Things that are too clean should not exist in the five decays of heaven and man. Gogol did his best to teach Sigma how to kill and how to survive desperate battles.

But this excellent teacher didn't teach him to cherish, didn't teach him to be happy, and didn't teach him to face Gogol's heart.

"Obviously there is no one more suitable than me..." Sigma thought, wringing his fingers, "Is Mr. Gogol worried that no one will protect you? You will be fine if you stay in Moscow, and the entire universe will obey your orders. "

Sigma is right, no one is more suitable than him. This newborn who came out of the culture fluid three years ago must be very familiar with the accurate distribution of those human laboratories.

"You just can't go!" Gogol threw the remaining half of the cane over, almost cutting off a strand of Sigma's hair.

The three-year-old child looked at Gogol blankly, not knowing why he was angry, and he had a good reason to perform the task, and the action ranked first. After weighing the calculations, there is no better sniper or agent than Sigma .

"I don't want you to go because of my personal feelings..." Gogol was startled, he knew that Sigma's disappointed expression was questioning his own ability, hoping to be recognized and cautious, a three-year-old child only thought that he was going to be rejected. Abandoned.

"Emotion?" Sigma blinked, "Are you angry that I went on a mission and didn't bring home something delicious?"

Gogol shook his head.

"I like you, very, very much," Gogol's silver hair spread out, as cold and lonely as the moonlight, "I like you so much that no one can replace you..."

"I also like Mr. Gogol." Sigma's eyes recovered, "Don't be angry, I will definitely bring the best snacks to Mr. Gogol, please don't be angry?"

How could a three-year-old understand the sadness and love in Gogol's eyes? He squatted down and looked openly at those sharp golden eyes.

Then he was pulled into Gogol's arms.

"I love you," Gogol kissed Sigma's delicate cheek, "it's this kind of love, do you understand?"

Sigma looked blank, "I don't understand, but I can learn."

The silver-haired young man let out a deep growl. He rubbed Sigma into his arms, and his Sigma was about to go to the battlefield recklessly. Thinking of his strict teaching, Gogol actually regretted it.

"Mr. Gogol, don't cry!" Sigma panicked, "I will learn, I will definitely learn, so I won't let you down..."

The leader of the dead souls was so sad that he couldn't make a sound. He seemed to have become a void of death, a servant of the god of death. His throat and heart were torn apart, and his soul was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He couldn't do anything except hug Sigma desperately. arrive.

What world, destroy it, regenerate it, make a mess, it doesn't matter.

As long as Gogol can embrace his beloved as he pleases, even in a cage, the bird will still be free.

But Gogol couldn't keep it. He knew it well now that it was the girl who contacted Sigma, asking him to stop everything and protect the five declines of heaven and man.

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man will only pass on the blood of pure nobles. That girl may be a candidate for the successor of the organization. In the end, the princess who made a profit, poisoned the headquarters of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, and took advantage of Sigma's simplicity to leave Gogol as the Celestial Man. The core of the five declines.

The caged bird sat on the ground.

He heard his freedom whispering, "Sigma can't learn, he doesn't know what love is, if Sigma doesn't come back, Mr. Gogol will have better students, we must teach him..."

The freedom that the robin lost was the rose that pierced the throat.

[110 three]

On the most beautiful tower of Yokohama Sky Garden, Fei Jia took Dazai's hand and walked step by step into the hall where the experimental objects were placed.

The comfortable beds are lined up, and the young man who is almost like Dazai is lying on his side, holding Ranbu's hand vigorously, and he can no longer see any disturbing people and things in his breathtakingly beautiful eyes, Edgar Allan Poe and love Gathering less and leaving more, at this moment it's more like making up for a lover I haven't seen in my whole life, and I don't want to blink.

Dazai only needs to know at a glance that Poe is already very weak, and he wants to escape reflexively, but he still can't help but want to ask about Mr. Ranpo's current situation.

A normal person should be more relaxed when facing his elder brother, comfort Poe and say that they will definitely be able to leave alive, or express his gratitude to Poe for the new clothes he bought for him, and wish his brother and Mr. Ranpo to be happy...

But Dazai lowered his head, wearing a brand new sand-colored coat, the belt was ripped up by him, the eloquent young man became embarrassed at this moment, not knowing what to do.

"Dazai," Poe said without giving his younger brother a look, "I know what you're thinking, why bother yourself, don't say anything if you don't know what to say, you are a staff officer, a 20-year-old boy, you have Come over if you need to talk, don’t go forward if you don’t have to, it’s true that the Edgar family gave you the past, but I also told you that you don’t need to come back.”

Dazai hummed, and Poe never felt that he was his organ backup bank, nor did he feel that he was a crude imitation of him, but Dazai was still alienated and dazed.

"Leave me," Poe's voice was still low and soft, "If you choose to fly to the sky and to the sea, don't look back at the place you started from."

Needless to say, their life and death are in Fyodor's hands, camp and power are meaningless, there may only be one brother left in the next second, but they still have nothing to say.

On the other beds, the tired Kyogoku Natsuhiko was changed into a dry pajamas and fell asleep quietly. The bed next to him was filled with bright and proud tulips, which was exactly what pedestrians should look like when they smile.

Andre Gide was put on the military uniform custom-made by Fyodor. His strong willpower prevented him from falling asleep. Instead, he looked at the ceiling calmly, as if it was just a rest during the march.

On the other bed was a flower of Kale, which Dazai recognized immediately as a small gift for Odasaku.

"Although there are a few fewer people, almost all of the most powerful brains among humans are here," Fyodor pouted, "It would be great if a few of them were alive, and the speed of memory inheritance will be faster."

"You mean the strongest mind?" Dazai chuckled, "Isn't it enough for you to have me?"

Fyodor looked deeply at Dazai, and in his memory when he was eight years old, the two of them interlocked and supported each other like this.

He said to build a brand new world with only civilization and happiness.

And Dazai saw it.

In the happiness Fyodor felt at this moment, Dazai would be an indispensable part.

In the next second, Dazai was stabbed severely by the anesthesia needle, and the drug enough to bring down an elephant was injected into Dazai's blood vessel, but Fyodor's kiss could be described as lingering to death.

"Welcome to the world of peace, gentleness, and happiness," Fyodor rubbed the ends of Dazai's curly hair, "and then become the first sacrifice in the world created by God."

Dazai raised his head with difficulty, and at the end of his vision gradually blurred was Fei Jia's innocent smile.

"A staff officer who has fallen from heaven and man can only give trust in the gun in his hand, give emotion only for the colleagues behind him, give faith only for his own heart, and leave no trace of respect to the gods..."

Dazai closed his eyes, and in his ears was the gentle wind of Venice, the sound of gurgling water, the warm sunshine through the clouds, and the love that crossed the ocean sung by the girls.

【110 Four】

Dazai was half asleep and half awake, as if he had returned to his ignorant childhood.

Surrounded by warm amniotic fluid, from the black shadow with the smell of turpentine, to the curly hair ends and deep eyebrows that gradually became clear, he saw the gentle and affectionate corner of his mouth bathed in the sunlight reflected in the liquid.

"Zhongye..."

He wants to grasp this reality in the world, grasp that candle flame dancing in the dark, that little dancing light should look like Zhongye, that person should be him, only he can have such a unparalleled High spirits.

The two years of separation made Dazai almost certain that Chuya had been in his never-ending dream since he was born.

Even if he looked up at the bright and dense starry sky over Tokyo Bay on the Tsurumi River, stepped on the thick and white snow in the jasper quarry in the Ural Mountains, experienced the tenderness of the blue waves chasing the moon and the blue sky on the Mississippi River, and even felt it in the city of Detroit. The transformation of the rise and fall of industry...

After traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers and seeing the warmth and coldness of human beings, Dazai still feels that the most critical moment in life is to meet someone, and it is good to meet him in an unknown place...

"You're awake," the young man dressed like a medieval noble bent down to touch Dazai's forehead, "The body temperature has dropped a little, you should sleep a little longer."

"Chuya..." Dazai dazedly grabbed the arm of the person in front of him, he only remembered that Fyodor gathered many top minds together, and in Fedya's soft singing, Dazai unconsciously lost consciousness.

"I'm not Zhongye," Verlaine chuckled, "I'm Zhongye's... Zhongye's elder brother Verlaine, you mistook us again."

"Again?" Dazai frowned and couldn't remember whether he had met Verlaine, but it was another pity that he couldn't go to talk to Zhong Ye at an important juncture in his life.

"Sleep, lovely child." Verlaine bent down, and printed a courtesy kiss on Dazai's furry forehead.

Dazai's blood rushed to the top of his head, he was familiar with this kiss, like a kind of comfort engraved in his soul, it made him no longer afraid, and he could think and see the sun.

There must be a lot of people not far from him, Dazai breathed exhaustedly, and smelled the unique smell of Mouton Chateau red wine on Poe's body, it must be the mark he left specially to help himself and Ranpo judge.

The crumbs of Mr. Ranpo’s favorite thick snacks are still at the fingertips. The icing is a mixture of thick and fine particles unique to Kyoto Chrysanthemum House. You can also touch a strand of white hair from Mr. Kyogoku, which is connected with fresh hair roots. He deliberately pulled it out and kept it for himself.

Dazai moved his body, the soft bed seemed to be lying on a cloud, and some soft dolls were thoughtfully placed there, and Feijia's unique snow and ice smell in the quilt made Dazai instinctively sink into it.

Gradually, what Edgar Allan Poe, Ranpo, and Mr. Kyogoku had to do became no longer important, and their own existence became insignificant, and their consciousness gradually faded away. If you have a good sleep, everything is in time ...

At this moment, Dazai felt something strange that made his scalp tingle.

All that was left on his chest was the tug of the leather cord, the baroque collar cord attached to the white striped shirt, only the cheap and heavy brass and garnet brooch was gone!

The rope is still there, this kind of collar rope is very strong and firm, Dazai specially used a lot of glue that can be firm and stable when arranging his clothes, who would deliberately get rid of this dispensable and cheap collar rope...

Only Andre Gide, who deeply hated himself because of Odasaku's death, was left. This brooch stayed in Odasaku's belongings for so long. As one of Mimic's duo, Andre Gide It is really normal to see something made by Oda.

In Kosai's laboratory, Dazai remembered that Andre Gide was so calm that he didn't respond to his arrival, but at this time he suddenly pulled off his collar rope. There was only one reason, and Andre Gide ignored Dazai Just forbearing.

Because André Gide wants to imply one thing to Dazai, that is, everyone, including Kyogoku Natsuhiko, stays here voluntarily with the intention of dying and losing their freedom of movement. The staff officer obeyed Fyodor and thus learned the core of the entire Venetian plan.

André Gide's calmness in front of Fyodor is a deliberate performance, tearing off the collar is a bet on Odasaku's position in Dazai's heart, in order to keep Dazai awake, saving the world is almost doomed.

Once Fyodor's plan succeeds, a large number of memories of human civilization will be injected into the brains of newborns. At that time, a large number of overwhelmed children will die, and the real civilization will be destroyed.

This is what both Poe and Ranpo understand. They pin their hopes on Dazai, hoping that he can become the winner in the game; Kyogoku Natsuhiko doesn't understand such insignificant things, he just wants to use this method Osamu Dazai and Naruto Misaki, who protected pedestrians to stay in the world; Andre Gide's comrade-in-arms has passed away, and it is obsessive to find Yoshimitsu Katawa who is related to Rimbaud's memory.

However, when Dazai was hugged by Fyodor, he was injected with an overdose of tranquilizers, which are generally used to treat bipolar disorder, and his spirit gradually calmed down. His five senses were severely dulled, as if everything was no longer important.

What's wrong with that?Children no longer need to go to school, and they can naturally memorize the 5000-year history of human civilization. They are born with strong emotions, learn to treat others, and possess the virtues accumulated in history...

If he could also understand emotions, Nakaya would not have fallen into a deep sleep with regrets in two years, Kunikida would not have fallen in love with Sasaki Nobuko amidst suspicion, and he would not have fought desperately with Fei Jia in the end. "Similar" still doesn't have any words that define this relationship.

Yes, none of them are human, why fight for human?

Dazai suddenly opened his eyes wide, he was not reconciled, he was not reconciled to stop here before he understood the meaning of life.

He struggled to raise his arms, the oversized sand-colored coat forced him to roll up the sleeves, and nothing was perfect in this world.

If he is a human being, he must feel the weight of death in his life, feel the pain and despair caused by the disappearance of all human civilizations and powers, feel the world established based on this rule of extinction, and use it again and again Death to perceive life... What he loves, what he cherishes, what he wants to fight for his whole life will definitely surface.

He stood up to meet the final choice of the wise men of this era.

After walking out of the crystal coffin, Dazai tried his best to push open the door——

"Are you awake?" Fei Jia turned half a circle, and the soft wind rolled up the little black cloak, like an innocent noble boy waltzing in the hall.

A huge laboratory is built on the heights of Venice. Seven chairs are distributed in the hall in a semicircle. Everyone wears a huge brain wave detector on their heads, which seems to hint at their upcoming fate.

Edgar Allan Poe, Edogawa Ranpo, Kyogoku Natsuhiko, and Andre Gide each occupied a chair. A bouquet of tulips was placed on the empty one. It is for Dazai and Fei Jia.

Dazai knew very well that they would all be injected with a large amount of memory as experimental subjects.

But Fei Jia suddenly laughed, and that delicate, breathless little face showed unprecedented cruelty.

"Dazai, I want you to try the memory injection first." Fei Jia cupped his beloved's jaw, "You will definitely fall in love with this feeling."

The tray containing four needle tubes was knocked over by Fei Jia's cloak from the laboratory bench beside it, and broken glass flew everywhere for a while.

Dazai took a few steps back in disbelief, the memory of these four people seemed to have been injected into Fei Jia's brain through memory extraction, he was one step too late after all.

What is the meaning of the life of the four people before?

"You lunatic..."

【110 five】

"Little Sigma, why did you sneak out? Go back quickly, and you will be beaten if your guardian sees it." Pushkin was arguing with Sigma in the bathroom at Treviso Airport in Italy.

"It was Mr. Gogol who was beaten by me." Sigma hugged a marble pillar tightly and refused to leave. "Mr. Shenwei's life and death are unknown, and the news we got at the headquarters is that Mr. Fyodor defected. The execution of the bad guys who imprisoned Mr. Gogol is the best, I must come."

Pushkin was stunned for a moment and said: "You told me everything, are you not afraid that I will betray you?"

One is the confidant of the leader of the dead souls, and the other is the subordinate of the rat of the dead house. They confided in the airport in Venice, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible.

Sigma blinked and said: "You were only working for Mr. Fyodor before. When you had no tasks, you simply ran between Moscow and Venice. You only cared about yourself, and Mr. Fyodor always said that you are greedy for life and afraid of death. , and now suddenly going to Venice at this turbulent moment, I must know something."

The ordinary-looking middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. Sigma is smart enough, and someone sacrificed all his energy just to cultivate him into a talent. It is only natural that a smart child should be cultivated under such aristocratic education.

"Mr. Pushkin, if I have to, I might kill your leader for Mr. Gogol," Sigma suddenly hesitated, "But you also want to do it, and work with the leader of the dead souls in the future. It is worse than taking revenge Much better, Mr. Gogol will make you so oblivious to the emptiness after revenge.”

"Did Gogol teach you these words?" Pushkin couldn't help smiling, "My little master, go back to Gogol and sleep with the doll in your arms. You are so ignorant about these common people and nobles. The little things are less mixed."

Sigma stomped his feet angrily, puffed his cheeks and said, "Who says I'm a young master, I'm sensible! You are my colleague, and you save money everywhere to save yourself, and you don't do any extra things Human, how could it be possible to go through life and death again and again for the annoying nobleman?"

It was only then that the middle-aged man took a closer look at Sigma's delicate, porcelain-white face like a doll. That's right, how could a three-year-old child understand the difference between nobles and commoners? The plan of life, I am afraid that he will try his best to achieve nothing in the end, and I am afraid that after revenge, he will waste his life and barely survive...

"Good boy, my eldest brother's child is about the same age as you," Pushkin hugged the colleague in casual sportswear, "I will let you survive anyway, as long as you have someone you want to see, then you should be happy." Going back to see him, this feeling of longing is never lonely."

Sigma shook his head desperately and said, "You still have relatives, they are waiting for you at home, but I have no face to go back to Moscow, I can't even learn what Mr. Gogol taught me."

"Then learn again when you have time," Pushkin disagreed. "You and I will go back alive, to love and be loved."

"You're talking things that I don't understand," Sigma smiled. "The life and death of the leader, Fukuji Sakurachi, is unknown, and he didn't choose to let all of us cooperate. Does he have any other plans?"

Pushkin understood the fear in the eyes of a three-year-old child. He knew that every generation of the mafia would carry out a big purge when the family fell apart, resulting in the famous Black Friday in history. As soon as the Orthodox feast day ended, blood flowed in Moscow .

"Fukuchi Sakura is also getting old," Pushkin smiled. "I don't really understand the hearts of those aristocrats, but a 50-year-old father can't live without his only son when he was young."

"Huh?" Sigma snapped his fingers and didn't want to figure out who was their eldest young master, but he knew that for the future of the family, Fukuchi Sakurachi, who was in a trance, had to give way.

That way...Mr. Gogol became the only staff officer of the new leader, or could be the new leader of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, and Sigma suddenly felt full of strength.

Sigma was old enough to know only that his spirit was tormented and uplifted, that he knew he was brave and sad.

"However, the heirs of the family of the Five Decays must be pure-blood nobles," Pushkin still pierced the light in Sigma's eyes, "I reckon the other young masters and princesses should also come out of the mountain at this time."

Under the stained glass windows of the church hall, the head of the largest mafia family in Moscow changed the banner of the king, and everyone accepted the new godfather with a blank face.

The news of Fukuchi Sakurachi's resignation came hastily and suddenly. No one would believe that the first-generation leader would give up power so willingly, while the second-in-command Fyodor defected, and the third-in-command Gogol, who had no real power, had to rush out of the mountain Temporarily preside over the overall situation.

As an organization that has been around since the Tsarist Russian era, the Five Decays of Heaven and Man do not know how much darkness they have undertaken, and how many muddy and bloody thorny roads they have gone through. In order to maintain the pure faith of those who have carried the rise and fall of a century, the position of the leader needs the most pure in Moscow. The aristocratic blood, and the never-ending imperial education.

With the development of technology, the identification of bloodlines has become more and more perfect. Since the age of Shenwei, the Five Decays of Heaven and Man have announced to the outside world that DNA technology is used to identify noble bloodlines. In fact, it is the teacher of the Moscow Church and the ancient authority who actually determine the successor. stick.

It is said that this scepter came from ancient Rome, and the inheritance of the five declines of heaven and man is witnessed by the Verlaine family for each generation. Paul Verlaine of this generation seems to have given up on this task, but directly threw it to Gogol who has no real power , ran to find Rimbaud who was missing from Frunze Academy by himself.

"The godfather of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man can only be a princess of orthodox aristocratic blood," the elders said helplessly, "Mr. Gogol, as the second person recognized by the princess, has the full authority to act as an agent for all the orders and arrangements of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man."

May your guns be filled with righteous bullets, may you draw out the swords that protect civilians, may your hard work be shed for the world forever, may you only respect nobles who plead for the people, and may your gods bless these people forever A cold and warm land, may sunflowers and sunshine bloom in Siberia, protected by the five decays of heaven and man, may happiness come to every family, and may children have smiling faces that will never fade...

"My beloved Moscow, will always be blessed by the Ziwei Emperor Star, turning evil into good fortune—"

The girl with light golden hair stepped down from the position of supreme authority step by step. The long-tailed dress inlaid with countless gemstones was radiant, and the shoes carved with gemstones jingled on the marble floor. Even if Gogol Kneeling on one knee with his head down, he also recognized that this person was the girl who secretly passed information to him.

"I am O Estes," the princess saluted in the direction of the star map, "in the name of Miss O'Henry, I will dedicate my heart, dignity, and even my life to Russia."

"But I have one condition." The girl turned her head and smiled indifferently, "I want Officer Gogol to continue serving Moscow, and any organization under the family must not be strangled or disobeyed."

The silver-haired young man who was named got up gracefully, and said lightly, "Thank you very much."

Gogol didn't know that the lady from O'Henry's family was selling favors for another purpose, and she even went so far as to provoke the relationship between himself and the rat of the dead house during the combination battle.

The crowd dispersed slowly, leaving only the princess and Gogol.

"I want you to find someone for me," Miss O'Henry frowned, "a person who disappeared 14 years ago."

Gogol couldn't help taking a step back.

14 years ago, there was a large-scale blood cleansing experiment in Western Europe, Moscow Fukuchi planned Black Friday, a large number of people in Yokohama were displaced, and more than 30 investigative journalists in Beijing faced personal threats...

"You will be able to find out, the ability of the dead soul is to infiltrate various public offices." The girl's expression seemed to be waiting alone for many years, "She is a teacher..."

[110 six]

Dazai retreated all the way to the glass outer wall, and there was no way out.

The laboratory is only [-] square meters, and it is already exhausting to avoid Fyodor's hands holding the gun, not to mention that there is Verlaine with excellent physical skills in this room. Under the siege of bullet waltz and sharp knives, Dazai was forced to shrink group.

"Come back, Dazai," Fyodor smiled softly, "It's over, can I take you to eat fried noodles and bread?"

Dazai's uncontrollable retching was a memory of him and Mr. Ranpo in the detective agency. Kenji Miyazawa could always get yakisoba bread, and Mr. Ranpo would coax Junichiro Tanizaki like this.

He felt ashamed of his recognition of Fyodor's thoughts for a moment. Memories can be transferred, but this emotion and bond are exclusive to two people. Even Fyodor can't replace Mr. Ranpo's awkward care and care. gentle