Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

There are rumors inside the West Point Military Academy that on Valentine's Day, a rich dude dragged Ayatsuji pedestrians off the podium, and the genius pedestrian teacher dared not speak out.

Agent Instructor Ayatsuji Xingren, 1.7 meters tall, slender and slender, handsome and refined, with a cold temperament, unreasonable in dealing with people, can instantly kill a company with his eyes.

According to reliable sources, Teacher Pedestrian's sexual orientation is that of a doll, which has caused many idiotic men and women who wanted to give Valentine's Day chocolates to cry secretly.

The rumors became more and more outrageous, and some witnesses even said that the dude who carried Teacher Xingren away was two meters tall, and Teacher Xingren was like a small, pitiful and helpless bird in the arms of this dude.

Even more terrifying rumors are yet to come-the love story of the domineering president kidnapping the secret agent, and the student who ruined the image of the pedestrian teacher was fined to run [-] kilometers on the grounds that as a future secret agent, he could not accurately describe the appearance of others and died in school without graduation. It deserves it too.

【One】

It is rumored that Poe, the powerful playboy of Kongwu, is trying his best to shrink himself into a small ball on the sofa. Poe wants to ask pedestrians from Yayatsuji and doesn't want to talk to him, so he has to drag pedestrians out of class and go together The Ayatsuji mansion texted and chatted back to back.

They sent a few text messages to each other, and then there was a big duel of emoticons, and the pedestrians who were about to lose finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"I said, it's time for Mr. Poe to cure his social phobia." Ayatsuji pedestrian poked his best friend with a pipe, "Which future owner of the family shrank like a quail all day long?"

"I'm not a quail..." Edgar Allan Poe curled his lips, "I came by plane, there are so many people in the economy class, and they even talked to me, and I'm about to get a rash!"

"The desensitization medicine is on the table, take it yourself," Yan Tsuji pedestrian sighed, "What do you mean Mr. Poe came to see me?"

Edgar Allan Poe clapped his hands, and suddenly realized: "Almost forgot! My beloved brother Dazai Zhi has been admiring West Point Military Academy for a long time, and he is very eager to be an excellent agent. Dazai knelt at home and begged me to send him to study, so let He should be the closed disciple of Pedestrian."

"This... a teacher for one day and a father for life," Ayatsuji pedestrians couldn't help laughing, "But Mr. Poe, we have agreed that children who are too stupid will not be accepted by our West Point Military Academy."

Edgar Allan Poe knew that his best friend would never let go of this opportunity to take advantage, but he had no choice but to humbly ask for help. Edgar Allan Poe dragged out a large suitcase from behind the door and entered the code to open it.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old pale boy curled up in the suitcase, his facial features were wrinkled because of extreme physical discomfort, coughing and panting softly in his sleep, so thin that it hurts the heart.

"Ah! What's wrong with Dazai? He was fine when I stuffed him in," Poe hurriedly carried the boy out, "Pedestrians, take a look at him, is my younger brother going to die!"

Ayatsuji pedestrians leaned over to check carefully and let out a sigh of relief, and said softly: "Your brother is just malnourished, I just ask Mr. Poe one question, is he really willing to come to West Point Military Academy to study?"

The only response to pedestrians was Poe's awkward coughing.

Cleaning the room, cooking soft soup, wiping the body of the little wounded... It took almost all of Ayatsuji pedestrians' ability to take care of people to house this frail boy.

Poe watched the passers-by busily busy, and couldn't help saying: "I heard that there was a dead person in the passerby, and I saw Qi Naruto by accident. That girl lives with you now, why don't you let her help?"

Yan Tsuji blinked his eyes, and said in a serious tone: "What is Mr. Po talking about? Jian Qi Ming is a single girl, and the custom in their family is that men and women do not give or receive each other. I come into contact with Jian Qi Ming every day, and she has a bad reputation. I only say that Misaki is my maid."

Poe forcibly held back the cough from choking black tea into his lungs, and thought to himself, is it glorious to be a maid of the Ayatsuji family?

"I'll leave my younger brother to passers-by," Poe put down his teacup. "This kid is very, very cute, but unfortunately he has some psychological problems recently. It's not a big deal. The port mafia where Dazai is located is destroyed. His partner, apprentice, and companions are all Sacrifice. My younger brother has not eaten, drank or slept recently, and I have no choice but to hand over the rebellious child to Teacher Pedestrian, and I will resign."

The blond-haired baby-faced young agent raised the corners of his mouth, and while he was combing the sleeping Dazai's hair with a smile, he began to count boredly. When he counted to three, Poe fell to the ground.

"Do you dare to drink the tea I made?" The passerby squatted down and raised Poe's chin with a pipe, "After the destruction of the port mafia, your baby brother was injected with a lot of sleeping pills and nutrient solution and stuffed into the trunk. In order to avoid my pursuit, Mr. Poe even boarded the airliner himself, packed Dazai in the ocean-going cabin and sent him to Detroit."

"Mr. Poe is very generous. He was afraid that I would not take Dazai in, so he created more than a dozen artificial rainfalls on the banks of the Hudson River near West Point Military Academy. Every time it rained, it was when the plane was about to take off," Ayatsuji said. On the sofa, "Valentine's Day also attracted so many suitors of mine that I had to report to the classroom early in the morning. Knowing that I got up early and had low blood pressure and blood sugar, they took me away from the classroom while others were in danger. Poe, I should say it is you."

"Pedestrian's praise," Poe pretended to be put down by the sleeping pills in the black tea, his tone was full of sleepiness, "Mr. Luanpo, I will leave the follow-up to you."

A black-haired oriental boy rushed out from the door, pointing his gun at Ayatsuji Pedestrian.

The genius agent of West Point Military Academy easily avoided the attack of the police. Even though Edogawa Ranpo's marksmanship was first-class, it could not prevent Ayatsuji pedestrians from using various bunkers to dodge and attack beautifully.

Pedestrians threw their pipes high, jumped up with their hands in their pockets, and three people sideways avoided the guns. The coats on their bodies drew a beautiful circle. The elegant figure seemed to be some kind of waltz.While touching the ground with his toes, he stretched out his arms in a gesture of curtain call, caught the pipe and bowed gorgeously.

Ranbu was amazed by the elegant figure of the genius at West Point, so he couldn't defend himself, and was gently grabbed by the wrist by a pedestrian.

"It seems that Detective Fool's lover is also a fool," the passer-by easily grabbed the gun, "Detective Edogawa, offended!"

The pedestrian hadn't cut off the knife that was attacking Ranbu when he suddenly felt a strong airflow behind him.Only a top-notch physical master can approach the genius of West Point Military Academy silently. Pedestrians dodge to avoid it, but find that their movements suddenly become unbearable.

"Detective Ayatsuji, I'm sorry," Ranpo took a sip of the teacup that Poe had drunk, "You put a drug that causes drowsiness in the black tea to bring down Poe, but the medicine you bought came from the purchase channel. It was replaced there by someone else, someone you absolutely love. Poe is all right now, the real drug is the gas filling this room, and it was Detective Ayatsuji who overdosed on narcotics."

Seeing Poe getting up from the ground, passers-by had a plan in their minds, and he was absolutely sure to deal with the two foolish detectives.However, it is an indisputable fact that Ayatsuji Xingren's physical skills are completely in the lower reaches of the secret service.

Ranpo had just intentionally made Ayatsuji pedestrians jump and run. Under the strenuous exercise, pedestrians had already inhaled a large amount of anesthetic gas. With heavy hands and feet, he had no chance of winning against a first-class gymnastics master.

What's more, this taijutsu master is Kyogoku Natsuhiko, the teacher of Ayatsuji pedestrians.

Kyogoku-sensei's fist had already swung towards him mercilessly. In order to avoid accidentally injuring Dazai, the two fighting could only be moved to the outer hall.Under Kyogoku Natsuhiko's offensive, the pedestrian's elegant demeanor was no longer there, and he quickly retreated steadily panting.

But the faster the breathing, the more anesthetic gas inhaled. The pedestrian who was supporting his body was already staggering, and finally collapsed in front of Kyogoku Xiayan from exhaustion.

"You three..." Ayatsuji Xingren's eyes were piercing under his disheveled blond hair, "Bastard..."

Kyogoku Natsuhiko smiled lightly and helped the pedestrian who was lying on the ground up. Poe and Ranpo tacitly did not choose to watch the battle.

"Happy holidays," Kyogoku Natsuhiko hugged the pedestrian who was several sizes smaller, "Didyou missme?"

The words of Valentine's Day can be said to be worn by ears and temples. Pedestrians are powerless like puppets with broken strings, watching Mr. Kyogoku approaching inch by inch.

Suddenly, Jingji felt a chill on his neck, and it was the pedestrian with a blade between his lips that pressed against Jingji's artery.The corner of the little agent's mouth couldn't stop bleeding, like a coquettish and cruel flower of death.

"I didn't lose..." Pedestrians held on with willpower, tears running down the corners of their eyes.

If it was an enemy, he had been successfully sneaked by pedestrians in the round just now, and died of blood spurting from the artery.But Ayatsuji pedestrians would always panic in front of Kyogoku Natsuhiko, their flexible limbs were held tightly by the physical master, the blade in his mouth was also thrown on the ground, and his harsh words were blocked before he could utter them.

"Well……"

Poe and Ranbu pretended not to hear the strange noises in the outer hall. When they finally poked their heads out cautiously, the needle tube and the torn cloth strips on the clothes were thrown to the ground, and the passerby lay in Jingji Xiayan's arms and fell asleep. It's sweet.

"Pedestrian is still cute like this," Kyogoku Natsuhiko changed his posture to coax the child, "Then Dazai will be Pedestrian's second student?"

"I agree very much..." Poe raised his hand, "It's great that Dazai can be handed over to passers-by!"

While talking, a maid who looked like a high school student came in to clean up like no one else. She didn't look at Edgar Allan Poe and the others during the whole work, and even calmly picked up the small blanket from the chair and covered the passers-by.After the maid put down the cleaning tools, she asked Kyogoku Natsuhiko if she could help mend her clothes.

"Ah...you are Misaki Naruto?" Kyogoku Xia Yan keenly realized that the identity of this little maid is not as simple as a student.

"Yes, Mr. Kyogoku, please tell me if you need it," Misaki Naruto said without any emotion, "What flavor do you like, I will prepare lunch."

Seeing this scene, Ranbu's eyes widened.Seeing Ming Saki seems to be a hostess who is neither humble nor overbearing. Compared with him, the impetuous Kyogoku Xiayan looks like a foreigner. The old man over half a century holds the little agent tightly in his arms for fear of being snatched away , like a kindergarten kid.

"I like pedestrians very much," Kyogoku Xiayan said maliciously, "I like pedestrians very much."

"I also like my mentor very much," Naruto Misaki put the top-grade matcha cookies in front of Kyogoku Natsuhiko, "What would Mr. Kyogoku want for lunch?"

Edgar Allan Poe tightly covered Ranbu's mouth to prevent his young detective from booing, seeing Qi Ming's immature face full of calmness.

The so-called Shura field, if you are serious, you will lose.

Dazai, who was sleeping on the bed, frowned, only then did he realize that after his illness, Mr. Mori no longer seemed to care about him, and everything was gone.

【two】

The sky and the earth on the west bank of the Hudson River seem to be blending into a heartbreaking gray blue. Across the sparse vegetation, you can see the Bucknell training camp of the West Point Military Academy. The cold and steady architectural style is just like the school spirit of the West Point Military Academy. , everything focuses on learning responsibility and responsibility.

The wind blows the blond hair of Ayatsuji pedestrians, and the face of the young agent, who is as bright as the afternoon sun, is white and handsome. When he turns his back to the light, the thin fluff on his face is clearly visible, giving people an illusion of gentleness and tranquility. No matter how time goes by, There will always be such a cold and stunning artwork left behind.

"Keep jumping," the passer-by knelt down on one knee in front of Dazai, "It's better for such a stupid student to drown in the river, as many times as you fall into the water, I'll pick you up until your clothes are soaked in the river water Die in pain. By the way, maybe Edgar Allan Poe will come over and cry on your corpse, the scene must be wonderful!"

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was lying on the ground trembling, and the crow in the distance flitted in fright, dropping a few pieces of black feathers.

Two hours ago, Dazai, who had just woken up, quietly pulled out the needle, left the Ayatsuji Mansion with empty eyes, and went straight to the most beautiful Lake of Clouds and Tears in the Hudson River Basin behind everyone's back.

Yokohama is already stable, and the dead cannot be brought back to life. If they can freeze together with Chuya, it will also fulfill the promise of their partners to stay together for the rest of their lives.

When Dazai sank into the water, he didn't expect to be discovered by the titular secret agent teacher.Ayatsuji's pedestrians repeatedly fished Dazai out and threw him into the lake more than a dozen times. Within half an hour, Dazai was tortured to the point of fainting, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

The devil... Ayatsuji Xingren is definitely the devil of West Point Military Academy. Dazai was held by the back of the neck by the pedestrian, and he greeted the Edgar family from the beginning to the end in his heart.Falling into the hands of Ayatsuji pedestrians, Dazai can't live but can't die.

"Kill me..." Dazai's eyes lost focus.

"Hey, you have a lot of backbone." Teacher Pedestrian picked up Dazai with one hand, and held up his pale and haggard face. "As expected of the child that Teacher Anna said can control the future, it's interesting."

The drenched Dazai regained a little consciousness when he was carried back to the mansion, his eyes were distorted, and the next second he was greeted by a huge bathtub.

Dazai was still a little dazed, he had been frozen in the cold wind for too long, and he couldn't tell whether the water around him was cold or hot, and he just instinctively avoided the hands of the pedestrian teacher who helped him pull his clothes.

The young man with empty eyes has fallen into extreme mental exhaustion, and no stimulation can make him respond.Sitting quietly on the edge of the bathtub, Mr. Xingren, who helped Dazai wash his hair, didn't care, but the little black cat struggled too hard, and accidentally threw Ayatsuji Xingren into the bathtub.

"Really..." The pedestrian pulled a towel to wipe his face, "I shouldn't be doing this kind of servant work, let the maid wash it for you."

Dazai's expression finally relaxed.

"Absolutely not!"

"I've seen a lot of children like you who have no father and no mother," Teacher Pedestrian said with an indifferent expression, "It's just that I let you stay here because I was confused and wanted to keep a pet. Don't think that you are a former staff officer. Get carried away, not everyone is qualified to be a student of my Ayatsuji pedestrian."

"I do have no father or mother..." Dazai's eyes were still blank, "Should orphans be teased by Mr. Ayatsuji?"

"Mr. Ayatsuji, you know that I am not a complete human being at all. You are all born naturally. I only know one Edgar Allan Poe who is not a father or a brother. Mr. has done the utmost to me, so no matter what It doesn't matter what you do. In terms of ethics and morality, not only did you not kill anyone, but you also provided free assistance, medical treatment, and housing for Dazai Osamu," Dazai smiled, "Ellen Poe actually didn't treat me Obligations of guardianship, upbringing and education. I am just a clone, you don’t have to help me on his behalf, now that science and technology are so advanced that I can freeze all my internal organs, Edgar Allan Poe will Let him use it."

Ayatsuji pedestrian tilted his head and smiled lightly, only then did Dazai realize that the teacher looked immature and delicate, and he looked like he was just a high school student.Through the orange lenses, the pupils of pedestrians are of unknown color but crystal clear, as clean as a clear sky or a sunset glow.

"You still have the strength to raise the bar, wash it yourself," Teacher Pedestrian lowered his eyes, "After washing, come to the restaurant for dinner."

Dazai's heart was blocked, he just felt that he had punched the cotton.Teacher Pedestrian didn't care what he said at all, he just regarded him as a wayward child, and he didn't even care about Poe at all, treating them as the bottom that could be ignored.

"I won't eat it!" Dazai was so angry that he threw the rubber duck out of the bathtub. "What do teachers at West Point Military Academy do with an orphan who has no father or mother?"

Kyogoku Natsuhiko rushed down when he heard the noise, opened the door and saw his own pedestrian sitting in the bathtub and the child who looked exactly like Edgar Allan Poe.

"Ayatsuji, change your clothes and go shopping with me," Kyogoku Natsuhiko also ignored Dazai very tacitly, "Yesterday your death doll helped me make a patch and patched all the places on my clothes. Ruined my Valentine's Day plans."

"Why, Mr. Kyogoku is going to the nursing home to find a wife when he is old?" Ayatsuji pedestrians carried Dazai out of the bathtub, "Dazai, please go easy, I'm going out."

Dazai changed into the dry clothes prepared by Xingren teacher and was already dizzy. Less than half a month after escaping from the Yokohama battlefield, the wet and warm touch of Chuya's hand on his cheek still seemed to be there. That high-spirited and lonely hero always Will call his name with a clear voice, Dazai, Dazai...

But the voice didn't have time to say goodbye, didn't call his name again, just struggled to say two words that Dazai couldn't understand.

"like……"

【three】

In the deepest nightmare, the earth is hot, there are thick black clouds on the gloomy sky, the distant artillery explodes, like scarlet clouds falling to the ground, the sound of gunfire close to the ear and the overlap of ammunition A grand firework.Dazai calculated long ago that the enemy is determined to win, and the port mafia has no possibility of survival.

People took all kinds of weapons from his side, and before leaving, they did not forget to ask, "Mr. Dazai must be here, don't run around."

Dazai will not run around, Dazai is the staff officer, the chief general, everyone understands the principle of capturing the thief first in a chaotic army, so Dazai arranges the tasks in an orderly manner, and disperses his subordinates from his side, so there is still a chance of survival .

Fortunately, Gin Akutagawa has gone to another place to be protected, Miss Momiji returned after being escorted out of Yokohama, and neither Izumi Kyoka nor Akutagawa Ryunosuke... have any plans to survive.

The staff officer of the port mafia will never accept the protection that the girls feel at ease, and will never choose to live alone when the life and death of the leader is uncertain.

The only regret of the 16-year-old Dazai is that he failed to find the gentle savior, and wasted years in wandering around, so he could only wait for him on the other side for a hundred years.

Singing the warm song "Obscure Moonlight Night", Dazai stood up as if no one was there, and faced the spotlight composed of bullets and bullets straightly and gracefully. His life should be a grand curtain call.

According to Dazai's calculations, Zhong would also attack at the outermost periphery, and at this time the firepower would be concentrated on himself. Zhong could also have a glimmer of life within such a 1-minute time difference, and his partner would definitely be able to do it.

But why should Nakaya, who was supposed to leave, suddenly rush over and give Dazai a hug with the smell of the battlefield, as if he wanted to rub Dazai's whole flesh and blood into his arms, the bulletproof equipment on Nakaya's back still couldn't withstand the impact, and his body shook Shaking, pulled out a high-spirited smile.

like.

Dazai couldn't figure out why he liked him. Chuya never said he liked Dazai. They are life and death partners who trust each other, comrades who can stand side by side, and the future of Yokohama.

Chu also said countless times that he hates Dazai the most, he hates him so much that he doesn't want to see him, but why does he hug him without thinking, why does he say he likes him with such gentle eyes...

This is not Yokohama, but the West Point Military Academy that both Dazai and Chuya had dreamed of.

And now Dazai is staying alone at the Ayatsuji Mansion on the banks of the Hudson River in the United States, and the changes in the world are closely related to this place.Dazai, who survived, lived his 16 years of life in this school, the cradle of future agents, like a dream.Now awakened from the dream, Dazai has become a student of the genius agent Ayatsuji Koichi.

This dream was too cruel. If possible, Dazai hoped that fate would return his partner, his apprentice, and his leader to the port mafia.

Dazai once let the Akutagawa brothers and sisters decide for themselves between a stable and prosperous life and following the mafia. As the elder brother, Akutagawa Ryunosuke resolutely followed Dazai's footsteps to find the power of life.As a teacher, I brought nothing to my students except turmoil.

Akutagawa... Please come back, please take revenge on me with dark hatred, please insert a knife into my heart, please lead my sister to happiness, please live, and forget me again...

Another dream came to an abrupt end.

"Are you awake?" The scruffy-looking old man touched Dazai's forehead, "You've finally got your fever gone."

Dazai opened his mouth to thank him, but found that his voice was hoarse and he couldn't make a sentence at all. He recognized the person sitting by the bed as the Kyogoku teacher who appeared in the Ayatsuji mansion, and accepted the words handed to his mouth with a guilty face. honey water.

"It was the maid of the passer-by's house who found you passed out in the restaurant, and you didn't even touch the cooked soup." Teacher Jingji sighed, "Why is a child so preoccupied?"

The honey water in his mouth was so sweet and clear that Dazai thought it was the most delicious thing in the world for a moment. Patients with damaged livers tasted bitter. Such a simple enjoyment has been away for many years.

"Is it delicious?" Mr. Kyogoku held Dazai's head and fed him a few more bites, "Pedestrians boiled a casserole for three hours, and it was specially prepared for you."

Dazai turned his head away, even for Poe's sake, Ayatsuji pedestrians don't have to be so attentive to an orphan who has no father and mother, Dazai has no intention of submitting to Ayatsuji pedestrians, and it is of no use.

"Ms. Ayatsuji has a good intention."

Kyogoku Natsuhiko patted Dazai's awkward little face, and said with a smile: "It seems that you have also learned how sharp-mouthed pedestrians are. If you are angry and speak out boldly, that guy will definitely listen."

Dazai didn't talk to him, Mr. Ayatsuji has done a lot for him, Dazai must not be ungrateful and slander a good person, but this high fever was also thrown into the Hudson River by Ayatsuji's pedestrians early in the morning, and Dazai could not Against his will to praise his way of doing things.

"What did Pedestrian say, you have to learn to think in a positive way," Jingji Xiayan covered his mouth and smiled, "Understand him a little bit, Pedestrian has never met anyone who can talk to him well."

If the topic continues, it will become a black history special session of the genius Ayatsuji Xingren of the West Point Military Academy, and this is not what Dazai wants.

"He will take you in, not because you are Dazai Osamu, the chief staff officer of the port mafia..." Mr. Kyogoku turned around, "Pedestrians also helped a disabled girl, that is your senior sister Misaki Naruto, he thinks That girl is worthy of respect, as you are."

Dazai blinked, he had heard of such a girl, but had never seen it before.

Dazai still can't understand the style of dealing with people like Ayatsuji pedestrians who feel that the other party is worthy of respect.

"Misaki Naruto is a death doll and a maid at the Ayatsuji mansion. You won't see her. That girl is shy and introverted, and even pedestrians can't talk to her," Kyogoku-sensei sighed, " It’s also good if you can chat more with passers-by.”

"I haven't decided to stay yet." Dazai's eyes were still empty. "Please don't treat me as a member of the Ayatsuji mansion. It will not be good for Mr. Ayatsuji if I stay. The power of the port mafia has collapsed. At West Point Military Academy In front of you, my ability as a staff officer pales in comparison..."

A gleam flashed in Kyogoku Natsuhiko's eyes.

"Dazai knows how to calculate gains and losses," Kyogoku Xia Yan said with a sneer, "It's a pity that pedestrians just like you very much, but you can settle the score."

"……like?"

I like it again, and it's this kind of incomprehensible words.

"You don't know pedestrians. Pedestrians are actually very awkward. He will take the initiative to buy clothes for you, which means that he is expressing guilt." Kyogoku Xiayan said in a low voice, "Dazai, if the old man guesses correctly, you are already in the house of Ayatsuji pedestrians." In a certain plan, none of this can be hidden from my eyes."

Dazai also changed his face, and said calmly: "Whether Mr. Kyogoku cares too much for Mr. Ayatsuji, or is he guiding Mr. Ayatsuji's actions, this has nothing to do with me. You don't know what I want at all, but Mr. Kyogoku It's really clear what you're thinking, I refuse to be your eyeliner, and I refuse to spy on Ayatsuji pedestrians."

From the very beginning, Kyogoku Natsuhiko couldn't wait to introduce the basic information of Ayatsuji pedestrians to Dazai, which did not meet the most basic confidentiality requirements of agents.

Unless the people of Ayatsuji decided that Dazai would never betray the West Point Military Academy, he let Kyogoku Natsuhiko come to test him out. Dazai has been in the mafia game center for many years, so the deal will be clear from the beginning, and cooperation requires repeated trials. and run-in.

And Mr. Ayatsuji's attitude towards Dazai is very indifferent, which is completely different from Kyogoku Natsuhiko's deliberate attitude. It is easy to judge that Kyogoku and Ayatsuji are not in the same camp.

One is an agent who is caring and sarcastic, and the other is an old man who is obsessed with interests and has a pleasant face. Dazai sighed. He is no longer a naive child. Heartbroken because of indifferent words.

Osamu Dazai would never betray Ayatsuji pedestrian just because he suffered a little cold reception.

"Sure enough, he's a good boy," Jingji Xiayan still looked kindly, "I recently discovered an interesting technology in the Beluga Lab, which can extract memories and inject them into other people's brain memory areas."

Kyogoku Natsuhiko approached step by step, Dazai stared at the needle reflecting the moonlight.

After all, Dazai miscalculated. If Kyogoku Natsuhiko would not cause substantial harm to him, Poe would have no reason to use the power of the Edgar family to protect himself.

"This memory belongs to a pedestrian. Because of this memory, he hates the world so much. Let it be kept by his students."

[Four]

Dazai seemed to have a dream.

In the dream, the perspective belongs to a very young child, who is pulling a young couple to hide in the villages and towns around Florence amidst the sound of guns and guns. They should be the parents of Ayatsuji pedestrians. Clear virgin forest.

However, where can such a small village and town hide? There are fires everywhere, and the nearest house beam collapses, but the child is calm. He knows that there is a small river not far away that has not stopped flowing, and he can be saved by crossing the river. .

Unfortunately, the young woman was shot, and several soldiers in protective clothing quickly caught up. It turned out that this was a cruel biological and chemical weapon. Fortunately, they were not infected. The soldiers came to take away the survivors for follow-up. experimental.

"You injured my mother!" The child bravely shouted, "This is not a plague at all. You put the virus here. Even if we survived, it would be worse than death. With me, you will not It worked!"

The childish and hoarse voice is heartbreaking, and the little Ayatsuji pedestrian has realized that this is a plan for ethnic cleansing.

Only people of Germanic descent in the village survived, and the rest of the compatriots died in the agony of intracranial hypertension.The young Ayatsuji pedestrians discovered the mass deaths of the villagers, and urgently called the incident investigation reporters in nearby cities. At the same time, they invaded the system of the government office and informed the city residents to take refuge together, praying to attract the attention of other forces.

The young child didn't have much strength, and the pedestrian just did what he could, and his hope of being saved was almost shattered.

The muzzle of the black hole is pointed at the young Ayatsuji pedestrian. He has dreamed of being a hero since he was a child, and he can die for righteousness. The pedestrian has no complaints.

But the young couple knelt on the ground behind them and begged for mercy. They said that the pedestrian had nothing to do with them, and they were willing to hand him over to save their own lives.

What a ridiculous scene.

Pedestrians were at a loss.

He never thought that his parents were greedy for life and afraid of death. The people he trusted the most looked at him with disgust. Pedestrian's parents said, we don't have this child.

People wearing gas masks poured gasoline on the village, and the blazing fire engulfed death, engulfing the entire world of Ayatsuji pedestrians, and he failed to save anyone after all.

Nothing changed in the bright mind, and the hero was the only survivor.

"Your parents betrayed you, kill them soon." The voice in the protective suit was very dull.

The man forcibly broke the pedestrian's little hand, pressed his finger and pulled the trigger.

After two gunshots, the world fell into darkness and woke up from the dream.

Dazai can hardly bear the despair behind this memory, the pain of tearing the soul is nothing more than this, Dazai can't imagine how the young pedestrian teacher survived.

A smart mind can't save anyone, it can only protect oneself wisely. Dazai can't imagine that Mr. Ayatsuji, who is calm and breezy, has such a past and such a turbulent life. How can he not understand Dazai?The same helpless survivors, the same proud strength of character, they just live, they don't need a reason, let alone bow their heads.

That genius agent still sticks to justice, can still be relied on, can be trusted, and has the same unyielding heart of being betrayed by all relatives. Dazai can't find the direction of the future, but there is always someone to be strong with him.

"Mr. Kyogoku, your obsession is just the golden soul of Teacher Pedestrian." Dazai opened his eyes and smiled coldly, "I advise you to only guard and not try to possess."

Under Kyogoku Natsuhiko's astonished gaze, Dazai slammed the jug containing honey water against the window, the breeze of lightly applied makeup came in, and the moonlight put on the most appropriate makeup for the night.

Dazai flew out of the window, and before he had time to land, a young agent in an old-fashioned coat rushed out from the French windows on the first floor, spun around a few times in a gorgeous manner, and caught his student firmly.

The warmth in his chest was surging, Dazai hadn't felt his throbbing heart for a long time, he didn't hate his pedestrian teacher, he didn't hate him at all.

"I think your IQ is lower than that of Edgar Allan Poe." Ayatsuji Pedestrian straightened his hair, "I didn't sleep in the middle of the night and made troubles. I couldn't live in peace. Remember to clean all the windows in the mansion tomorrow."

Still sneering, Dazai noticed that his pedestrian teacher had some pollen on his fingertips, and the faint scent of calamus was very similar to the spring day in Yokohama. It was obviously a foreign land, but even the skirt of his clothes was the breath of his homeland.

Dazai took two steps back, under the bright moon of Sixteen Nights, there is no place where his heart is, as long as the heaven and earth are still there, Dazai doesn't need to find a high-sounding reason for living.

"like……"

Ayatsuji pedestrian's eyes widened, and the frail child in front of him murmured something like a confession.Teacher Pedestrian didn't know whether Dazai had taken the wrong medicine, was hungry, or was scared by Kyogoku Natsuhiko, it would not be a good thing.

"I seem to understand what liking is." Dazai took a deep breath, "Liking is wanting to do something for someone for no reason, even just an impulse that has nothing to do with life and death, just like that..."

"Maybe your IQ is not in the same dimension as mine." Ayatsuji pedestrian tilted his head, "Is what you said written in a kindergarten textbook?"

They are all alone.

Dazai raised his face.

"Teacher Pedestrian, please give me more advice in the future. I have been looking for the meaning of life, the reason for living, the benefactor who rescued me, and a lonely fellow..."

Ayatsuji pedestrians listened carefully, like a tulip promising spring.

"Please hone me, please correct my character, please let me live until the day I find the answer."

The breeze blew Dazai's forehead hair, revealing a pair of iris eyes, brightening the shimmering moonlight of Yunlei Lake.

"Ah."