Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

Their story is just a series of tragedies staged one after another, the curtain fell, and the two supporting characters kissed affectionately on the stage without the spotlight.

【One】

When Gogol met Sigma for the first time, he was in a very bad mood. He and Fyodor had just broken their faces, and it was difficult for them to even nod to each other.The leader of the Rat of the Dead House took advantage of Gogol easily, regardless of the slightest sympathy.

Under the instruction of the leader Shenwei, the Five Decays of Heaven and Man did not impose capital punishment on Gogol, who was already known as a traitor.It’s just that Gogol was left in the headquarters in Moscow and was not allowed to go anywhere. Deacons would send everything he wanted, and he could only invite his subordinates to this magnificent building for dispatching tasks.

The dead soul leader and genius agent Gogol has become a caged bird. It's not that he can't escape from this headquarters, but he can't find a way to survive in the mafia world.

Everyone knows that Gogol's subordinates have the ability to infiltrate every public office and organization. Once he leaves the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, Gogol becomes the target of snatching by all organizations, and he cannot escape being used no matter where he is.

Now Gogol can only sit in the headquarters of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man to process information, and cannot participate in various receptions and negotiations. He can only accept visits from the dead soul organization's subordinates from time to time.

After living under house arrest for a year, Gogol was so bored that he began to practice magic tricks in the hall, but the leader, Kamui, was never there, and the princess Miss O. Only Gogol was alone.

Until the leader Shenwei ordered Gogol to bring an experimental child, the child knew nothing about the world but won't cry or make trouble, as long as Gogol didn't kill him.

Maybe a playful child can be used to tease and pass the boring time.

But Gogol never expected that this little guy who was said to be a newborn was actually a beautiful young man who was naked and wrapped in a sheet, shivering in the corner of the wall.

"Boss, what is this?" Gogol knelt on one knee, his temple began to hurt, "What kind of Russian aristocratic tradition is this? I am Ukrainian, my family has been farmers for generations, and I have never raised a normal Children are pets. Even if it is your kindness, I will not obey."

Kamui in black robe coughed twice.

"Fyodor's not wrong at all. When you see Sigma, you will really think about it. That child has been living in culture fluid, and he just came into contact with sunlight, so he doesn't understand anything."

Gogol glanced at the boy on the ground with suspicion.

The boy made eye contact with Gogol, and wrapped the sheets tighter.

【two】

The life of the cadres with the Five Decays of Heaven and Man is taken care of by special personnel. The Russian nobles don’t like to have too much contact with their servants. No need to do it yourself.

Sigma seems to be in her early teens. She hardly makes a sound except that the bath water is too hot. She laughs when she gets her favorite cookies during tea time. Occasionally, she sticks her head into the fountain downstairs and gets wet. .

What had been a very boring time has become a hectic one.

"Try rose almond milk, everyone at your age should like it," Gogol looked at this beautiful child with a teacup, "you should also learn aristocratic etiquette in the future."

The child's eyes are full of stars, he rests his chin and looks over Gogol's shoulder, wondering if he has listened.

Gogol turned his head and found a small red fur ball on his shoulder. It turned out that Sigma was paying attention to this.

The guardian resignedly took off the decorations on his body, and gave the top hat to Sigma.The child took the hat and tried it on his head, and Gogol couldn't help laughing out at his innocent appearance.

The next second, Sigma became interested in what the deacon brought up. He stuck out his little tongue, trying to lick the chocolate waterfall, one of the afternoon tea meals.

People like the cuteness of children, but they don't like children making troubles. Gogol suppressed a little irritability in his heart, wondering why the child Sigma was interested in things in the shape of waterfalls when he never took the initiative to cause damage.

"Mr. Steward, would Sigma take the initiative to drink the water in the teacup?" Gogol asked with a frown.

"Never before," the young deacon widened his eyes, "It turns out that Master Sigma doesn't know how to use a cup!"

Gogol covered his eyes, they would expect a child just a few days old to have the ability to survive.

The deacon reconstituted the strawberry grapefruit juice according to the child's taste, and Gogol took the end of the straw and stuffed it into Sigma's mouth.

The child's soft hair feels good to the touch, like a cub of some kind of animal rolling its belly beside its owner. Gogol sighed. In the world of the jungle, which is the mafia, this innocence will definitely kill him.

Gogol was about to call the nearby Noble Kindergarten, hoping to hire a tutor for Sigma, when something hit him on the back.

It was the smiling angel who gently hugged Gogol's waist, got into the cloak mischievously, and leaned his little head on the back of the person he loved the most.

There is no rhetoric, no use or threat, a pure and gentle heart, and the frankness at an age that has not yet learned to speak is so frank that the world can learn from it.

【three】

Sigma seems to have learned simple survival skills overnight, using a spoon to bathe and dress, and making some cute sounds from her vocal cords to provoke flying birds.

When the sun came down, Gogol almost mistook it for a naughty angel crawling on a chair to play games.Sigma needs to tiptoe to touch the light switch in the room, but babbles to talk to the bird outside the window.

"Master Sigma is very smart. He learned how to iron clothes and change bed sheets yesterday," the butler said respectfully with his head down. "It is enough to go to a nearby public school to learn the language. I..."

"You also know that he is the young master?" Gogol said coldly, "Sigma is not an orphan adopted by the leader, let alone raised as a servant. He is very smart and should work for the mafia."

"I obey," the butler lowered his eyes, "I offended you, and I shouldn't treat Master Sigma like this."

"Mr. Housekeeper, you are the only one who can become a housekeeper. Sigma should learn how to tidy up the room, but he is too young to go to public school," Gogol said seriously, "I have no interest in poor substitutes, any No one can take your place."

The leader of the dead souls, an irreplaceable intelligence genius, is polite and handsome, and even the servants admire Gogol's behavior.

"Sigma, come down."

The silver-haired young man opened his arms and said, "Stop playing, I just invited a noble lady who teaches enlightenment etiquette nearby, let's go together."

At the end of the day, Sigma remembered one sentence - Mr. Gogol is very powerful, and he must work hard for Mr. Gogol.

In Sigma's hard work day after day, a year of stable life passed quickly.

On the day of the mafia turmoil in Western Europe, people in villages and towns not far away fled in all directions, and countless stray bullets flew past innocent people.

"Mr. Gogol... I'm sorry..." Sigma stood in front of the children, "I opened the door to the backyard. I can't protect them, I can only let them hide."

The silver-haired youth lowered his head and chuckled.

"Sigma did a good job," Gogol threw two guns at him, "open the insurance and rush out with me. If the mafia can't even protect the old, weak, women and children nearby, are our guns doing evil? "

"It's so heavy, I will work hard!" Sigma raised her face and said seriously.

"You can't work hard, you have to live." Gogol regretted that he didn't teach him practical fighting skills earlier. Even if he followed behind him, the probability of death was still not small.

"They are all bad guys..." Sigma gritted his teeth, "Kill them!"

A bullet flew over, cut through the air under Gogol's surprised eyes, and hit the man who was robbing between the eyebrows.

Coincidence or genius?Gogol suppressed the sourness in his heart, and found that the child's accuracy rate dropped significantly from the fifth shot, and the recoil of the first shot made Sigma overwhelmed.

For a child under one year old, being able to pull the trigger is already very commendable.

"Sir, be careful!" Sigma couldn't help reminding, "There are still eight big villains on your right."

Very good, Gogol smiled. This child belongs to him alone. He is powerful and has a promising future.

"Sigma, you have to remember that anyone who is against me is a bad person. For the sake of freedom and ideals, you must never bow your head."

"Ok!"

[Four]

After three years and a big dream, Gogol finally lost his angel.

For his freedom and ideals, Sigma never complained of suffering or tiredness. He was so tired from countless training sessions that he couldn’t take off his boots, and he still maintained an elegant demeanor. His world only has freedom and ideals, and he proudly protects more people as a mafia .

On the eve of the confrontation with the Venetian organization, Sigma turned away for Gogol's future and never returned to Moscow.

Gogol finally got his freedom, but he fell into eternal loneliness. The child who gave him a bouquet of white roses on the day he had accomplished his studies would never come back.

"The flower language of the white rose is my equal love with you!"

Behind that innocent reciprocity is Sigma’s three years of love. It’s okay for Gogol to spend the rest of his life guarding this memory.

It rained heavily the day Sigma came home.

The leader of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, who didn't care about anything, left his subordinates who were making arrangements and rushed over. Sigma was shivering in the corner wrapped in a big towel.

"Mr. Gogol, don't hit me!" Sigma clutched his chest, "I shouldn't be playful, I should go home early, I know I was wrong..."

He was greeted with a Siberian-style hug.

"You can go out to play in the future," Gogol took a few breaths of cold air, "call home anytime."

"Mister doesn't want me anymore?" Sigma seemed to have received a huge blow, "Mr. Gogol has another child so soon..."

The warm reunion scene was broken into pieces.

"You go take a shower first," Gogol covered his face, "I'll go to the meeting first, and I'll come back to eat and sleep with you when I'm done."

"Mr. Gogol wants to sleep with me in person?!" Sigma's eyes widened. "I know I'm wrong, don't lock me up. I will never go out again, but you actually sleep with me in person..."

The members at the meeting found that they had heard something they shouldn't have heard, and all of them chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Only Princess O'Henry, who lived in another villa, threw a flower pot upstairs as a reminder.

"Sleep when you sleep, what are you doing shouting so loudly?" Gogol covered Sigma's troubled mouth, "It makes people laugh."

There was a sudden thunder on the Neva River, and Sigma looked at Gogol aggrieved.

"Tell Ms. Xie Ye that the louder the two of you shout in sleep, the more you like it. I want to prove that I really like Mr. Gogol!"

A large water tank was thrown out of O'Henry's room, and the lightning reflected Gogol's disastrous face.

"Okay, I'm going to prove it tonight."