Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

"If you arrive now, is it too early, or just right?"

Dazai walked into the hall, still holding a tamper, shock gun, and gun in his hand.

Immediately after him, Adam also jumped in.

"Master Chuya! Is the toxicity attacking? This machine still has enough antidote, so we can inject it now."

"I can't get in touch, where did you die?"

Nakaya scolded Dazai with a relaxed face, but a relieved expression appeared on his face.

Although I don't know how he entered the forbidden area of ​​the experiment with such crude equipment, and brought Adam along the way.

But this is not very important, other people will just think "As expected of Dazai", and then accept the final result and give up understanding the whole thing.

Adam half-kneeled on the ground, opened the hidden compartment in front of his chest, took out a small liquid medicine bottle, and then slowly pushed the needle of the syringe into Zhongye's arm.

Yuri's head twitched, his concentration began to slacken, and he didn't want to speak more.

She grabbed Dazai by the paw and pulled him towards him, then took the metal ball out of her pocket and pressed the circular open button.

How fast Dazai thought, although he couldn't hear Yuri and Chuya's decision, the moment he saw the purple and white ball, he already understood Yuri's next plan.

Dazai:?If you want me to be a tool person, have you asked my opinion?

"It's great, I need to clean up the mess again." He muttered a few words in a low voice, sighed, and clenched the tasers, shocks, and guns in his hand.

A warm white light flashed, and Rimbaud's figure appeared on the spot.

Long wavy hair, thick leather boots and winter clothes, his face is as pale as paper for many years.

The former reserve cadre of the port mafia, now a fugitive traitor, has disappeared from the public eye for a year, and is tacitly regarded as Rimbaud who died somewhere in the corner after being retaliated by the port mafia.

It was the first time in a year that Rimbaud's legs stepped on the solid ground again, and he wobbled a few times before he stabilized his figure.

In the next second, Yuri grabbed the open master ball and threw it at the boy in one go.

Without any surprise, the young man's thin figure turned into white light and disappeared in place.

Yuri breathed a sigh of relief, and was finally free to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.

At the same time, Dazai swooped swiftly and knocked him to the ground before Rimbaud understood the situation. One hand pressed the electric shock gun to his neck, and the other hand grabbed him. hair, so as to ensure that the opponent cannot activate the ability.

"Long time no see, Lan Tang, no, I should call you Mr. Rimbaud." Dazai stared quietly at the other party with his kite eyes that were not covered by bandages, showing a harmless smile, "Shall we chat?"

Consciousness slowly rises from the boundless deep sea. At first, it was pure and inclusive darkness. Then, there was a faint light projected from above, awakening him from his deep sleep.An inescapable suction made him rise faster and faster until he suddenly left the sea level and took his first breath of air.

The ice-cold and fresh air was like a switch, triggering his body's sense of chills, making him aware that he was lying on the cold ground.

Rimbaud woke up dazed.

His sight gradually focused, and as far as he could see was the cold marble ceiling of the institute.

Oh, and Dazai's shaggy, curly head.

Dazai, Chuya, and a strange man and girl not far away, the characters present seem to be somewhat connected with his previous memories, but here...?

Why is he in the institute?

Wasn't this place wiped out in the big explosion on Leibo Street many years ago, leaving only a huge pothole?

Is it reality, a hallucination, or a dream of memories?

On the other side, Zhong also received Adam's emergency treatment, and the poisoning reaction gradually subsided.

It took a certain amount of time for the antidote to completely enter the bloodstream, during which time the symptoms of staring eyes, difficulty breathing, and weakness in hands and feet all improved to a certain extent.

Although it can't immediately restore to the previous combat strength, but at any rate, it won't even be unsteady.

Chuya's chaotic mind gradually realized that the girl he saw was not a hallucination.

A few steps away from Rimbaud and Dazai, Yuri gave up maintaining the appearance of the mysterious man in black because of excessive energy consumption, revealing his original appearance.

"Yuri...is that you?"

He said softly, and his heartbeat suddenly became violent.

Is it real that people who have died reappear?

And the mysterious guy who fought several times with him in the Leibo Street area, who was also an enemy and friend, is the same person as Yuri, the small shop owner who opened a restaurant on Leibo Street?

"Warning, warning, the pressure on the right arm of this machine exceeds the threshold." Adam said, "Master Chuya, this machine understands your mood, but can you let go of this machine's arm first to avoid unnecessary loss?"

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention." Zhong also hurriedly threw away his hand, only to realize that he was holding on to Adam in a panic and accidentally activated the ability.Now the part that he held has left obvious five dents.

As if to make sure that what he saw was not false, he took a special look at Dazai next to him.

Compared to Chuya, what Dazai saw when he entered the arena was Yuri's real appearance.

However, he was already aware of this result in his heart, and did not show any reaction.

So I'm the last one to know the truth?

Damn...feels like a loser.

Yuri noticed the movement here, turned around and nodded to Chuya, and immediately turned back to stare at Rimbaud who was pressed on the ground by Dazai.

Zhong Ye opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

What can he say?

No matter how you behave, it will seem stupid.

It happened to be at this critical juncture again, so he couldn't allow him to think about it.

Nakaya took a deep breath and forced himself to focus on Rimbaud.

The eyes of the three of them all fell on Rimbaud, waiting for his next move.

Rimbaud had already opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings, but then he withdrew his gaze and stared at the ceiling in a daze, turning a deaf ear to everything that happened outside, without any reaction, and didn't know what he was thinking about.

"Mr. Rimbaud, we have retrieved your lost memory for you, you—"

Before finishing half a sentence, Dazai's pupils shrank suddenly.

He was the only one present facing the direction of the laboratory entrance.

Therefore, he was the only one who saw that scene.

In front of him, Verlaine's tall figure was emerging from the darkness at the end of the corridor, with a happy smile on his lips.

His footsteps were as silent as a cat's, but what he brought was the heavy shadow of death.

He stopped near the door.

"Unexpectedly, there were more people than expected."

"Escape from me, the wonderful little girl, the lingering robot investigator, and—" His voice froze around his mouth.

Verlaine saw the figure that was absolutely impossible to appear here.

This is impossible.

From the first day he came to Japan, confirming Rimbaud's whereabouts was his most important task, and his priority was far ahead of setting up a series of assassination targets.

Relying on his knowledge of Rimbaud, he investigated all places where Rimbaud might hide and collected various clues.

It is confirmed that Rimbaud did not appear anywhere after the Battle of the Abandoned Shipyard, and the port mafia did not carry out any traitor hunting actions.

Coupled with the internal records of the port mafia provided to him by Dazai, it was finally confirmed that Rimbaud's traces had indeed completely disappeared from this world.

And now, Dazai and Rimbaud are standing together.

Obviously, the information given to him was false.

Rimbaud is still alive, right here.

His suspicious gaze collided with the blank gaze of Rimbaud who suddenly raised his head when he heard the familiar voice.

The mirror image research institute with the same layout as the research institute under Leibo Street, the research room deep in the ground, in front of the artificially penetrated and broken cylindrical cultivation equipment.

The child who was taken away with his eyes closed, now stands here with his arms folded, the boy with hair burning like a flame, Chuya Nakahara.

And most importantly, as a senior intelligence officer, he broke into the enemy's camp with bare hands to carry out his mission, but later became the assassin king and the mafia, two people who traveled far and wide.

Maybe it was a joke of fate, maybe it was attracted by some mysterious power, after nine years, all of them gathered here again.

The fog above the memory palace in Rimbaud's mind finally began to dissipate.

"I remembered...yes, right here, right here...the two of us broke in..."

Rimbaud's head hurt like a needle, like a patient in a high fever, muttering to himself in a sleepy voice.

Seemingly unable to sit back and watch things continue to develop in this direction, Verlaine jumped up as if he couldn't bear it.

At that moment, his body was moving faster than his thoughts. He pulled out the gun hanging from his waist that was still stained with the blood of some unfortunate guard, and without thinking, he pressed the trigger on Rimbaud.

Dazai grabbed Rimbaud and rolled in embarrassment, narrowly dodging the bullet, and the bullet marks left burn marks on the ground.

The same stage, the same actors, and the same plot were being staged, and nothing seemed to have changed in the nine years.

Rimbaud tightly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were clear again.

The last fragment of memory in his mind was completely returned to its place.