Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

"Mr. Rimbaud, according to the information I have learned, this person is no longer your close comrade-in-arms."

Dazai's voice sounded in the hall at the right time.

"However, it looks like I don't need to say any more. I've heard that history repeats itself, and it looks like it does."

Rimbaud showed a complex expression: "...I have already remembered everything that happened that day."

His thick fur earmuffs fell to the ground during the tumble just now, stained with blue-black solution.His cheek was also cut by broken glass, and a streak of bright red blood dazzled his pale snow-like face.

Rimbaud coughed and stared at his former partner with calm eyes.

"What are you doing, Pavel? Is there a dead end between us?"

"I'm helping you remember what happened in the past and how you should behave."

Verlaine's gaze was as cold as his voice: "Don't look at me with that look! Show your fighting stance!"

"What is the current fight for? To obey your wish and destroy the entire research institution, or to snatch the ownership of Chuya who has grown up?"

"I'm not a brat at the mercy of others, you two!" Zhong couldn't take it anymore, "Open your eyes and see clearly, I'm no longer an unconscious experimental subject lying in the nutrition cabin. From that moment nine years ago , I already have my own consciousness, whether it’s beating people or saving people, it’s all up to my own ideas, and I can do whatever I want.”

"Dear brother, it's not enough, this is not enough. Just now, you have seen the ugly behavior of playing other people like toys for the sake of human greed. It will never be possible to cut them off one by one. Get real freedom. I want to save you, and we are on one side."

"Yeah, that's your plan." Chuya said angrily, "Aren't you the one who wants to manipulate me? What's the difference between you and them?"

"Chuya, I don't want to quarrel with you." Verlaine frowned, and there was a bit of patience in his tone, "We will meet again on the day the plan ends."

"..." Rimbaud was silent.

"As for you, kid, you provided wrong information at the beginning, and then planned to bring my former partner here."

Verlaine turned his head to look at Dazai, deliberately skipping Rimbaud.

"So you betrayed me."

"I thought you were already used to all this, Mr. Verlaine." Dazai said lightly, "Aren't betraying others and being betrayed the same thing?"

Verlaine snorted coldly, ignored him, and turned his head to glance at the audience.

Yuri stared at him with vigilant eyes, Rimbaud sat on the ground with a gloomy expression, Chuya clenched his fists and set up an offensive posture, and Robot Investigator Adam fell into a short downtime since Rimbaud appeared.

He flew up, crossed the broken cylinder training cabin, and grabbed the collar of N who had woken up from a coma at some point and was moving to the back of the equipment little by little to escape.

"We'll meet at the end of our journey," he said, and bowed his hat to the people in the hall.

After that, a black beam of light shot straight to the ceiling from where he was standing.

No, it cannot be said that way, because where the beam of light passes, the ceiling of each floor no longer exists.

Now they can easily breathe the cool, crisp mountain air outside the institute, above ground.

Because of this terrifying power, everyone fell into silence.

"As the victim nine years ago, Mr. Rimbaud, aren't you going to do something?" Yuri asked after a while.

"Forgive me, I'm not ready to fight. Until just now, I was still thinking about what's wrong with my education policy." Rimbaud stood up with his hands on the ground, "Now, what's the matter?" Can someone come and explain to me the summary of the previous situation?"

"Today's mission execution record, this machine encountered Rimbaud, a French intelligence investigator who had been trapped somewhere for a year, which shocked the machine. The probability of mission success has increased, but the specific value is still unable to be calculated."

"The current location of this machine is in the lowest-level laboratory of the Second Research Institute, and the experimental data collection progress is 75%."

Adam, who stopped recording, looked back at Rimbaud who was standing face to face with Chuya.

"Frankly, I don't hold a grudge against him."

Rimbaud spoke slowly.

"But in order to make up for my failure in education, now I must shoulder the responsibility of stopping him. I don't want to see Verlaine like this. He has gone too far on the wrong path."

"Beating him up would obviously be a better education." Zhong Ye crossed his arms, very dissatisfied.

"I think you must be the person who knows him best in the world." Dazai said beside him.

He looked curious: "Do you have any suggestions for the next tactics?"

Rimbaud pondered for a while.

"Do you know why he stole that hat of yours, Chuya?"

"...You mean, that hat was stolen from my room, the one you kept?" Zhong also froze.

After the confrontation with Rimbaud, the leader of Mori solemnly handed Rimbaud's relics to him inexplicably, which is puzzling.

Although he likes hats as accessories to match his suits, he seldom puts on the old hat and lets it lie quietly in the cloakroom.

Because of this, Verlaine did not notice that he had stolen the hat.

Dazai laughed unceremoniously; "That's stupid, Chuya."

"That's right, although it looks like an ordinary pattern, I can recognize it at a glance." Rimbaud's eyes fell on a point in the void, as if immersed in memories.

"The hat is a prop that can isolate external commands and allow the user to freely control the display of abilities. In other words, it can allow the person wearing the hat to no longer act as a humanoid weapon, and freely control the switch of his own abilities and will."

He also showed a clear look.

"...you gave him that hat, I guess."

"Unflattering birthday present, he should be taken back."

Rimbaud said.

"Since you once held it, I will give it to you as a little apology for the incident a year ago. I believe you will cherish it."

"You'll no longer be forced to painfully activate abilities under his control, and he'll lose the ability to wreak havoc at will like he does today."

"Him? Why?"

"Because if there is no assistance from the hat, the possibility of the ability getting out of control will be greatly increased."

"Because even he, who keeps saying he hates the world, is unwilling to truly become a monster without reason and emotion."

Zhong Ye had a complicated expression on his face.

He recalled the pain that tore his body and soul when Verlaine opened his "door".

In order to defeat Verlaine, he had to fight with that as a weapon.

Zhong also took a deep breath: "I haven't mastered the method of opening the 'door' yet."

"That's not a problem, Chuya-sama."

Adam walked over with a large stack of calculation papers and test records that he scavenged from the laboratory operating table.

"This unit found relevant information in the laboratory's data records, see here, 'in the filthy sorrow'..."

The robot's voice was flat, lacking in the ups and downs of the tone. He was reciting verses, which couldn't be called reciting, but just ordinary reciting.

But in Chuya's heart aroused a rich emotion - that is the familiarity from a forgotten memory of a certain party.

He pressed the edge of the test bench and closed his eyes.

"So the next step is to steal the hat." Dazai said in the silence.

"I come."

By reason.

Everyone's attention finally focused on the girl with sky blue long hair. Her face was still pale after exhaustion, and because of the previous few battles, she was covered with a lot of soot and dust, and she was quite embarrassed. His expression was firm.

It wasn't until Yuri finally realized the fact that Chuuya was staring at her that Yuri suddenly realized this.

It's too low, to appear in front of Chuya again, and it's such a down-and-out dress.

Yuri wiped the ashes from his cheeks with his sleeve.

It's useless to love beauty at ordinary times, but at critical moments, you can't do it!

"No, it's too dangerous."

Chu also didn't even think about it, and immediately rejected her proposal.

"Chuya, Yuri is the best candidate. If you don't make use of her talent, it will be difficult to get close to Verlaine, let alone get your belongings." Dazai said, "Now that Rimbaud is with us, Verlaine will treat you even better. Take precautions."

"...At least the two of us act together." Zhong also frowned, "I'll be in charge of the frontal battlefield to get his attention."

"Isn't there still me?" Rimbaud smiled, "I can't let the children fight instead of me."

Because of too much power consumption before, Yuri still couldn't activate the flame to move quickly, and his muscles were weak, and he couldn't even walk steadily.

This made her very unaccustomed to coming and going like the wind without a trace.

Of course, at this moment, what makes her even more unaccustomed is the fact that Zhong is also carrying her on his back.

It is impossible to sleep, but in order to avoid embarrassment, I can only pretend to be asleep.

Just now when Verlaine broke into the research institute alone, he already smashed the armed forces of the guards.The researchers were leaderless, and escaped through hidden passages in the emergency shelter.

Before leaving, they burned and smashed, destroying all research instruments and records that could be destroyed.

In addition to the "skylight" deliberately opened by Verlaine, I am afraid that this underground research institute will never be able to recover its function.

In short, the group of them was walking among the ruins of the research institute, towards the exit.

Zhong Ye is also very complicated at the moment.

After hearing the bad news, he went to the billiard bar to confirm the scene, but he dared not return to Leibo Street.

I don't know when, the memory of growing up on Leibo Street, which was inseparable from the "sheep", was gradually replaced by the warm little shop with the smell of food.He will not think of the betrayal wound and his companions who are far away, but he will think of the warm light shining from the restaurant door in the night.

Open every day, always there, as if never going away.

Unlike fellow mafia gangsters who have already prepared themselves for death, everyone in the restaurant on Leibo Street is just ordinary people who are busy with their livelihoods every day.

To be involved in such an incident and die is even more inexcusable.

Unforgivable... himself.

Until now, during the short trip when no one spoke, he was able to reawaken the joy of regaining the loss that had to be suppressed in his heart before, and savor it silently alone.

That feeling is rare and novel.

Perhaps feeling that the expression on Chuya's face was too disgusting, Dazai sighed heavily, and quickened his pace to pass them.

But Zhong also had no time to pay attention to him.To be honest, half of his mind is now on the girl on his back.

Yuri hooked Chuya's neck with his arms, buried his face in his neck and closed his eyes to rest, a lock of long hair fell on the back of his neck, itching.

I didn't have any real feelings about her resurrection before... But now, the real feelings are too strong, right?

The two exchanged body temperature through the clothes.

Feel the presence and breathing of the other person strongly.

Well, and her chest, pressing against his back...

Chuya's ears turned red slightly, and his thoughts drifted away from the imminent end of the battle.

Yuri moved, as if waking up from a brief sleep.

"Why take the risk?" Chuya suddenly asked.

He wasn't sure what answer he wanted to hear.However, he knew that even if he asked, there would be no result.

Yuri will always use some inexplicable strange words to prevaricate, and this characteristic has been fully reflected when she is dressed as the man in black.

When encountering this kind of situation, she will reply like this——

"Of course it's to pay copyright royalties." Yuri's voice was confident with a little smile.

Zhong also sighed inwardly, and his arms tightened again.

You can talk about the things you don’t understand, the feelings you don’t understand, you can talk about it later, anyway, you can always figure it out slowly.

He only knew that at this moment, he was satisfied enough to carry this girl on his back.