Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

Chapter 32: The Future of Combination Organizations

【One hundred and one】

Fitzgerald quietly put the suit jacket on Poe's body, and put a few facial tissues on the corners of the mouth of the top staff officer of the combination organization to prevent Poe from rubbing his saliva on his sleeve again.

This is a very disobedient organization. John Steinbeck has reunited the former members in a place where Fitzgerald can't reach. Lovecraft wrote that he would go back to his hometown and continue to sleep. In fact, he was discovered in recent days Sleeping in the flower bed of Fitzgerald's temporary residence, that John Steinbeck pretended to be a gardener watering the grapes, and Mark Twain was also doing repairs not far from their building, for unknown reasons.

He trusts these companions, and like them, he is also worried whether the Edgar family will suddenly take Poe away from the combination organization, or because the family power struggle is not good for Poe, the Fitzgerald family The staff officer is simple and kind, maybe he will be deceived and used.

The combination organization once had a long talk with Poe. Poe always insisted on using his personal ability to do his best for the combination organization and gave up the family heir competition.

Fitzgerald was naturally very moved, but from an organizational point of view, a staff officer's personal ability is limited after all, and if things go on like this, the status of a staff officer without real power will definitely become a castle in the air. This is exactly what Fitzgerald is worried about.

"My... my heart suddenly feels uncomfortable," Poe rubbed his eyes and got up, "What about Luanpo, could it be that something happened to Luanpo and Dazai?"

"What's the matter, did you have a nightmare?" Fitzgerald rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find medicine for heart disease. "It's still late at night in Yokohama, where Mr. Edogawa lives. Will a phone call wake them up?"

Edgar Allan Poe bit his finger and said, "The two of them must have encountered difficulties. Mr. Fitzgerald, I have a personal request. No matter what Dazai did wrong, can the organization help him unconditionally?"

"Is this the price for your free help?" Fitzgerald tucked Poe's sideburns behind his ears, "I thought you were helping me out of sincerity."

"It's not a price, it's my request." Poe grabbed Fitzgerald's hand, "I beg you, no matter what happens, help my brother unconditionally."

Fitzgerald was stunned. He had known for a long time that his staff officer was exceptionally handsome, and even Edgar Allan Poe's younger brother had an air of forgetfulness, but it was the first time in his life that he had seen such a handsome man. pair of eyes.

Only the fireworks that rise suddenly in San Francisco at night can be compared with those bright pupils. The colored windows of the church through the sun and the vibrant violets are not enough to describe the gorgeous and noble eyes.In the more than [-] years of his life, Fitzgerald has never felt that the words in the world are all incomplete, and this should not be the color that the world should have.

"I promise you." Fitzgerald didn't dare to look directly at him. These eyes were the secret his staff officer had been hiding with his bangs, and he didn't dare to be abrupt even if he gained trust.

"Ranpo must have something to say to us," Poe pressed his aching chest, "Now that all the forces are on the verge of breaking out, we and Ranpo will definitely take back our property, and the armed detective agency will protect everyone .”

Fitzgerald nodded and said, "Maybe the Armed Detective Agency sent a message to everyone, and they all came to protect you, even Mark Twain is nearby."

Poe's eyes widened, and he said in surprise, "You said everyone is here? Oops, evacuate!"

All the members of the combined organization suddenly gathered in this ordinary civilian area must be a trick to ask for directions.

Fitzgerald suddenly thought of the deciphered code - "S will integrate the combined organization". The current situation happens to be that the combined organization is integrated, led by John Steinbeck, and they have been manipulated by the Venetian organization invisibly. .

Someone informed John Steinbeck that Allan Poe might be in danger. The little Putao, who was worried about the staff officer, would do his best to bring people to protect him. It is completely consistent with the instructions of the Venice organization.

They are very likely to be truly destroyed, and Little Putao must have learned of the specific location of Poe, which shows that Poe has been closely watched by people, and if he wants to protect the combined organization, he can only make sacrifices.

"What should I do? Edgar Allan Poe will give you instructions!" Fitzgerald took out his mobile phone and wanted to contact Mark Twain, "I will definitely protect you."

"Mark Twain is here too?" Edgar Allan Poe paused. "It's too late. If I'm taken away, don't save me. Join the Armed Detective Agency and try our best to attack Russia's five evils."

"In what name?" Fitzgerald sensed the urgency of the situation, "Just tell me."

"Just say that Rimbaud, our teacher at the Frunze Military Academy, was found in Moscow," Poe took a deep breath, "Western Europe will definitely be terrified by this—"

The huge explosion swallowed Poe's words, and Fitzgerald resisted the urge to protect Poe, turned around and ran to the position where Steinbeck was invited.

This is the combined organization that Poe paid for with his life. Even if he has nothing, Fitzgerald is not afraid to start again for his companions. Without the Edgar family as support, the combined organization is also Poe's trump card.

【one hundred and two】

Fukuzawa Yukichi is a very calm and experienced swordsman. He has seen countless people and has never made a mistake. He personally took charge of the test. Kunikida was ready to kneel down to plead for Dazai at any time.

"This is the hope that Mori Ogai left for the future." The president rubbed the back of Dazai's hairy head, "You who are closest to both organizations should make the decision."

Dazai bit his lip, and silently accepted the key to the armory.

Kunikida was about to speak out to stop him, he was worried that Dazai would leave the Armed Detective Agency with the key and go to his former life and death partner to re-establish an organization belonging to the two blacks.

"Mr. Mori handed it over to the president, which means that there is no need for everyone at that time to trust it. This is Mr. Mori's hope and all his cards." Dazai stroked the electronic key, "He must be hoping to do it for you. Something, or a small gift for you, as a student of Mr. Mori, I will definitely obey Mr. Mori's will, as a member of the Armed Detective Agency, I also want to protect Mr. Fukuzawa, so I will accept this key."

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't say a word, and the hand he put on the back of Dazai's head was a little stiff. After more than 20 years of entanglement, there has never been any correspondence or keepsake.

When Mori Ogai was buried, Fukuzawa Yukichi stuffed all the flowers he could find in Yokohama into the coffin. The only treasure that belonged to him was a famous stainless steel knife from an ancient blacksmith. Didn’t he think this knife was suitable for Mori Ogai? Just because this is Fukuzawa Yukichi's most important treasure.

The key to the arsenal lying in Dazai's hand is no different from Fukuzawa Yukichi's gift.

Fukuzawa Yukichi wants to protect Mori Ogai in another world, and Mori Ogai wants to use his own strength to charge for Fukuzawa Yukichi. In such a cruel world, after being broken by Dazai, Fukuzawa Yukichi found that he and his How similar, going around and never separated.

"Protecting the Armed Detective Agency and its president," Dazai touched the tip of his nose, "that's my position."

The old man over fifty sighed, "Dazai, you really don't plan to go forward and retreat with the detective agency? No matter how dangerous it is in the future, Kunikida will protect you for the rest of your life, and all the members must take risks. "

Dazai smiled and took off the small locators on the key, and took off the metal logo of the once-destroyed organization on the key and handed it to the president. The small platinum badge was engraved with the distribution of traffic fortresses in Yokohama , but nothing was mentioned about Mori Ogai's life.

How indifferent the history books are, and even the sincerity of Mori Ogai hidden behind others leaves no trace. If Fukuzawa Yukichi wants to live a long life and live a long life, there will be one more person in the world who misses Mori Ogai.

"As the investigator and staff officer of the Armed Detective Agency, you have passed." Fukuzawa Yukichi covered Dazai's eyes with a pair of big hands, "The Armed Detective Agency has always been for ordinary people, for companions, and for life on the earth at any time. Someone who is ready to give and sacrifice."

Kunikida breathed a sigh of relief: "This test is the core test of the Armed Detective Agency. Only members over the age of 20 can take it. If they pass it, they can gain control over part of the Detective Agency's arms and core decision-making power. Those who pass this test are now Only with Dr. Yosano and you and me."

Dazai may not be very happy, he just leaned on the sofa to rest obediently and hollowly, the president could understand Dazai's code words, and at the necessary and critical moment, Dazai was ready to protect Yokohama at the place where he left the detective agency.

This is the proudest child of Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai. The president hoped that he would be protected by everyone behind the detective agency, but he was pressured by responsibility and pain and changed his taste.

"You don't want to live well for Mr. Mori and pedestrians at all, you just want to find a reason to die."

Dazai closed his eyes and seemed to be fast asleep.

Kunikida looked back at Fukuzawa Yukichi, the amber eyes under the fluorescent light of the electronic screen were bright and helpless, the upright personality protected by the president learned to be sad, this pair of life and death partners who have been blessed by countless people After all, it is going to repeat the same mistakes.

In Kosei, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's elegant posture and steps are very similar to a dancer's curtain call on the stage, but Nakajima Atsushi only feels fear.

Mr. Dazai told him that everything that happens excludes the impossible, and what remains is the absurd truth.

Childhood memories have gradually faded with time. The main reason why the silver-haired young man in Atsushi Nakajima's impression was identified as an experimenter by him when he was young was that Tatsuhiko Shibusawa was wearing a white coat and had a pair of well-defined bones. On the hand, there are calluses on the knuckles of the middle finger from frequent use of pens, and the outer edge of the little finger has a little trace of corrosion by chemicals.

But the Shibusawa Tatsuhiko in front of him didn't have these obvious features. These features belonged to the lifeless body in the elevator. The real Shibusawa Tatsuhiko had already died.

Under Fyodor's indifferent gaze, Atsushi Nakajima rushed over and tore off the boots of the silver-haired undertaker in front of him.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko couldn't react when he was knocked down, and the sudden movement made him back again and again, but his bare feet were exposed to Atsushi Nakajima's sight, and everything was solved easily.

That foot doesn't seem like it should belong to an adult male, it doesn't show any signs of regular walking, the skin is shockingly good, and there's a Band-Aid on the ankle, much like the one Lucy often uses for fear of wearing new shoes on her feet, co-president When Mr. Ranpo was running to distract the stalker on the day of the pedestrian teacher's burial, he found that the stalker would slow down when encountering obstacles.

That horrible embalmer was exposed for this reason, and the overly delicate skin showed that the Shibusawa Tatsuhiko in front of him was actually still young.

The real identity of Mr. Dazai is the clone of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Atsushi Nakajima didn't care about this at all, but now everything is linked together to form the truth. This man who wreaked havoc in Yokohama is actually not the real Ryu Shibusawa Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, but in some way got all the memories and emotions of Shibusawa Ryuhiko.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's eyes will never be forgotten by Nakajima Atsushi. It is longing and anticipation, cowardice and madness. This look is the same from childhood to now. The Shibusawa Ryuhiko in front of him has all the genes and memories.

The person in front of him could be regarded as the real Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.

Kenji Miyazawa, who was guarding the exit of the fortress, was very anxious, but Atsushi Nakajima's obsession with the truth could not be stopped. He had no choice but to trust this colleague.

The sleeping stars seemed to be guarding some kind of secret. Two figures, one large and one small, flashed in the distance. Kenji Miyazawa's absolute night vision ability told him that this person was very similar to Ango Sakaguchi.

The distant voice could not be heard clearly, the smaller figure was hugging a doll, and the faint words made Kenji Miyazawa's hair stand on end.

"Q just wants to play with Dazai! We agreed to play together when we grow up, but he still pretends not to know me!"

【One hundred and three】

Atsushi Nakajima looked down at Shibusawa Ryuhiko from a high position. This bewildered young man inserted his fingers into his silver hair, as if his brain was about to explode, and severe pain quickly swept through his whole body.Panting and kneeling in front of Atsushi Nakajima, he let out fragmented whimpers and shouts, large drops of sweat quickly seeped from his forehead, wet bangs stuck to his forehead, miserable and helpless.

"Give me the blood," Shibusawa Tatsuhiko held a needle, "just give me a little blood."

Fyodor found a chair and sat down, with an elegant posture as if he was watching an ordinary theater performance in Moscow. Fyodor already knew that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was not as simple as he said. I am afraid that the abnormality of the brain is the pain that worries him the most.

"Why should I give it to you?" Atsushi Nakajima suppressed his anger of wanting to avenge Yokohama, "Tell me, what exactly is wrong with you?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko knelt on the ground, raised his face like a little mermaid in a fairy tale who is enduring pain but still dancing, "I don't remember, but if I want to live, I have to be subject to the Venetian organization, Numerous surgeries and experiments have been performed...until recently the body seems to be better, but recalling the past still brings uncontrollable headaches."

"What operations did the Venice organization perform on you?" Nakajima Atsushi also sat on the ground, "Tell me what you think of, and I will consider saving you."

The silver-haired embalmer in front of him was not the familiar experimenter in Atsushi Nakajima's memory. Reminiscing required great physical strength for him, and he began to tremble after a while.

Atsushi Nakajima is not afraid of the difficulties in front of him. In his impression, whether Fyodor or Shibusawa Ryuhiko, the level of physical skills is far inferior to him, not to mention that there is a supporting Miyazawa Kenji downstairs, he Don't mind wasting a few minutes.

What he fears is loneliness.

But the clear and sweet aroma of apples is here. Their Mr. Dazai is still alive, and there is such a familiar and full of vitality. Atsushi Nakajima feels at ease. s things.

Because of the cloning experiment process described by Mr. Allan Poe as a psychological defense line, if Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is a clone like Mr. Dazai, Atsushi Nakajima will not be surprised. Mr. Dazai is as much a part of human history as the cloned sheep Dolly. The miracle in the world is that science and technology brought Mr. Dazai to the world.

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko won't remember," Fyodor said softly, "I brought Atsushi Nakajima here just to confirm one thing, that is, the part of his deep memory that belongs to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is still there. Whether it exists, it seems to have completely disappeared."

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko in front of him, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember the past when he met Atsushi Nakajima, and the muscles in his palm were no strangers to the glory of life he once held.Fyodor looked at this absurd drama with a sneer. In the bizarre world, the experiments organized by Venice still did not let Shibusawa Ryuhiko go.

It was Shenwei who informed Fyodor that the memory transplant project had succeeded in a certain person, but the body of that experimental subject was on the verge of being broken. Neglect, then this person can only come from within the Venetian organization.

If there is someone who is inextricably linked to the Venetian organization and is in urgent need of medical treatment, that person must be Tatsuhiko Shibusawa.

"The person in front of me is just a clone," Fyodor wrapped his cloak tightly, "The real Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is the corpse you just saw. A few years ago, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was an experiment organized by Venice. An accident occurred during the genetic research on Atsushi Nakajima's self-repair, and his memory was selectively extracted and placed in the clone's mind."

Memories returned to Atsushi Nakajima's mind like a tide.

In the huge orphanage, he was originally a failed experiment, and he was thrown at the dilapidated garbage crossing waiting to be fertilized in Yokohama, except for the dean who wanted to save the children and sneaked in with tears every night, giving the surviving The loser is fed a sip of sugar water to keep him alive, and only the death of the newborn and the eternal decay keep him company.

The noises became less and less every day, until at last Atsushi Nakajima was the only one left. The dean's behavior seemed to be discovered, and his survival was hopeless.

I don't know how many days passed, the experimenter who opened the garbage chute was wearing a white coat like a god, with a haggard look like a dilapidated puppet, completely lost the cruelty and spirit of conducting experiments.

"It turns out that this is my life, and everything has failed..." The young man with silver hair and red eyes put his hands together, "Life will bring suffering, and your death will become the cornerstone of extending human life. All sins belong to me. Live in a world with long life bliss at a time."

"Human civilization is worth cherishing and full of meaning because life will eventually end," Shibusawa Tatsuhiko couldn't control the pain from his heart, "If death never comes, then everything I have done before is nothing... ...Why can't I even understand this before I lost my memory?"

Atsushi Nakajima could no longer smell the strong stench, his throat was so dry and itchy, and the sudden fresh air made him feel that his body was also sticky and limp.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was stunned for a moment, then reached out his hand to Atsushi Nakajima.

"Run, don't be found," Shibusawa Tatsuhiko took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Atsushi Nakajima, "My previous memories have all disappeared. I learned from my diary that I was an experimenter before, yes You have done too much, and now I may not be able to help you..."

Before Shibusawa Tatsuhiko finished speaking, a sweater needle made by a girl pierced his head.

The blood of his companions in the orphanage remained on the soles of Atsushi Nakajima's feet. The confession of the experimenter in front of him could not stop the boy's revenge. Ryuhiko Shibusawa said that he had lost his memory, but how could a light apology offset the weight of countless lives?

But Shibusawa Ryuhiko, with tears in his eyes, wrote on the experimental record in his hand with his last strength——all the experimental subjects died.

There were so many things that happened two years ago, Atsushi Nakajima quickly sorted out what happened:

1. A few years ago, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa organized by Venice conducted a genetic experimental research with rapid repair ability, and the experimental subjects were selected as children from the orphanage.

2. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko himself accepted the memory extraction experiment in the middle of the experiment, learned about his previous life through the diary, repented and tried his best to rescue the only surviving subject Atsushi Nakajima.

3. After Atsushi Nakajima fled, he joined the Armed Detective Agency. Tatsuhiko Shibusawa was cloned into another body and implanted with his memory as an experimenter. He came to Yokohama to look for Atsushi Nakajima, hoping to heal his body.

4. Under Fyodor's control, the real Shibusawa Tatsuhiko died, and the clone in front of him created the poisonous mist incident, using Dazai as bait to force Atsushi Nakajima to show up, thinking that he was still the real Shibusawa Sawa Ryuhiko, trying to get eternal life.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is both an angel and a devil, the salvation and destruction of Atsushi Nakajima.

Fyodor looked at them with a smile, with a hint of naughtiness on his innocent face, and cruelly told the truth that only Shibusawa Tatsuhiko never knew.

"Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, now you can achieve eternal life..."

【one hundred and four】

Ango Sakaguchi never smoked.

He just imitated a friend who met by chance and bit the cigarette hard in his mouth.

Tobacco has a calming effect, and the woody aroma is mixed in it, which is comfortable and clean, so as to calm the almost crazy heartbeat.

Yumeno Hisaku is a well-known pharmacist, and he is so young that he seems to be an unchanging part of the world.The first time Ango Sakaguchi saw Yumeno Hisaku was an eight-year-old child, and his appearance has not changed at all. His immature voice and tone have taught Ango Sakaguchi a truth. This pharmacist registered with the Secret Service Division of a public office cannot be judged by his appearance. .

"I'm already 21 years old!" Q muttered while hugging the doll, "I've been waiting for Dazai for so many years, but he never came back to play with me. He's been a liar since he was a child."

"Then what are you going to do?" Sakaguchi Ango wiped off a cold sweat. If Yumeno Kusaku was sent to the detective agency, the secret conspiracy between the Secret Service Division and the organization would be announced to the world. Back then, Kunikida was kidnapped and Yumeno The old account of Nokusaku's hallucinogenic experiments is not something that a negotiator, Ango Sakaguchi, can bear.

"Go to Dazai, and dig three feet to find him!" Yumeno Hisaku's expression was suddenly gloomy and vicious. At this moment, he looked like a real 20-year-old young man. He understated the unwillingness and suffering of more than ten years. But it is like a poisonous cold light blade.

This was the second thing that Ango Sakaguchi was worried about. Apart from the interests of Yokohama and the Secret Service, Dazai's personal safety made the negotiator worry. If Nakahara Chuya was willing to protect Dazai, he would naturally have less trouble.

Dazai never mentioned what happened to him before he was six years old, but Yumeno Hisaku was able to tell everything completely, and the young Dazai he knew by Ango Sakaguchi had a cold and lonely personality. Under the influence of Ayatsuji pedestrians, he gradually has a gentle temperament.

And the young Dazai in Yumeno Kusaku's mouth is gentle, cute and clingy. Ango Sakaguchi rubbed his brows. He couldn't imagine such a warm picture. In front of people who have been with him for many years, his little friendship will arouse the jealousy of Kusaku Yumeno, and maybe it will drag Dazai down.

"What if we find him?" Ango Sakaguchi put his tone as calmly as possible, "Do you want to start over with him?"

The little child was sitting on the co-pilot, playing with the ugly and dilapidated doll, which seemed to be very old. Under the display of Yumeno Hisaku, Ango saw a line of beautiful words embroidered on the inside of the doll's pocket ——"Dazai gave it to Q"

Even after more than ten years, this line of embroidery is still shockingly smooth. Ango Sakaguchi has seen such neat embroidery, and it was indeed made by Dazai. Dazai, who has extremely dexterous fingers, was once the most expensive in the Central Plains. One of his suits is embroidered, besides Chuya's face, there is a line of words - "Dazai's dog", the craftsmanship is exactly the same as this doll.

Ango Sakaguchi does not believe that there is another person in the world who can imitate Dazai's skillful hands. A wire can pry open all locked doors, safes are even easier, and embroidery is unparalleled in the world. He once saw Dazai's hands The silk thread is split, as thin as nothing, and the embroidery silk thread moves naturally without wind on the samovar full of water vapor. There is no trace of stitches, and the color transitions naturally. I don’t know who this craftsmanship comes from.

Embroidery has reached the pinnacle of art, and no one dares to say that Dazai looks like a woman threading needles and threads, but Ango Sakaguchi did not expect Dazai to have finger dexterity far beyond ordinary people before he was six years old, but Dazai never mentioned who taught embroidery.

"If you find Dazai," Yumeno Hisaku stroked the embroidery line, "he will never leave me, let alone get rid of me. There is a loose hair bomb on my heart. If my heart stops beating, the power of the explosion will Enough to destroy half a street."

Ango Sakaguchi gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"So, you went looking for people from the Venetian organization just for one Dazai?" Ango Sakaguchi said coldly, he didn't understand the mentality of subverting the whole world for one person.

"The tragedy that happened to me cannot be repeated," Yumeno Hisaku smiled innocently, "If the technology of the Venetian organization is fused with my hallucinogen, then all those who betray their friends should be condemned for the rest of their lives. Can't wake up from the nightmare, so that the world will become peaceful and beautiful, and no one will be let down again."

It can be said that Ango Sakaguchi brought Yumeno Hisaku out of the fortress immediately. Whether Yumeno Hisaku had contact with or traded with the people inside was unknown to him. The only thing that Ango Sakaguchi could confirm was that he had been boarded by the co-pilot. The child is kidnapped.

For the sake of Yokohama and Dazai, Ango couldn't let Yumeno Kusaku go to the Armed Detective Agency.He kept going around in circles on the deserted streets, and now there was a Fukuchi Sakurachi in the Secret Service Section, the high-ranking officer of the Secret Service Section who single-handedly promoted Ango Sakaguchi.

It is impossible to judge whether Fukuchi Sakurachi is an enemy or a friend. Ango Sakaguchi's mind is almost cracked. On the one hand, his chief takes good care of Ayatsuji pedestrians and himself, on the other hand, his whereabouts are uncertain, and the most important witnesses Director Tsujimura silenced him, as if he deliberately cut off the clues to trace the Venetian organization.

He stepped on the brakes and held the steering wheel tightly. The life and death of Yokohama was at the choice of Ango Sakaguchi.

The Armed Detective Agency and the Secret Service Division of public agencies are two completely opposite directions.

One thought of life and death.

There is not much time left for him to think, and the cold sweat of Ango Sakaguchi has soaked his forehead and hair.Over the years, what he wants to do has not been realized, and what he wants to get is getting further and further away. This time, if it is because of his blind trust in Fukuji Sakurachi, Yokohama will be pushed into the abyss...

"Professor glasses, why are you in a daze?"

A bright and clear voice came from above, and Nakaya jumped onto the roof of Ango's car, and looked down at the struggling public officials from the sunroof dressed in black.

The sky is already faintly bright, which is not as good as Zhongyuan Zhongye's flamboyant smiling face. His bright orange hair moves naturally without wind, entwining the muddy dark clouds.

Ango Sakaguchi saw the dawn falling in the world.