What should I do if there are too many black histories and people come to my door?

Just when Akamatsu and Feller were negotiating about ink and spells, Lantang was wandering in a ruin.

He quietly looked at the huge deep pit in the center of Radium Bowl Street, with the sea breeze blowing through his hair, Lan Tang's eyes were deep and vicissitudes.

His expression was a little dazed, and he could still feel the flames emanating from the deep pit in a trance.

Is this why I feel so cold all the time?

Because it was severely burned?

Lan Tang raised his hand to his forehead, and as he thought of the dazzling and terrifying flame, more and more fragments appeared in his mind.

He has his own real identity, his own partner, his own purpose of coming to the Far East, and moreover, the final explosion and... the target Huang Ba spit.

Also has its own abilities.

Lan Tang put down his hand, he looked at the palm of his hand, the subspace in the shape of a small cube rotated slightly.

This does not seem to be a very powerful ability, and it is also the reason why he has been able to be a salted fish in the past few years: the area spread by the subspace is too small, and it can only protect himself at critical moments.

But actually?

As the strongest class transcender among those with supernatural powers, Lan Tang... No, Jean Rimbaud is a super strong enough to isolate the entire space of a hundred square meters.

And he seems to be able to control the corpse and give the corpse the ability to move.

The sea breeze blew violently, and Lan Tang shivered all over. It was so cold. With the memory returning, he seemed to be getting more and more afraid of the cold.

After an unknown amount of time, the cell phone in his pocket rang suddenly.

Lan Tang suddenly came back to his senses, he picked up the phone and looked at it, his expression changed slightly.

The caller was his younger brother Akamatsu Ryu.

Akamatsu Ryu... Rantang, who had recovered his memory, carefully recalled everything about Akamatsu Ryu.

The kid picked him up on Radium Bowl Street, initially...

Hmm, at first I probably wanted to find someone who could stand up for me, that's why I retrieved myself who had lost his memory.

But that was the reason why Lan Tang, who had lost his memory, was able to cheer up quickly.

Because there is still a child relying on himself, he has to work hard.

Lan Tang smiled wryly.

Maybe he was still thinking about his partner Verlaine subconsciously, so he didn't notice anything unusual about Akamatsu during those difficult days working in Hong Kong.

This child is actually not like a child, he is too mature and stable, Lan Tang subconsciously felt that he had such a partner, so he didn't think too much about it.

Now that I think about it, it is not the child who is being taken care of, but myself.

Lan Tang rubbed the keys of the phone, and answered after a long time: "What's the matter?"

Akamatsu Ryu: "Are you on a mission? Sorry, didn't I bother you?"

"No, I was in a daze just now, and didn't notice that the phone vibrated."

Lantang didn't use the mission as an excuse to perfunctory Chisongliu. Lantang, who recovered his memory, had regained his past caution, and according to his understanding of Chisongliu, the child must remember all the tasks he released.

In other words, Akamatsu Liu clearly knew that Lan Tang had no mission at the moment.

But Akamatsu Ryu asked this anyway, as if to induce him.

Lan Tang hadn't paid attention to such small questions before, but now that he thought about it a little, he could understand that Akamatsu Ryu's unobtrusively guiding others to say the answers to the questions he wanted to know was a not-so-sophisticated cliché technique.

——It is not ruled out that Akamatsu Ryu was unprepared for him, or it may be that Akamatsu Ryu has already applied this technique to his life.

Mr. Lan Tang, who has recovered as the most elite spy of the European Bureau of Ability, unconsciously analyzed Chisong Liu, without any change in the breath and tone of his speech. He said calmly: "Is there a mission?"

Akamatsu said with a smile: "What are you thinking? As a cadre candidate, only the leader can assign tasks to you~" His tone was particularly cheerful, as if something happy had happened.

"I'm done with work, shall we go home for dinner tonight?"

Lan Tang subconsciously wanted to refuse, he had just recovered his memory, and wanted to find a quiet place where no one was around and slowly clear his mind.

But when the words came to his lips, he held back again.

It can't be too abnormal, it will attract Akamatsu Ryu's attention.

Lan Tang's thoughts turned sharply, and suddenly his heart moved. He thought of the faint throbbing of Chuya Nakahara, the king of sheep he saw a few days ago...

Akamatsu has more than [-]% of the information on the Hong Kong gangsters. Maybe he knows the information about the King of Sheep.

"Okay, I just don't have work, what do you want to eat tonight?" Lan Tang asked calmly.

"Suddenly want to eat hot dogs and hamburgers." Ryu Akamatsu answered subconsciously after meeting an American friend.

Lantang was a little surprised, Chisongliu didn't eat these before.

He said uncertainly, "Are you sure?"

"Haha, just kidding, want to eat seafood, eat clam soup?"

Akamatsuliu ordered a random dish. In fact, he prefers hot and sour rice noodles and malatang, but he has always shown that he likes western food and seafood in front of Lantang.

"Well, how about I get some fresh clams, and then some foie gras and lobster?"

When it comes to eating, Lan Tang can't help being a little distracted, he hasn't had a French meal for a long time... huh?wrong! !

At this moment, Lan Tang's back was about to break out in cold sweat.

In fact, he has often eaten foie gras and creamy snails these years, not to mention steaks. Even when the two brothers had the most money, their daily meals were Western-style.

Does Chimatsu know his identity?

Lan Tang couldn't help recalling the details of his past life carefully again...

Oh, I lost my memory before, and I really didn't have any cover for it!I didn't pay attention to observe the Akamatsu flow either!

Big mistake!

"Okay, then I'll take a bottle of champagne back." Chimatsu Liu didn't know about Lantang's brainstorming, so he said naturally, "See you tonight."

"...Ah, see you tonight." After hanging up the phone, Lan Tang felt even colder.

Champagne, why does Akamatsu like to drink champagne?No, when did he start drinking?

Oh, yes, I started drinking when I was in a daze at the bar with myself.

But if he remembered correctly, the first time Akamatsu ordered wine, he ordered lemon champagne.

For eight years, Akamatsu Ryu has been drinking this one.

At this moment, Lan Tang completely forgot about Huang Ba Tu, only Chi Song Liu's smile remained in his mind.

Thinking of himself as a cheap little brother, Lan Tang felt apprehensive.

Who is Akamatsu Ryu?Maybe it was a spy sent by the Ability Bureau?

But the Akamatsu stream was too small at that time, wasn’t it?Just eight years old...

Lan Tang took a deep breath, turned and went to the supermarket.

He bought a series of ingredients needed for the evening, such as clams, with the attitude of treating S-level missions, and then went home quickly.

As usual, yes, be natural, they are brothers, lived together for eight or nine years.

Thinking of the daily life in [-], Lan Tang's worries slowly dissipated again.

He thought of Akamatsu Ryu's care and protection for him, that child would comfort him, enlighten him, help him deal with bleak interpersonal relationships, and show a happy expression when they go out together...

Lan Tang's heart finally regained its calm.

It was exactly seven o'clock in the evening when Akamatsu came home.

He talked with Feller all morning, and returned to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang at noon to start working overtime.

As expected, the bastard Osamu Dazai once again ran from Mr. Mori's laboratory to Akamatsu Ryu's office as a salted fish.

Akamatsu Ryu could only be thankful for his speed, and finished the matter in the morning.

Akamatsu Ryu was perfunctory to Osamu Dazai while thinking about how to tell Mori Ogai about the development of the North American route.

Although the leader of the previous generation left a lot of channels, Mori Ogai, as his successor, will inevitably be compared.

It is impossible for the former alliance to maintain the alliance honestly until Mori Ogai has produced some actual work results. The former allies may turn against each other at any time.

That being the case, it is better to develop new collaborators.

Gradually, a plan took shape in Chisong Liu's mind, and it only needed some cooperation from Feller.

After Akamatsu Ryu thought things through clearly, he finished his daily work in a happy mood, ignored Osamu Dazai who was acting like a salted fish on the sofa, and called Rantang briskly, expressing that he wanted to have dinner together at night.

...By the way, he fed the semi-finished wine he got from Feller into Lan Tang's mouth.

Chisongliu is not sure how Lan Tang will choose after recovering his memory, but for the sake of supporting each other all these years, he decided to let Lan Tang make a choice, and he will take care of the bottom line to ensure that Lan Tang will not die.

【Then what if Lantang's choice will harm you? ] Hassan asked with a smile.

Akamatsu Ryu casually said: "Feller is still in Yokohama."

If Lan Tang turned his back on him and ran away using Chi Song Liu as a stepping stone, then Chi Song Liu would not mind asking Feller to [swallow] Lan Tang.

[What a thoughtful bastard. ] Hassan was so emotional.

Akamatsu said goodbye to Osamu Dazai happily, and answered Hassan in his heart: That's what you taught.

Bang, the door shuts.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the closed door, clicked his tongue, and fell down on the sofa again.

It's really brotherly love.

But it's not an eyesore, and even a little enviable, but if Dazai Osamu is allowed to choose by himself, he will choose to step back.

Some things cannot be obtained, and the moment they are obtained, they are actually lost.

The black-haired boy slowly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a gentle smile. He took out the suicide manual and continued to read.

This smile is somewhat similar to that of Akamatsu Ryu.

On the other hand, Akamatsu Ryu went home happily with a bottle of champagne.

After returning home, he hugged Lan Tang according to the normal procedure, and then found that Lan Tang was wearing a sweater.

But now it is spring, and the air conditioner and heating are turned on at home, 30°!

Akamatsu wrote this down, still smiling: "I'm back, wow, I can smell the aroma, is the meal ready?"

"Well, it's still short of clam soup." Lan Tang hugged Chimatsuliu back, took the champagne brought back by Akamatsuliu, he glanced at it, and found that it was a wine often sold in Lupin's bar.

Lan Tang felt a little relieved, it seemed that it was an ordinary gathering of brothers.

Akamatsuliu took off his suit and hung his hat on the hanger. His eyes quickly scanned the room, but he didn't find anything unusual.

"I'm a little envious of my brother." He said casually, "Has the frequency of missions decreased recently? I'm so busy."

Lan Tang paid attention to the soup in the pot, and he replied casually: "You are better at intelligence. The survival rate at the front line depends not only on the strength of soldiers, but also on the accuracy of intelligence."

Sitting at the dining table, Akamatsu Liu propped his chin with one hand and smiled slightly: "Yeah, so I worked very hard for my brother's life."

【Hey, his memory has recovered. ] He told Hassan that people who have never been on the battlefield can't say such things.

Akamatsu Ryu reached out and flicked the champagne bottle, feeling in his heart: [I hope this is not the last supper. 】