Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

[110 nine]

"If this is your life..." Fei Jia's eyes were full of tenderness and sadness, "it's simply wonderful."

Dazai was used by Edgar Allan Poe when he was young. He was alone at a young age but saw the changes in the world clearly. He did not hesitate to sacrifice the lives of Teacher Anna and himself to control the future, and then left the memory in the final experimental library.

Anna entrusted the future to Dazai and Pedestrians, and disappeared in the night before dawn like countless people who were swept away in the long river of history. Only Miss O'Henry still remembered her appearance and that lonely and crazy red dream.

According to Dazai's understanding of himself, the Dazai ten years later will definitely come to Fyodor with such a tired and proud attitude.

Come before this man who has Dazai's blood and internal organs.

Fyodor carried all the expectations and wishes of Dazai when he was six years old. Even if his body was soaked in loneliness and despair, even if he heartily betrayed his only friend Gogol, even if he flowed blood from Moscow to Yokohama, Fyodor had never felt that way. No mercy, the painful journey never stops.

This Fyodor, who has been entangled with Dazai all his life, is like the Neva River in November, stable and cold, even when it freezes, it is silent. His sins never need to be washed away, and he has become the history of the Moscow Mafia part of the torrent.

In Fyodor's newborn texture and bones, he is praying for the civilization and prosperity of the world all the time, and praying for the kindness and gentleness in the world. For this reason, he is running around like a preaching missionary, listening to those words that have been repeated countless times suffering.

The people in the slums are unable to stand up because of the power of capital, and the people at the bottom have no way to retreat because they have no knowledge and no future. Fyodor decided to sacrifice a small number of people to completely change human genes and memory. The transmission of civilization can change the fate of all suffering people.

A portrait of Fyodor hangs in the lobby of the Information Office of the Five Decays of Heaven and Human Beings in Moscow. Fyodor will silently overlook the city on every silent holy day. For the sake of the world, he must become a god.

No one knows what the gods are thinking. Fyodor has long lost the cognition of being a human being, and he stubbornly hypnotizes himself to adapt to this loneliness, praying that he will usher in an ending that is no longer desperate.

What a free world this is, Fyodor would even be jealous of himself now.It turns out that Dazai never disappeared in Fyodor's life, he has been guiding, blessing, and cursing, and he paid all the price for the common future, and was finally favored by the goddess of luck.

"It's the same with you." Dazai stroked Fei Jia's delicate side face, "Fei Jia walked along my journey step by step in the future I planned. What a wonderful life."

Fyodor wiped his face, he was completely defeated by Dazai.

Since 14 years ago, Dazai started to plan what happened today, and kept sending blood to Fei Jia who was still weak in the culture fluid.Dazai must have known all of Feodor's genetic sequences as early as 14 years ago, and it would be easy to kill him. Even if Fyodor fled to the ends of the earth, Dazai would always have a way to turn food and water into Fyodor Allergens, he was tortured and weakened to death.

Dazai was at a loss at this moment. The six-year-old himself had a pure heart, and the world could learn from it. He wove such a web under the expansion of ambition just for Poe to be able to write freely.As much blood was stained on Fyodor's hands, Dazai was equally burdened with karma. Their 14-year life game did not tell the winner, and they became two lonely sinners.

"If death is punishment, we have to bear it together," Fyodor raised his gun. "If death is salvation, we and innocent people can have it too."

"Death is not salvation," Dazai shook his head with a smile, "How many memories can be injected? You and I are both sinners, and we are also lost lambs sacrificed for the world. If the gods need to sacrifice lonely and helpless people to promote the development of civilization , such a god, the world does not need it."

The six-year-old Dazai would not have expected that a Oda Saku who offered help without asking for anything in return was sacrificed in his plan, and Osaka has become a sad place ever since.

The six-year-old Dazai would not have expected that two years of the lonely hero's life and thousands of miles of rivers and rivers were buried in his plan, and the story of the hasty separation ended here.

The six-year-old Dazai would not have imagined that his expectations would destroy the future of the secret service and the happiness of the detective agency, and death and pain would linger for a long time.

"Pass down the memory, let's go together." Fyodor's eyes were moist and gentle like never before, and he aimed two guns at his temples, and pointed at Dazai's brow.

The sea breeze in Venice is as moist and sweet as when Dazai dropped the chess pieces in Detroit. It is not a bad idea for the two to embrace and leave. There will be no words left for this in the history books. The glamorous past will also be buried.

No one knows that there was once a staff officer who was so cruel that he wanted to sacrifice civilians in exchange for his brother's safety, and no one would remember that the genes and life of the leader of the House of Death were held hostage by his own staff officer. Even at the last moment of their lives, they still To entangle to death.

"Shoot." Dazai finally smiled with relief, as if accepting Yokohama's trial on the gallows.

In this life, Dazai has no face to go back to see the five children left behind by Oda Saku, no courage to accompany Chuuya to restore the glory of the mafia when Mori Ogai was outside, and no ability to promise Kunikida a stable future.

There is no room for Osamu Dazai and Fyodor in this world.

The two pistols each had one bullet left, and Dazai was very familiar with the model of that gun, the pistol method Ayatsuji had taught him, and they would all be killed by a single shot.

In Russia, a bullet is placed in the six-hole magazine of the gun, and it is determined by turning the gun and stopping at random. The person who is shot will have a one-sixth probability of being hit by the bullet and die, but an excellent black hand Party members can control where the magazine stops.For example, the unique skill of the talented pedestrian teacher at West Point Military Academy can easily control the position where the dog stops, and it is accurate.

Dazai knew that such a technique might be very common in the mafia. Even if Fyodor shot Dazai, and only the leader of the Rat of the Dead House escaped from this room, Dazai prepared a few bags enough for him to Fedya is infected with a deadly germ, and they must live and die together.

As a student of Mr. Xingren, a partner of Chuya and Kunikida, and one of the two detective agencies, Dazai must not show mercy to Fyodor.

His Fedya will not really die in love with him, and the plan has come to this point, Fyodor is no longer that lonely child in the world, but that innocent and indifferent god.

"boom--"

As Dazai expected, there was only one gunshot from the two guns.

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed steadily at Dazai, and there was a ray of warmth wrapped around the green smoke. Fyodor was ready to face the loneliness of the rest of his life for a hundred years.

【120】

The porcelain doll boy with a delicate face curled up into a ball, he had never been in such pain.Sigma could only hear the hissing sound of his windpipe, and the surrounding scene seemed to be in another world, and Mr. Dazai's exclamation gradually faded away.

The young man pulled out a smug smile, he knew that Mr. Fyodor was not willing to hit Dazai in the face, the ability of the first agent of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man is not fake, and only Sigma can save Dazai from Fyodor's gun .

Rescuing people is really troublesome, tired and sleepy, Sigma only feels that his eyes are a little hard to open, he has done things that others cannot do, Mr. Gogol will bake him cookies, tell him stories, make rabbit dolls sleep with him.

But Sigma couldn’t get any compliments. He was the one who told Gogol that he would leave him and never return to the dead soul. In the future, a better, more beautiful and more sensible child would replace Sigma, and he never followed behind him. Qualifications that are miles away.

"Mr. Gogol..." Sigma looked at the white phantom in front of him, "Am I very powerful... I saved Mr. Dazai, and the two of them will fight in the future, and I have to learn slowly..."

There was a hole in the beautiful couple's sportswear, but no matter what, it couldn't stop the blood gushing out.

The boy can only pray that the next person will protect Gogol for him, give Gogol the freedom he has always hoped for, learn love for him, and walk slowly with Mr. Gogol for him...

Sigma is used to handling weapons, and he already knew that Fyodor has never missed a game in Russia. If Dazai can survive to suppress Fyodor and let Mr. Gogol have a chance to regain his freedom, his life is worth it.

I just don't know if the next child will be obedient, whether he will make Mr. Gogol angry, whether he looks better than himself, whether he will understand that I love you... Sigma is not reconciled, and three years are not even enough time to say goodbye.

With his remaining sobriety, he saw Mr. Pushkin rushing towards the culprit Verlaine without hesitation. Who dares to laugh at ordinary people who are flying moths to the flame?Who can underestimate the ordinary fate of a poor life.

Sigma smiled happily, and all his life was complete, until the end, the sky and the earth sang a lullaby for him.

The memory inheritance experiment has reached its final juncture. In the face of Verlaine's overwhelming combat power, no one can stop him. Goncharov gracefully stood in front of Fyodor, and no one can stop the god from descending on him.

Even if Dazai and Fyodor die together, it will be irreparable. Fyodor himself has passed on the plan to the whole rat of the house of death. After Fyodor's death, there is Goncharov. After all, all Dazai is nothing compared to the faith of a city.

If memory is to be passed on, unqualified brains must be screened out.As strong as Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, he cannot bear the long time of eternal life, nor can he bear the loneliness and inheritance of civilization in the future.After this catastrophe, all emotions will cease to exist, leaving only an empty civilization and a world that never dies.

The time is almost up, and according to the plan, someone will end everything.

There was nothing more he could do.

"Mr. Dazai!" Atsushi Nakajima rushed into the laboratory along the glass wall broken by Sigma, and Ango Sakaguchi's shout could be heard in the distance.

Yumeno Hisaku, who promised to be together forever, is smiling on the helicopter, Dazai is in a daze, 14 years have passed, his childhood playmate has not changed a bit, and the memory is revived in his mind, Dazai smiled and stretched out his hand, and walked straight to the unprotected height tower edge.

The young Dazai personally guided a god who disregarded human life. He was heavily in debt, so he couldn't face Kunikida's honest eyes, couldn't explain to Zhongya how big a mistake he had made, and couldn't return to Yokohama, where he was treated as a child. Big, there is no place to go back.

He could just walk away irresponsibly, with countless causes and effects in his heart, and the truth in his memory was even crueler than he imagined.

Dazai clearly knows how precious these civilizations and memories are. In the long history, some people spend their whole lives to maintain food and clothing, some people are rich and only care about their families, some people live poorly but care about the world, and some People only regard hatred as belief... What time can leave behind must not be fame, fortune, money and power, but the courage to bear karma that does not belong to oneself.

It is wrong to judge the past of human beings with a moral heart.

Dazai neither lost nor won, because life is not a game of chess, which cannot be subverted or careless.He killed countless people, and watched Sigma stand up to save him. A flood of memories flooded his brain, and Dazai was unable to think.

The effect of adrenaline faded, Dazai's eyes were dark, and he watched his former partners rush into the laboratory blankly.Nakajima Atsushi and his party saw that Dazai was not injured, and no one cared about a person who was just frightened. Everyone, including Misaki Naruto, went to rescue and fight.

Is he now a human being, a god, or does he not belong to the human world?

With a lot of strange memories, he was left in the world before he even had time to think about what he should do. Dazai's mind was about to explode. If Oda Tsukuru was still alive, Dazai still had a reason to subvert the world for one person. The fear that seems to be unique to newborns swept through his body, making every cell of him lose its vitality.

The end of life is death, Dazai can't think of an antonym for life, even this word is lonely.

"Dazai, Dazai!" Chuya patted his cheek, "Don't think about it, forget about those things, let's go home."

forget?Dazai looked at Chuya blankly.

No, no, only this guilt for the world and hatred for oneself cannot be handed over, no one can take it away, no one will give it, only this belongs to Osamu Dazai.

The sleeping Edgar Poe was carried away by his companions. Edgar, the future head of the family who lost his memory, once had a lovely younger brother, which became an eternal family secret.

"Brother, brother Ranpo..." Dazai smiled wryly. Whether it was 14 years ago or in the future, they will start again. No one will remember that Edgar Allan Poe was an apologetic brother, and no one will remember Ranpo Attracted by strong hardworking souls.

He broke free from Chuya's hand, and jumped down from the highest point with a smile.

God, please let me fall, please let a meteor with too many wishes return to the earth.

Later, Goncharov insisted that Dazai got lost in the confusion of being entangled with Verlaine, and no one noticed where he and Fyodor went.

The Venetian organization fell apart, and disappeared in that mysterious twilight together with the Memory Inheritance Project.On the long coastline of Venice, tourists once saw two thin teenagers walking by holding hands, their figures gradually faded away, and slowly disappeared before dawn.

The sky and the sea embrace each other to celebrate, Venice has the spring scenery with white clouds, the notes of the previous night, and the fragrance of turpentine, everything is like Fyodor's dream.

The inheritance of memory is a great miracle. After all, Dazai and Fei Jia chose to share all the memories in history together.Compared with a large number of injected memories, the memories of their life are too faint, and the fate that was once inseparable has become dull.

Xiyanhua has never seen the dawn of the next day, and they have never known the laws of the world's past and future.

And they are the only ones of the same kind in the world, they are connected by blood, and they will meet again eventually.

The headquarters of the Five Decays of Heaven in Moscow is as magnificent as ever. The previous leader was confirmed dead, and Sigma was confirmed to be shot in the chest. There is no possibility of survival. Even though the sky and the earth have changed colors, the sunflowers are still in full bloom.

Fyodor's influence in Moscow was completely cleaned up, and Gogol was finally able to step out of the headquarters building and become the second in command of the five evils with the greatest power.

The sun quietly fell on Miss O'Henry's oil painting, and Gogol looked back. The outside world had the freedom he couldn't get for four years, but it didn't have the aspirations of his heart.

Before the high-end leather boots set foot on the outside land, Gogol turned around and returned to the headquarters. He still had a lot of things to do, such as rectifying the five evils of heaven and man, such as... waiting for the fun-loving Sigma to return home all his life.

As long as there is someone who wants to love, happiness cannot be contained in a cage, and Gogol is a free bird.

Pushkin knelt allegiance to Moscow, willing to find his own belief after revenge, and guard the laughter of the countryside and fields.

Edgar Allan Poe, who was escorted by Fitzgerald, blushed and handed his own detective novel to Ranpo. This innocent and smart boy was a treasure that he would follow all his life.

Kyogoku Natsuhiko goes to chat with Ayatsuji pedestrians every day, and always hears a white-haired old man talking about his own son, a blond baby face with forest-colored eyes, born proud but fell in love with an old man for some reason, happy days are only two years old He lost his life.

Kenji bit the chow mein bread and bought it for the five children to try.But the handsome boy who was recuperating in the detective agency was always staring at the food in his hand, so greedy that he wanted to take a bite of everything.It is said that he was afraid that his family Mr. Gogol would beat him, so he stayed on all the time. Fortunately, Kenji didn't know as much as a three-year-old child.

Seeing that Qiming was silent for a long time when he learned of the news of his teacher's death, Tsujimura Fukatsuki simply took her back to live with him at home. They had to support each other to live longer, and only people in the world miss Ayatsuji Xingren.

André Gide took over the former territory of the Venetian organization. With a new staff officer Hisaku Yumeno, the new mimic organization is full of vigor.

Montgomery rebuilt the orphanage in Yokohama with the funds from the combined organization. She took care of her little kingdom like a real princess, and every child was no longer alone.

Miss O'Henry in Moscow wrote lightly. She could no longer remember Miss Anna's appearance. The past will not come back, and the unfinished portrait was thrown into the fireplace. Dancing on the rails.

Zhong also revives the port mafia, where rules and power are his place.

Slowly, the whole of Yokohama is gradually forgetting someone, and Chu also needs to record these thoughts every day, so as to leave the shadow of the most important person. This must be Dazai using drugs to erase everyone's memory, his partner has always been like this .

Regardless of atonement or pain, Dazai once again hid in an unknown corner.

Chuya will wait, Yokohama will wait, and wait for the day when he is willing to go home.

Yokohama, who is forever young and always vigorous, made a promise that if Dazai wanted Yokohama to forget the hero, they would also keep Dazai as a medal in their hearts.

After an unknown amount of time, the handsome young man in a crisp sand-colored coat and disheveled hair finally knocked on the door of the detective agency.

"Hi everyone - I'm Dazai Osamu, I'm 20 years old, please give me your advice!"

Kunikida's eyes were red, and suppressing the heat in his chest, he said, "I'm Kunikida, if you don't understand anything, just ask me."