Fumino Tatsuya Venice Coast

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The memories of the four people put together a complete and vivid Dazai, just like a puzzle, from the clingy little dumpling in Poe's memory when he was four years old, to the obsession with Oda Saku in Gide's memory that killed him all his life The suffering broom star, and then the 16-year-old staff officer who had just escaped from the battlefield in Ranpo's memory, and the young officer of the West Point Military Academy who would get angry with his teacher in Kyogoku Xia Yan's memory, and finally returned to the Armed Detective Agency as an undercover agent. ...

What a turbulent and praiseworthy life this is, Fyodor is only surprised. If Dazai has such an experience, he can definitely be used as a container to inherit all the memories in history. I still need to fit the experimental body.

At that time, he and Dazai will share these memories and become the same kind with knowledge and common beliefs in this cruel world, and they will never be separated again.

"He won't hurt you," Verlaine leaned against the wall, "Dazai, come out."

Dazai suddenly jumped up from behind a chair and punched Fei Jia in the direction of Fei Jia. The opponent turned half a circle to avoid Dazai's arm. The two guns were pointed at Poe and Ranpo respectively. The bullets were loaded. Without the slightest hesitation, he shot directly.

Normal people have a time lag when shooting with both hands. Fyodor is obviously right-handed. Dazai took three steps back and leaned forward. The bullet passed through the boy's shoulder blade, and the ballistic trajectory deviated and concentrated on Poe's helmet.

Another bullet fired at Ranbu was unavoidable. Fyodor knew that Dazai would never use his vital parts to block the bullet. Fyodor had already calculated that the shoulder blade and ankle would completely lose his mobility. In the middle, Verlaine will not step forward during the gun battle, and Fyodor only treats Dazai as a small punishment.

And Dazai rushed directly towards Fyodor without any scruples. The leader of the House of Death caught off guard at that moment, saw the bullet fired at Ranpo brushing Ranpo's cheek, and did not hit the target.

There was a crisp landing sound accompanied by Fyodor's muffled groan as he fell to the ground. Before Dazai had time to check, he immediately grabbed the pistol and quickly shot backhand!

But when the trigger was pulled, the expected recoil did not appear. Verlaine's blade came faster, and the gun broke into two halves. Dazai was knocked unconscious in Fyodor's arms before he could dodge in time.

"As expected of my brother Chuya's partner," Verlaine couldn't help smiling, "Rimbaud taught me this trick, and it's actually useful."

Fyodor got up from the ground in shock, rubbed Dazai who had calmed down, and sucked the hairy back of his undercover staff officer.

"It's okay." Fyodor seemed to be hugging his dear brother, "Dazai, we just gave an injection, and it doesn't hurt."

It was clearly an act in Poe's memory, and Verlaine couldn't help but stop it. Fyodor must have been afraid, so he didn't dare to reveal his original appearance.

It's too late.

Fyodor gently but firmly injected nearly 20 years of civilization and memory into Dazai's brain. Unlike Feiya who had struggled violently, Dazai shrank into a small ball, so pale and well-behaved.

"Sleep well." Fyodor bent down, wanting to kiss this similar boy.

He was held by the hand.

It was Dazai who opened his black eyes, and there was infinite tenderness and compassion in those eyes.

"I remembered everything," Dazai smiled. "It was me who designed and arranged everything before I was six years old. I pulled out the memory and put it into the memory injection of this civilization. I don't hesitate to use my organs to make you fall into the trap of me." Attachment, step by step induce the best experimental products to enter the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, and form a connection with the Venetian organization."

Dazai stood up, looking down at the bewildered Fei Jia with a soul full of coercion.

"You did a good job," Dazai said coldly, "every step is exactly as I expected when I was six years old."

Lightning pierced the sky, illuminating Fyodor's pale face.