As a coser, I am revising the script every day

In the end, as expected by Osamu Dazai, Verlaine agreed to his request and took away the documents he put on the table.

Seeing the back of Verlaine leaving, Dazai smiled lightly, and after he walked away completely, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and casually dialed the phone number of Chuya Zhongyuan: "Moses, Moses, the phone number Head, is it Chuya?"

Nakahara was also a little surprised, because although Dazai Osamu likes to tell him some things that are not necessary when he is on a mission with him, but when the two are separated, Dazai Osamu will generally not tell Nakahara Nakaya. The person on the phone, Zhong Yuan's eyebrows twitched, feeling something was wrong: "Do you want to say something to me?"

he asked cautiously.

Osamu Dazai just casually turned the swivel chair under him, and said with a smile, "Because I want to remind Chuya."

"Please don't go out recently, please."

·

The moonlight was heavy, and the scarlet blood soaked Osamu Dazai's leather shoes.

Osamu Dazai leaned against the door, his black coat hanging down softly, making his figure very slender, Atsushi Nakajima behind him approached him in a low voice, and asked him, "Mr. Dazai, where is this place?" ?”

He looked extremely young at this time, only seven or eight years old, curled up in a small ball beside Osamu Dazai, looking like a doll that Osamu Dazai stole from somewhere.

Deliberately took him to the shopping mall, watched Atsushi Nakajima choose white clothes between black clothes and white clothes, Dazai Osamu lowered his eyes, and saw the scarlet dyed on Atsushi Nakajima's snow-white shoes, He stretched out his hand towards Atsushi Nakajima, and said dangerously, "This is... the place where the devil king walks."

He looks like this, hiding in the darkness, terrifying like a ghost, with gloomy iris-colored eyes that are deep and beautiful.

The ignorant Atsushi Nakajima stretched out his hand to hold Dazai Osamu's fingers. Dazai Osamu's fingers were very delicate, with clear phalanges and a beautiful cold white color, but it felt a little cold to the touch, but Nakajima Atsushi reluctantly used his own small fingers to hold them. He held half of Dazai Osamu's hand, and said with difficulty: "The devil? What is that?"

Osamu Dazai, who wanted to scare people, was stopped by the question instead. He paused for a while, feeling the warm touch in his hands, as if he had squeezed soft cotton candy.

This kind of touch was novel, but it made Osamu Dazai feel uncomfortable. He let go of his hand and said, "Is it a casual existence that can make Nakajima-kun lose his life?"

After Nakajima Atsushi heard it, he glanced behind him.

He and Osamu Dazai are now standing in front of a clubhouse. The once resplendent clubhouse can still be vaguely seen, with crooked light signs, and crystal chandeliers that fell from the ceiling and smashed to pieces on the ground. In this gloomy night, The undulating objects inside can only be seen through the obscure night sky.

Atsushi Nakajima easily recognized that it was a human body part.

He asked Osamu Dazai, "Then were they killed by the Demon King?"

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, and said, "Yes, but this is a secret that cannot be shared with others. Will Nakajima-kun help me keep this secret?"

Atsushi Nakajima glanced inside again, and the endless killing atmosphere shrouded it. In this obscure night, he couldn't get a glimpse of the whole picture of the corpses. He could only peek a little bit from the blood everywhere. , those ongoing tragedies.

His ignorant and clear eyes reflected the blood-stained scene, he raised his head to meet Dazai Osamu's smiling eyes, and nodded slightly.

"Okay, I will."

·

This is one chip after another thrown at Verlaine.

When Verlaine bit the fishhook thrown by Osamu Dazai again and again, Osamu Dazai had already foreseen that Verlaine would bow his head to him. ,

After everything was settled, he deliberately sent Chuya away, and blatantly walked into the basement of the port mafia.

In the dim dungeon, only a beam of dim light shone in through the skylight, falling on this top-notch beauty whose hands and feet were bound.

His long shiny orange hair spread all over his side, Verlaine opened his eyes, looked at Osamu Dazai who was slowly walking towards him, his blue eyes seemed to see through everything: "You should You have already got everything you want, why do you still come to me?"

Osamu Dazai chuckled and placed a hat in front of him.

It wasn't a particularly gorgeous hat, but under the brim, a romantic French name was lightly outlined with a golden thread.

lanbor.

Osamu Dazai said: "I asked someone to find this at Rimbaud's home. He once came to Japan and ordered a hat. It is said that he searched all over Yokohama on purpose at that time, and all the craftsmen told him He, there is no way to make such a handicraft, only a craftsman said, I can make the kind of hat you want."

"It's a pity because the material inside is really special, so..." Osamu Dazai smiled, and when Verlaine's real eyes fell on the hat in his hand, he took it back playfully, "After Rimbaud's death , that craftsman made this hat."

"Because he didn't wait for his owner for a long time, this hat has been left in his shop."

After telling everything, Osamu Dazai, who noticed that Verlaine's eyes had begun to become anxious, put his hat on his head softly, and asked softly, "Can you tell me? Dear Mr. Verlaine, why did Rimbaud I would rather spend such a lot of time and effort to make such a hat, oh no."

When Osamu Dazai said this, he couldn't help but smile.

He was born extremely handsome, and after the age of 17, his immature face became extraordinarily elegant and restrained. When wearing this top hat, he seemed like an elegant gentleman. He said, "Should I call you at this time? Why, Monsieur Arthur Rimbaud?"

Verlaine's salivating eyes on the hat stopped completely after Dazai said the name. He looked at Dazai and said strangely: "You are the second person with such intelligence I have ever seen."

His tone was very emotional, Dazai Osamu said: "It seems that the first person with such intelligence must have a bad end."

Verlaine nodded directly, and he said: "Yes, that person created me, created such a manuscript for creating monsters, and finally died under Attil's hands, without a chance to escape."

Osamu Dazai asked curiously, "Would the person who created you be killed so easily?"

Verlaine heard the inquiry in his hands, and he smiled idiotically: "I didn't kill him, he was killed by himself."

"...What do you mean?" Osamu Dazai suddenly lowered his gaze.

Verlaine just looked at the hat on his head, and said in a low voice, "Give me the hat."

Osamu Dazai took off the hat logically, put it on Verlaine's head casually, and said with a smile, "Is it okay now?"

Verlaine avoided Dazai Osamu's hand, raised his hand and took the hat off his head, as if stroking his lover's hand, and recounted the story in a low voice: "I was on a mission When I met Rimbaud."

"At that time, the Faun was still manipulating me. He marveled at Rimbaud's beauty through my eyes. He wanted to occupy such beauty."

"That's when I discovered that my creator seemed to have changed, or in other words, had to change."

Dazai's eyes froze.

"No." At this point, Verlaine refuted himself first, "It should be said that he foresaw his own death in advance."

·

As a miracle created by the God of Mu, for a long time, it was Verlaine who accompanied God of Mu.

He is the killing tool of Mu Shen, and also the eyes of Mu Shen to see the outside world.

Because of this, when Mu Shen became interested in Rimbaud, Verlaine found out immediately that he was puzzled.

The Faun is ruthless, and Verlaine is the number one spy.

This person seemed to have no material desires since he was born in the world. This is what Verlaine heard from a person in the laboratory. For nearly ten years, he and Mu Shen witnessed the birth of Verlaine.

Verlaine didn't comment on his remarks, because on the second day, he saw the Mu Shen walking out of that person's room covered in blood.

The proud and indifferent eyebrows were stained with blood, and the green eyes of the shepherd looked at Verlaine, and said: "If it is not necessary, please don't pry into my selfish desires, I remember, I have never issued an order in your brain, Instructions to spy on my selfish desires."

Verlaine ordered that from now on, no other person would appear in their laboratory. The Faun would occasionally ask Verlaine to take a look at the French sky instead of him, and then buy a bag of croissants from the corner of the Champs-Elysees Avenue.

Just as he pushed the door and went out, Verlaine ran into a man with long black hair. The man was wearing a well-fitting windbreaker and shirt, and was wearing a brown scarf. When he collided with Verlaine, Verlaine smelled super cedar smell.

The person who bumped into him apologized slightly to him, and met Verlaine unexpectedly.

At that moment, Verlaine seemed to be caught in a sea of ​​innocence.

He had never met this man before, and it was only the first time he met him, so his heart was moved.

But Verlaine, who is a robot, knows that he does not have the condition of being moved, the only possibility is the creator behind him, Mu Shen.

He was fascinated by this man.

So, as the work of a shepherd, Verlaine approached him and knew his name, Arthur Rimbaud.

Knowing that he likes to walk under the plane trees on the Champs Elysees Avenue, knowing that he is the top transcendent in France, knowing that this man with outstanding appearance also has outstanding abilities.

In an accident, no, Verlaine still doesn't think it was an accident. He always thinks it was a premeditated arrangement. He was discovered by Arthur Rimbaud. He is not an ordinary human being.

Arthur Rimbaud followed his background and touched the body of the Faun. In the laboratory, he met the Faun who had seen the sun for a long time.

Mu Shen's long silver hair reached the ground, and his emerald green eyes fell on Arthur Rimbaud briskly, and he spoke words that Verlaine had never heard from Mu Shen's mouth.

God Mu looked at Arthur Rimbaud affectionately, and said: "Under the guidance of fate, I finally met you, my destined person, Arthur Rimbaud."

Arthur Rimbaud killed the Faun without accident, and Verlaine stood beside Arthur Rimbaud, watching his creator take his last breath.

Before dying, Verlaine was 100% sure that there was no problem with his vision.

The dying Faun smiled lightly at him, the smile on his lips was just like the smile Verlaine saw on the day he was born.

Verlaine followed Arthur Rimbaud to his faction in France, and after successfully having a sponsor and completing several tasks well, he became a transcendent in France.

On the day of his birth, he received a hat made by Arthur Rimbaud.

His proud and dust-free relatives and friends held the hat and said to Verlaine: "This is a gift from me."

Verlaine asked: "Hat, why did you give me a hat?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "This is some information I found in the Handbook of the Faun, from which I found a hat made of special materials for you, which can suppress your abilities and prevent them from bursting out all the time. "

Verlaine only heard this.

Verlaine slammed the door and left, leaving Arthur Rimbaud holding his hat in place.

This was the first time that Verlaine refused Arthur Rimbaud's request after being rescued by Arthur Rimbaud.

·

In the end, after several twists and turns, this hat finally returned to Verlaine's hands, even though...it wasn't the original one.

Osamu Dazai said, "So you think that Mu Shen is not really dead?"

Verlaine raised his eyes with a smile, and looked at Dazai Zhi: "There should be no one who understands this matter better than you, Dazai-kun."

Osamu Dazai heard what he meant, the smile on his lips fell slowly, and he said: "No wonder Chu can't beat you, you are much, much smarter than Zhong. "

"At this time, should I call you Verlaine, or...Mr. Verlaine who has the memory of the Mu Shen?"

Verlaine closed his eyes lazily, holding the hat in his hand, and said softly: "I am nobody, the time that belongs to me is long gone."

"Now that the fate is in your hands, you who knew the future destiny early on."

"Do you choose to be a ignorant ant, or choose to be forcibly twisted to correct the ending of the story?"

"Dazai-kun who has no omissions in his calculations."

作者有话要说：谢谢观看。感谢在2021-08-2504:41:13~2021-08-2606:55:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Mu ∮ has become a boat; 3 bottles of Mu Yu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!