Started with a green hat for Verlaine

In this missed time, only to enjoy the afternoon tea party, Baudelaire asked the last question before sending the students away: "Artille, do you have anything to prove your acquaintance before?"

Arthur Rimbaud subconsciously touched the position of the wedding ring, and refused to take off his gloves under the sight of Baudelaire.

He went out wearing gloves, covering up his characteristics as "Lantang" and "Rimbaud".

"Teacher, I have a wedding ring on my hand, but I didn't bring the love ring."

"what about others?"

"Have."

Arthur Rimbaud hid the hand wearing the wedding ring of the famous French brand behind his back, and tried his best to be natural, so as not to be seen by the teacher. He did not dare to bet that the teacher knew the meaning of this brand.

Once in a lifetime ring.

Symbolizes once in a lifetime love.

He is very embarrassed, and it is also a bad thing that his and Qiu Ye's visions match too much.

Fortunately, Baudelaire didn't delve into it. It's just a ring, which only shows that Ma Shengqiu also knows how to deceive people.

Arthur Rimbaud said in a low voice: "During the time when I lost my memory, Shuya drew a portrait of me and wrote the fragments of a collection of poems for me. The teacher can send someone to search my home in Japan. "He is no stranger to the means of French intelligence personnel, and his eyebrows and eyes are still proud, "There is no doubt about Qiuya's feelings for me."

He should be proud, even though he lost his memory, he has found someone who will accompany him for a lifetime in Japan, which is better than many colleagues.

Ma Shengqiu's love for him also gave the blank Lan Tang the backbone to stand upright.

Meanwhile, let Arthur Rimbaud be captured by a new love.

Go forward.

The world is wonderful.

He didn't lose his strength due to amnesia for too long, and became a canary. Ma Shengqiu also helped him recover his supernatural powers, and personally released the shackles that trapped Lantang, and returned to France for him to find relatives and friends.

"Teacher, don't hate Qiu Ye, he is really a good man."

When Arthur Rimbaud talked about Qiuya, his eyes burst into an extremely pure look that did not match his identity and age.

No spy agent would believe in pure love.

That is the feeling that belongs to Lantang.

"People can't choose their own birth. I feel lucky that I am a French person with supernatural abilities. Qiu is not a person with supernatural abilities. It is not his fault. He has achieved the limit that ordinary human beings can reach." Arthur Rimbaud Slowly said, "When my ability was out of control, I thought I killed him and wanted to commit suicide. Qiu Ye, who was so weak and unable to resist, rushed over when I chose to commit suicide. His hands were cut off and saved me."

What Arthur Rimbaud remembers most is the incident of being Lantang, lying on the ground of the overpass, letting the people in the "brain hell" treat him maliciously, trembling with fear and not daring to take any action.

The ultimate trust allowed him to survive safely in a world where he had nothing and his body was cold.

He believes that Qiu is alive, and Qiu will try his best to save him, so he can't have any resistance, the slightest resistance may make him hurt the person who loves him deeply.

"Teacher, I can't describe my feelings."

"For a moment, I am luckier than becoming a powerful transcendent."

"I know that I am no longer alone. After death, I will not be a simple tombstone of a spy. I will always be accompanied by someone. I don't need to engrave any words on my tombstone, only his name needs to be left."

"How could anyone in this world—"

"You take me so seriously."

Arthur Rimbaud told the most romantic things about human beings in calm and clear French.

Even though he had left the Paris Commune, Baudelaire still stood on the steps, watching the invisible students, and Arthur Rimbaud's words full of happiness echoed in his ears.

Under the setting sun at dusk, Baudelaire was quite seldom lost.

People in their 40s don't believe in love anymore.

This kind of enthusiasm and love can only happen when you are young and impulsive, exhausting the little blood in your heart.

"Attil, if this is true... how wonderful it would be."

His hands dropped.

More helplessness towards the world.

The French man tapped the phone with his slender and cold fingers, edited the information and sent it to someone in Japan.

[Victor, the new task request, find the ring that Aso Qiuya and Attil were in love with, and the portrait he drew for Attil, I need to verify the process of their acquaintance. 】

After a while, Victor Hugo gave the received reply.

This requirement is not difficult.

Victor Hugo, who is in Yokohama, Japan, has bought a lot of souvenirs, figures of the Port Mafia, publications by Akiya Aso and Arthur Rimbaud, and is sitting in the hotel enjoying the joy of traveling.

Victor Hugo didn't think there was anything wrong with Esmeralda. The more he knew about this person, the better he was. Like a pearl hidden in the gravel, sooner or later someone would dig out its hidden luster. It's normal for students in Seoul to be tempted by Esmeralda.

Even himself, isn't he amazed by Esmeralda's noble character and outstanding wisdom?

He is obviously the leader of the port mafia, but he has fulfilled the government's duty to develop the city!

Yokohama City.

It is the territory laid down by Esmeralda!

From a Japanese clerk whose parents both died, without supernatural powers, all the way to the top of the underworld organization where force is paramount, the wisdom required for this is known.

Victor Hugo closed the novel: "If there were no supernatural powers in this world, he must be better."

Esmeralda in the supernatural world is far more real than reality.

"Her" smile is transparent and free.

Unlike returning to Notre Dame de Paris, the elegant and decent black-haired young man seemed to have a dark light in his eyes, and the blood-stained evil spirit and deliberately restrained gentleness formed another self.

According to Baudelaire's request, Victor Hugo unhurriedly went to the villa of Aso Akiya's family.

Edogawa Ranpo did not go home to stop him.

As if he didn't know that there were always outsiders in his home, Edogawa Ranbu sat by the window of the office on the fourth floor of the Armed Detective Agency. The sitting posture was a little dangerous, with his legs dangling, blowing the wind, and looking in the direction of his home.

A home without a family is nothing more than a house worth a lot in money terms.

"Are Qiuya and Mr. Lantang not willing to come back until Mr. Ranpo's birthday?"

"Master Ranpo is almost 20 years old."

Edogawa randomly grabbed the white-haired Chinchilla, which was slumped into a cat cake on his legs. He lost a little weight and shed a little hair. No matter how good the cat is at the detective agency, he still misses its owner.

"Long'er is also five years old."

"You are the happiest, and we will accompany you until your old age. You don't have to care about anything, just eat and drink."

"I really want to be a cat in Qiuya's family, so I can stop working!"

behind.

Oda Sakunosuke made a calm voice: "Mr. Ranpo, cats must be neutered."

Edogawa Ranpo: "..."

Long Er looked at him with a world-weary face, as if mocking: I was sterilized.

Edogawa was furious, hateful, isn't it just sterilization?It's not that Master Ranpo can't...!

Integrating into the worldview of normal people through writing, Ranpo Edogawa could no longer pretend that he was a pure child, so he turned his head and glared at Sakunosuke Oda.

"Oda, you are an idiot! Idiot!"

"Well, compared to Ranpo-kun, I'm not a smart person, but I'm still a little far from being an idiot."

"I said yes, no objection!"

"Ok."

Natural stay is not terrible.

A natural fool who can save people and kill people is even more terrifying.

Oda Sakunosuke did not let go of the dark part, which means that he will always remember that he was sent to prison to eat sugar bibimbap, and one of the killer's professional qualities: hold grudges.

He can't kill Edogawa Ranpo, he can only occasionally remind Ranpo how to be a normal person.

So, because of his "nosy", their relationship has had ups and downs.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was relieved to see it.

On Fukuzawa Yukichi's desk was a book that was partially blocked by documents, and the title of "School Beauty" could be vaguely seen. He held up a rough Japanese-style teacup, drank the good tea that he could afford with his salary, and sighed. road.

"School belle, killer, bodyguard...all were hit by Mr. Qiuye."

"Not bad though."

Everyone will always make mistakes, how to go on the right path and learn to make up is the key.

In a luxurious villa with a beautiful and secluded environment.

Victor Hugo searched around in Qiuya’s study room, but failed to find the portraits, but found a few graffiti that looked like children’s works, and smiled knowingly, “The children in Esmeralda’s family are quite naughty. "

Afterwards, Victor Hugo stopped at the door of the master bedroom on the second floor, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

"Sorry, I had to enter your room."

He turned the doorknob.

The French-style bedroom comes into view. The cozy big bed has tidy sheets, neatly arranged pillows, thick wool carpets under the feet, and a cat climbing frame and cat litter beside the bed.

Calendars, photo frames, wedding photos, thermos cups, and traces of the two people's living are all over the room.

Victor Hugo also found many care products in the drawer.

"Attil's life is so exquisite."

Stopping and walking, the red-haired man opened the corner of the curtain of the master bedroom to look outside. The floor-to-ceiling windows faced the garden. There were no roses and roses in October, and there were clusters of vibrant hibiscus blooming in the garden.

"If the windows are opened for ventilation, the residents can still smell the fragrance of flowers in the garden."

Enjoy flowers and cats, write poems, talk about elegant things, and grow old with your lover here.

Anyway, spies with special abilities cannot live such a good life.

Victor Hugo commented on Attil's living standard from his point of view, and now he has something to chat with Charles. explain--

【You must not know how well Attil lived in Japan. 】

These are things that cannot be satisfied by mere material.

Spiritual wealth is real wealth. Arthur Rimbaud is better than a teacher who spends money like water.

Victor Hugo had no trouble finding the ring and portrait that Arthur Rimbaud cherished.

There are actually two old rings?

He is sour.

He recalled that he gave to his passionate lover, and he would not give too many personal items that would make him sad when they broke up.

"Which one should I bring back to Charles?" Victor Hugo smiled, chose one of the two, and took the newer jewelry box, "When Charles finishes checking the ring they have the best relationship with, then mention another one to me." An early ring."

Victor Hugo certainly knew how to make Esmeralda feel good.

"Hey, is this a painting for Attil?" He went to look at the treasured portrait in his hand, a hand-painted character pattern on a piece of A4 paper. handwriting.

——[Dedicated to you in my heart. 】

In the portrait, a Frenchman with long blond hair is dressed in a formal dress, with Gaulish blue eyes and a high spirits.

Just looking at the portrait, you can tell that the other party is extroverted.

If it weren't for the traces of Arthur Rimbaud in the facial features and appearance, no one who knew Arthur Rimbaud would think that the other party was such a person. The melancholy and indifferent Attil was the common impression of relatives and friends.

Victor Hugo smiled unconsciously: "Esmeralda's painting skills are not good, the colors are not similar, and the spirit is not similar. How did you draw a man who looks like Verlaine's Attil?"

In his memory, Paul Verlaine had a rare divine temperament, unrestrained and enthusiastic.

The "Son of the Sun" cast by the sun and waves.

His face changed.

The Arthur Rimbaud I knew had black hair and green eyes, how could it be blond and blue eyes?

How can there be such a coincidence in the world, especially Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud have exchanged names, both of them are "Rimbaud", and both of them came to Japan eight years ago!

It's impossible... It's impossible that Paul Verlaine knew Ma Shengqiu by the name of "Rimbaud", and Ma Shengqiu had never met him in person, so he mistakenly thought that Arthur Rimbaud who lost his memory was that person?

Victor Hugo lost his mind, and indirectly grasped the key point of the problem. After leaving the villa, he hurriedly contacted his friend: "Charles, have you checked the black hat last time?"

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire replied: "I have checked, there is no problem."

Victor Hugo was relieved: "That's good."

Charles Pierre Baudelaire sneered quietly: "Yes, the black hat is Verlaine's personal item. It records the information that he shot Attil in the back. There is indeed no problem."

Victor Hugo's expression cracked.

After a few seconds, Victor Hugo exclaimed: "What are you talking about? How could the black hat belong to Verlaine! It has Rimbaud's name on it?!"

Charles Pierre Baudelaire made lightning associations, and his tone suddenly turned cold.

"Victor, take a picture of the portrait for me."

"..."

"Hurry up! This matter involves Attil's future!"

"...Charles...you...be prepared, the portrait is a little different from what you imagined."

Victor Hugo really didn't want to take pictures, but Baudelaire strongly urged him, so he could only put the portrait in front of the phone and take a photo with not too high a pixel.

Baudelaire's rapid gasp came from the voice of the phone.

Is this "a little bit different"?

The person in the portrait is not wearing a black hat, but in terms of the color of their hair and eyes, they can be seen as two people.

Baudelaire wanted to tear up this Victor Hugo who spoke for Aso Qiuya. I have seen someone who speaks nonsense with his eyes open, but he has never seen someone who pretends to be a deer, "Victor, open your eyes and show me , Does the person on the portrait look like Paul Verlaine, or my student Arthur Rimbaud!"

Victor Hugo hesitated and said in a flickering manner, "Like... Arthur Rimbaud with dyed blond hair."

Victor Hugo finally said it smoothly: "The two are partners, and it's normal for their styles to be similar."

Baudelaire dropped the phone angrily.

"Victor Hugo, get the hell out of here, and I'll arrange the best eye examination in the country for you right away!"

"And the ring—!"

"Bring back their rings!"

……

If you don't let people come back, Victor Hugo will turn his back on him! ! !