Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Tomorrow is Arthur Rimbaud's birthday.

The moment of human birth usually represents the blessing of parents and the protection of national laws.

Oh, none of these non-humans.

Paul Verlaine returned to Paris from a certain city in France, he was a little restless, his footsteps were fast and slow, and his figure was evading surveillance.He investigated Arthur Rimbaud's past, and suddenly felt an interest in going out for a walk. He couldn't leave France, so he went to Arthur Rimbaud's long-abandoned hometown.

That was the only place where Arthur Rimbaud didn't talk to him carefully, vaguely.

He looked at the elderly parents and other relatives of his relatives and friends, as well as his ex-girlfriend, a French village girl, who he had talked with when he was young, which was enough to put his eyes on relatives and friends whom he laughed loudly in the past.

But it is such a person who has the courage to leave his hometown, abandon his family, and join the cause of the motherland.

Paul Verlaine felt uncomfortable.

Especially that family, whose surname is "Verlaine", as if relatives and friends gave him his family background.

"They have long forgotten you," thought Paul Verlaine, "no one remembers your birthday, maybe your teacher does, but no one celebrates you, you are dead, partly burned, burnt Ash... Mister Baudelaire doesn't even know the exact place where you died."

"Your birthday is as meaningless as your death day."

"The war is peaceful, France has no shortage of transcendents, and supernatural spies can't take the turn of transcendents. Even I, the spy who steals information, has switched to being an assassin."

"The things you left in this world..."

"Only my name remains."

The light smile on Paul Verlaine's face faded away, just like a child who knows a secret, he will feel the unique taste and lose interest because he cannot tell it.

Originally, he had a black hat given by Arthur Rimbaud eight years ago, but unfortunately lost it.

He seldom regretted it. Losing his hat was one of them, not for the reason of "birthday gift". Arthur Rimbaud gave him a hat and gave him a bottle of red wine. The ring of supernatural metal sewn into the hat became a scarce commodity and was sealed up by the French government, so I couldn't get it myself.

That supernatural metal originated from his creator, the "Fun God", which helped him defend against external orders. After the death of "The Faun", Paul Verlaine really didn't know where to find the second piece.

Grab the French government's inventory?

Doesn't this mean that you don't want to be controlled and intend to betray the government?

Paul Verlaine touched his neck, feeling that he was not passionate about living, so he would not seek death.

"I'll get that book back."

"Burning it to you, it's like I'm sharing my reading works with you."

"You always don't understand me so well, you think too well of me...you are so self-righteous."

The "Assassin King" of the European supernatural world is wearing a white suit jacket, with slender legs, and the suit pants are slightly taut as he walks, revealing a bohemian temperament in his elegance.

He headed for the apartment on the Rue Jacques.

On the way, he strolled around the bookstore as usual, but found no new works by "Jean Nicolas".

Oh, and there are no works by "readers".

These writers are far less diligent than in the past. I heard that the reason is because they are together?Boring love, compared to falling in love, isn't it more fulfilling to write works that surprise the world?

Paul Verlaine flipped through Balzac's old works and got tired of it.

Fortunately, detective novels have become popular among the British, and they can barely read one or two. There are also some new-generation novel writers in Japan, whose writing style is immature, not comparable to the sophistication of "readers" who have been writing for many years.

After buying a novel, Paul Verlaine greeted the waiter who knew him. In fact, he didn't remember the other person's worth remembering at all. The brain's memory is too good for him to forget.Always impressing others, Mr. Verlaine, who was as lonely as a voyage on the sea, finished his bill and left the bookstore he frequented with a smile without sincerity.

He froze at the door of the apartment, the door key was inserted in the lock but he couldn't turn it.

Twisted several times on both sides.

The strength is so great that the key can be broken.

Paul Verlaine stared at the key in his hand in confusion, it was the right one, "Is it rusty?"

With a wave of his hand, he cut off the lock with the finely controlled "gravity", and pushed the door to enter.

A brand new apartment appears.

The dust is gone, the dust cover is gone, the floor has been carefully repaired, waxed, smooth and reflective, and the European-style windows have been opened to let in the wind and dissipate the musty smell.

Decaying apartment rooms are given "life".

He seemed to have lost his expression, his face was cold, and he suddenly looked at the door lock. It wasn't that the lock cylinder was faulty, but that someone had changed the door lock of the apartment.

This is the place he abandoned, but others cannot touch the last place in his heart.

"Who did it?!"

Colleagues?Political enemy?Or the neighbors who took money from certain people and thought they were "kind"?

Paul Verlaine's blue eyes were filled with a cold light.

After half an hour.

Paul Verlaine found out about Baudelaire through the clues of the cleaners, because the "rich man" who asked people to clean the room said that this was the former residence of his students.

He asked with a soft smile, "Mr. Baudelaire, why did you move my apartment?"

The coldness seems to be transmitted by radio.

The other end of the mobile phone is connected to the work mobile phone of the leader of the Paris Commune.

Baudelaire had dinner from Arthur Rimbaud, and he was very comfortable with Paul Verlaine. Before he got the black hat, he would only choke Paul Verlaine. The emotions Verlaine read when he shot Arthur Rimbaud, he was able to calm down with this junior.

Verlaine has love for Attil, and resentment arises because of love, which is something no one expected.

This point, I am afraid that the other party will not be able to detect it.

If he didn't have expectations, how could a transcendent want to betray his partner by relying on a pistol? This kind of thing is weaker than a stone on the side of the road, and can only attack people who are not guarded against him.

"I miss Attil. I asked someone to clean the apartment I haven't lived for a long time. Do you have any opinions? If you don't want to take care of this house, give me the real estate, and I will keep the apartment as it is." Baudelaire is a student Lie, and asked softly, "Tomorrow is Attil's birthday, do you have any presents for him?"

"..." Paul Verlaine was silent for a moment, and asked, "Where is my book?"

Baudelaire said: "I took it for now."

"I don't want it anymore, you can burn it to him." Paul Verlaine hung up his phone.

Baudelaire raised his eyebrows.

The little ghost just can't hold his breath, he thinks he is ruthless, but he is merciful everywhere.

"The real betrayal of a person is to destroy all traces of his life, so that everyone will forget him, and no one can mention him, including himself."

"Paul Verlaine."

Speaking of the name that once belonged to the student, Baudelaire held the ending in his throat,

Inadvertently, he burped in an inelegant way.

Esmeralda's cooking skills are still very good, and she is a top-notch expert in taking care of people.

It is a tradition for masters and apprentices to eat soft meals.

……

Thanks to Baudelaire, the negativity in Paul Verlaine increased.

For Baudelaire, he has always been hostile. If it were not for various reasons that prevented him from taking action against Baudelaire, the person he most wanted to kill would be the other party.

Because of this man who saw through his control, he was brainwashed by the French government.

And because of the death of Arthur Rimbaud, he was monitored when he returned to his country, and he was doubled as the punishment for failing the mission. The supernatural metal that was at his fingertips was taken away by the other party and sealed up in the secret base of the French government.He has lost the help of supernatural metal and Arthur Rimbaud, and he cannot guarantee that his thoughts are free and not influenced by others. There may be orders from the outside world in his spiritual thinking.

For example, you must return home after completing your mission.

Paul Verlaine could not find the handwriting of Arthur Rimbaud recording his work during his lifetime, which meant that he did not know where Arthur Rimbaud put the leftover supernatural metal from making the hat.

Leaving the apartment, Paul Verlaine was walking in Paris at night. One side of his bangs covered his emotions in one eye, leaving his left eye clear blue, touching and soul-stirring, as if the light blue sky refused to communicate with the sea. .France is easy to produce beauties, but walking on the street, there are still very few top beauties with their own characteristics.

There is another unspeakable factor why the transcendents of the world are famous.

They are all stunningly beautiful.

God endowed them with a beauty that is not inferior to strength, and the soul and skin exude a charming light.

Paul Verlaine passed all kinds of people on the road, and an unknown number of people stopped and looked back at him, secretly admiring the "Assassin King" in the European supernatural world.He was in two different worlds, the one that once had Arthur Rimbaud.

Katrin Potts is also part of the group that looks back at the blonde beauty.

She held her heart.

Today is her lucky day. In the first step, she met Mr. Lantang's family and got the opportunity to go to the Paris Commune to awaken her supernatural powers. In the second step, she met a rare French transcendent in the crowd.

"I saw him again, Mr. Transcendent who is like a god."

Taking a closer look, she found the place where Paul Verlaine was walking, and stopped trying to follow.

That would be impolite and annoying.

"Hatter shop?"

She questioned quietly.

Paul Verlaine stumbled into the ordinary handmade cloakroom shop by accident and investigated the shop himself, where Arthur Rimbaud ordered a black hat for him.Later, he found out that it was meaningless. There was no remaining supernatural metal in the store's hands, and all of them were taken away by the cautious Arthur Rimbaud.

A small handmade cloakroom.

Arthur Rimbaud loves it, saying it's well thought out and retro.

Paul Verlaine's fingers ran over the hats on the display rack, which came in many styles and colors, and the ribbons tied on the hats also had colorful fabrics.

Inside the store is an old craftsman sitting in front of the sewing machine, seeing Paul Verlaine admiring things, but not picking up any hats, shaking his head and sighing to the young people who like fashion items now, "Classic has a time-tested style. Beautiful, classic-shaped hats are a kind of cultural and artistic precipitation, and such personal items can easily carry a person's feelings and living history."

Verlaine, who had just come in for a stroll, hesitated.

emotion……

He wants it.

Paul Verlaine picked up a similar black hat. He was not very satisfied. It was not as good as the one made back then. "But the hat that belongs to me was lost by me. Can you restore it?"

The time when Paul Verlaine was able to submit the order, and even the name that Arthur Rimbaud placed the order.

However, the store owner lost the manual records from eight years ago.

It cannot be recovered without drawings.

The veteran craftsman was helpless, and said to Paul Verlaine, who was suspected of being an old customer, "If there are photos, I will know what kind of hat you are talking about."

Paul Verlaine's lips moved, his eyes flickered, "Maybe... there is..."

There are pictures of him and Arthur Rimbaud on old mobile phones, and he was wearing a hat on his 19th birthday, and was photographed by relatives and friends celebrating his birthday.There is another "advantage" of custom-made hats. Except for him and his relatives and friends, no one knows that he has worn hats, so there is no need to worry about someone thinking that he has no more love.

The old craftsman saw him hurry away.

Shortly after.

Paul Verlaine found an old mobile phone in another residence where he was resident.

The quality is very good, and it was once joked that it can be used as a brick board.

He charged the phone, waited and waited, and turned it on successfully, but the French government didn't shut it down for him. It seems that the welfare is really good.Before he could look for the photos in the album, he found a missed call on his phone.

"Who called my cell phone?"

Paul Verlaine was alert.

Looking at the time, it was a call from two months ago, in the morning of early August.

He tried to call back, but he didn't get through. It turned out to be a fake number that had been disguised.

"The number is fake, and the mailing address is probably fake."

Paul Verlaine gave up his time-wasting behaviour.

For some reason, he felt uneasy. Not many people knew this phone number, and it had been abandoned long ago.

He stared at the old phone for a moment, unable to figure out who it was, or maybe he was afraid to guess an answer.His fingers sluggishly opened the album, and all kinds of photos that could not be circulated were stored in it.

He habitually skipped over those photos and found a photo of himself neatly dressed and wearing a black hat.

At the age of 19, his appearance has not changed much from now.

The face is a little greener.

From those eyes, one can see the sense of emptiness that seems obvious to him now.

"Just this photo."

Paul Verlaine tapped the screen on his phone.

When it comes to his 19-year-old experience, he has to talk about the "brother" he has never been able to find. He thought he could easily find each other after his relatives and friends had an accident, but found that he was looking for a needle in a haystack in Japan.

Relying on his own impression of the appearance of his "brother", he can't be found?

He even suspects that the Japanese government has supervised people.

Paul Verlaine is powerless, and he is deeply under the control of the French government. Will his "brother" be controlled by the government of another country?Could it be that they cannot escape the fate of being humanoid weapons?

[No "self" can live like a human being. 】

【Under the education of society, involved in the struggle between human personality and inhuman psychology—】

[Not a person, nor a god. 】

【We are destined to embrace ourselves and die alone. 】

When Paul Verlaine was disheartened, he thought of his birthday, March [-]th, which came from the date when he escaped from the control of the "Fun God".Before he went out to order hats, he contacted the informant who helped him find "relatives" in Japan with little hope, and said: "Stop investigating the boy with orange hair and blue eyes, the information in this regard may be blocked , directly check the birthday—”

"A boy born in Yokohama City, whose birthday is April 29."

"age range--"

"Four to ten years old, that child was too thin at the time, I really can't tell the age."

"His past family background has been erased, but I think—if he remembers his birth, he will definitely choose such a date as his birthday."

because……

I am also such a person.

Arthur Rimbaud, the day you rescued me, I thought I would be free.

You treat me as a human being, why are your eyes... looking at me cautiously?

Are you afraid of hurting my self-esteem?

Please, just think of me as a frog.

So I don't have to be in the pain of "how to be a human being".

……

Paul Verlaine did not smash the old mobile phone, but habitually discarded the things that might be used in the drawer, and let it accompany those gadgets. Anyway, life in France is not so enjoyable.

"Sooner or later I would stab the French government and run away."

The rubbish government, the rubbish colleagues, let him live in a concentration camp with syphilis and mutant syphilis.

By contrast--

Are relatives and friends actually considered a good man? ? ?

At least his human body was not infected with disease.

……