Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Countdown to October [-]th.

Arthur Rimbaud stayed up late for himself for the first time today.

He took Aso Qiuya to the French cinema to watch a couple's movie, and didn't return to the apartment until late at night.

Not only that, he was full of enthusiasm, full of love talk, ignored Qiu Ye's secret yawning behavior, and pushed Qiu Ye to take a bath together when he came back. It is not difficult to imagine what will happen to the night life of adults after that.

Ma Shengqiu cheered up, paid the public rations, and overdrawn the occasional share tomorrow morning.

At zero o'clock, Arthur Rimbaud was sweating, his eyes touched Qiuya's lower back, he lay on Qiuya's body, kissed the tattoo, and the tip of his tongue slipped over, which aroused the trembling of Aso Shuya's sage state.

Ma Shengqiu thought he still wanted it, so he gritted his teeth and persisted.

"Lantang, let's continue."

"Autumn too~."

Seeing his lover's hopeless appearance, Arthur Rimbaud buried his face in the other's shoulder and neck with a snort.

"I'm tired too, I'm not made of steel, I'm just greedy for your body temperature."

"I want to keep you warm forever."

"Okay."

Today's Rimbaud is no longer a boy and a young man.

He gave up the unnecessary pride in the past, smoothed the edges and corners, and became Aso Qiuya's lover.

The powerful supernatural intelligence agent crouched down, no longer caring about the length of night life.On the other hand, Qiu Ye is not as good as the French men in terms of frequency, but he is superior in his proficient pampering skills.

Life needs long-term planning, and love needs to be well maintained.

It cannot be squeezed dry all at once.

On the last day in France, Akiya Aso and Arthur Rimbaud started shopping mode.

The commercial street opened in the morning. He bought several boxes of clothes for Osamu Dazai and Lucy, and sent them to Japan and the United States respectively. Arthur Rimbaud also bought detective hats for Ranpo Edogawa and Chuya Nakahara. Sports cap.

Fearing that "Flowers of Evil" would be out of print, Ma Shengqiu also bought ten copies at once and took them back for collection.

The birthday present prepared by the two is a French specialty.

Paris Commune, Charles-Pierre Baudelaire at work on Thursday looked at the circled calendar. Today is Attil's birthday, and Attil does not intend to tell Aso Shuya about his birthday , I also plan to change the birthday registered on the identity information to January [-] in the future, so as to commemorate the life of amnesia.

"Athier was like this before, making changes would be carried out cleanly."

Baudelaire thought of Attil's change of name 12 years ago.

At that time, he also didn't understand Attil's behavior very much. Although you often use a pseudonym, why did you give your real name to "No. 12 Black"?The big deal is to give the other party a new French name.

Later, he felt that Attil somewhat saw Verlaine's illusory mind. .

Verlaine needed bonds.

Weapons don't need names, but people do. Names are the deepest connection and recognition between partners.

Baudelaire propped his cheeks, his pupils quietly reflected the "Flower of Evil" in the vase.

A 30-year-old should also make a decision.

"The next time I come to France, I will help you keep Aso Qiuya."

"The premise is—"

"You can accept the truth."

At noon, Aso Qiuya and Arthur Rimbaud went to a Chinese restaurant opened by Hua Guo people to eat hot pot. During the meal, they received red wine sent by Baudelaire's subordinates - the high-end wine produced by a private winery this year.

Osamu Dazai was so hot that he stuck out his tongue, holding the ice milk and drinking non-stop.

Lucy ate the delicacies seriously, and resolutely refused to touch the bottom of the pot with the color of red soup.

Arthur Rimbaud fulfilled his wish, drank the fine wine sent by the teacher, his cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were shining, and he didn't know how beautiful and delicious he was under the mask.He and the person he loves are intertwined with each other, and there is a tacit understanding. Even if he is so hot that his voice is hoarse, he said unhurriedly: "Qiu Ye, the day I dreamed of appearing has come true."

Ma Shengqiu didn't know that today was Rimbaud's birthday, and he simply took it as a touch from the other party.

"We can go to taste food in Japan, in France, and all over the world."

Arthur Rimbaud shook his head slightly upon hearing this.

Different.

The wind of my hometown, the land of my hometown, and the taste of my hometown are always special.

He returned to France, and was about to leave. When he came back again, he would reveal his identity.

"Qiuya, nice to meet you."

"……Me too."

In the afternoon, Ma Shengqiu also returned the rented apartment.

It takes more than ten hours to fly from Paris, Japan to Yokohama, Japan. Not only has he bought his own ticket, but he is also planning to take Lucy to Japan for a few days.After all, he was the one who took Lucy to France and let the little girl fly back to the United States alone. He was worried, and he didn't want Fitzgerald to mobilize many troops.

"Frank, I will send Lucy back within a week. You should pay attention to the safety of your daughter. During this time, please take care of your family. Our family is going back to celebrate the child's birthday."

Ma Shengqiu also mentioned celebrating the child's birthday, and Fitzgerald was more considerate than other rich people.

"OK!"

There's nothing more important than celebrating a little angel's birthday.

Everything is going in a good direction.

When Ma Shengqiu also chartered a car to the airport, he even suspected that he was too busy and fulfilling to be a little illusory. This trip to France, he actually managed to get away with it unbelievably?

It's a pity that I couldn't see Mr. Victor Hugo again.

But... Being able to experience the story of "Notre Dame de Paris" and watching "The Phantom of the Opera" in person has more than satisfied Aso Qiuya's longing for Paris, France.

Magical France, magical Paris, oh, and a group of romantic transcendents.

Poor Phantom.

I wish you the day when you find Gaston Leroux, the author of "The Phantom of the Opera" in France, maybe there will be someone in this world who truly understands you, agrees with you, and is willing to sing love for you.

Airport VIP lounge.

The waiting time was displayed on the electronic screen, and the room was quiet and comfortable, empty.

Osamu Dazai found a seat and sat there, took out the game console, and used it to pass the time. Aso Qiu also asked Lucy what drink he wanted to drink, and found that Lantang was delighted when he received a call.

Arthur Rimbaud said to Qiu Ye: "Qiu Ye, the teacher is here to see me off, I'm going to see him."

Ma Shengqiu also nodded, there is no reason to prevent the master and apprentice from meeting.

Baudelaire... did he not find out that he had cheated Arthur Rimbaud?

Did he overestimate the power of the French government?

Ma Shengqiu couldn't help but chuckle. If the French government didn't have a talent like Ango Sakaguchi, he wouldn't be able to blame him for bringing the evidence before him, and he couldn't expose his situation.

The Japanese people with supernatural abilities in Wenye are the chosen ones, and there are often people with supernatural abilities that are not found in Europe!

I was on the right track this time, indirectly clearing away my suspicions, and even speaking indiscriminately, revealing Verlaine's betrayal to Mr. Victor Hugo!It is impossible for Baudelaire to trust Verlaine 100% anymore!

Immediately, he felt the despicableness of human nature because of his own thoughts, and his interest faded.

"Aji, what do you want to drink?"

"Same as you."

"coffee?"

"I want dish soap flavored coffee!"

"...I'll go back and find the merchant to study it for you, and now give me the normal version!"

In another single room next door, there are members in suits standing guard at the door to prevent other passengers from entering by mistake.Charles-Pierre Baudelaire gave students a real birthday present on October [-].

"Attil, read them."

The three body bags were placed on the ground, and the human figure before birth could be vaguely seen from the outside.

Arthur Rimbaud was not surprised: "Master, is this the latest farewell gift from France?"

Baudelaire pierced through his small thoughts of pretending to be young, "It's a birthday present for you on your 30th birthday."

Arthur Rimbaud's face froze.

Baudelaire laughed, and soon his eyes turned cold. Standing opposite Arthur Rimbaud, it was like looking at his proud junior under the national flag.

"We are different from ordinary people."

"Your supernatural ability makes you even more alien."

"Death accompanies you, and you are silenced for having access to the ability to 'resurrect' the dead."

"I send them to you as a gift, I wish you victory over difficulties."

Baudelaire pointed to the body bag, "The supernatural power of the first corpse is for you to protect yourself, the supernatural power of the second corpse is related to lie detection, and the supernatural power of the third corpse is nothing special, but I know you have no stock, this corpse used to be a chef and knows how to cook French dishes, you can use him as an 'hourly worker'."

Arthur Lambomer opened his right hand and was about to cast "Colored Paintings" when he stopped suddenly. Baudelaire grabbed his wrist and removed the supernatural metal worn on the student's wrist in a special way wristband.

"Master..." Arthur Rimbaud could not express his closeness to Baudelaire.

"When you went to Japan, why are you still wearing this?" Baudelaire said, "The next time you come, you will come back in a fair manner, if you want to take Aso, you can take him, if you want to see Verlaine, you can see him, you don't want anything Worry and fear, I will settle all your troubles."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes were hot, and he almost choked up a sob in embarrassment.

He maintained his smile, except for Aso Qiuya, he only trusted two people - the teacher and his partner.Facts have proved that he did not believe in the wrong teacher, and it was the most correct choice for him to worship Baudelaire as his teacher.

The golden subspace cube fell to the ground, and the one-stop process of storing, reading, confirming the ability, and storing it in the corner of the subspace was carried out silently.

Arthur Rimbaud tried his best to stabilize his vibrato: "Thank you teacher, there is just a shortage of someone who can cook at home."

There is nothing better than a teacher who knows students.

Baudelaire is also a lazy person who knows what kind of supernatural power students need most.

When it was time to board the plane, the broadcast announced to the VIP room, because there was no airport in Yokohama, Akiya Aso and the others had to fly from Paris to Tokyo, and then take a bus back to Yokohama from Tokyo.

Time was running out, and Baudelaire solemnly said to Attil, "Attil, I have something to tell you, you can decide for yourself."

Arthur Rimbaud became serious: "Please speak."

Baudelaire looked at the pair of golden-green eyes. Behind the cold and hard gemstone color was the soft heart of the student and the excessive trust in those close to him.

This is a weakness, and it is also the reason why he is still willing to trust Attil after eight years.

"Eight years ago, on March 17th, it was Paul Verlaine's birthday. You gave him a custom-made black hat as a birthday gift for his 289th birthday, and you lived in the apartment at [-] Avenue Jacques that night."

"You went to Japan on March 31 to carry out your mission."

"Before this."

"You probably don't know Aso Qiuya."

……

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes went dark, a terrifying cold snap spread all over his body, goosebumps appeared, his body began to tremble, and there was a serious logical conflict in the long-neglected details!

Black hats are great birthday gifts for friends and relatives.

My relatives and friends went to Japan on March 31st...

So... the memory of seeing Qiuya after smuggling on January [-]... what happened...

Who lied to me?

Is my brain... fooling myself?

"Attil, calm down."

Baudelaire supported the trembling Attil, clasped his shoulders with his fingers, forcing him to face the world bravely, like an eagle treating its scarred cub.

"Remember who you are, no one deserves your gaffe."

"and also……"

"Don't contact Verlaine."

"Go back and think about it carefully, and verify it yourself."

"No matter what the result is, whether to go or stay, let me know, and I will help you."

Arthur Rimbaud focused his distracted eyes and breathed heavily.

"Ah."

A sharp and angry Limang flashed across.

Qiu Ye, you liar, you have the grace to save your life, and you dare to make up stories after you haven't known each other for so long!

Am I the kind of person who doesn't admit it after a short time of acquaintance?

Not three months...

A month...a week...even a few days' acquaintance is fine...

When did I regret falling in love with you.