Started with a green hat for Verlaine

On the first Monday in December, Aso didn't have to wake up early.

He could sleep in with Lan Tang in his arms, instead of making his family's breakfast, and hand over the housework to the newly appointed tool man.

"Lan Tang, what hourly worker is this we have used?"

"...Um... Akira Kimura, Yusada Watanabe, Shibashi Nishida, I didn't ask for their names... The first one is the one who is particularly bad at cooking, and he is the seventh part-time worker."

Arthur Rimbaud was half awake and half asleep, but he remembered clearly when he mentioned his tools.

This is professional instinct.

"Seven is a lucky number." Aso Shengqiu also fell asleep in the cage, "Let's lie down for another half an hour."

The seventh hourly worker made breakfast in the kitchen, weeping silently.

"Resurrection" is not lucky at all!

Nakahara Nakaya finished his breakfast and grabbed his shoulder bag to go to school. His elder brother Edogawa Ranpo and Fukuzawa Yukichi, who habitually came to pick him up, went to work. As a result, Dazai was the only one who had nothing to do at home. rule.Before he left, he couldn't hold back, and laughed at Osamu Dazai who was sitting behind the dining table: "Dazai, you are like a child out of school."

Osamu Dazai let out an "Oh!" in his heart, this guy doesn't have a long memory, and he still has the guts to hate himself?

Just as he was about to show a gloomy expression, Ma Shengqiu urged him to run away.

"Chuya, you're going to be late!"

lie.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who has the ability of gravity, will never be late, unless it is really time to sleep until school.

Zhongyuan Zhong also obeyed his father's urging and slipped away.

Osamu Dazai was unhappy, threw away the bowl and chopsticks, and said maliciously: "It's really unpalatable."

The hourly worker No. [-] silently cleared the dining table, and no longer had to cover up like his predecessors. Everyone in the family knew what was going on with Arthur Rimbaud's tool man.

Ma Shengqiu also let his son go, and came back to comfort the younger brother at home: "You argue with Zhongye, don't take it to heart, you can only bully Zhongye at home."

Not to be outdone, Osamu Dazai raised the passing jinjila, "I can still bully it! I can make it cry!"

Jinji Lalonger: Confused.

What is it to bully a cat!

Ma Shengqiu also helplessly watched him play with cats and dogs, and failed to coax him to go to school.

He really wants to see Aji get admitted to the University of Tokyo, become Mori Ogai's junior, and sweep all directions with his high IQ, EQ, diploma, and social circle.

Osamu Dazai refused to do it: "I don't want it, I don't want it! What are you thinking is too explicit!"

In order to drop out of school, Osamu Dazai plausibly said: "Going to school is a waste of my time, I want to learn from Ranpo!"

The corner of Ma Shengqiu's mouth twitched, learning to walk randomly?You go to work instead!

"I'm not young anymore." Osamu Dazai showed staring eyes at him, "I will be 16 next June, and I can join the port mafia anytime, be a gangster! Play with guns! Fight wits with the Japanese police every day!"

Ma Shengqiu also bent the opponent's raised head with his palm.

"Don't make trouble."

How could it make you fall down the road of "unable to pursue the meaning of life".

"If you are used to seeing life and death, you will be indifferent to life and death."

This is called human adaptability.

"What you need is 'change' and 'adjustment'. The world can't follow your pace, so you can run around and play in the small territory I have set aside for you."

The black-haired man bent down, and said to the young man on the seat who had empty eyes but not yet lost his light: "Come on, follow me to the port mafia first, and go to the Armed Detective Agency if you have time, the special agent department Bian is also very interested in you, you can go and tease those 007 social animals."

"What is 007?" Osamu Dazai absorbed new words.

"Go to work at zero o'clock and leave work at zero o'clock, seven days a week, if you don't sleep, you don't have to get up." Ma Shengqiu also told him. "It's so exciting!" Dazai Osamu exclaimed, changing his face as quickly as a Sichuan opera face, "Quickly sell them insurance for Qiuya!"

"It's already sold." But it's not what you think.Ma Shengqiu is also funny, but the boy in front of him has become the leader of the port mafia under the 007 work system in another parallel time and space.

No sudden death and baldness counts as you are amazing, leader Zai!

Arthur Rimbaud was urging him at the door, and Ma Shengqiu was also preparing to go to work, "Azhi, follow up."

Osamu Dazai, who does not go to work or school, followed the two into the car and continued to dawdle his day.

By the side of Aso Akiya and Arthur Rimbaud, what Osamu Dazai got was something that the outside world could never learn—a view of the big picture and insight into the world.

None of the leisurely people thought that Arthur Rimbaud's past partner and ex-boyfriend dug Yokohama City three feet, and found Nakahara Chuya through the same birthday and birthplace.

After the other party had a replacement in France, he did not intervene in Zhongya's life for the time being.

Instead, he chose to watch.

……

How can you tell if a person is living a good life?

Paul Verlaine used his own experience to observe the campus life of Central Plains Chuya from multiple angles.

A young man with black hair and blue eyes walks in the school, even though his appearance is disguised, no one notices him. He can be a shadow, a normal back at a corner, or an adult man imitating his teacher. Disguise and Temperament are the basic skills of a spy.

At this time, he pretended to be a school doctor who was sick and asked for leave, covered his fake face, and wore a white coat to fool the Japanese junior high school students who were not feeling well in physical education class in the school doctor's office.

He asked a few words casually, so as to get information about his "brother".

"The middle school is also the boss of our school." Speaking of the person he admired, the middle school students of this age were very excited, "Good grades, good looks, super popular in school, I heard that there are senior girls who want I pursued him, but he refused. He is also the head of an interest club, a group of juniors, and high school students from other schools dare not provoke him, and those punks who want to blackmail us run away when they see him!"

Paul Verlaine asked: "Is he very bad-tempered?"

"Not bad." The middle school student shook his head crazily, secretly telling the secret he had seen, "Those who are not familiar with him must think that Mr. Chuya is a bit fierce, but I have seen him help the old lady in the grocery store to cross the road, and later the grocery store The boss began to discount us students, saying that he is very grateful to Mr. Chuya."

Top student in school?

Will you help the old lady cross the road after school?

Paul Verlaine's eyes were blank for a second, and he never thought that his "brother" had such a personality.

It sounds like there are two extremes with him.

He heard his own voice say erratically, "What field is Zhongye-kun good at?"

Junior high school life stories poured out like baskets: "The school doctor is also interested in Chuya-kun. Chuya-kun can sing and won the first prize in the school. He can also dance hip-hop, play guitar, play basketball, football, Almost all sports are No. 1! I heard that someone saw him racing in Yokohama after school—the kind of heavy motorcycle that only adults can drive. He is so powerful that he dares to ride it alone!"

Opposite the chattering middle school sickbed, the school doctor in a white coat subtly softened his expression.

The pure atmosphere of the school makes humanoid weapons no longer exude coldness.

The so-called "Assassination King" of Europe is just a young man full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge among his own kind. It has only been 12 years since he was freed.

"Sounds great."

The Chuya of the Central Plains of ordinary people, the life of ordinary people, is far away from me...

"Is there anyone he cares about? I mean...important people?"

Paul Verlaine did not forget that when he was looking for his "brother", he could not be found at all through his appearance.

Zhongye's intelligence was partially concealed.

Junior high school students are wondering about such a question, would a normal person ask such a question?He didn't think too much about it: "Mr. Zhongye must have loved his family. His friends are all orphans who grew up with him. Every time the school invites parents, they are replaced by Zhongye's parents." They participated."

The junior middle school students felt that the school doctor cared about them, and said innocently: "Mom and dad are the most important!"

Paul Verlaine's eyes returned to calm, unable to resonate in the slightest.

parents?

He has no such blood relatives who conceived him.

The person who created Paul Verlaine was the "Fun", and his birthplace was in a nutrient tank, just like a small white mouse used to complete an experiment.His original name was "Black No. 12", which means that there may be eleven failed products before his birth, and the only one closely related to him is the gene provider, but he doesn't know where the "Fun God" got this Cells of people with different abilities.

Stealing maybe?Maybe a black market trade?

He can't expect too much from the people of the anti-government organization.

When Paul Verlaine thought that he had a body whose life and death were unknown, but whose whereabouts were unknown, but which could be cloned by the "Fun God", he felt strange in his heart, and someone in his mind sighed softly.

——It is extremely stupid for human beings to violate taboos and play with life.

No matter how many times you clone, it is impossible for the clone to be 100% that person.

Paul Verlaine is a clone of a human being with supernatural powers, and his personality is not a pure human consciousness, but a humanoid superhuman personality endowed with "life" by Arthur Rimbaud.The moment he was free under the influence of the black-haired supernatural spy, he remembered feeling unconsciously relaxed and happy. As soon as his body lost control, he backhanded and killed the creator who restricted him everywhere.

Afterwards, he swore he regretted it a little.

However, Arthur Rimbaud, who hadn't changed his name at that time, comforted him, saying that it was impossible to tell him the secret with the character of "Fun God", and they could only try to collect the information left by each other during his lifetime.

Stopping at Yokohama National High School, Paul Verlaine, who pretended to be a school doctor, focused his attention on Chuya Nakahara, and was not in a hurry to investigate Chuya Nakahara's surrounding relations.

He didn't meet Nakahara Nakaya formally, maybe he passed by Nakahara Nakaya on the way to the classroom, or on the way to finish lunch in a hurry with bread in his mouth, which would not arouse the other party's suspicion at all.It can be seen from this that he judged that his "brother" was a careless guy who had not received professional training.

As miserable as Paul Verlaine was in France, he became so happy in Japan.

His "brother" is doing well.

Even as an "older brother", before coming to Japan, I didn't dare to think in such a good direction, for fear that what I saw was a second "me" who was being used by others and covered in thorns.

beyond expectation!

This was the best life he could have imagined.

Chuya Nakahara, who has excellent grades, all-around sports and artistic talent, satisfies Paul Verlaine's yearning for the life of ordinary people.

Look, his "brother" has published two collections of poetry, and he can write more than his "brother".

Paul Verlaine had the habit of wearing gloves without leaving fingerprints. Through the gloves, he touched the immature face of Nakahara Nakaya in the school archives. It was a photo taken when he was 14 years old.

The column for the orange-haired boy's parents was left blank, leaving suspense.

"Brother, who raised you?"

"If he uses you, I'll kill him, if not... Maybe I need to thank him?"

"I don't quite believe that there will be such a person in Japan..."

Paul Verlaine lowered his head, muttered to himself, and quietly left the empty file room.

He didn't take anything with him.

Before he has the ability to protect important people, he will hold back like an assassin, letting his lovely, innocent "brother" like a flower in the sun continue to grow.

Wait for the one hit kill.

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