Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Headquarters of the port mafia, the leader of the chief office is fishing.

With Victor Hugo's notice, and when Arthur Rimbaud said that the teacher wanted to see them, Akiya Aso smiled brightly, and every cell issued a "dangerous" prompt sound.

A trip to France must be a dragon's pond and a tiger's den.

Baudelaire must be planning to settle accounts with him. The fate of deceiving students can be great or small. The only advantage is that Baudelaire did not intend to directly tear his face, but had room for euphemism.

This leeway... was left to him by Pierre Gringoire.

Ma Shengqiu couldn't help but smile before the danger came. He sponsored the poor Pierre Gringoire in the supernatural world for a year. How could the leader of the Paris Commune care about such a small favor.

—It turned out that my experience was not a dream.

Ma Shengqiu also secretly thanked the other party for making the last arrangements before being exposed.

He urgently arranged for the refuge of Chuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai, in case Arthur Rimbaud's hand was too fast to get over his head, and angered those two little guys.Ma Shengqiu also has no supernatural powers, and his muscles are not well developed. He has never exposed the level of physical skills trained by ancient martial artists. He has always left an impression in Arthur Rimbaud's heart that he needs to be protected. The cub is undoubtedly the target of violent beating.

Edogawa's absence saves Ma Shengqiu from trying to fool people away.

Ma Shengqiu also murmured: "Fortunately, there is a detective conference in England, so I don't need to hold one specially for Ranbu."

In the original plan, Akira Aso also wanted to guide Edogawa Ranpo to see slopes in the United States.

"There must be Poe in the British Detective Conference. With this person, Ranpo will be sucked into the world of supernatural power books to solve the case. If Mr. Yukichi also enters it, Ranpo will work hard for Mr. Yukichi, just like the original book. Treat those who are hurt in the same way as Akiko Yosano."

For the sake of important people, Edogawa Ranpo can grit his teeth and keep going no matter how painful the growth is.

That's great.

This world has the patience to teach Ranpo Fukuzawa Yukichi.

In the school, Zhongyuan Zhong also received a notice asking him to stay with his friends at night and not to go home for the time being. He said carelessly: "Dad, don't worry, I won't disturb you and Mr. Lantang."

Ma Shengqiu also doubted: "Where did you think?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a blunt face, his ears were hot, "There is nothing!"

Ma Shengqiu also said with a smile: "Study hard, get admitted to Dongda University as soon as possible, and fulfill my dream back then."

Nakahara Chuya involuntarily bears Aso Akiya's regrets and expectations on his shoulders.

This is the pressure of being a child.

"I will."

Unlike other children, Zhong Yuanzhong is also willing to move forward with heavy loads, but he is afraid that his feet are too light to walk on the ground, and he cannot feel the weight that a human being should have.

Osamu Dazai got rid of the teachings of Mori Ogai and Ozaki Koyo at some point, and slipped into the chief's room.

The brown-haired boy listened to Aso Akiya's call, and saw that the other party turned on the video to contact Edogawa Ranpo, who had been in the UK for two days. It became a crescent moon, and the other party's face was not bored, but excited.

Behind Ranpo Edogawa is Yukichi Fukuzawa, and behind him is Edgar Allan Poe, a sociophobic patient with his head bowed and a small raccoon on his shoulder, approaching quietly, holding this novel in his arms .

"Ranbu-jun."

"Ranbu-kun, it's time for us to face off."

whispered Edgar Allan Poe.

Edogawa Ranpo ignored him for the time being, and happily said to Aso Qiuya in the mobile phone video: "I have met many authors of detective novels, and Mr. Conan Doyle is the most interesting. I think Qiu will also be interested in him. ! He is a middle-aged man who is completely different from the president, and he can understand the original manuscript of my novel!"

One sentence that can understand the original manuscript of the novel seems to have exhausted the bitterness and bitterness of Edogawa Ranpo since writing.

Fukuzawa Yukichi heard Ranpo mentioning himself, and said responsibly: "Mr. Doyle hates meeting Ranpo. Although I don't know what they are talking about, Ranpo is very happy."

Aso Qiu was also ashamed.

In the absence of human relations, Ranpo likes to use IQ to distinguish attitudes, arrogant and self-centered, just look at his expressions on Conan Doyle and Edgar Allan Poe.

Yukichi Fukuzawa must have suffered in high IQ circles.

If it were Aso Akiya, he himself was not sure that he could continue to pretend. Those people didn't have the filter of Edogawa Ranpo for him, and they might see through his fake appearance.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "It's hard work Yuji, I'll treat you to dinner when I come back."

Fukuzawa Yukichi did not refuse, but said in a weary way: "Okay."

The pressure is too much.

The British Detective Conference was held for three days. Fukuzawa Yukichi and Edogawa Ranpo went to London, England on January [-]th. The exchange meeting officially started on January [-]th. Talents from many countries gathered, and even Edogawa Ranpo was underestimated. Heart, theoretically the two can come back on Aso Akiya's birthday.

This is also what Ma Shengqiu also hopes. No matter how big the conflicts and problems are between him and Lan Tang, he will strive to have a preliminary explanation on January [-], so that the power of the birthday can play a role.

Use everything available.

This is the cultivation of the script team, and it is also the instinct that Aso Akiya has cultivated over the years. Among them, Natsume Soseki, who vigorously cultivated him with contacts and resources, has an indispensable contribution.

"Ranpo, you can't be rude to your American friend, hurry up and play with him." Aso Akiya chatted with Edogawa Ranpo for a while, Dazai did not make a sound behind Aso Akiya's chair, and talked with him Ranpo exchanged eyes, and Edogawa Ranpo acted coquettishly to Aso Shuya who urged him: "Shuya, can I see you and Mr. Rantang reconciled as before when I go back?"

Ma Shengqiu also smiled: "I will try my best."

Edogawa Ranbo held his mobile phone, turned his head to look for Po, and said in his mouth, "There is no fun with him."

Edgar Allan Poe was devastated, nana said: "I promise there will be, there will be fun."

He swears that Mr. Ranbu will be taught a lesson!

Mr. Conan Doyle is not as venomous as Ranbu-kun!

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Luanbu, don't underestimate Po. Poe is a person who can bring you surprises. Even I like Poe's novels very much."

Edogawa Ranpo's interest greatly increased: "Since Shuya said that he can surprise me, I believe it."

Edgar Allan Poe was amazed.

I actually got the approval of the guardian who Luanbu-Jun talked about!

Edogawa Ranpo's mobile phone lens was dangling, and Aso Qiu was also dizzy from seeing it. While Fukuzawa Yukichi was still in the camera, he said to his junior brother: "Take care." After entering the slope In the world of supernatural powers, Fukuzawa Yukichi is about to become the main force pulling the enemy's firepower.

Fukuzawa Yukichi's heart trembled, and he said calmly: "You too, take care."

The British detective conference Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are strong people, and Yokohama is not a really safe place, or the world itself is in a state of "changing" all the time.

After the brothers bid farewell, Ma Shengqiu also put down his mobile phone and cared for the third cat in the family.

The kitten with shiny fur is in a period of rapid development, and after a while, you will find that the skeleton has grown longer, but the weight has not kept up, resulting in constant change of clothes, and the body has become thinner than a bamboo pole.

"Aji, do you know what I want to tell you?"

"I don't know~."

"Go to the Armed Detective Agency."

"..."

"Luanbu is not there, the Armed Detective Agency lacks the backbone of intelligence, you go to help for a few days."

"Hey, there's Oda Tsukuru over there, he's very powerful, don't need me."

"It seems that with the help of Stewed Pigeon Publishing House, you and Oda-kun know each other well. When will we invite him to our house for a meal?"

Aso Qiu also determined to find friends for Osamu Dazai.

"What is the relationship?" Osamu Dazai showed an exaggerated expression and waved his hands again and again, "He heard that I was coming to press for manuscripts, and he ran away when he saw me. If I hadn't blocked him a few times and left him behind 'Indelible' impression, he probably never wants to see me again."

Aso asked abruptly, "Have you ever eaten spicy curry?"

Osamu Dazai hesitated: "Well... I have eaten."

Aso Qiuya clapped his hands together, not giving him a chance to repent: "Isn't this a friend, I transferred the best spicy curry restaurant in Yokohama to your name, and if you want to give Oda a discount in the future, you can discount it!"

Osamu Dazai did not refute, and said with interest: "Why do you follow me and call him 'Odasaku'?"

Ma Shengqiu also turned the sofa chair, weakening the momentum of the big boss.

His appearance is very youthful.

Regardless of his real age, he looked like Osamu Dazai's real blood brother, a man who was the head of the port mafia but looked like the mayor of Yokohama.

"Because Azhi likes to be called that, I like Azhi, so I like your name."

"Your friends are my friends."

"What's mine is also yours."

When a person doesn't care about secular power and only cares about spiritual wealth, it is easy to become an outstanding existence. Ma Shengqiu also used two lifetimes of experience to wash away the vulgar and ridiculous side, no longer hugging anyone's thigh, and went to the pursuit of spiritual ideals realm.

His happiness is pure, and his satisfaction comes from this world full of literary figures.

It would be better if these literary giants don't kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Osamu Dazai seems to be able to observe the real part of Akiya Aso, that "part" is already beautiful as it is shining, and it is the embodiment of the soul full of madness and vitality.

This man was so special that Osamu Dazai feared him.

Close to one point.

It might defeat him.

My own brother can't do this, so why can the other party?He saw unrequited care and love in a person without blood, but he couldn't pay anything equivalent.Osamu Dazai lowered his head, and the shadow fell on his face covered with bandages, his chin was pointed, his thin body was wearing comfortable clothes, his scarred skin was actually extremely fair.

"Understood, I won't disturb you and Mr. Lantang, just let me watch from the side."

See how many people your love can make a difference.

"Give me the transfer contract of the curry shop."

"I'm going to eat curry today."

……

Osamu Dazai left the chief's room and took the elevator to the cadre's floor. He avoided other people's salutes. In the port mafia headquarters, he had long been an invisible black second generation.

Passing Lan Tang's cadre's office, Osamu Dazai tiptoed, gestured "Don't remind Lan Tang" to the surveillance camera, and then listened.

Those monitoring the hallway acted as if they hadn't noticed his behavior.

then.

After Osamu Dazai received treatment, he recovered to an extremely high level of hearing and heard——

The scream of Arthur Rimbaud breaking down.

"how could this be!"

……

Half an hour ago, Paul Verlaine debunked Arthur Rimbaud's self-deception of "love", pointing out the fact that Arthur Rimbaud did not know Akiya Aso before he lost his memory.

You haven't met once, and you haven't known each other for a second.

Such an answer, invisibly, coincides with what the "Colorful Painting Collection" told Arthur Rimbaud. Even the human-shaped alien ability knows that Ma Shengqiu is also a stranger who suddenly appeared.

Arthur Rimbaud broke down.

Did he integrate the poems of relatives and friends into his own?

He uttered his desperate guess, and Paul Verlaine denied it in surprise: "No, I don't know Akiya Aso, nor your poems. Before that, I never expected that you would fall in love with a Japanese. Don't try to blame me, did he tell you what kind of character you were before you lost your memory?"

Arthur Rimbaud choked.

Indifferent, arrogant.

No, what the other party praised was like the wind, a fire stealer going upstream, and a warm French rose.

Paul Verlaine smiled and said, "If he doesn't know you, he must have guessed wrong."

There is a certain contrast between Arthur Rimbaud's exterior and interior.

Although indifferent, but soft in the bones.

Although arrogant, but never extreme self.

This is a good guide and teacher, but at best it cannot understand the hearts of non-human beings.

"how could this be!"

impossible!impossible!Qiu also knows me, and the person she loves is me!

Reminded by Paul Verlaine, Arthur Rimbaud could no longer control his rampage, his eyes were red, and he rushed out of the office, ignoring the dodging figure of Osamu Dazai.He returned to the villa where the two of them lived as quickly as possible, and compared the fragments of the collection of poems and portraits that Ma Shengqiu also wrote for him to regain his memory. The self after memory is a person with another character, another romantic soul.

Arthur Rimbaud recalled the first scene when he woke up in the Mafia ward from a serious injury eight years ago.

The strange Japanese looked at him with joy, and regarded him as a lost and recovered treasure.

He subconsciously asked the other party in French.

"who am I?"

"You are a romantic French poet, Lantang."

"poet?"

"Yes, you are my lover too."

Arthur Rimbaud identified himself as "Rimbaud" through the black hat, then, did Aso also confirm his identity through the black hat lost at the explosion site?

Arthur Rimbaud thought of Aso Qiuya's endless praise for himself.

The other party has confided many love words in bed.

"You traveled to Japan to seek inspiration. I am honored to meet you. In my opinion, your hands seem to have been kissed by a muse. Your life should not be extinguished in Japan. I will protect you forever."

"Lantang, I like your poems the most."

"The body and the soul have to choose one or the other. I choose the soul."

Among the many clues, a hazy and indulgent poet was outlined in his mind.

The other party has blond hair and blue eyes, like the color of graffiti on a portrait, arrogant and dismissive, similar in appearance and temperament to his partner Paul Verlaine, but more artistic and unrestrained than Paul Verlaine who is a humanoid weapon Born in France, he longs to travel the world in search of inspiration for poetry.

Where in this world is there such a coincidence, it just happened!

In addition to himself, Paul Verlaine's gene provider - that person is also called "Rimbaud"!

Rimbaud with blond hair and blue eyes.

Rimbaud of the French poet.

Rimbaud who is not a supernatural spy, but a tourist in Japan.

He found the reason why he couldn't complete all the poems... What he completed was other people's poems, maybe some of them were his own secondary creations, but more of them were trying to write other people's soul works, and published them complacently Works that have not been published by others.

Arthur Rimbaud turned pale with fear, and his perception of his own talent was shaken violently.

"The poems I wrote... Did I plagiarize that person?"

"I have investigated the body of my partner before, maybe I forgot, maybe my memory lied to me, at some point... I have accidentally read the poems left by 'Artier Rimbaud'?"

Shuya... Is he in love with me, or the blond-haired, blue-eyed "Artier Rimbaud"?

In the past, Ma Shengqiu's fanatical love of literature was just around the corner. The black-haired man looked down on the beauty and ugliness of his appearance, and was so sincere that he could praise Quasimodo of Notre Dame de Paris and the Phantom of the Paris Opera House.

The collection of poems and portraits in Artille Rimbaud's hand fell, as if he was in the icy hell after death.

He covered his ears, squatted down slowly, his hands were too trembling to pick them up.

"Write me poetry."

"Write me poetry."

"Write me poetry..."

……

After being in "brain hell", I was afraid that I would not be able to write poetry, and you would abandon me who had lost my talent.

If I am not the real owner of the poetry collection, if I am not Rimbaud you love.

—Have we been wrong all along?