Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Arthur Rimbaud's mood fluctuated violently.

The color painting collection is faintly out of control.

A golden light flashed in the air, and the warp was distorted like a golden sea wave in the host's out-of-control emotions.Suddenly, the subspace tore a hole out of thin air, and all the corpses piled inside fell out and landed in Arthur Rimbaud's study room, emitting the rotten smell of death.

One can imagine how bad it was.

Human corpses were piled up beside him, and Arthur Rimbaud stood between the corpses with a numb face.He wanted to restrain his mood, his brain was slightly dizzy, unable to vent his inner fear and despair.

What is real and what is false?Memory is no longer corroborated.

What a mess.

Memory twisted, weaving lies of his longing.

He is almost unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy. After 30 years of his life, he thought that he was a sober person, living a down-to-earth life, and could return to the motherland soon.Who knew that the truth gave him a resounding slap, his love was stolen, and it didn't belong to him from the very beginning.

French supernatural intelligence agent, transcendent, patriotic and promising young man?neither.

He is a man who thinks he is happy.

Arthur Rimbaud reluctantly put the corpse in the "Color Collection", staggered out of the study, his shirt was wet with cold sweat, and he needed to borrow the handrail when going down the stairs, otherwise he might not be able to see the steps clearly.

Something blurred his eyes, foggy, for a long while, tears were so stubborn that they refused to fall.

At this time, he needed something to extinguish the cold white flame burning in his heart.

Maybe a glass of wine?

what.

It's so cold, wine can warm the body and heart.

At 06:30 in the afternoon, a popular "Provence" bar under the name of the Port Mafia is also the only bar in Yokohama that can make high-quality absinthe.The time for the night's high is coming, but the music is not too loud, but changed to soothing light music, which caused the guests who came here to be a little disappointed, thinking that the bar has changed its tone.

The manager who runs the bar wanted to get back to normal, but he didn't know what to do, and whispered to the bartender: "Reduce the purity, don't give him too strong a drink."

The manager then quickly reported the matter to the Harbor Mafia behind the bar.

The public relations officer got the news that his boss was drinking alone in the bar and did not go home. The other party drank specially prepared absinthe, which is easy to cause hallucinations. The purity is relatively high. People who are not strong enough may be released after a few drinks. Well, that kind of thing has never been something that the mafia can drink casually.

"Next time we meet again, I'll go find Mr. Lan Tang."

The public relations officer greeted his friends, and rushed to the "Provence" bar with high emotional intelligence.

Ordinary subordinates naturally don't need to intervene in the cadre's affairs.

He is the direct subordinate of the other party, and will inherit the other party's connections in the port mafia in the future. If even the boss who is about to leave his job has to keep aloof and polite, then he is really not good at being a man.

The public relations officer walked into the bar with a decent smile, and the star's appearance attracted the attention of others. Fortunately, those who have been in the bar for a long time heard that this is the industry of the port mafia, but they did not dare to exclaim too much.

The handsome young man ignored the drunkards and found the drinking boss at first sight.

The long curly-haired Frenchman sat in a booth alone, and no one dared to disturb him, not only because of the waiter's warning, but also because the other party was too "weird"!This man, who was not wearing a black suit but just a slim windbreaker, was standing in the warm air vent, his body shivering from time to time, when the other party brought the wine glass to his mouth, his lips were so cold that he could hear the sound of teeth colliding, his deep and handsome facial features were suppressed extreme emotions.

That emotion seemed to explode with terrifying power when it was ignited.

Is it killing intent?

No.

Is it hatred?

No.

Gathering in the eyebrows of the lovers of the mafia bosses at the port... is endless depression and bitterness.

The public relations officer tightened his scalp and guessed that [-]% of them were emotional problems. If this was an emotional conflict between ordinary people, he could mediate one or two. One of the jobs of the bottom-level members of the port mafia is to mediate conflicts, but it involves the family affairs of Chief Aso. Who dares to intervene!

He served the absinthe mixed by the bartender, refused the waiter's service, and walked softly over to put the absinthe on Arthur Rimbaud's table, which was full of empty glasses.

"Mr. Lantang, do you need me to let the irrelevant people leave?"

"Ah."

Arthur Rimbaud was in a trance, his voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be in another world. The psychic temperament refused to be approached by others, which greatly distanced him from ordinary people.

If someone thought he was easy to bully, they would definitely pay the price in blood.

The public relations officer didn't say much, and turned around to arrange for the bar to close to the public tonight. Many members of the organization who were resting at the bar after the day shift saw Lan Tang drinking alone, and left obediently long ago.The iron and blood of the port mafia is far worse than before, but the five major cadres are more ruthless than the other. Among them, Lan Tang is the most low-key, but also unfathomable. Only people from the Lan Tang faction dare to approach when the other party is sad.

When the public relations officer personally put up a closed sign on the door of the bar, he watched Lan Tang out of the corner of his eye and saw that the other party took out his mobile phone, as if he was contacting the leader of the port mafia.

"Qiuya, don't wait any longer, come to the bar and find me."

"I have something to ask you."

Arthur Rimbaud didn't say which bar it was, and hung up the phone after talking on his own.

He is the person who understands Aso Akiya's ability best. Aso Akiya's control over Yokohama City is not so weak. From the moment he left the port mafia headquarters in front of Osamu Dazai, he knew that he couldn't hide it from his lover. Can analyze something from his reaction.

He drank a glass of wine too quickly, covered his mouth, and coughed in discomfort.

The body trembled slightly.

The shrunken and sad Frenchman was unexpectedly pitiful.

In the villa, Ma Shengqiu also looked at the phone call that was hung up, picked up the poetry collection and portraits on the ground, put them back where they were, and at the same time put the most beautiful paper rose that he folded in the headquarters on the table, As if I was afraid that the other party would not see me, I always wanted to put love in the most conspicuous position.

This is his love with all his passion, and he wants to bloom all the time and keep it at home forever.

Knowing that Lan Tang couldn't hear his voice, he replied softly: "Okay."

——I will agree to everything you say.

— except you want to leave me.

Seeing Aso Qiuya walking from the sidewalk outside without bodyguards, the public relations officer immediately admired the legendary leader who had no supernatural powers.Who said that Ma Shengqiu is weak, this courage to walk outside alone is perfectly in line with the aura of the Kanagawa gangster boss.

A black coat was draped over his shoulders, and Ma Shengqiu was also wearing a neat three-piece suit. Black and white formed a simple and elegant color collision, and a scarlet scarf hung on the collar.He has never been a person who is exaggerated, and the scarf given by the previous leader has torn a corner of his restraint.

He came for an appointment.

A showdown date with a lover.

The public relations officer opened the bar door for him before he pushed it open with his ungloved hand.

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of his subordinates and some bar staff, he walked towards Lantang, walked at a leisurely pace, and sat opposite him, stopping Arthur Rimbaud from continuing to drink.

"Stop drinking."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes were red the first second he saw him.

Ma Shengqiu even thought that Lan Tang would hug him, but unfortunately he didn't. Arthur Rimbaud's gaffe was short-lived, and his moist golden-green eyes faded from emotion and regained their composure.

"I thought drinking would warm my body." Arthur Rimbaud replied hissingly, "I'm so cold now, I really want to be hugged by you, but I find that's too weak, I want to be strong again, Be the self who can face anything without panic."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "I can understand."

Arthur Rimbaud's tense nerves were soothed, and a mixed coughing laughter came out of his throat: "That's great, you will always understand me, better than me."

Ma Shengqiu also thought that he would not be afraid, but his heart skipped a beat.

Only when you face it, will you know how afraid you are of being known by others.

He is not perfect.

The love he gave had glaring flaws.

But he lied to this person, saying that I would never lie to you, that I was your lover, that our three-month relationship was so natural, and that the spark of love between our hearts collided.

Except that I love you, everything else is false.

Arthur Rimbaud's deep eyes stared at the "inside" under the surface of Aso Qiuya. He originally forgave the other party's deception under love, and love did not take as long as three months.But he found that compared to cheating, there was another thing stuck in his throat - the explosion in the Yokohama Concession was caused by a conflict between him and his partner, and he misread Nakaya-kun, he and Paul were both responsible for this matter, they may have killed The real poet Rimbaud.

He kept thinking about it while drinking.

Ma Shengqiu also hated Paul Verlaine for unknown reasons. At first he thought that his lover suspected that his partner had betrayed him, but now he felt that there was a more terrifying explanation.

Is Qiu also hating Paul?

The teacher said that Qiu Ye's evil flower is distorted and mentally dangerous. Could it be that he is deceiving himself like himself?

Qiu also knew that she saved the wrong person, loved the wrong person, and was still unwilling to wake up...

No one understands that memory can be fooled better than Arthur Rimbaud. He doesn't want to get the cruel truth from Mr. Baudelaire, he just wants to hear the answer from the other party himself.

Arthur Rimbaud found a good opening for them, trying to open as easily as possible.

But the Frenchman's expression betrayed him.

That's mournful.

Ma Shengqiuya's heart was trembling, no less than the trembling caused by the other party's fear of the cold. He heard the other party ask: "Qiu Ye, the teacher returned all my things to me. Do you think I look good in a black hat?"

Aso Shengqiu also remembered that Lan Tang never wore a black hat to go out, but only tried it on at home.

"nice."

"January [-], [-], the season when the temperature was lower than today, and there was light snow outside. After I got off the taxi, did I see you wearing a black hat?"

"..."

"answer me."

"...No, you only wear earmuffs."

Ma Shengqiu also spoke the truth with difficulty.

"Yeah, I wear warm earmuffs because I'm afraid of the cold, so I can't wear a black hat anymore."

Arthur Rimbaud stroked his favorite plush earmuffs, and said in an ethereal tone: "After the explosion in the Yokohama Concession, you saved me. I have a black hat with my name embroidered on it. Let you find out that it is my personal item, and then use it to wake up my memory of the name..."

"You are so smart. This kind of smartness in dealing with people is far better than others."

"I was captured by your love step by step."

"We lived together, fell in love, got married, and you promised me to grow old together forever, to live and die together, I am so happy, if these are true..."

"I'm asking you one last time."

"Do you love my soul, or is this person... attached to your body?"

……