Started with a green hat for Verlaine

London, England.

Detectives are night owls who get excited about solving crimes, and there's nothing wrong with that.

The venue of the detective conference is located in a historic hotel, and many detectives are staying up, waiting for Edgar Allan Poe to defeat Edogawa Ranpo, who likes to brag.Witnessed by many detectives, Ranpo Edogawa jumped out of a detective novel that opened automatically with Fukuzawa Yukichi.

It was a manuscript of a novel that had supernatural powers applied to it.

People who come into contact with this supernatural item will be sucked into the world of the novel. If the murderer cannot be caught and the case solved, the other party will be trapped in it forever.

Edogawa Ranpo's ability to come out means that he has cracked the case written by Edgar Allan Poe.

He defeated the "Black Cat of the Rue Morgue" with "Super Reasoning"!

Edgar Allan Poe couldn't believe it: "You have been sealed with supernatural powers...why can you crack it?"

It is not the first time that Edgar Allan Poe has been deciphered with supernatural powers, but the person who deciphered him is a superhuman with high IQ like Conan Doyle, and IQ is just an embellishment besides supernatural powers.Edogawa Ranpo's supernatural ability is "super reasoning", which can instantly see through the truth. In theory, he is a person who relies heavily on supernormal abilities.

Edogawa Ranpo patted the non-existent dust, "My ability priority is above yours!"

Conan Doyle, who didn't show up all the time, but sat listening on the second floor, was attracted by the young Japanese detective.He has heard a lot about Edogawa Ranpo's deeds. After all, he is a writer and detective who dares to single out the British detective novel circle, and he was urged to write by Agatha for this.

What is power priority?

There is actually a saying that the British supernatural power community doesn't know?

Edgar Allan Poe literally interpreted the "priority of abilities", and said thoughtfully: "If my guess is correct, there are levels and permissions between different abilities? There are levels. The difference, I can understand, but where does the authority come from? You are clearly involved in my novel world, why do you say that your supernatural power authority is higher than ours..."

Edogawa Ranbu didn't listen to his analysis, and stared at him with eyes that could dig out the soul of the other party. Edgar Allan Poe's sleepy little raccoon's fur exploded, and he felt threatened.

Edogawa Ranpo said: "I defeated you, so what I said is right."

Edgar Allan Poe stammered: "I, I..." There was no rebuttal to the victor.

Fukuzawa Yukichi sneered and stopped the other party.

"Random!"

"...I didn't mess around, I just want to prove that the supernatural power is superior to him. The case he wrote involved Uncle Fukuzawa, saying that you are a murderer, causing you to suffer injustice..."

Edogawa faltered in disorder, threatening in a low voice, not daring to talk back to the elder Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Fukuzawa Yukichi stopped talking and only looked at him with disapproval.Edogawa lowered his head in disorder, and quickly walked back to the sofa area, refusing to listen to the discussion about his supernatural power.

Conan Doyle had already stood up, and was on the second floor to watch the development below.

"Can you successfully use your own abilities in the American detective's abilities?"

His eyes were thoughtful.

In fact, when he accepted the challenge of Edgar Allan Poe, he could break free from the suction released by the detective novel at any time. If he opposed entering the world of fiction with all his strength, the whole book would cease to exist.It's just that he judged Edgar Allan Poe's supernatural power category through the situation of other people after accepting the challenge. Coupled with his confidence in the mind, he entered the world of supernatural novels to experience life.

After entering, Conan Doyle accepted the rules, and the transcendent-level abilities were also sealed, so the ability priority exists, but there is no situation where the rules can be violated after accepting the rules.

After Conan Doyle ruled out all impossible options, his eyes became awe-inspiring.

——Edogawa Ranpo has no different abilities.

"The parent who can teach this child to pretend to be a person with different abilities must be an interesting person." Conan Doyle set his sights on Fukuzawa Yukichi. The white-haired swordsman has a staid personality and sticks to the bottom line. Could it be that a person who would raise a child to look like this is...a person who can't be judged by his appearance?

Fukuzawa Yukichi silently ignored the sight of the surroundings, not wanting to admit that he taught the chaos.

Such an ugly child was obviously spoiled by Mr. Qiu Ye!

Edogawa Ranpo was angry, and the defeated Edgar Allan Poe quickly joined him, one by one, and he spoke Japanese more fluently than many foreigners.

Edogawa Ranpo muttered: "You admit that I suppressed your supernatural ability."

Edgar Allan Poe nodded desperately.

Edogawa Ranpo restored Maomao's vitality, and happily shared with him: "My guardian and I are both IQ-type supernatural power users, and we are all super powerful supernatural power users!" Maybe two people can beat Brain Pie, not without him, Qiu Ye, and Dazai being smart, hee hee.

In this world, intelligence is not the most outstanding thing, supernatural power is, so Edogawa Ranpo wants to be the most powerful supernatural detective, sought after by everyone, and stand above all supernatural powers!

Edogawa Ranpo is a good baby who goes to bed on time, and occasionally stays up late to play games. After he solved Poe's ability, his eyelids began to fight and his mouth yawned.

"sleepy."

"I want to sleep, you can play by yourself."

The headstrong boy (?) with black hair and green eyes fell asleep without a care.

Fukuzawa Yukichi gestured to Poe to step aside, woke up the sleeping Edogawa Ranpo, and was about to lead him back to the hotel room. Unexpectedly, when he was going to the elevator, he ran into a pair of male lovers coming downstairs.

A shining Oscar Wilde and his stunning boyfriend Douglas.

The two are perfectly matched, in line with British and Eurasian aesthetics.

Apparently, they had a nice date out and went back to the hotel to rest.

However, judging from Alfred Douglas' undisguised irritability, the stunningly beautiful young man does not want to deal with people from the Detective Conference. To be precise, he does not want Oscar Wilde to meet his colleague Conan Doyle.However, out of the etiquette of the British, Oscar Wilde, as the sponsor and promoter of the Detective Convention, spent favors to invite Conan Doyle to take part in it. How could he not meet people.

"Honey, don't show such an expression, just smile, we'll go back to the room later." Oscar Wilde persuaded Douglas in a low voice in English.

Alfred Douglas rolled his eyes at him.

He thought sarcastically: How could the aloof Mr. Transcendence understand his thoughts? He didn't want to deal with the person who judged the high and low circles with supernatural powers, and Mr. Transcendence was keen on it. No matter how he promised the two-person world in bed, If he cheated again, he would jump into the sea by himself, and this playful bastard would turn his attention to those powerful and beautiful colleagues in a blink of an eye, admiring the brilliance of each other.

Edogawa fluttered his eyelids, blocked the way to the elevator by two tired and crooked people, and glanced sleepily at Douglas who seemed to be in the lead but actually had a relationship crisis.

Then he set his sights on Oscar Wilde.

He tilted his head slightly.

This man is really tall.

Also... It's too much, the other party holds a detective conference for others, full of perfunctory intentions, but I am not very interested in it!

"Hey, Mr. Blonde with the peacock, you're blocking our way."

In a word, the two lovers who were also traditionally blond looked at him together.

Oscar Wilde realized that the black-haired boy was referring to himself, and his face was slightly displeased, but for the sake of Edogawa Ranpo's immature face and innocent and beautiful green eyes, he ignored the other party and begged his lover: "Bo Xi, let's go there quickly, please, I will definitely listen to you next time."

Alfred Douglas reluctantly followed Wilde a few steps forward.

Ranpo Edogawa suddenly saw part of the truth of the detective conference, and said sharply: "The person you fell in love with at first sight asked you to hold a detective conference. Who is that person? The British? No, it's the French who have a bad relationship with the UK... ...French superhumans? Did you know each other through international cooperation?"

Oscar Wilde was dull.

Alfred Douglas stopped, turned to look at Wilde, and suddenly flew into a rage.

"You have a connection with that Paul Verlaine? Hold a detective conference for him?!"

"No, no!"

Oscar Wilde hastily denied that the question was too sensitive.

Alfred Douglas shook his hand away, feeling ashamed and disgusted, and asked the young detective in Asia, "What else did this guy do behind my back?"

Hearing Paul Verlaine's name, Edogawa Ranpo was full of energy, and his combat power was instantly full. Seeing Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyelids twitching wildly: "Ranpo, don't talk nonsense!"

Edogawa stepped forward in a random step, and said happily: "He will always be devoted to the most beautiful beauties, you don't have to worry, you are very in line with his aesthetics." Alfred Douglas's anger subsided, and he heard The other party said: "The premise is that you will always look good."

Alfred Douglas was sullen.

Edogawa Ranpo said to Oscar Wilde: "I will tell Qiuya about the fact that you helped Shuya's rival in love, you bastard!"

Oscar Wilde was caught off guard by the Japanese name: "Do you know Shuya?"

"Isn't this something you can tell at a glance? I'm Japanese." Edogawa Ranpo was dissatisfied with his position, "Akiya told me once that if you encounter difficult troubles in the UK, you can ask for help. I Seeing that the biggest trouble is yourself, your mind is not firm at all, Master Luanbu doesn't like you!"

Oscar Wilde obviously liked Qiu Ye, but in a blink of an eye, he left Qiu Ye behind for someone with a better appearance, and shamelessly often harassed his guardian with messages.

Edogawa Ranpo despised him with ordinary people's morality.

Oscar Wilde's skin was as thick as a city wall, and he immediately said with relief: "Since we are friends..." He was despised even more, "My children, I have an obligation to entertain you." He couldn't help asking puzzled, "Why do you say I helped Shuya's rival in love? Didn't he get married long ago in Japan?"

Alfred Douglas was a little relieved when he heard that the guardian was married, and he was a little frightened by the power of the other party to make anyone into an object of beauty.

Edogawa stepped into the opened elevator in random steps, and made a face at the two of them.Fukuzawa Yukichi closed the elevator door as fast as he could, but he still couldn't stop the chaotic mouth.

"Think for yourself! Don't destroy my Qiuye's happy marriage!"

As soon as Oscar Wilde heard it, he knew that he was in misery again, and his body trembled. Alfred Douglas raised his voice and stomped on the opponent's leather shoes: "You actually go to join the married man's family?"

Oscar Wilde defended: "It's all in the past."

Alfred Douglas: "Huh."

The first time was born and the second time was acquainted, the couple broke up again.

When Conan Doyle saw Oscar Wilde, he said with a faint smile: "You should go to accompany your lover who ran away in anger, instead of running to apologize to me. I heard your quarrel upstairs. You are not afraid of being laughed at by people from other countries."

Oscar Wilde was extremely helpless: "Posey's home is in London, and it's not the first time he ran home. I'll see him tomorrow."

Conan Doyle despised his dog-licking spirit towards the beauty, but the other party licked too hard, was very friendly to all his colleagues, helpful, and shared tasks, which indirectly increased their favorability a lot.

It is rare to find such dedicated colleagues.

Conan Doyle sighed with emotion, and said sharply: "You will break up sooner or later if you continue like this."

Oscar Wilde decadent.

God, why do the top smart minds in the UK say that about themselves!

"I want to marry him..."

"If you look at his portrait a few more times, you won't add to your troubles."

"..."

"Oh, I poked at your sadness, and I'm sorry to tell you, I'm also tired, I hope to see Mr. Wilde with a bright smile tomorrow."

"……Good night."

Stimulated by Conan Doyle's mention of the portrait, Oscar Wilde fled in desperation.

He returned to his residence in London.

In the basement, he held the white flannelette he found out in his hand, closed his eyes, and didn't dare to take a second look. He went straight to where the portrait was when he went down the stairs, and then covered his head and face with the white flannelette!After doing this step, there seems to be a strange movement in the portrait,

Oscar Wilde didn't dare to stop, and locked the portrait in the box, feeling relieved.

"That's all right."

Thinking of the portrait he dreads, he worries about gains and losses.

His paintings... can show a person's "true" appearance.

This kind of supernatural ability is a kind of sweet torture for Oscar Wilde, because he is a person who only looks at his face and then his figure, and does not pursue spiritual beauty very much, but his supernatural ability makes him often face A picture of beauty turning ugly.In the past, when the beauties he painted became ugly, he would discard them, and those who did not become ugly would be hung on his personal display rack, using supernatural powers to maintain the youth and beauty of the other party.

He also painted a portrait of himself, and he was smug, and the person in the portrait was exactly the same as himself!It can be said that the shining beauty of the British transcenders is due to his contribution!

Always pursue beauty and always be happy.

To be honest, he has seen some people whose portraits are more beautiful than real people. The general appearance is not high, and the beauty or uniqueness of the heart only improves the whole face to a higher level.

There are very few portraits of him that are truly amazing, about zero.

So far, the reason why he is so devoted to Percy is that the other person is so good-looking in real life, that's why he doesn't bother to pursue any spiritual beauty, anyway, there are no particularly beautiful ones.

There was no beauty's body temperature on the bed that night, and Oscar Wilde suffered from insomnia.

He thought about the relationship between Paul Verlaine and Aso Qiuya's love rivals, and also thought of the strange detective conference. He was worried that he would do bad things with good intentions, and what he would do if he accidentally cheated Aso Qiu.

He can be sure of one thing.

Qiu Ye's family must be full of beauties, and the little guy who talks nonsense is also good-looking.

"Aso... Qiuya..."

"I wanted to draw him last time, and I still owe him a favor for chasing Percy."

"I remember...the information says his birthday is on January [-]th? It's too late to give a birthday present. Why don't you just draw a portrait to make him look younger and healthier?"

Oscar Wilde tossed and turned, the spirit of the pigeon spirit broke out, but the inner thoughts of a person who wanted to see a happy marriage were just around the corner.

What does a happy brunette look like?

—Surely it won’t be dark.

Oscar Wilde, who had been hurt by Posey's portrait, reluctantly got up, huddled his shoulders and wrapped his winter nightgown, and moved out his easel and paints from other places.

He used his supernatural ability to cover the paint and drawing paper, and copied it from memory.

Do you think he copied Aso Qiuya who was approaching middle age?

No!

Of course, the younger the beauty, the better-looking it is!

Oscar Wilde’s painting is 24-year-old Aso Akiya. The black-haired young man he met at the cruise ship auction has a gentle and classic face. He wears couple rings on his fingers. When talking with others, his eyebrows and eyes are vivid. It seems to be somewhat similar to the blurred face in the dream.

He drew a portrait of Aso Qiuya, and the people under the brush began their own transformation.

Oscar Wilde listened to the classical music played in the living room, enjoying oriental beauty in general, and painted the eyes of the portrait with black jade like black.

The people in the portrait seem to be slowly "living" over.

"Aso Qiuya" has no happiness on his face, his eyes seem to have just woken up, showing cruelty and madness, the face that has not yet added color is pale, and the corner of the mouth is a cold, desolate smile.

This kind of dark beauty that is completely opposite to the sun has a little pathos.

Although the beauty is beautiful, it is full of daunting feelings.

Oscar Wilde: "..."

He was frightened.

Is this the legendary marriage happiness?

For the sake of my own eyes, the ability of "portrait" should be sealed!

……

Ward, the head of the Port Mafia Headquarters in Japan.

Aso Shengqiu, who was in a coma, also woke up earlier than the doctor expected. He opened his eyes, looked at the top of the European-style bed, his consciousness returned to the furnace, and he remembered his situation slowly.

Dazai Osamu and Yosano Akiko sat beside them to take care of each other, each finding a way to pass the time.

Osamu Dazai immediately observed his waking up: "Good morning, Qiuya."

Ma Shengqiu also twitched the corners of his mouth, unable to smile naturally as usual. He was too tired, his brain was heavy, and his body was recovering from shock. Layers of bandages seemed to wrap him in a dull and powerless environment.He overcame the exhaustion of his body, and his brain began to run at high speed. Mori Ogai and Osamu Dazai didn't let Yosano Akiko treat themselves, were they waiting for him to make a decision?

Yes, he shouldn't be treated.

How can Arthur Rimbaud get what he wants.

The corners of Aso Qiuya's eyes were dry, and he was afraid of the conversation that happened last night. He didn't want to recall Arthur Rimbaud's disgust for him, which seemed to be cutting his heart.

His despicableness was finally exposed in front of other people.

As a lover, he deceives each other with things that don't exist.

As a parent, he was dependent on the care of his two minor children when he was weak.

As the leader of the port mafia, he was seen by his subordinates as embarrassed and sent to treatment, and he couldn't explain his emotional problems afterwards.

Ma Shengqiu also thought of Arthur Rimbaud's sentence "I hate all your hypocrisy", and his heart seemed to be hollowed out, and he wanted to find another place to hug and cry.Osamu Dazai walked to the bed to look at Aso Shuya who was numb and escaping from life, the fragility of an adult.

"Do you need me to seal it for you?"

"..."

"There are many ways to make a person forget a memory."

"..."

"Or, rather than the public relations officer and the bar manager, do you want Mr. Lan Tang to regain his amnesia?"

"..."

"Speak up, Qiuya."

Osamu Dazai was not used to such a sad Aso Shuya, so he urged awkwardly.

In his view, as long as a solution is determined and solved in this direction, no matter how big the problem is, it is not difficult. After all, this world contains magical power and technology.

Happiness can be "created".

Didn't Ma Shengqiu just use deception to fabricate eight years of happiness?A little less naive, a little more rational, extending eight years into a lifetime is a lifetime of happiness.

Ma Shengqiu also listened to what Dazai Zhi kept saying, and suddenly realized that he had really done something wrong, and he actually taught Dazai Zhi the idea that cheating for a lifetime can lead to happiness.

"No...it's not like that..."

Dazai was slightly taken aback.

Yosano Akiko couldn't bear it anymore: "Dazai-kun, you will become a scum like this!"

Osamu Dazai said: "If the truth makes people suffer, it's not bad to be immersed in falsehood."

Akiko Yosano, who has been autistic in a nursing home: "False is always false. Those who have experienced the real will understand that no matter how painful and desperate they are, they are still living in a fresh world. That trace of true emotion is the most touching thing in the world." It can make life worse than death, and it can also make people see themselves clearly!"

Yosano Akiko looked at Aso Akiya who was injured on the hospital bed for some reason.

"Mr. Qiuya, I don't know what happened to you, but what you taught me is to face the past bravely. When I was trapped by the nightmare of soldiers' death, only you let me take revenge on the culprit."

Outside the ward, Mori Ogai who was about to knock on the door shyly withdrew his hand.

Alice covered her mouth and suppressed a smile.

Yosano Akiko didn't feel Mori Ogai's complicated heart, her eyes were full of sincerity, the girl has the heart of a doctor who hangs a pot to help the world, and hates people who don't care about their bodies. It stands to reason that she should dislike Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu. Treat Aso Qiuya, but she respects the man's decision after he wakes up.

"Mr. Qiuya, please cheer up. There are many wonderful things waiting for you in the real world. Mr. Ranpo and the president are abroad, and they are still waiting to come back to give you a birthday surprise."

Random steps...

Ma Shengqiuya's eyes moved slightly, it was more than a random step, there was also Zhongye who was transferred by him at home, and the two people who were not strong enough to bear were all sent to a safe place by him.

His gaze shifted from Akiko to Aji.

The child was the only one who accompanied him, watching his relationship with Arthur Rimbaud.

You are the signpost of the other person's view of happiness.

Can't fall down.

What's more, if he is alive, it means that the painstakingly cultivated relationship has not been completely destroyed.

If you live, you have a future...and you can create the future...

"Azhi, I'm fine." Ma Shengqiu tried to sit up with difficulty, feeling that every muscle in his body was aching, "The knot between me and Lantang has been settled, and I don't need to avoid the things of the past in the future."

Aso Qiuya's hands were wrapped into pig's trotters. The tears he cried yesterday were the price of his lying eight years ago. He was too weak and put himself in a state of resignation.Since Arthur Rimbaud didn't take off his wedding ring, and didn't remove his human-shaped alien ability, it means that the two still have a chance to reconcile.

Lan Tang's heart softened!

He admits that he is a vile and shameless liar who can be scolded bloody, but their marriage does not have the option of divorce!

I exchange eight years for your whole life.

Either you kill me, or I get rid of your other options.

A sickly port mafia boss replays Arthur Rimbaud's every move, frame by frame, in reverse, looking for evidence that Arthur Rimbaud loves him.Finally, he thought of the soft touch of the French kissing the wedding ring, blood and romance, deceit and madness, who can say that Arthur Rimbaud gave up?

- We love each other.

——Farewell is not marriage, but the past, a knot of deception and being deceived.

"Aji, is Lantang still in Japan?"

"Well... I used the money you gave me to book all the plane tickets from Japan to France. His plane ticket had to be booked at two o'clock this afternoon."

Osamu Dazai exposed the skill of spending money like water with a sly sentence.

Ma Shengqiu's eyes also turned black.

Fortunately, his heart is strong, and he lives in such a family with either high military strength or outstanding intelligence. If he didn't learn how to build up his mind and improve himself, he wouldn't be able to suppress these people long ago.

Love is deceitful, but maintaining love requires hard work.

"Give me special medicine, I want to get out of bed."

……

In the end, he didn't believe he had nothing!