Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Eight years ago.

The French spies sat at the table and wrote down their mission records.

He looked at Paul Verlaine, who was sleeping in a simple hotel with one leg bent and lying on his side because the bed was not long enough. Regarding the many deficiencies of his partner and lover in the mission, he did not write them down and report them to the French government. It is to patiently teach the other party, hoping that the other party will make more achievements and integrate into France.

This is the fastest way, and it is also a proof that the "human weapon" in the hands of the anti-government has surrendered to the French government.

Paul must pass the test of the French government on the battlefield.

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't tell his heart, which didn't fit the task of the educator, but Mr. Baudelaire supported him in cultivating Paul Verlaine, saying that the child hadn't been completely defined yet.

Teacher Baudelaire is also looking forward to what kind of posture this "flower of evil" will bloom in.

Arthur Rimbaud put away the letters and closed the windows that let in the rain.He walked up to Paul Verlaine's bedside who kept a trace of vigilance, without smiling, he looked indifferently at the man who was as beautiful as a stunner, and thought: You must become stronger, arm yourself with gravity, and use your spirit to resist being judged by others. Possibility of manipulation, I will find ways for you to control the power of the second stage.

——No matter what kind of hell lies ahead, I will never hate you.

—Because I know you haven't found your heart yet.

At that time, Arthur Rimbaud didn't think about one thing at all, what if his partner found his heart?

A heart that ignorantly felt the love of mankind, which gave birth to the seven deadly sins.

For this reason, Paul Verlaine killed Akiya Aso, and with the head of a black-haired man, he smiled and said "I love you" to Arthur Rimbaud who taught him how to love, as if happiness was within reach...

Is this hell?

Is this hell?

Is this hell brewed with the greatest blessings?

"..."

There was a dead silence, and the world seemed unreal.

The bluish-white moonlight shone on the two of them, Arthur Rimbaud's face was blank, his heart contracted to a sharp tingling pain, the deep and melancholy facial features of the Frenchman showed an unreal sense of nothingness, and the violent emotions beyond the threshold seemed to be blocked by the brain Paused, the pain could not be passed to the master.

He looked at the cruel and unknowing Paul Verlaine with unprecedented eyes.

The head was in the palm of Paul Verlaine's hand.

Paul Verlaine's five fingers spread out, gravity made the head float slightly, and the blood coagulated on the neck, which did not flow completely, allowing the head to perfectly retain the expression it had in life.

Ma Shengqiu also has no nostalgia for "birth".

The man's face was only pale and sad, like the liquid dripping from the thousand-year-old stalactite in the underground cave, converging into this faint smile, cold and desolate, turning the no longer hot love into a sharp blade, without A merciless... stab into Arthur Rimbaud's heart.

——Don’t you look down on ordinary people?

——Don't you care that the transcendent kills an ordinary person everywhere?

Arthur Rimbaud's consciousness was fuzzy, and he heard himself asking in a trance-like tone, as if he was watching an opera related to himself, but seemed to be far away from the stage: "Paul, you said he voluntarily was read by me?"

Paul Verlaine replied easily: "If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

The cruel and unaware Paul Verlaine observed his expression, restrained some joy, human beings always grieve over the death of their own kind, and he wanted to give his relatives and friends some room for buffering.

"Don't you believe me?"

"If I took the initiative to kill him, I would never bring his head to you."

"He originally wanted to commit suicide by jumping off a building, but he changed his mind for some reason. Maybe he found that the corpse that jumped from the building would be particularly ugly. Compared with the corpse, it would be completely destroyed and beyond recognition. He asked me to kill him and not to destroy his head. , that's where he looks the best."

"I think so too...for an Asian, he still looks good."

"So I brought his head here."

"This is his most beautiful time. He hopes to be seen by you. I fulfilled his wish and didn't intend to stuff his head into the trash can like before."

"Although he is a rival in love, I respect his choice. He is really considerate, and he automatically withdraws from the relationship that should not be involved. There is no one who is more sensible than him..."

Paul Verlaine recalled Aso Qiuya's reaction before his death: "But his request was very special, beyond my imagination, he wanted me to cut along the wound on his body, I can see that it was you who stabbed him. Yes, in order to find the location where you stabbed, I tried my best to give him a relief."

Arthur Rimbaud's body seemed to be unsteady and swayed.

Paul Verlaine said sincerely: "Don't worry, I didn't bring unnecessary pain to your lover, the feeling of being cut... From my experience, it may be the same as the skin that has been blown by the wind. People I kill often die without realizing their injuries."

"There is a strange thing. I told him that we had exchanged names and reconciled with each other. After he knew it, he didn't hate me anymore. I could see that he died willingly at my hands. .”

"It's the first time I saw someone who begged me to kill him and didn't hate me just to be with us."

"I approve of him."

"He loved you very much and called your name before he died."

Paul Verlaine uttered Akiya Aso's last words in a straightforward tone: "Rimbaud."

To the Frenchman Paul Verlaine, the Japanese "Lantang" that Aso Qiuya chanted obsessively was clearly "Rimbaud". He probably got used to Japanese, so he helped to correct the standard terminology.

【Rimbaud...】

The name is like some kind of switch.

Arthur Rimbaud's heart was pulled back halfway by the sword that pierced it, and then pierced through his chest to his throat. After a sudden force, his brain was also destroyed in one fell swoop.The moment he heard "Rimbaud", his tears fell from his expressionless face like broken beads.

This body's perception of emotion seems to be broken.

Perceived disconnection.

connection.

Disconnect again.

In the end, the seawater in the depths of hell overflowed the bridge between the body and the soul, and the seawater surged in, ignoring the powerful power of the supernatural being, and submerged Arthur Rimbaud's soul.

[Aso Qiu also knows the truth about the name swap between you and your partner. 】

[He deceived Paul Verlaine with the reason that he could read humanoid superhuman abilities, let Paul Verlaine bring his head to see you, and punish you with death. 】

[He calls out who Rimbaud's name is. 】

[He died. 】

【His head curses you, curses your love that abandoned him, curses you for admitting the identity of the master of the black hat, and taking the name of Arthur Rimbaud. 】

【——Ma Shengqiu also hates you. 】

Arthur Rimbaud stood in hell and looked at his most familiar partner, the lost voice came back to his throat, it was the taste of blood, and he laughed amid tears.

"That's right...cough...I'm as surprised as you..."

"Paul... I remember that I taught you that tool people are not people, and humanoid supernatural powers can be edited and programmed... You have always hated my saying that you are human..."

"Cough...it's me...I taught everything..."

"It's me who made you colder..."

"That's right... I made you want to live as a human being... Cough cough... I'm responsible for everything...I made you like this...I made me and Qiu also like this..."

Immediately afterwards, Paul Verlaine saw Arthur Rimbaud half-laughed and coughing non-stop.

He spat out a mouthful of heart blood, which fell to the ground.

Paul Verlaine froze.

No matter how unfamiliar it was, Paul Verlaine recognized that it was the blood that would vomit when he was extremely angry or sad.

Arthur Rimbaud withdrew the "color painting book", and the golden subspace disappeared slowly, not as fast as before, as if the supernatural power was trying to retain the master, whispering something.

Arthur Rimbaud smelled the pungent smell of blood, both his own and Qiuya's.

He reached out his hand towards Paul Verlaine, who was a little at a loss.

He couldn't tell whether he wanted to hug the head, or hug Paul Verlaine who controlled the head.

"Paul...you come here..."

Paul Verlaine felt fear for some reason.

He took a step back.

Such Arthur Rimbaud made his hair stand on end, but he had faced countless crises, so how could he be afraid of Arthur Rimbaud, and this man loved himself more than his country and life.

Thinking of what his relatives and friends have done for him, he stands firm.

"Don't be sad, I don't care about your previous remarks." Paul Verlaine tried his best to persuade Arthur Rimbaud to return to normal state, "We should go to the headquarters of the port mafia, you go and read his body, and we will sit down again." There is still time for the plane to return to France..."

Arthur Rimbaud looked at him calmly with tears in his eyes.

The true despair is so peaceful, without a trace of luster, it is completely dull.

Paul Verlaine didn't understand this, and his voice became dry, describing his future life with Arthur Rimbaud, "I know I was self-willed once, didn't you give up on him? You stabbed him with the knife Ah! He cheated you for eight years by taking advantage of his superpowers. If you give up, don’t look back! Since you love me, we will start our lives again, and when we return to France, you can punish me however you want.”

Arthur Rimbaud shook his head slightly, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I won't punish you..."

Paul Verlaine didn't believe in Arthur Rimbaud's promise before, but now he regrets it. He wants to go back to the past with Arthur Rimbaud and make up for the lost eight years.

"Really?" Paul Verlaine walked in front of Arthur Rimbaud, the power in his palms kept enveloping his head, like an invisible threat, "You must not lie, I will tell Ma Shengqiu There is no killing intent anymore, it's really not that I want to kill him, it's that he wants to die in my hands..."

Paul Verlaine added: "Don't care about my feelings, I used to hate your behavior of reading humanoid abilities, this time you can read him, I am willing to accept this person."

The dangerous "Assassin King" in the eyes of others will always reveal his immature side in front of Arthur Rimbaud. From a psychological point of view, he has been left with many unnoticed psychological traumas. Relatively childish behavior appears in front of one's own teacher or elders.

Arthur Rimbaud hugged Paul Verlaine, and the clear tears in his eyes turned into blood tears. He was crying silently and heartbreakingly, and he didn't need to be known by anyone.

Paul Verlenson was stunned and relaxed his control over his head.

What Arthur Rimbaud had in his arms was nothing else—the fruit of twelve years of brewing.

"Paul..."

"We can't go back."

The golden "Painting Book" was released from the palm of Arthur Rimbaud, and penetrated the back of Paul Verlaine, who is also a transcendent.Paul Verlaine felt the pain of being pierced through his heart, his face was faintly distorted, and he said in a sad tone: "What are you doing?"

Arthur Rimbaud was crying, for his life of failing to protect love and fulfilling his responsibilities, "My biggest mistake...was letting you be born into this world full of killing."

"I gave you life, but never taught you well."

"This is my sin."

"I can't... bear it any longer..."

Arthur Rimbaud personally strangled Paul Verlaine who made mistakes and went astray.

"Ah... ah... I really... don't want this... Paul, why did you hurt him... with your wishful words and innate strength..."

"I...love Qiuya...I love him...not you..."

"Even if he is an ordinary person who can only revenge me with death and let me kill you ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The chaos was everywhere, the vital points were destroyed, and the power in Paul Verlaine exploded in chaos.

The huge evil dragon went berserk.

For the first time, Yokohama City encountered a decisive battle between two surpassers.

Arthur Rimbaud hugged Aso Akiya's head, the long curly black hair and the short hair fell together, unable to distinguish the colors from each other.His tears mixed with blood from his head and neck fell on the subspace barrier of the "Painting Book". He tried his best to transfer the dragon to the surface of the sea, and said hysterically in the subspace: "I don't forgive you! Paul Verlaine—I will never forgive—! You will always remember me with the life you gave me to come to this world!"

"Human beings are human!"

"It's not the body, not the soul, not the power of the surface. Humans are those who can perceive the joys and sorrows of the material world! People who can't understand will always be aliens!"

"Humanity will not forgive a murderer who kills a loved one!"

"You killed my lover - your brother's father! You ruined our chance of reconciliation! You don't understand, you don't understand what love is! I will drag you to hell with me, and let the real gods judge us offense!"

"I was wrong--"

"God! I shouldn't play with the life and death of human beings and create supernatural life forms!"

……

Please, kill for me.

If you love me, why don't you raise your gun for me?

--it is good.

……

Seven years ago, Lan Tang was crushed on the bed by Ma Shengqiu, and when he was immersed in his boyfriend's skills, he suddenly heard such a question, he smiled sweetly, and only had the other person in his eyes.

——You can kill anyone.