Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Baudelaire thought Arthur was crazy.

Unreasonable!

Things that are desperate for love, at most, happen to young people who are not deeply involved in the world, but whoever is in a high position will regard love as life?Take the former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom as an example. The other party was with the eldest son of the Douglas family and publicly announced same-sex marriage. Is this crazy? The "Seven Betrayers" were unable to directly capture the head of state, so they captured the other party's lover, coerced the other party to show up, and went to Everdark Island to save people.

Afterwards, the British head of state was imprisoned and brainwashed, signed an armistice agreement, and was insulted by the people before he stepped down.

The romance between the two fell apart.

The person who was wanted to be rescued by the other party regardless of status, also committed suicide due to depression.

"Attil, do you really want to stay in Japan?"

"No matter how France judges me, I accept it all, I will not leave here... I will use my life to atone for it..."

Seeing that Arthur Rimbaud started to go crazy again, Baudelaire did not give the other party a chance to continue, and aimed a knife at the back of the neck, knocking out the student who trusted himself and did not use the "painting book" defense.Zhong Yuanzhong was also wary of launching an attack, and Baudelaire said angrily: "You are so brave to take back your supernatural power. With the same gravity power as Paul, Ma Shengqiu never taught you to hide it." ?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also heard his familiar tone with his father, and was caught off guard: "You are Mr. Lantang's teacher...and you know my father?"

Baudelaire said coldly: "We met in France, personal relationship is out of your control."

He has arranged for people to collect evidence of Paul Verlaine's treason, and try his best to keep Arthur Rimbaud.

"Little ghost, tell me everything that happened in the early morning."

"Why!"

"Since the current situation is unclear, I am the only one who can save you. Without me, you are waiting to enter St. Marguerite in France together!"

"...what is that place?"

"The prison is specially used to detain people with special identities, and the transcendent is no exception."

"..."

Under Baudelaire's fierce eyes, Zhongyuan Zhong also felt a sense of horror of being exposed, and involuntarily turned his eyes to the comatose Arthur Rimbaud, and felt relieved that the other party could finally get a "rest" .

Expose it.

Baudelaire observed the orange-haired boy's hesitation: "Say!"

In the absence of two clever little devils, Baudelaire arrested Zhongyuan Zhongye, and the two were related. Baudelaire was Arthur Rimbaud's teacher and Paul Verlaine's half-watcher. He has the responsibility and obligation to discipline the supernatural beings in France, and Nakahara Chuya has a complicated history. It is said that it is a humanoid weapon researched based on Paul Verlaine's birth data, and indirectly has a close relationship with France.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know why he didn't dare to refute the other party. Maybe it was because the other party's eyes looked like elders, or maybe it was because of his trust in his father's connections.

He let go, and said his request: "I can say it, but you must guarantee to protect Dazai."

Baudelaire asked sarcastically, "Why didn't you say yourself?"

Nakahara Chuya clenched his fists: "I have learned about my situation from a very early age. Sooner or later, I will face my life experience. I don't need anyone's protection. As long as I exist, I will try my best to protect others. In this way... Maybe when I try my best, I can understand the meaning of existence."

"Dazai is different. He doesn't have a specific goal, and he doesn't need to be bound by his background."

"I owe him a favor."

"Back then, Ranpo and I failed to rescue him, and couldn't change his childhood, so that this guy has grown crookedly like this."

"Dad said—"

Recalling his father's words before his death again, Nakahara Chuya's tears were faintly visible under the colored contact lenses.

"When the brothers are unreliable, I will support the family!"

To this end, he can release "filth", incarnate as a second monster, and use the power that destroyed the Yokohama Concession to save people!to revenge!

Baudelaire looked at him with a look of disbelief.

Is this a humanoid weapon?

Even if he is a normal teenager, he will not be more responsible than Zhongyuan Zhongye!

Did he and the French government...really train the wrong Paul Verlaine?Is this the correct training direction?

Suddenly a certain thought came to mind, and Baudelaire asked, "Young man, have you ever killed someone?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also replied: "I haven't."

In the eighth year of his life, Nakahara Chuya’s body and mind are clean, and he is not overwhelmed by hesitant sadness. He does not think that he is weak if he has not killed anyone. He has a heart that has been forged by happiness, and there are relatives who understand him. , Supporting his companions, writing romantic poems... Unknowingly, he has many things he cares about, values ​​the value of human life, and vows never to be a bully.

Nakahara Chuya gradually realized because of Qiu Ye's teachings, but he never saw his living father again.

The figure of the orange-haired boy standing in the chief's room was like a benchmark.

Really moved Baudelaire.

outside.

Osamu Dazai listened to the voice coming out of the earphones, cut off the content behind it, and Chuya got Baudelaire's preliminary acknowledgment.

This acknowledgment was due to Shuya and Rantang's factors, but the most important thing was Chuya's own performance.

"Qiuya...everyone in your house is a monster."

However, you turned monsters into people, and you gave everyone growth with death.

including me.

……

Osamu Dazai came to the downstairs of the port mafia headquarters, and took out a birthday present for Qiuya in the place where the items were kept.

A belated gift, unable to see that person again.

Osamu Dazai tore open the packaging bag, threw it into the trash can, and looked at the name on the cover of the book.

"The Hunchback of Notre Dame, by Victor Hugo."

Immediately afterwards, he went to unwrap other presents, opening the presents one by one instead of Qiu Ye, ""Mad Dog in Black", author Ryunosuke Yanagawa."

On the side of the Armed Detective Agency, Sakunosuke Oda, who had been hinted and reminded by him, also sent a short story as a gift, as if it was a kind of tacit understanding. Oda Sakunosuke wrote that he did not join the Armed Detective Agency and entered the port mafia to work. daily.

""Mafia Handyman Diary"... really fits his style."

Osamu Dazai put the three books on his chest, and felt the power of literature for the first time, which can vent power just like supernatural powers.

Plus Edogawa Ranpo's collection of novels and signatures collected in England.

This time, Qiu also gained a lot.

Osamu Dazai said: "If you are alive, you will be very happy, if you can turn back time... Would you be willing to live?"

Osamu Dazai once heard the "miracle" described by Shuya in this world, and suddenly he was full of unrealistic hopes like Ranpo. If hope is not a mirror, but actually exists in a certain corner of the world, isn't it... Hope to reverse tragedy?

Osamu Dazai did not leave the port mafia headquarters, and looked outside with empty eyes.

The seemingly normal streets may hide many people watching, and he and Zhong are both on some bad lists.

Only, relying on random steps to go out to search for information.

Suddenly the port mafia team outside came back, this is a team of salvage members of the seaside, they have nothing in their hands, only a wet black hat...

Dazai Osamu's pupils flashed a cold light, he stepped forward quickly, and snatched away the stolen black hat.

"Did you only salvage this thing?"

"Ah, yes, Master Dazai, everything that sinks in the sea is sundries, and there is nothing else that looks like it was just lost."

"This is mine."

Osamu Dazai held the black hat in his hand, afraid of getting the books wet, pinched it with his fingers, found an empty office to get in, and then he carefully traced the black hat with both hands, regardless of whether the black hat would be deformed or not. He stroked every corner of it—he found the sewn-in metal and a tiny locator.

"A miniature locator specially made by the port mafia, which was placed by Shuya."

"What is this metal object..."

Osamu Dazai faintly felt that it was not a normal thing. He thought that the black hat was kept at home. It used to be Mr. Lan Tang's item, but it was taken away by Paul Verlaine.

Why did Paul Verlaine take away a black hat?

Remembrance of old love?

Don't be ridiculous, it's impossible.

Qiu Ye definitely anticipated the possibility of theft one step earlier, and placed a locator on the black hat in advance.

Osamu Dazai fell into deep thought. In terms of reasoning, although he didn't want to ask others for help, Ranpo's brain is really easy to use.

—Forget it, this is an external brain shared by the whole family.

Osamu Dazai put the black hat on the towel, let the towel absorb the moisture, picked up the book, curled up on a chair much bigger than him, and read novels and books with bloodshot eyes that could not sleep.

He knew far more than others, even if Ma Shengqiu wanted to hide it, it was useless.

Looking at the first printing of "Notre Dame de Paris", he witnessed a bizarre experience of Ma Shengqiu in Notre Dame de Paris, France.

"Esmeralda... refers to the dancing heroine."

"The lamb is Lucy, she later hated being vegetarian..."

"Pierre Gringoire, if the name is not mistaken, he is the author of the poetry collection "Flowers of Evil", that is, Baudelaire..."

"16-year-old brother..."

"Have you ever gained ease and happiness in the world of non-supernatural powers?"

The reason for his thinking is very simple, Ma Shengqiu also died at the hands of a person with supernatural powers, the root cause of which is the unfairness of this world.

No one cares about the chief's room, and there is a person's message on the computer screen that no one will touch.

[I am your reader, what do you think of people with supernatural powers? 】

Osamu Dazai was aroused to hate the supernatural world.

It is not accurate to say that he hates it. Osamu Dazai has no sense of the natural gap between strength and weakness. He can cross the interval of strength and invalidate the supernatural power of the transcendent.

What he despaired of was that the most despised supernatural power took the life of Aso Qiuya.

The other party could only break down and cry.

The opponent could only kneel down, his whole body was stained with blood.

Apart from jumping off a building and being asked to kill himself, how can an ordinary person gain a little self-esteem in front of transcendents?

Putting down the book, Osamu Dazai couldn't help retching, his stomach regurgitated when he thought of the blood and minced meat all over the place, the warmth of the flesh seemed to be still sticking to the skin, it was so disgusting.He fell down from the chair, supported himself with both hands, and looked blankly at the empty office, "Qiuya...what are you thinking? Tell me!"

"I remembered...he said that he is not a person with supernatural powers, more than once...I don't believe him."

Dazai stared blankly at the ground.

No carpet.

It was just an ordinary office, used by members of the clerical staff, with no loving parents who would carpet their children.

"I am also... one of the murderers who killed him."

……

In Yokohama City, a luxury hotel not owned by the port mafia was booked.

Paul Verlaine, who was almost dead, was lying on the bed and was treated by a German supernatural doctor. The surface of his body recovered, and the toxin that paralyzed his nerves disappeared.His blond hair is messy, and the hairstyle he braided yesterday is out of shape. His light-colored blond hair is close to milky gold, and it is softer than silk when it falls on the pillow. Under the quilt that covers his waist and abdomen, his hands and feet are bound by extremely strong alloy shackles. Locked up, imprisoned on the bed, like a prisoner with bad associations.

No one would underestimate a transcendent who became famous by assassination, and any German subordinates who approached him were extremely nervous.

The opposite of Paul Verlaine's physical integrity was his complexion.

extremely weak.

Breathless.

Unlike human beings who need vitality to live, he lives by the "singularity" created by supernatural powers. He is quite inhuman. The source of his power is in the heart, and the core power has disappeared. Every minute and every second is consumed by others. the power of.

Paul Verlaine lost his black hat, and the price was that he could not resist the orders of the outside world and became a veritable puppet.

Paul Verlaine didn't want to move anymore, so he could order him whatever he wanted.

His empty heart could never be filled with love.

In the corner, Goethe, who was sitting on a chair as if in the shadows, suddenly said gently: "You are like a human being who has given up his life."

Paul Verlaine had heard "like" so many times that he could no longer irritate himself.

Goethe said, "Aren't you curious about anything?"

After reading "Flowers of Evil", Goethe put down the book and walked over, "For example, why did your former partner kill you?"

Paul Verlaine laughed coldly, because Arthur Rimbaud no longer loved me.

This is human beings.

Goethe said: "Thanks to your help in the battle with him, the Japanese 'humanoid weapon' that has disappeared for a long time has also appeared. The power he displayed is exactly the same as yours. It is worthy of being made by the Japanese government according to your parameters. Do you have any ideas? ?”

Paul Verlaine had no idea, he seemed tired and lazy, and his eyes would not give him the slightest glimpse.

Goethe's skin is even better than that of a teenager, and there are no wrinkles when he smiles.

His actual age is older than Victor Hugo.

"He was brought up by Aso Qiuya. He was taught very well. He is really a powerful parent. He knows how to teach an inhuman mind how to become a human being. Isn't it hard to imagine? Your partner is not him husband, but his partner ... or wife."

On the bed, Paul Verlaine closed his eyes, but he couldn't stop the devil's inducing voice.

"To shut up……"

Embarrassing truths are revealed.

"He made the patriotic transcendent selfish, raised another 'you' to grow up, and you ruined the happiness of another 'you'."

Goethe added another sentence on the basis of the facts.

Paul Verlaine closed his heart and did not want to suffer any more spiritual harm.

"Paul, escaping is not a good habit, it's a human vice." Goethe brushed his fingers over the bangs that covered half of his face on the other's forehead, revealing his closed eyes, "Why should a non-human learn from a human? It's different from you."

Goethe smiled and said the information that was abruptly erased by Ma Shengqiu.

"There are also human parents in the Central Plains. That body is the original body of human beings, and only you are a clone."

"How sad."

"Aso Qiu also wiped out the insiders, used money and contacts to keep the fragile life of the clone, and returned the clone of Chuya Nakahara to the parents who lost the child. At this time, the thin child was living with the parents. By his side, he has the same face as Zhongyuan Zhongye."

"From beginning to end, you don't have a 'brother'."

Paul Verlaine, who relied on Zhongyuan Zhongye to support the last bit of obsession, felt empty.

He gave up his partner, and the "brother" he got in exchange hated him, and now even the only "brother" is hard to tell from the real.

Goethe put his hand on Paul Verlaine's heart.

"You're wondering why I'm saying this."

"Things of the same kind... as long as you use dim sum, you can make them."

"But an existence like you is a joke of fate. You have perfectly reproduced the body of the blonde 'Rimbaud'."

"That is a truly mysterious person with supernatural abilities. He left France when he was a teenager. I don't know where he went. The Mu Shen fell in love with him at first sight, and coveted the other party's powerful power. He cloned him with a small amount of cell tissue. , after being tormented by him for many years, it actually succeeded."

"Your code name is 'Black No. 12', and there are eleven failures ahead."

"They're all imperfect."

"You have lost everything, don't you want to find your body? Instead of dying alone, why don't you drag another person who caused your birth to hell, I will help you, and the price is that you have to work in Germany."

"Within a limited range... I will give you 'freedom'."

"If you want to kill me."

"You can also try."

Goethe squeezed Paul Verlaine's chin, and kissed this impeccable face.

The devil also likes beauties, and it is a pleasure to lure beauties into hell.

"Or--"

"You'd rather the German government confiscate your body?"

"Well, murderous aura is pretty good."

Not long after, Paul Verlaine made a painful sound. There was a movement of shackles struggling on the bed. It was so intense that the German subordinates guarding outside the door couldn't help pricking up their ears. Unfortunately, the sound was lowered and could not be heard anymore.

Lord Goethe enjoyed it so much that even the European "Assassination King" was included in the palm of his hand.

That's a top-notch blonde.

inside the room.

Goethe reshaped Paul Verlaine's core of power.

Paul Verlaine couldn't believe it, and checked his heart: "This force...can't be human..."

Goethe smiled at him, holy and corrupt, capable of swaying all unsteady people.

"We are the same kind."

The German put his hands on the other's shoulders naturally, and the pajamas slid down, revealing the other's body, completely under his control.

The devil who has tasted countless beauties who have sold their souls covered them, wanting to take away a due reward.

Paul Verlaine said indifferently: "I don't have this interest, and I don't like old men. If you insist on forcing me, with the mental training I have received, I can leave a mindless body to deal with you."

Gode ​​paused.

The Germans were pierced by the incomprehensible style of the French.

Then, like a patient hunter, Goethe said with a chuckle, "Okay, I'll wait for you to find me to relieve you, and you are not allowed to play with small props."

He stroked Verlaine's seemingly indifferent face, and walked away.

Paul Verlaine's face was gloomy.

Germany even got this kind of information?Damn Faun, most of my physical defects are intentional.

Fortunately, he thought it was the impotence of the body that implicated him! ! !