Started with a green hat for Verlaine

5 minutes passed.

When the afternoon worship time came, the person in the portrait looked at everyone with a smile, just like facing those invincible transcendents in life.

The transcendent who watched the excitement somewhat had some sincere worship thoughts for him, perhaps to verify the saying "Standing on the top, you can also lower your head and sniff the roses", they are no longer arrogant and tempered when presenting flowers , calmly went to see each other for the last time.

The dark-haired young man in the coffin is like a Sleeping Beauty.

The sutures are not hideous at the neck, the head rests in the center, and the coffin is covered with white camellias.

The smell is fragrant, and the whole flower blooms, which seems to have a different flavor than ordinary camellias.

Victor Hugo looked at Esmeralda who gave Quasimodo the bud of pure love, and whispered the other party's real name.

"Qiu Ye."

"May you stay away from misfortune and be happy forever."

Victor Hugo placed white daisies in front of the photo, next to the flowers sent by Arthur Rimbaud.

Charles Pierre Baudelaire did not send camellias, such a sad decapitated flower has been seen once, and there is no second flower that can match it.What he sent was the national flower of France, the white iris.

"I have the same thoughts as Victor. May you return to peace, always be elegant and pure, and no longer distort yourself."

"farewell."

Their Esmeralda left this supernatural society.

Those doubts, indifference, and condescending gaze that Ma Shengqiu had suffered during his lifetime dissipated, and the Sri Lankan people were gone, leaving behind a beautiful past, and the bells of the fifteenth century echoed in their ears.

There was a heavy farewell from the person in front, and the phantom bent down in front of the photo, and put down the flowers, it was a bunch of desperate black roses.

"If you fall in love with a transcendent, this is probably the end."

One sentence hurts all transcendents.

The Phantom is not afraid of anyone, has committed no crimes, and has not insulted others. It is a simple fact.

He looked at Aso Qiuya in the coffin with the gilt pupils behind the mask, and after confirming that he had remembered his face, he walked away slowly, and when he passed by Arthur Rimbaud, he said, "My condolences."

The black rose stung Arthur Rimbaud's eyes.

This is nothing, after Guy de Maupassant put down the white lily, Goethe came along and put the black mandala next to the white lily. Flowing into Arthur Rimbaud's heart with rhizomes.

"That's an interesting man," Goethe said to Arthur Rimbaud. "Until the most dangerous moment, he didn't compromise with anyone. The only thing he compromised was death, and the only thing he hated was love."

The devil failed to seduce Aso Qiuya.

It is a pity.

Arthur Rimbaud trembled when he heard Goethe's words, and wanted to explode, but Baudelaire held his shoulders.

Baudelaire said indifferently: "Without love, where does hatred come from? There is no distance between life and death, and there is no yearning that transcends life and death." His green eyes have an interpretation of the good and evil of human nature, and the beauty can be seen from the ugliness. As Goethe said, "Love that hates is also love!"

Arthur Rimbaud listened to suppress the writhing pain.

He said slowly: "Qiu also loves me and hates me. It is between us. I am fortunate to experience the unique love in the world. He illuminates my soul with the light of the soul, even though the night is lonely and the day is burning. , we look at each other for eternity."

Does the devil have eternity?

some.

Eternal greed, eternal emptiness, living in a human society can only be touched by the emotions touched by human beings for a moment.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled softly, mocking the other party.

"Goethe, this is the best thing in human beings. Can you get it by calculation? Have you ever seen burning life and pushing away other people's love flowers at the edge of hell? He blooms for me and withers for me, I will not If you let me go, remember it for me."

In front of the calculated target, Goethe said calmly, "Okay."

Before leaving, Goethe glanced casually at Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara, and chuckled lightly.Nakahara's scalp was numb, and Dazai Osamu was expressionless, as if he couldn't feel the scrutiny of the outside world.

Schiller stopped a few steps away, watching the conversation between the two in surprise.

What did Goethe do?

Behind Goethe, Schiller presented flowers bought in a flower shop in Yokohama, not very sincere, but passable.

After giving the Germans time to offend the French, William Shakespeare was about to walk over gracefully. Unexpectedly, a figure rushed in front of him. He took a closer look, good guy, it was Oscar Wilde who usually followed him on the saddle.

William Shakespeare raised his eyebrows, almost saying where Britney got the courage to compete with him as a British representative.

Oscar Wilde said hastily: "Ma Shengqiu and I are also friends, and we took a step faster unconsciously."

Conan Doyle: "..."

Since when have you been friends with a Japanese?

William Shakespeare temporarily let Wilde go, and Wilde quickly returned to the second ranking, indirectly grabbing Conan Doyle's position.

Conan Doyle was tempted to smoke silently.

My own appearance is not bad, more than enough than the above, but the ranking in Oscar Wilde's heart is at the back.

How good-looking a man should be and what to do.

William Shakespeare is also a participant in the supernatural world, and even a bankrupt businessman next to the Esmeralda shop.The friendship in the supernatural world will fade away in reality, but William Shakespeare will never forget that there is a person who can fatten himself up.

"Calendula and eucalyptus are the best match for you. Thank you for your relief. Money is something outside of me. I can do it because I am not short of money. You can do it because you are obsessed with literature and art. You see through the skin. I hope everyone has the opportunity to display their talents.”

"I'm an opera singer. New operas will appear in the near future. You haven't come to my opera house to take a look."

"Your love amazes me."

"This desperate love is as beautiful as it needs to be."

William Shakespeare took a piece of white camellia that was placed on Aso Shuya's cheek, almost touching the corner of his mouth.He kissed the camellia under the stunned eyes of everyone, fascinated by love, and stirred by tragedy, sitting on the coffin and laughing wantonly.

"Pierre Gringoire, do you regret it? Have you ever reciprocated that kindness, faced up to a weak person who is struggling to survive, and believed that he would not hurt those around him?"

"..."

Baudelaire's expression was stiff.

Before Arthur Rimbaud was about to drag him down, William Shakespeare made the piece of white camellia disappear, and his figure disappeared like a bubble, leaving his colleagues behind and fled.

"Victor Hugo, you are a coward! You are so ugly! You are a fool who pretends to be deaf and dumb! You deserve it for not being able to pursue the person you like! Haha - Ma Shengqiu is also dead, the story we wrote is completely over, loser Who is it? The world wins, but you lose!"

The world doesn't care about beauty and ugliness.

Victor Hugo cared about more than beauty and ugliness.

William Shakespeare's accusations and frank ridicule hit Victor Hugo's pain point, making him look reluctant in the eyes of everyone, almost avoiding the eyes of Akiya Aso's family.

Arthur Rimbaud gritted his teeth.

Knowing it secretly is one thing, but knowing it in public is another!

Autumn too!

You never said that Senior Hugo likes you!

There are so many transcendents——

and many more? !

Oscar Wilde, why are you holding white roses, you flirtatious dog? ? ?

Arthur Rimbaud's anger burst out of his eyes.

Oscar Wilde said straightforwardly: "How can you associate such a pure white rose with other things."

"We are friends. I often ask him about relationship issues. My current boyfriend is also recommended by him. I have a lot to thank him for. Even white roses can't fully express my gratitude to him... This is really a beautiful woman. Japanese."

At the end of the conversation, Oscar Wilde's voice faltered, and he saw the same beheaded person in the coffin as in the portrait.

"Mr. Shakespeare is right..."

"So beautiful."

"Such a sad beauty...I...haven't seen it seriously in the past. How crazy he was at the moment of death. Facing a transcendent, he never begged for mercy, let the enemy take the head away and give it to his sweetheart. Prove yourself with death..."

Oscar Wilde couldn't help but think of a historical figure recorded in the Bible.

--Salome.

He tremblingly thought that if it was him who saw the head, and saw the head of the person he liked beheaded and sent to him.

How intense should that burst of emotion be?

This is love!

This is hate!

"Salome..." Oscar Wilde was stunned on the spot, and read obsessively.Infinite inspiration emerged from his mind, but it was still a little short of the feeling of wanting to write it down.

Osamu Dazai, who had been watching from the sidelines, looked at the British transcendent, and all ten transcendents were his targets—signed targets.

For this funeral, Osamu Dazai wanted Qiu to be satisfied.

Either way.

Dazai Osamu said: "Akiya has a wish. As his younger brother, I want to express it to you on his behalf. I hope to get your approval, because you are all willing to see him off."

Thinking of the content of the will that no one had predicted, Osamu Dazai smiled a little after many days, such a tired and gentle smile.

Inherited and imitated from Aso Qiuya.

"When you think of Qiu Ye, write a book for Qiu Ye."

"He loves literature."

"Me too."

If it is false, it will become more real than real gold in the mouth of Osamu Dazai. Starting from this day, Osamu Dazai will start collecting autographs and literature books in the future, and today is undoubtedly a "big harvest".

——If you like it, I will try to get in touch with it.

—I am your brother.

Arthur Rimbaud saw a completely different Osamu Dazai, and was greatly shocked. Is this still Shuji Tsushima who bit Qiuya's hand for the first time, and then longed for death?

No, from the moment Shuji Tsushima became Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai was subtly changed by Shuya.

How does it feel to walk on a path paved by others?

Osamu Dazai thought he would hate it.

However, he suddenly laughed at himself—as if he could feel that Ma Shengqiu was also looking at him, speaking words of encouragement to him.

[Come on, Aji. 】

A broken wooden barrel full of oil leaks can also hold some of the efforts of others.

——I have inherited your things, and I want to keep them.

Osamu Dazai and Arthur Rimbaud looked at each other with unconcealed surprise.

Arthur Rimbaud nodded slightly.

"Let go and do it."

"As long as I am alive, I will help you unconditionally."

Not to mention urging people to write, even imprisoning them in a "color painting collection" can be used as a spur.This world is difficult to change, but the literary world in this world is relatively easy to change.

Strength, wisdom, contacts, background.

Osamu Dazai has grown up.

The first pigeon he stared at was Oscar Wilde, a man who obviously liked Qiuya and wanted to write a book for Qiuya.

Oscar Wilde's palpitations, what kind of gaze is this?

writing?

How can such a tiring thing be done!

Oscar Wilde waited for Conan Doyle to put down the flowers, and withdrew his sad eyes from looking at the photos of the deceased, and ran faster than anyone else.

After these strange transcendents left, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald took his wife, daughter and Lucy to pay homage to Aso Qiuya, and the family-loving Americans were reluctant to part with the photos. "Friend, I will send you Huang Qiangwei to commemorate your eternal smile."

Lucy wiped her eyes, and put down Huang Qiangwei she was holding.

Scott was still a little confused.

Posthumous photos?

Has Uncle Shuya passed away?

Scott completed the Japanese worship ceremony under the guidance of his mother, and called out in Japanese: "Uncle Qiuya."

After Fitzgerald, Edgar Allan Poe sent white chrysanthemums, Kudo Yusaku took Yukiko and Shinichi to send flowers, the family of three did not send flowers separately, but tied yellow and white flower baskets, It was placed on the ground in front of the table, and the table was almost covered with various bouquets.

Kudo Shinichi comforted childishly: "Uncle, my condolences."

Arthur Rimbaud thanked the child for his sincere expression: "Thank you for coming to worship Qiuya sincerely."

There were too many troublemakers, Arthur Rimbaud hated the Germans and the British, one indirectly harmed himself and Qiu Ye, the other sent white roses at the funeral, and no one else came sincerely at all.

Kudo Shinichi seemed to feel the sadness and killing intent in Arthur Rimbaud's heart, and said bravely: "This is what should be done."

Arthur Rimbaud saw them off himself.

Immediately afterwards, people from the Armed Detective Agency came by coincidence.

People from the Ability Secret Service Division also came.

All the people who should come from Yokohama City, Japan came to send Akiya Aso, which brought the funeral back to the normal process.

The Japanese government is monitoring the situation here with a sense of relief.

No fights, which is great.

After they were relieved, two Russian teenagers showed up at the funeral at the port mafia headquarters.

Fyodor also presented Aso with a bouquet of five flowers - White Casablanca.

This is the devil's greatest compliment to ordinary people.

A proud and grisly death.

"Teacher 'Reader', I hope you can wash away your sins, go to the land of pure whiteness, and escape from this unfair society."

While he was talking, Gogol put down the bird of paradise flower pot he was holding in his arms, and instead of picking off the flowers that resembled flying birds, he left them at the funeral intact, letting the free flowers Children grow and die freely.

"Gogol also congratulates you on your freedom!"

"Poor Gogol hasn't got it yet, let alone fell in love, so I can only use flowers to express the magician's envy for you."

"Bye-Bye."

"Your novel is beautiful."

The two appeared out of nowhere, and after worshiping, they walked out of the port mafia with indifference to others.

Fyodor went to see the city, and the people outside were not sad.

Gogol said: "It was a mafia leader who died. No citizen would feel sad."

Fyodor smiled slightly, his eyes were cold and piercing, hiding crazy ideals and a trace of sadness, "When the next leader takes over, the difference will appear, maybe they will be able to feel it."

There is a man with the same ideals who is changing the city and bringing peace.

Ma Shengqiu also succeeded.

The Transcendent easily destroys the man.

"What an abominable supernatural power. Seeing ordinary people struggling in this world—a merciful god will cry."

Let the cleansing of the doomsday flood come sooner.

Can't breathe anymore.

……