Started with a green hat for Verlaine

The British government secretly brought other portraits of Oscar Wilde.

A number of British transcendents came to Japan to confuse the situation and seal the border, preventing Arthur Rimbaud from escaping Japan with the "Twilight Pavilion".

Oscar Wilde was unwilling to participate in this kind of snatching, complained a few words, and worked for the government honestly.However, when the British government asked him to draw the French Transcendence, he directly rejected it, saying: "The stronger the supernatural power, the less it is controlled by the 'portrait'. I don't want to take this risk, and I don't want to trigger the supernatural power of the Transcendent. The 'singularity' between."

The singularity is a super-standard singularity created by the collision of supernormal abilities and supernormal abilities. It is uncontrollable, unknown, and dangerous. It will most likely involve everyone around it.

As Oscar Wilde pondered how to paddle, his face suddenly changed.

"Oops!"

It was the first time that Oscar Wilde was so panic-stricken. He put down the portrait, locked it in the safe, ran out, and yelled at his secretary: "Arrange a plane back to London for me!"

The secretary said anxiously: "You are needed for the next battle!"

Oscar Wilde fled like the wind.

If the secretary didn't arrange it, he went to grab a private jet owned by the British government by himself.

In the afternoon, William Shakespeare and the others heard that Oscar Wilde ran back to England desperately, which resulted in the reduction of the number of British Transcendents blocking the French Transcendants. A small-scale fierce battle took place.

In London, England, it was a secret that Oscar Wilde went to Japan. Alfred Douglas couldn't wait for his lover, so he angrily went to the other's home to find someone.

Oscar Wilde has real estate in many wealthy areas of London, the most frequent residence is Westminster in the center of London, which is close to the palace where the queen lives, the capital of the British head of state, the British Parliament Building, etc. The importance cannot be overstated And metaphor has always been the area that the British transcenders need to focus on protection.

In other words, it wasn't that Oscar Wilde wanted to live here, it was his job.After the end of the resident period, Oscar Wilde would usually take his beloved Percy and happily move to the villa by the Thames, where he would enjoy a rare pastoral life.

The housekeeper who was in charge of guarding the house when the master left the house saw Mr. Douglas coming, he hesitated to speak, but Alfred Douglas had the key of the house, which was as convenient as going home.

"Mr. Douglas, Mr. Wilde is not here these days!"

the English butler called from behind.

"Boom!" Alfred Douglas closed the door with his backhand, completely unbelievable, this guy's garrison period is not over, and it is impossible to move to other places, unless the other party goes to someone else's house to rest!

Alfred Douglas rushed to the bedroom where the two had lived. There was no Wilde in it. He searched all the rooms, trying to find proof that Wilde had a heart.After a while, the scowl on Alfred Douglas's face disappeared, and all he found in this house were traces of Wilde's wholehearted love for him, and his clothes and accessories were properly kept.

Alfred Douglas went to the dressing mirror to touch the engraved text on the mirror frame.

【May my favorite Percy always be happy. 】

Not eternal beauty, but eternal happiness.

These words, which he usually ignores, actually gave him a small surprise!

Alfred Douglas felt a little shy, "He also knows that he often makes me angry. Since he wants me to be happy, he should play less tricks and stop giving his eyes to others..."

He said angrily to himself in the mirror whose face was unreal.

"You can only love me alone."

"You can only bow down to me alone."

"You can only……"

The son of the British Marquis, the peerless beauty who grew from a beautiful boy to a young man moved her red lips slightly.

"In front of me, it's not someone who transcends, but my lover."

The aloof Wilde is very dazzling.

However, what Alfred Douglas wanted was Wilde who no longer pursued aesthetics. He also hoped that what Wilde loved was not the body but the soul. ...

——In order to win your favor, I can do anything!

Alfred Douglas inspections of the residence went from looking for Wilde's little anomalies to a joy, because Wilde was an interesting man who hid interesting things.For example, women's stockings, high-heeled shoes, various brands of hairspray, and occasionally weird women's clothing.

"I've never seen him wear women's clothing!"

Alfred Douglas was in high spirits.

After finding out Wilde's private collection, he fantasized about the effect of wearing the clothes on Wilde's body, and couldn't help making a sound. Compared with his own, the other's skeleton was a little bigger.

"No wonder he doesn't wear it. It's because it doesn't fit, and he's afraid it won't look good." Alfred Douglas put an oriental cheongsam and fur on his body for gestures. The sense of disobedience is not great, and his appearance has taken off his gender. The limitations are enough to kill contemporary stars in seconds.

"When he comes back, I will wear it for him to see, no... I want to see him wear it once, and I will take a photo as a souvenir."

"If he dares to make me angry, I will publish his photo."

The only person in the world who dares to think and do this is Alfred Douglas.

There are many oil paintings in Oscar Wilde's residence, and Alfred Douglas can see one within a few steps, all of which are works of art purchased at high prices from outside.Among these world-famous paintings, he can clearly distinguish which ones are Wilde's works. The other party likes to paint landscapes, but the number of times he picks up his brush is very small, and Wilde only painted a portrait for him once.

"Where did my portrait go?"

After many years, Alfred Douglas suddenly became suspicious.

As a child in an aristocratic family, he is no stranger to secret rooms, secret passages, etc., and Wilde hardly hides secrets in front of him. , found a passage in the basement.

The basement has a constant temperature and bright lights, like a quiet and mysterious exhibition hall.Each painting is hidden behind the hazy white gauze, and the faintly visible portraits of characters.

It was the first time for Alfred Douglas to see so many portraits. He approached them curiously and opened the white gauze. In the appraisal of oil paintings, he could easily see that it was Wilde’s creative style. It is so lifelike, as if every strand of hair can be counted.

The people in these portraits are old and young, male and female, with different faces and movements. They are not the beauties that Alfred Douglas thought they were.

Alfred Douglas withdrew his hand to lift the white veil, "It's just too realistic."

He felt slightly uncomfortable being looked at by the portrait.I don't know if it was a psychological illusion, but he actually thought that the person in the portrait saw him with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He wondered, "Am I so narcissistic?"

Putting aside his random thoughts, Alfred Douglas checked it carefully and breathed a sigh of relief.

There are no English transcendents in the portraits that hang on the walls in the basement.

"Where is my portrait? Is it in that... locked box?" Alfred Douglas was in a happy mood. When he found the big box in the corner, his first thought was that Wilde was reluctant to damage the portrait and wanted to Save it and enjoy it alone, after all, his portraits have different meanings from others.

"It's better to hang things like portraits on the wall."

Alfred Douglas ignored the annoying siren that kept going off and went to open the box.

The box was actually hung with an alloy lock.

"Let me think about it—" Alfred Douglas thought, "Where does this guy usually keep his important keys?" As for whether there are confidential items in the box, he has not worried about it. For highly confidential items, it is not just an alloy lock.

In less than five minutes, Alfred Douglas returned from upstairs.

He found the key that Wilde thought was well hidden.

The lock is open.

Alfred Douglass saw the frame of the portrait. As he expected, it was a portrait in a large box, which was carefully protected from moisture.

"It must be my portrait, the me who is not yet 20 years old."

When Alfred Douglas was a teenager, Oscar Wilde drew a portrait of him, saying that he wanted to keep his youthful posture and make him beautiful in his heart forever.

Alfred Douglas had a sweet heart.

After tearing off layers of protective film, he went to see the familiar oil painting colors, the familiar... boy.

For an instant.

His pupils mirror the "people" in the oil painting.

It's not the blond boy anyone imagined, nor Douglas, it's a hideous and ugly monster that looks like it's sealed in a portrait!Alfred Douglas sat down on the ground, threw away the portrait like an electric shock, and shouted, "What is this?!"

The portrait seems to have been lifted from some restrictions.

The ugly person in the painting made exactly the same voice: "Who am I? I am you."

Greedy, jealous, furious, Douglas who can't help himself in love!The peerless beauty who longs to monopolize Oscar Wilde's love, her heart is not as beautiful as her appearance.

This is human beings.

And the portrait is the reflection of reality.

Alfred Douglas screamed in terror from the basement!

Subsequently.

The portrait was torn up by a mad Douglas!

When the portrait was damaged, Alfred Douglas seemed to have been severely injured, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he fell beside the box, still saying in disbelief.

"This is not me... This is definitely not me..."

The portrait of Wilde, Wilde painted him... he is beautiful! ! !

Alfred Douglas lost his mind and went mad.

"I'm going to tear it up!"

"I'm going to tear it up ahhhhhhh!!!"

He has absolutely no idea.

When the portrait was destroyed, the ugly face of the person in the painting was exchanged with himself.

There was nothing more beautiful about Douglas's face.

And the portrait—

The oil painting was restored to its original state.

On the glamorous oil painting, the peerless and beautiful young man who is rare to meet in a hundred years caresses his face, stands among the roses, showing a strange expression of infatuation and happiness.

A grotesque and terrifying scene was staged in Oscar Wilde's home.

……

"The Picture of Dorian Gray": Only superficial people don't judge by appearance.

—Oscar Wilde.