Started with a green hat for Verlaine

1871, an era that left its mark on history.

Ireland, which is warm and humid in four seasons, also has winter. The heavy snow in February covers the city, and there are horse-drawn carriages parked on the side of the road. Will affect this year's agriculture.

It's not that they are too concerned about the country and the people, but that the negative impact of the Great Famine has not yet been overcome. The serious potato disaster occurred 20 years ago, and the agricultural harvest was in short supply, which plunged the whole of Ireland into unprecedented despair.But any middle-aged or old people who have experienced that era, no matter whether their family is rich or poor, will consciously store food, and miss those relatives and friends who fled abroad by the way.

"I heard a good thing. The Governor said that the population of Ireland has rebounded this year."

"Maybe."

"How many people escaped back then?"

"I don't know... millions of people left. My brother took his whole family to America, but there is no news. Alas, there are only 200 million people left in Ireland."

Two Irish gentlemen wearing round felt hats chatted in low voices on the road, adding a little coldness to the rare snowy day. Twenty years ago, Ireland had a population of more than 20 million and there were only more than 800 million people left.

A great famine, Ireland was starved to death, one eighth of the people died of disease.

Potatoes from the New World provided Ireland with abundant food. The whole country was planted with potatoes and lacked other food types, thus laying a hidden danger for the future.

In the center of Dublin, there are very few pedestrians. In the afternoon, only a few shops on the street are open, and it looks deserted. Residents hiding at home for warmth can occasionally hear the wheels of the carriage rolling over the snow outside the window, and the sound is indescribable. It's nice, but it's an inexplicably loud sound.

Shop signs in English can be seen everywhere in Dublin, and Irish has become the language spoken at home or at Irish gatherings.

A figure came out of the open shop carrying the purchased things, and luxuriously called a carriage.

The cost of carriages in winter has risen by ten francs.

The driver is very enthusiastic to help guests put away their items.

The Irish boy with a head of thick brown hair proficiently reported his home address, patted off the snowflakes on his hair and shoulders in the carriage, and opened his head to see the location of the next store along the road. The things he bought were not complete. Since his brother After Willie fell ill with a fever, he became the regular errand runner for the family.

After the last family meeting, the father, who is a surgeon, decided to burn the items contaminated with the disease and let the eldest son stay in the room to recuperate at ease. The mother did not agree at first, but for the safety of the family, he gave the younger son a large sum of francs , Order the other party to buy these things.

"After graduating from school with great difficulty, Willie fell ill as soon as he came home. The sum of happy things and unhappy things is still unhappy." Oscar Wilde in the carriage inspected the supplies, according to the mother's list I bought daily necessities such as pillows, sheets, blankets, oil lamps, and of course, some small things I liked.

"Stop, I'm going to the store for a while, you stay at the door, and I'll give you a tip."

Oscar Wilde explained to the coachman for a while, took painstaking efforts to get the things off the carriage, and carried them into the shop before they could rest.

He would not trust the coachman wishful thinking, that would be a fool's behavior.

This is a common dairy shop in Dublin. Oscar Wilde smelled milk and bought a little for his family. In fact, he didn't want to drink milk at all. The British and Irish know that the country's milk is seriously watered down.He chatted with the boss who was looking out the window absently: "What have you been looking at? Are there beautiful ladies over there who are more important than customers?"

Seeing that he was young, the boss said annoyedly: "Sir, there is no lady, I am a businessman from Paris, but I think the law and order in Dublin is not very good."

When Oscar Wilde heard that he was a Parisian from a neighboring country, he became interested: "Do you know French?"

The boss disdains: "This is the mother tongue."

Since the Middle Ages, everyone has been proud to speak fluent French.

Oscar Wilde communicated with him in the French he learned, but the boss had some complaints about his accent and corrected two points, which made Oscar Wilde decide to come to this store often in the future.

Then, under the questioning of the energetic Oscar Wilde, the dairyman finally confided the truth, which was used as a conversation piece in the boring winter: "I found a corpse lying on the ground on the way here. Covered with a layer, it doesn't look scary from a distance."

Oscar Wilde frowned: "Is it the frozen corpse of a beggar?"

The boss shook his head, "If that's the case, it won't scare me. At most, the city's sheriff will be notified to collect the corpse. You don't understand. The corpse seems to have no clothes on, and the exposed legs are all—" said Here, the wrinkles at the corners of his drooping eyes twitched, as if he had encountered a past he didn't want to recall, "Scars sutured with needlework!"

"I dare to swear with the eyes of my businessmen for many years, it is definitely not a beggar."

Speaking of the back, the boss lowered his voice.

Oscar Wilde was not afraid of corpses. Hearing his strange description, he couldn't help but outline a scene of murder and dumping corpses in his mind, and he became vigilant.

Is there a murderer coming from Dublin?

Or, is it the discord caused by some dignitaries?

Ordinary people don't want to cause trouble, and foreigners don't want to provoke murder in Ireland.

Not wanting to admit that he was frightened, Oscar Wilde said with feigned interest: "Which way? Is the body a man's or a woman's? I can wait for tomorrow's paper."

The owner of the milk shop said: "It's a remote path leading to the suburbs. I guess no one will see it."

Oscar Wilde took the packaged milk and was about to leave, forgetting what he heard today, when suddenly he caught the boss whispering in his ears: "Although I can't see it clearly, I feel that it is an extremely beautiful woman at first glance. The murderer is too cruel..."

Oscar Wilde's footsteps stopped.

He whispered, "How good-looking? How does it compare to Sarah Bernhardt?"

He was talking about an actress who had recently become particularly famous in France.

The boss said vaguely: "Sarah Bernhardt, I also know her, she is an actress who is famous for her role in Mr. Dumas's work "Jin En", there is nothing to compare, the two are not the same at all category, you’d better wait for tomorrow’s newspaper.”

Oscar Wilde's heartbeat accelerated slightly, and he felt an indescribable regret.

His dream lover was Sarah Bernhardt in magazines and newspapers. Unfortunately, just after the Franco-Prussian War, the other party was in a French opera house, and he could not go to France to appreciate her figure.

If such a beautiful beauty died in Dublin, and died so miserably, with a corpse in the wilderness, my conscience would be aching.

Sure enough... Let's try to notify the Sheriff.

after an hour.

Oscar Wilde appeared on the road leading to the suburbs, without any regret for his actions, and even had a thrill of breaking through constraints and approaching danger.

He is only 16 years old this year and comes from an excellent family background. The most adventurous things in his life are talking back to teachers and classmates, or looking through his parents' personal belongings.

He went home first, then found an excuse to go out to meet his classmates, and walked nervously to the place the boss said.

The snow fell a little less.

It fell on the bridge of his nose, and he had no time to take care of it. He looked straight ahead. In the distance, the road was as desolate as a world of ice and snow, with few people inhabited.

He didn't immediately see traces of people in his field of vision, until he got closer, time seemed to stand still.

At first, it was the silhouette of a person.

It is not petite or plump in the traditional sense, it is a slender body.

"Is it a male?"

"No matter what...you can't let it go when you come."

Doubts flashed across Oscar Wilde's mind, he overcame the fear in his heart, and slowly approached the location of the corpse, he didn't run away like the Parisian boss did when he caught a glimpse of something bad.

The brave Irish don't do it halfway.

In less than a moment, Oscar Wilde was shocked by the scene that came into view.

It was cold and dead silent.

In this winter when everything was dying, he seemed to have bumped into something legendary.

This naked body has no clothes, is covered by falling snow, and there are more sutures than imagined, and it is more neat and delicate than imagined. It is a masterpiece carefully crafted by a master who sutures corpses. The first glance is enough to stimulate To everyone's eyeballs, extremely horrifying!

Even if it died in the ice and snow, the skin of the corpse did not show a terrible blue color, but a cold ivory color with no spots on it, and the skin was as delicate as oriental jade.

It's almost unreal.

Have you ever seen fine hairs, acquired pigmentation, and uneven skin tone?

Have you ever seen that every toe is "normal" to the extreme, without crookedness, and the length is coordinated. The lines of the legs are even more out of reality than the statues completed by the artist. Is it the beauty in human imagination?

Perhaps, God took it seriously once when he created human beings.

If only I were a painter...

So he can draw what he sees!Save forever!

Oscar Wilde's eyes were dazzled, and he took another step forward because of some emotion.

Getting closer.

He was so close that he could see the man's black hair covered by the snow. The hair was not very long, but a little shorter than his own hair. That face looked like a water lily in a pond, leaning on the snow, to be precise Not Europeans, but Orientals, who are extremely rare and extremely exotic in Europe.

Some people prefer the face, some people prefer the figure, and some people have eccentric aesthetics, and they only love local parts such as fingers and skin, but the other party satisfies the human imagination of beauty, from head to toe, from hair to eyelashes, everywhere is different. Perfect, no dead ends!

If the world's top beauty can score 120 points with makeup on, the other party will score [-] points. All the beauty, filters, and cosmetics in front of the camera are meaningless to him.

A real beauty is always natural, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and she brings her own spotlight when she goes out.

This has sublimated reality...

The dimensional wall is cracked.

The most frightening scene happened. The man in the snow opened his eyes.

Oscar Wilde inadvertently saw, no, he couldn't take his eyes off the other person's face. At that moment, his whole body was frozen, and all unnecessary thoughts disappeared.

What kind of look was that.

The gloomy, desperate people who are about to fall into hell look at the world with their remaining eyes!

hollow?

numbness?

The lifeless skin was infused with a sliver of life, and the feeling of despair rushed to the face!

In an instant, something hit the soul!

When Oscar Wilde faced this dimension-reduced beauty in another world, his eyes froze and he couldn't bear to blink. In an instant, his cognition of beauty in reality was destroyed.

Lived for 16 years!

Only then did he realize that he was a frog in a well!

Even if the other party's skin is stitched together and there are terrible broken marks on the neck, it is still unparalleled beauty!

In the past, Oscar Wilde appreciated beauty, but he never believed that anyone could see it so well that his brain went blank and he lost his language.His heart ached, his heart was pierced by a knife, and he was about to pass out. Someone actually sewed the other person's skin into a corpse-level horror, what a thing that can only be done by going too far!

Even a man...with such good looks, he should be treated well!

This is the new knowledge deeply felt by Oscar Wilde.

"You, are you okay? I'll give you the clothes!" Oscar Wilde hastily unbuttoned, took off his coat, and tried to put it on the other's body in the cold wind.

His fingers touched the cold body, but the skin was extremely smooth, and there were faintly flexible muscles contained in it. The combination of beauty and strength, the strong contrast made his teeth tremble, and then, a secret human thought emerged spontaneously , seems to be able to... do something out of the ordinary...

Oscar Wilde stopped his brain in time, closed the gap in the gate of the New World, and asked earnestly: "Do you have the strength to walk? Where is your family? Can I send you to the hospital in the city center?"

All sorts of unfortunate associations arose.

He has already imagined the scene of a British nobleman imprisoning the other party, tearing the skin cruelly, and stitching it up again. The other party escaped by feigning death, desperate and painful. If he didn't come to investigate by himself, he might freeze to death in the ice and snow In the middle, completely become a corpse!

The dead are not protected by laws and human rights, let alone such an unprecedented beauty, Oscar Wilde is unwilling to think about how despicable human nature is.

There are always a few of those nobles who are greedy and lunatics.

He likes beautiful women, and even if he is amazed, let's not mention those guys who are not taboo about meat and vegetables.

"Don't you want to talk?"

"I mean no harm to you. This is Dublin, and you are out of danger."

Oscar Wilde's tone was as gentle as possible. He tried several times in a row, but he still didn't get any response from the other party.

The man is like a living corpse, the negative emotions in his eyes have not faded in the slightest.

half an hour.

The other party slowly closed his eyes.

Is it the despair of giving up life and not wanting to struggle anymore?Oscar Wilde observed the other party's eyes, and couldn't bear the coldness of the other party, and took the ashamed reaction as acquiescence, and hugged him directly.Usually he is not keen on sports, but loves literature and writing. As a result, Oscar Wilde's physical strength is not very good, so he has to be prepared to call a carriage halfway.

Only then did he realize that the other person was about the same height as himself, with a much thinner frame, and a strange weight... so light... Oscar Wilde's hands began to tremble.

On the way back, Oscar Wilde gritted his teeth and exhausted his strength, did not hire a carriage, and took the man on his back to a safe place by himself.There was the one-room flat in Dublin of his titular "cousin" Henry Wilson, unoccupied for a long time, perfect for settling a strange foreigner.

Henry Wilson was more than a decade older than him, the illegitimate son of his father before his marriage, who went out to work as an adult and returned to Dublin only occasionally.

There are two keys to the apartment, which were handed over to the neighbor and his father for safekeeping.

As a cousin, Oscar Wilde used tricks to cheat the key from the neighbor, and the neighbor couldn't expose his lie until he couldn't contact Henry Wilson.

He went out once, sneaked in sneakily, opened the door, and laid the man flat on the sofa.

The air in the room was not very good, so he diligently opened the windows to ventilate, took away the dust-proof things, and made the bed with new sheets from his cousin's cupboard.There was no fireplace for heating in the apartment, and it was relatively simple. He took out an extra quilt and tried to arrange a good environment for the other party to rest.

Oscar Wilde was relieved to see the man in silence, in his warm resting place.

"You rest first, and then talk to me when you want to talk."

Thinking of something, Oscar Wilde ran to find a pen and paper, and treated it rigorously.

"You can use text too!"

At this moment, Oscar Wilde is full of confidence, as long as he can communicate, he can figure things out.

He never expected... The other party really didn't want to communicate.

……

It was Aso Shuya who woke up.

Another world Port mafia boss killed by Paul Verlaine dismembered.

Rather than being killed, it was more like suicide. Ma Shengqiu also lost the idea of ​​living, and the hatred in his heart was directed at Arthur Rimbaud, like a flame burning in hell, which could not be extinguished!

He wanted Arthur Rimbaud to feel guilty, and wanted Arthur Rimbaud to never get back together with Paul Verlaine again!

—The one I love cannot love anyone else!

——I will not be a patient Matilda, and you will never go back to France happily!

When death comes, no matter how strong the flame is, it will be extinguished.

The flames turned into ashes, leaving behind deep-rooted despair and numbness. Ma Shengqiu didn't understand why he was able to open his eyes again. The feeling of having his neck cut off was real. , he no longer has that kind of innocence.

go back?

That is a world beyond countless parallel worlds.

In a supernatural society, perhaps life after death cannot be liberated.

He is probably trapped in a powerful supernatural power, or is already a false existence, possessing a false memory after engraving, just like Quasimodo in Notre Dame de Paris, like those who cannot admit death, very People with supernatural powers who want to wake up the dead.

Fake, all fake!

The only thing left in this world is death is a real thing!

Aso Qiuya's heart is crazy, he can't feel the temperature, has no heartbeat, and can continue to live even if he stops breathing. The world is like a funny mime to him.

He closed his eyes, was in a daze, refused all communication, and didn't care what happened.

Time means nothing to him.

Space is nothingness to him.

Ma Shengqiu also closed himself in the psychological state of death.

let me die.

let me die.

Let me die ah ah ah ah! ! !

I will never become a remnant after death, or a humanoid superhuman ability to fulfill your wishes!

I don't want to see any foreigners anymore, I don't want to hear foreign languages, see foreign skies——! ! !