Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"The portrait has been delivered to France."

Agatha Christie was indifferent, knocking her tea cup lightly on the white porcelain saucer.

Seeing that a Japanese teenager with the ability to nullify supernatural powers came to the UK alone and asked to see her, she saved her energy and didn't have to send someone to Japan to supervise this person.

In the peaceful age, the particularity of the nullification ability is displayed.

She gave the other party a chance to meet.

A few years ago, she thought that Osamu Dazai was not even qualified to see her. A person who was defeated in the war should be obedient and humble, begging the strong to respond as a weak person, instead of being as bold and calm as Osamu Dazai look at each other.

"impossible."

After being searched, Osamu Dazai stood in front of her, denying without blinking his eyes.

"I've seen another supernatural portrait."

"Ms. Christie, do you want to know who that is?"

Osamu Dazai betrayed Oscar Wilde!

The elder brother's portrait is inseparable from Wilde, it will be auctioned, it is Wilde's fault, the British transcender insulted his elder brother's portrait!Osamu Dazai was far from being so indifferent, since he got the news, his brain never stopped analyzing.

Agatha Christie's expression remained unchanged, her fingers wanted to crush the handle of the teacup.

Oscar Wilde showed Osamu Dazai a supernatural portrait?

Are you crazy?

She raised her chin reservedly, "I'll just waste a few minutes listening to you."

Osamu Dazai smiled, "Alfred Douglas."

When this name first appeared, Osamu Dazai knew it from Tatsuhiko Shibusawa. He dictated the appearance of that person based on his memories of seeing the portrait. Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, who knew more about foreign countries than him, gave him a "surprise".

Six years ago, after his trip to Hawaii, Aso asked Tatsuhiko Shibusawa to investigate Alfred Douglas in England!

Soon after, Oscar Wilde courted Alfred Douglas.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is also a relationship with Aso, and Osamu Dazai suspects that Alfred Douglas is the shield that his brother found.He guessed that the portrait is Oscar Wilde's supernatural power, and the portrait has traces of external damage. Destroying the portrait may backfire the original owner. In order to save his lover, Oscar Wilde had to come to him to invalidate the portrait.

Osamu Dazai guessed the result to be close to ten.

In an instant, Agatha Christie's dislike for Douglas Jr. was about to break through the upper limit, and the attendants behind her saw that the situation was not good, and made a new cup of tea for her.

The aroma of tea stabilized Agatha Christie's mood.

"You go to Mr. Shakespeare."

In exchange, she glanced at Osamu Dazai with icy eyes, "If you can find him and have the ability to get him to agree, I have no objection."

Osamu Dazai didn't ask any further questions, and walked out, and the two heavy doors were slowly closed.

After a while, Agatha Christie poured her favorite black tea on the ground, and said in a cold voice: "Watch him, don't let the invalidated supernatural power go where he shouldn't go, touch people who shouldn't touch, I hope he can be here Mister Shakespeare has a portrait."

Osamu Dazai got the portrait, but Agatha Christie could still intercept it halfway.

She is more interested in interrogating portraits.

"The Douglas family..." Agatha Christie whispered, and after she lost her temper, she went to ask the attendant a few words, and then said, "Reveal the incident of Wilde's imprisonment to other transcendents, push one or two appropriately, and make sure the two of them Break up completely."

The servant thought of the character of Oscar Wilde's top dog, and felt very troublesome.

Agatha Christie said: "Wilde is better with anyone than with Douglas. If he refuses to repent, I will ask Her Majesty the Queen to marry him. Once he cheats, I will interrupt him." legs once."

The attendant was so shocked that he blurted out: "You have suffered too much!"

Agatha Christie sneered: "For the sake of Britain, I can supervise him for the rest of my life, and squeeze the water out of the minds of those who transcend my own country. I am not at a disadvantage."

The attendant's cold sweat dripped down: "..."

Knight Commander Christie, you can't get married at all.

These days, European transcendent men don't get married, and women can't find a marriage partner.

The strong, pay attention to lonely life.

……

France has formally submitted a diplomatic visit to arch-rival Britain.

The British government knew that it couldn't hide it, so it delayed as long as it could, and erased the follow-up traces.

Osamu Dazai spent some means, visiting several opera houses in a row, and met William Shakespeare, who was elusive and elusive, as the younger brother of Aso Akiya.

When they met for the first time, Osamu Dazai looked at William Shakespeare with strange eyes.

This is a strange man who sells random steps to make money.

However, the elder brother's matter is the most important, he wants to see the elder brother in the portrait, and judge what is the situation of the person kept in the portrait.

William Shakespeare smiled and said, "Esmeralda's younger brother, why do you think it would be useful to find me? I will not give the portrait to anyone."

This name is a joke?

Osamu Dazai responded quickly based on what Baudelaire said when he first met.

He said with a nonchalant smile: "I just want to see my brother, not to take away the portrait. I don't think you will refuse my request—"

To Osamu Dazai's statement, William Shakespeare said instead: "No, I refuse."

William Shakespeare covered his lips: "Tena is so wicked, I'm afraid."

William Shakespeare's eyes were intent on Osamu Dazai's face.

Osamu Dazai understood, removed the bandage, wrapped circles of white bandage around his fingertips, and smiled with that face that made him feel slightly uncomfortable when looking in the mirror.

"Mr. Shakespeare, let me see~, I will keep a distance from my brother."

"……OK."

William Shakespeare admired Osamu Dazai's acting like a baby. At this age, Osamu Dazai's temperament is changeable, and he will not feel disobedient if he is artificial, and he is the same age as Esmeralda in the supernatural world.William Shakespeare satisfies his interest in seeing the brother flower with his own eyes, lifted his chin, and discerned the answer of his own judgment from the pair of dead iris eyes.

The importance of portraits is self-evident.

Before the meeting, he wasn't sure about Osamu Dazai's purpose, he was prepared to destroy the portrait, so naturally he couldn't let him meet Esmeralda in the portrait directly.

William Shakespeare experimented with the reality of "nullification" with his fingers.

Making a decision, William Shakespeare took Osamu Dazai to his hometown, and his colleagues were collectively blown up when they got the news that Oscar Wilde was in prison.

Portraits at auction?Oscar Wilde's imprisonment?

It's clearly the same thing!

Bernard Shaw finished rowing, took a towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the subordinate who informed him, "Did Oscar's lover go to jail together?"

The subordinate shook his head: "No, I heard that he returned to the Douglas family."

Bernard Shaw sighed.

Blessings are shared, but difficulties cannot be shared. This is the fate of Oscar choosing a lover based on his face.

"I told him earlier that the pursuit of beauty should not be so superficial!"

How did the guy answer him—?

[Looking beautiful is enough! 】

Looking at it now, Bernard Shaw felt that it was not a matter of being beautiful, but that Oscar wanted to be beautiful, thinking that he could protect Douglas by thinking that he was a transcendent.

Dear Oscar, you have greatly underestimated the lethality of the Douglas brothers.

"Let's go, I'm going to the bell tower attendant to find out what happened."

"Mr. Bernard Shaw..."

"Needless to say, he is my friend. I know him well. There will be no big mistakes. At most, I will take the blame for someone."

"I want to say... Sir, hurry up, your colleagues have already gone."

"..."

Bernard Shaw underestimated the popularity of Oscar Wilde.

At this moment, Bernard Shaw couldn't help wondering how many people Oscar Wilde "licked"?

All good-looking colleagues?

You really don't pick.

Bernard Shaw got into the car with a perplexed face, faintly feeling the resentment in his heart. He had a good impression of Oscar Wilde, and formed a good relationship to support him.Recently, he felt more and more that the other party was a friend who lived a straightforward life, but he was confused by beauty.

[I seem to dream of him from time to time, could it be that I like him? 】

【impossible. 】

[If he becomes a lover, I will want to kill him. 】

[The probability of this kind of thing is even more inconceivable than Dickens's sudden popularity in the show business for so many years, and the winning of the lottery ticket sold by Daniel Defoe. 】

Having figured it out, Bernard Shaw, who has lived for more than 40 years, let go of his hanging heart.

Among the many strange things, his hobbies are the most normal. He exercises every day, does not stay at home, and strives to enjoy life until he is a hundred years old.

In Shakespeare's low-key and plain old building, Osamu Dazai saw the portrait.

"Why cover it with a black cloth?"

Osamu Dazai's voice was slightly dissatisfied, but he quickly restrained himself.

Brother is close at hand.

His mood became more and more ups and downs, his numb nerves became active, and the joy and sorrow of seeing his relatives poured into this human body, his heart shrank, and he longed to lift the black cloth.

"When I'm not around, instead of letting him stare at an empty place, it's better to let him close his eyes and rest for a while in the dark."

William Shakespeare said softly, "When there are children playing by outside, and there is a lively noise, I will open the window and let the portrait see the outside world. Unfortunately, it seems that there is no effect. 'He' is always immersed in the world." In my own world."

Osamu Dazai was not appeased by his speaking skills, and looked straight at Heibu.

William Shakespeare said, "Be prepared."

Dazai nodded.

Although I don't know how Oscar Wilde did it, I heard that the person in the portrait is Aso Akiya who has death sutures.

Having seen broken heads and shattered corpses, his endurance had grown.

William Shakespeare's hand tore off the black cloth, and the diamonds and gold on the frame dazzled Dazai Osamu's concentrated eyes.

In the next moment, Osamu Dazai's body and soul seemed to be soaked in bitter water.

It was so painful that I couldn't speak.

It was William Shakespeare who kindly woke up the black-haired man with his eyes closed, and said in the tone of a person who wakes up before the bed: "Esmeralda, your brother is here."

"Aso Shuya" on the portrait looked at Osamu Dazai with nothingness.

The man's stitched neck moved slightly.

want to speak.

He didn't say anything again.

There is a trace of tenderness in his desperate expression, like an open clam shell in the sand washed ashore by a natural disaster, the clam meat is completely rotten, leaving only the distorted pearls that emit a cold white light, which can no longer impress others. Come warm.

The real Aso is also dead.

The person in the portrait is already an afterimage of being forcibly retained in the world.But for many people, this is the last way to see Aso Akiya.

William Shakespeare graciously vacated the room, shut the door and went down the stairs.

"elder brother……"

Osamu Dazai saw it too clearly, and came with a glimmer of hope, but what he saw was despair, which came from the ashes left after Aso Qiuya burned his love.

The portrait is silent, and the sunlight outside the window just avoids him, obliquely dividing the positions of "Aso Akiya" and Dazai Osamu.This meeting is like a cold mime, or a one-man show that Osamu Dazai tried his best to play.

"Speak up, brother!"

"Whoever you want me to take revenge on, whoever you want me to kill!"

Osamu Dazai is one of the people who is most familiar with Aso Akiya. He tries to talk to the other party in various ways, but he can't get his response. He doesn't believe that the portrait has no ability to speak!

"You cry at me, why don't you tell me the reason - who are you hating? Are you hating Lan Tang? Are you hating this supernatural world?"

"Is there me, Chuya, and Ranpo in the world you're looking at?"

"can you see me?!"

"I'm standing right in front of you!"

Osamu Dazai uttered a series of words, trying his best to guess the idea of ​​the portrait, the long-lost trill made him seem to have not grown up.

After a while, all I got in exchange was hoarseness.

As if Osamu Dazai was about to cry, his body leaned in front of the portrait.

So far away.

Osamu Dazai could not enter the world of portraits.

Dazai Osamu murmured: "Aren't you willing to reveal your heart to me whether it's life or death? No one understands the real you, no one saves you, you hate everyone, we put pressure on you, Ignoring your despair—"

How could good be rewarded.

That person, who couldn't even save himself, died alone on the rooftop.

"Aji."

"Aso Qiuya" on the portrait choked up and called out his nickname in life.

Osamu Dazai was in a trance, feeling that the other party had been away not just for a year, but for a lifetime. He hadn't heard Aso Qiuya's voice for a long time.Because there will be no second person to call him "Azhi" and pull him out of the sad environment of oxidation.

"Brother, is that you? You live in the portrait in another way." Osamu Dazai fixed his eyes on the portrait, refusing to let go of any detail.

The figure in the painting holds out his hand.

"He" has escaped the restriction of the portrait. Oscar Wilde drew an advanced portrait of him, which can act like a portrait of a person with supernatural powers.

Osamu Dazai turned his head to the side, and shrewdly avoided "Aso Akiya"'s hand.

The atmosphere of meeting relatives suddenly condensed.

Surprising.

Icy.

"Aso Akiya" failed to touch Dazai Osamu who kept saying that he missed him and that he could avenge the world for him. His fingertips trembled, blood and tears fell drop by drop in the portrait, and viscous liquid seeped out from the edge of the frame. Flow on the floor.

"Azhi, I'm dead, just a portrait."

"Aso Qiuya" said: "The first time...Wilde took me to see you from a distance, and the second time I saw you...I knew you had grown up and walked out of grief. Did you visit me? A suicide note? It provides clues for you to find the signature..."

Accompanied by memories, "Aso Akiya"'s resentful gaze filled with nostalgia turned into a humanoid with different abilities, stepped across the frame, stepped on the ground, and insisted on embracing his younger brother. "Don't touch me! Please!" Dazai cried and screamed, stepped back hastily, almost fell, and moved away from the portrait as quickly as possible, but the room was so big, his physical skills were not as good as Aso Qiuya, and he was almost caught several times Grab the sleeves.

"Aso Akiya" was amused by the scene of you chasing me and fleeing. Under the rare laughter, tears flowed all over his cheeks, some clear tears and some dirty tears.

"He" wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, shivering slightly.

"I feel so cold……"

Outside, it's midsummer.

"Aso Shuya" blocked Osamu Dazai in the corner farthest from the windows and doors, worthy of his brother's status, and the two made a mess of Shakespeare's room.

When Osamu Dazai heard him say "cold", his hard-hearted heart seemed to be pinched, his nose was blocked, and he showed a begging expression. People who didn't know thought it was the elder brother who was scratching his younger brother, and the younger brother gave up. struggle.

Osamu Dazai said: "Why are you as afraid of the cold as Mr. Lan Tang? It's okay, I can turn on the air conditioner for both of you, you promised me to watch us grow, life is so painful... How can you abandon me, Let me experience such pain, give me such a difficult wish..."

"Aso Qiuya" listened to his accusation, no matter how muddled his emotions were, he didn't let him go forward. The two people who have no blood relationship are also the closest brothers in this world.

"He" wants to hear what the other person has to say.

"He" wants to feel the tender affection.

"His" younger brother was talking to his elder brother, and "Aso Qiuya" smiled at him in silence, a little sad and sad: "Azhi is still like a child."

Osamu Dazai did not deny it, and said cheekily: "I am just a child! I am younger than Chuya and Ranpo! Chuya is nine years old, Ranpo is six years old, and I am three years old!"

The corners of "Aso Qiuya"'s mouth turned up, and he lowered his head. His neck was almost unable to support the beautiful head of an oriental man. His thin figure was hidden under this decent three-piece suit, which was all stitched together temporarily. The pieces of meat came out.

"Don't you want to hug your brother one last time?"

"Brother wants to hug you."

……

Who can refuse a brother's hug?

Osamu Dazai sat down on the ground, covered his eyes with his arms, and did not look at "Aso Akiya", gritted his teeth, with hot tears welling up in his eyes, "You tell me like this—what can I do? -"

"Aso Qiuya" stretched out his hands stubbornly, seeking the last hug from his relatives.

They are crazier than one.

Osamu Dazai wiped off the tears that shouldn't be on his face, and said with a smile.

"Okay, brother."

he yelled clearly.

"I hold you, hold your portrait, we leave this world together!"

"It just so happens that there's a fireplace—!"

"The warmth that my brother wants, and the relief that I want, I have everything!"

After Osamu Dazai finished talking hysterically, he was about to turn on the fireplace.

The portrait of "Aso Akiya" abruptly stopped in his tracks, stupefied by his younger brother's act of wanting to die together.

For the portrait, "he" wants to feel the warmth of his loved ones and to be relieved from the cold death.For the living, Osamu Dazai did not want to kill his brother himself, even if it is a portrait, it also carries the obsession and tenderness of his brother before he died.

That is a treasure above all else.

The fireplace was up, smelling of charred clothes that had aided the fire.

"Aso Akiya" disappeared.

The culprit who caused the fireplace to be turned on in summer, Osamu Dazai ran away rolling and crawling.

William Shakespeare returns, puts out the fireplace.

The British opera singer re-covered the portrait with a black cloth, and through the black cloth, he kissed the other person's cheek lightly, then suddenly arched his waist and covered his stomach, just now he was kicked.

"Wow - how can you treat me like this, I'm just comforting you who are sad -"

William Shakespeare looked up and smiled.

"Do I look like it?"

"If it were Xiao Tiantian, she would definitely say such shameless words. From my point of view, it is still a little inappropriate."

"Aso Qiuya, what a lucky and unlucky person you are."

"So many people like you—"

"And you died for a Frenchman."

"He's really, really so good... good enough to make you... die with regret?"

……

On September [-]th, Russia, it was snowing on the Siberian Railway.

Southwest of Moscow, Lipetsk Oblast, at an unknown small railway station, Arthur Rimbaud was sitting there trembling, wearing earmuffs, holding a cup of hot water from the station master in his hand.

The signal at the Astapovo railway station is not good, and it is difficult for outsiders to contact him.

He is looking for people with supernatural powers who have the ability to resurrect in Russia.

He searched and searched, and every time he got tired, he would return to the Astapovo train station. In the information Shuya left him, it was written that the man surnamed "Tolstoy" might have the power of "resurrection". Maybe on this lonely little railway station.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't know when the other party appeared or where the other party came from.

But the belief in his heart kept him from collapsing.

——There must be.

— Even if Tolstoy cannot be found here, he can find someone else.

"Good day, Monsieur Arthur Rimbaud."

In the wind and snow, a Russian boy wrapped in a white cloak came, his pale face was as calm as a pinched snowman, only his eyes had an unquenchable flame.

Arthur Rimbaud sat on the bench holding a cup of hot water, as if waiting for someone who would come in the future, as if looking at hope.After spotting the figure of the Russian, he asked hoarsely, "Do you know anyone who can resurrect the dead?"

Fyodor D said: "I know him."

Under Arthur Rimbaud's melancholy frown, his eyes were indifferent.

"You lied to me."

"Your lover, your husband, Mr. Akiya Aso, who has protected you for eight years, appears on a painting. This painting is in England, and it seems to be resurrected."

"It's... England..."

Arthur Rimbaud exhaled mist in a cold environment, as if it could condense into ice.

"I can't stand those businessmen auctioning portraits for profit, and I can't bear people with supernatural powers touching the portraits of readers and teachers in order to explore information." Fyodor D bowed to him, hiding his expression under the soft white hat , making people feel that he may be smiling or sad, any expression is suitable for the devil.

So far, only one person has deciphered the devil's heart.

"Please--"

"Take it away, or destroy it."

……