Started with a green hat for Verlaine

In Britain in Wenye world, the portrait stays with Shakespeare.

There are many people who want to take it away.

However, the portraits were completely ignored, with their backs facing those sad old friends, the cold suit lines and back revealing a strong resentment.

Arthur Rimbaud has made psychological preparations for long-term facing back, but his identity is not suitable for staying in London for too long, a maximum of one week at a time, going without a trace, using the passenger channels of Britain and France ,Report the itinerary, and never do anything superfluous in the UK.

In peaceful times, at most he would be guarded by the British, and he would not be encircled and killed.

No country wants to be the No. 1 that starts a war.

In this way, Edogawa Ranpo, Nakahara Chuya, and Dazai Osamu also increased their ties to Britain, which invisibly alienated France.The British government is happy to see the success, and the benefits of attracting a person with nullified supernatural powers are reflected in Wilde. The other party can find someone to eliminate the portrait and keep Posey when the supernatural power is out of control.

Although the British government was itchy with its love affair with its own transcendent, the Douglas family was one of the privileged families, enjoying the title of nobility for 700 years, and they could not dismiss Alfred Douglas like ordinary citizens.

In order to save the hopeless Wilde, the British transcendents rarely worked together to discuss a solution. After analyzing the character flaws of Douglas Jr., they came up with a bad move.

—removed Oscar Wilde from the list of British Transcendents.

Wilde in prison was kept in the dark, and his status in the outside world plummeted.

Property, confiscated.

Real estate, seized.

Art investment companies such as galleries and exhibition halls are closed.

The major clubs and the entertainment industry received the above news, and tremblingly removed him from the list of VIP customers, and the entire British painter industry was washed and attacked.

This is the price a portrait provokes.

Aso's influence peaked again and again posthumously.

On January [-]th, this unforgettable day came, Arthur Rimbaud appeared in front of Shakespeare again, silently bowing to the opera singer he had hunted down.

William Shakespeare, as the supervisor, adjusted the paint with a smile and sat outdoors to paint.

The opera singer loves to observe the love and hatred of human beings at close range.

"Peaceful days... so nice."

No matter how heavy the shadows in the sun, William Shakespeare would have admired the sun.

In the past, they all moved forward with too heavy burdens on their backs. No matter how powerful they were, they were tainted with as much sin. Day and night they thought about what to do tomorrow.

Love, what a luxury it is.

The indoor room was tidied up. Arthur Rimbaud arranged for today's dinner, a clean dining table, simple candle holders, flower decorations, and their birthday dinner every year when they fell in love. Fill a tall glass with wine.

Arthur Rimbaud lost the ability to taste delicious food, the taste of loneliness engulfed him, and his regretful life all reminded him: all these are the bitter fruits brewed by himself.

He learns to be sober, to force himself to adapt to the loss of a loved one.

- We still have a future.

——I will not stop looking for opportunities for resurrection.

"Qiuya, I ruled out another way of 'resurrection'. When I first got the news, I thought it was a good way, but it turned out to be a means of human cloning." Arthur Rimbaud has traveled all over Europe in the past two years. Another person offered a bounty for the Golden House and offered a fantastic resurrection method, which almost exhausted the body of a transcendent.

Arthur Rimbaud watched the back of the black-haired man in the portrait, and confided his itinerary lingeringly, which could be regarded as giving the corresponding information to the British government.

Resurrection, everyone hoped, and the British government wondered if Arthur Rimbaud could make it happen.

If even he can't—

The lunatics in the world who wish to be resurrected can give up.

In this respect, Arthur Rimbaud indirectly addresses the inevitable scourge of paranormal society.

"Did they think it was a 'resurrection'? In this way...it's not you, and I will never defile your body in this way." Arthur Rimbaud said while sitting at the dining table, his eyes misty, To taste wine like plain water.

He still pretended to be Lan Tang, softened his eyebrows and eyes, restrained his despair, as if he hadn't changed in eight years, and tried his best to cover up his scarred heart with the melancholy haze in his eyes.

"Today is our birthday. You are not here, and the portrait refuses to look at me. I can only celebrate my own birthday..."

"By the way, Mr. Baudelaire found Louis, the one you told me. The teacher and I did good deeds and guided him to untie the knot. Forgive me for not being too detailed in the UK. I can be sure. He's going to have a better life than before."

Louis Aragon, the supernatural power "The Dawn of France", belongs to the supernatural power that is beneficial to the country. Before he was found, he was studying at the University of Paris Medical School.

This man was the illegitimate son of a high official, and his father was a member of the French Parliament.

Because the identity of the illegitimate child cannot be seen, the mother of Louis Aragon was forced to pretend to be the identity of the elder sister at the request of the father. The biological mother could not recognize the child, and it was absurd and pitiful to call her a sibling. Without the intervention of external forces, The exposure of this incident will bring great psychological harm to the growing Louis Aragon.

One of the declarations of the Paris Commune: "Every person with supernatural powers in the country is precious."

The loss of control of people with supernatural powers is usually related to the mind. People with a firm mind tend to be more likely to control power. Charles Pierre Baudelaire could not sit idly by after learning the information, and had a detailed discussion with the councilor. The specific content is unknown, but in the end, under the arrangement of Baudelaire and the execution of Rimbaud, the hidden danger of a family reunion was perfectly solved.

"Seeing understanding and hugs between loved ones made me think of my family."

"I was wrong..."

Arthur Rimbaud chuckled, "I don't have a home anymore."

Arthur Rimbaud poured himself another glass of wine and looked at the untouched glass opposite.

A sourness permeated the air, as if the wine had suddenly gone bad.

He not only lost his home in Japan, but also lost his home in France. He originally planned to bring his beloved back home to meet his parents after the war, but an accidental amnesia made him forget his own. In the past, I failed to bring my favorite person back to my hometown.

"Qiuya, you prepared birthday presents for the children in advance, where are my presents?"

"I also want the gift from Shuya..."

Arthur Rimbaud seemed to be drowned by the river, unable to find his drunken boat.

His outstretched hand failed to catch anything.

The wedding ring was never taken off.

At night, Arthur Rimbaud did not touch the bed of Shakespeare's youth, but slept on the sofa chair next to the portrait, and the coal fire in the fireplace provided him with a little warmth and brightness.

The portrait that never looked back heard Rimbaud's breathing and understood that the other party was asleep.

The "color painting collection" loomingly wraps the room.

——Protect against external attacks.

At this time, as long as there are people inside, Arthur Rimbaud can be easily killed.Arthur Rimbaud was too tired, hope and disappointment were intertwined again and again, and he couldn't settle down until he saw Aso resurrected.

"Aso Qiuya" turned around slowly without making a single sound, so supernatural that it can scare ordinary people out of their wits. The suture of "his" neck is faintly visible at the neckline of the suit, his skin is pale, and on his handsome face, there are a pair of dark eyes full of madness and hatred, his body is so thin that it seems to be missing a part of flesh and blood.

"He" turned sideways to Arthur Rimbaud, so stubborn that he would never look at Rimbaud again.

The French transcendent with long curly hair is sleeping on the sofa chair, his eyes are so gloomy and indifferent that it makes the enemy terrified, his eyes are closed, his breathing is soft and soft, even if he takes one more look, it will make the person who loves him Arouse the soft feelings that shouldn't be there.

Then, "Aso Akiya" stepped out of the frame. Before the leather shoes touched the ground, his eyes quickly glanced at the moonlight outside the window and Rimbaud's shadow, cautious and careful.

"He" went to the front of the fire.

Naturally, it wasn't that the flame was about to go out, ready to add charcoal fire to Arthur Rimbaud.

Oscar Wilde's superhuman ability restricted the portrait, the portrait could not commit suicide directly, otherwise, after drawing the enemy into the portrait, everyone could betray and self-destruct.

"Aso Akiya" did only one thing: he ignited the combustibles in the room.

Before Arthur Rimbaud came, William Shakespeare heard about the dangers of the fireplace from Osamu Dazai and had already removed the coals from the fireplace, but Arthur Rimbaud didn't know it, he was too afraid of the cold, so he asked Come to the coals outside the room and light the fireplace.

A single spark climbed along the curtains and burned the wooden furniture in the room.

"Aso Akiya" stood at the window and stared outside.

behind.

Arthur Rimbaud had already woken up, didn't move, his body was lazy, he even curled up in fear of the cold, and murmured: "The room is on fire."

The French seemed to have no strength to survive, staring at the black-haired man who stepped out of the portrait like a living figure, and clearly felt how far away he was, "Actually... closing the windows is better than lighting the curtains. An old-fashioned fireplace with no vents could easily give me carbon monoxide poisoning in my sleep."

"Aso Qiuya" remained silent.

Arthur Rimbaud persuaded softly: "Look at me, Qiuya."

Arthur Rimbaud allowed the flames to spread, occasionally blocking the frame with his hand, and sitting in front of the portrait, the flames would kill him first and then destroy the portrait.

The smell of the room and clothes being burnt was not so pleasant.

Arthur Rimbaud remained indifferent, tilted his head, leaned against the sofa chair sideways, and gazed tenderly at the portrait of his beloved in the flames.

The gesture of the French is so quiet and unwavering.

It seems that what he mastered is not the "color painting book", but the supernatural ability to control flames.

The skin is burned.

He didn't have any scorching performances.

Clothes were set on fire.

He just fiddled with his hair to let the maintenance hair burn later.

"It doesn't hurt," said Arthur Rimbaud. "It's the next best thing to closing the windows for me and dying in a peaceful sleep."

"Chuya must not know—"

Arthur Rimbaud seemed to be hiding a secret, and shared with others: "I have received special training, even if my internal organs are ruptured, I will not be moved. It is too difficult for Qiu to see my scared expression— — There are only two things that I am most afraid of in my life, one is that you find out that you have admitted to the wrong person and leave me, and the other is that you die in front of me."

Arthur Rimbaud said: "I am lucky and unlucky."

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Even if such a sad thing happened, you still chose me and called Lan Tang's name before you died... You used death to avenge me and Paul, how deep is your love, how deep is your love?" The hatred for me is so strong..."

Arthur Rimbaud smiled and rolled his eyes, "Hate, hate me."

"I will never let go of your hand."

He hid the picture frame in the "color painting collection", as if grabbing the lifeblood of the other party.

"You are not allowed to disappear."

"When I die, you can see another 'me'."

"We will be happy... No matter which way, no matter how much you don't want to see me, I will stick to our agreement in the infinite time in the future."

"This is the privilege of the transcendent!"

"People like us, even if we die, can crawl back to the world!"

"Is Qiu also jealous?"

"I didn't dare to tell you the truth before. The gap between transcendents and ordinary people is really huge. The higher we stand, the more difficult it is to see the outline of everyone at the bottom. You can't expect us to stand on the side of the road. The dead ants are responsible?"

"I understand that such an arrogant idea occupying the main body of people with different abilities is not good for the whole society. The lives of civilians will not be guaranteed. Sooner or later, the war will break out again. The Paris Commune and other people of insight are working hard to change this situation. To adjust one's own mentality, this requires the efforts of generations, and it is by no means a goal that can be accomplished overnight."

"During the war, what did a person with supernatural powers like me learn? To kill people!"

"Paul Verlaine is my teaching partner, he is my mistake!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Even if you want my life, I will give it up!"

Arthur Rimbaud, choking on the smoke of the flames, insisted on saying things that Shuya would not have heard in his lifetime.

"Qiu Ye—we are all blood-stained people who are destined not to go to heaven."

"I just want to go to hell with you!"

"There are many similar people in this world, with similar personalities. The turmoil in the world will cover the eyes. I used to not be able to see why Paul didn't trust me, and I couldn't see through your true thoughts in front of me—but—I think Let you see my soul clearly."

"I can die for this fanatical love and fulfill your hatred for me."

"To hell."

"I must ask you—"

"Why is the trust between us so fragile? Paul and I made it clear after we met, without even kissing, why do you think I cheated!!!"

Arthur Rimbaud was wronged for a time, and his lover believed that he had eloped to France.

Can that be called elopement?

When I saw my dangerous old partner, it was normal for me to return home!

"Qiuya, as long as you are more confident, you can hear that I am stabilizing Paul's emotions."

"I couldn't beat him back then."

"I...don't dare to be discovered by Paul, for fear of something bad, he wants to kill me...he doesn't even know what love is...the French government didn't teach him human emotions...but he finally believed that I will protect forever His lies... pathetic lies..."

After Arthur Rimbaud finished speaking what he wanted the deepest part of his heart, he moved the corners of his mouth, smiling uglier than crying. On that day, he lost the two most important people in his life.

"Paul, I broke his heart and we all got what we deserve."

The humanoid form of the portrait is stiff.

Mental confusion.

Mind blown.

The fire engulfed them with a crash, and William Shakespeare kicked at the door.

There was a fire at home, and the firefighters came.

……

Germany, Weimar, the German National Theater has a lot of fresh operas recently.

In this park-like city away from the hustle and bustle, a man with blond hair and blue eyes is out of place, with a cold expression, like a humanoid weapon without emotion.The former French transcender, the world's top "Assassin King" was ordered to control his body, and survived without freedom.

At this moment, he was taken out of the research base and sat beside Goethe, without being known to the outside world.

"What do you think after reading it?"

Goethe was tainted with a bit of bad taste by Schiller, and he did not rule out the evil nature of the devil. He asked Paul Verlaine his impressions after watching "Othello".

"boring."

Paul Verlaine had no feeling for Othello.

At most, after seeing the character of Baomona (Chuya Nakahara), he took an extra look.

"It's okay, there is another opera."

After Goethe ordered it to go on, half an hour later, "The Growth of a French Literary Hero" was staged on the stage, with the original author Akiya Aso and the adaptation by Phantom and unknown French people.

Paul Verlaine endured mental pollution and finished reading the story of the poor boy and the rich girl.

Paul Verlaine: "There is no basis for this story."

Goethe clapped his hands: "The next one."

Paul Verlaine: "..."

Did European opera houses become so fond of the absurd in the time he disappeared?

Phantom, you have changed too.

The third opera is "Notre Dame de Paris", adapted by William Shakespeare and Victor Hugo, a world-class opera that was very popular as soon as it entered the opera house!

Paul Verlaine looked away boredly, Esmeralda?what is that?

funny!

Will the head of the harbor mafia be a kind dancer?

Song asked humbly in doubt: "I know you have opinions on Ma Shengqiu, but it's impossible for Hugo and Shakespeare to completely misunderstand the person."

Paul Verlaine said: "How do I know what man is thinking?"

Goethe said with a smile: "In my personal opinion, he has two contradictory characteristics of kindness and cruelty, otherwise he can use the [shell] to die with you, or force you to leave."

Paul Verlaine hated chatting with Goethe, even when there was no one around to talk to.

In Germany, he lost his basic human rights.

All the gentle attitude is just to maintain this "humanoid weapon", the experiments that should be done are carried out correctly, and the cloned cells will not stop for half a minute.

Paul Verlaine had to control himself not to think about it, so that he could clear up his killing intent.

Goethe said casually: "After finishing the opera, I will take you to the bookstore to buy some interesting books. Foreign novels are selling very well recently. As long as you behave well, Germany's supervision on you will not be so strict forever."

Goethe's eyes seemed to be ruthless, benevolent, as if he was smiling at his own kind.

"Verlaine, you won't have any real friends, relatives, or lovers, so stay here with peace of mind."

"No one will come to your rescue."

……