Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Arthur Rimbaud suffered burns in England in a near-death condition.

Fortunately, he didn't die!

Who would dare to believe that the love praised by everyone outside is actually shattered.

If this matter gets out, William Shakespeare will be listed as the number one suspect.

A fire broke out at home, and William Shakespeare grieved to save his old home, feeling that Arthur Rimbaud had a special opinion about his own house.Immediately afterwards, he ran into a new problem: a Frenchman who had money in the UK could only find ordinary doctors. British supernatural doctors did not dare to treat powerful enemies from the enemy country without permission and had to report to the British government.

"Is there a transcendent like you?"

"French romance should not be used in the aspect of martyrdom!"

William Shakespeare didn't dare to waste time, poured water on Arthur Rimbaud to put out the fire, picked him up and was about to go out to find the supernatural doctor, he was surprised to find that this French junior was so light, completely inconsistent with what the other party should have weight.

People who wear a lot of clothes and don't look fat are destined to be thinner than the average person. After leaving Japan, it is not very strange that Arthur Rimbaud lost his appetite.

"Qiu Ye-jun, I'll take your lover for treatment first."

What William Shakespeare said deliberately before leaving made the chaotic "Aso Akiya" blurt out hatred: "He is not my lover!"

"Aso Akiya", whose thinking logic was destroyed by Arthur Rimbaud, hugged his head.

There is a huge contradiction between reality and imagination.

"No—he's not—I love the pure Lantang!"

In the end, as if he couldn't even deceive himself, the humanoid person who constructed the portrait collapsed and said: "Who is he? Who is the person I love? Why is his real name Paul Verlaine? I can't accept that he will be the one I hate the most. Verlaine!"

William Shakespeare:"???"

William Shakespeare lowered his head to look at Arthur Rimbaud, who was temporarily unable to die in his arms. Wait a minute, this man's surname is Rimbaud. In astonishment, he almost forgot to find a doctor.

"Aso Shuya" faced Arthur Rimbaud squarely for the first time, but he was in a state of madness.

"Lantang is Verlaine."

"Verlaine is Rimbaud."

"The black hat doesn't belong to Lan Tang, and the name embroidered on it doesn't belong to him either!"

"The one with black hair and green eyes is Verlaine, and the one with blond hair and blue eyes is Rimbaud—I actually made a mistake about such an obvious thing. The real 'wind-stopper' is a ray of wind that no one can catch. How could people stay for me for eight years—"

"It was me who overestimated myself, and it was my stupidity to intervene in the relationship between Rimbaud and Verlaine—I was an extra third party, they never broke up before—"

He couldn't think about the portrait anymore. Touching Lan Tang's burn marks was like being struck by lightning. He walked towards the frame in a daze, not wanting to appear alone in the outside world.

William Shakespeare: "...you say what you can't wait to say."

In William Shakespeare's arms, Arthur Rimbaud's fingers trembled slightly, and those who heard these words could not explain anything, and their eyelashes did not open.

The logic of the portrait is fixed.

The other party's thoughts are chaotic, but what they say is half true.

【Qiu was also misled by the black hat. 】

[The teacher's guess has come true, Qiu Ye rescued him as Rimbaud at first, asked him to complete Rimbaud's poems, and cultivated hobbies like Rimbaud. 】

[I am Rimbaud too. 】

【I'm just... not the Rimbaud you thought. 】

[Such a mistake, is it the result of you and I hiding each other? 】

After receiving treatment in the hospital, Arthur Rimbaud was taken back to France by Baudelaire who arrived on a special plane. Arthur Rimbaud did not say a word, the burns on his skin disappeared, and his complexion was dull It was also restored to cleanliness, which proved that the supernatural doctors in the UK not only had superb treatment skills, but also possessed a certain degree of cosmetic ability.

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire did not ask him what he had experienced, and touched the other party's hair. He used to envy the student's long black curly hair that was not prone to frizz.

"Your beautiful hair was shortened by burning, does it hurt?"

"..."

"Athil, hey, I noticed that your hairline is a little higher."

"...Don't talk nonsense, teacher."

Arthur Rimbaud seemed to have never experienced sex, avoiding the clutches of the teacher, covering his forehead, "If you want to laugh, don't target my hairline."

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire shrugged: "How could I make my dear student sad."

After the words were finished, Baudelaire embraced Arthur Rimbaud, who was so thin that his shoulders were shaking.

"In my heart, whatever your name is is the same."

"Um……"

"Don't get too entangled, and don't learn the Japanese way of hiding things. People will be suffocated. If you are tired of love, you can give up at any time."

"The portrait is not Qiuya." Arthur Rimbaud's eyes were clear, and he couldn't break away from the teacher's loving embrace. Under normal circumstances, enthusiastic French people would always express their feelings straightforwardly, "I wouldn't completely understand what he said." Seriously, please don't get me wrong, teacher, I am willing to be burned by the flames, that will make me feel a little warmth."

Baudelaire raised his brows, and was about to reveal a sarcasm.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Shuya would never watch me die. If he hated me this much, he wouldn't be Shuya."

Arthur Rimbaud lowered his head to hold the necklace pendant on his neck. Between his fingers was the unique luster of chrysoberyl, which had lost its original purity due to wearing it for many years.

Gems are still cloudy.

How could he wishful thinking that Qiu Ye would always be sober and rational.

"He may have hated me for a moment and wanted to drag me to death, but he couldn't do that, because he loved me so much that he had already surpassed his feelings for another Rimbaud." Attil Rimbaud laughed hoarsely, which made Baudelaire stunned. Baudelaire, who had experienced many relationships, felt lost for a moment, feeling that he did not understand as deeply as his students.

Sure enough, there is no communication based on love, no matter how many times it is, it is a physical transaction.

"Teacher, I'm going to find the next method of resurrection."

"Won't you be tired?"

"Qiu is also waiting for me, waiting for me to explain to him, he died at the age of 29, and will always stay in my heart—"

Arthur Rimbaud kissed his chrysoberyl as Shuya kissed him.

There is no love and hate for no reason in this world.

Figured it out.

Figured it out.

If life happens again, he will also say his name is "Athier Rimbaud". Why not fall in love because of amnesia and name!

He will never let people go out!Not for Rimbaud!

"Teacher, my money should be used wisely, and I don't support extravagant behaviors that are excessively wasteful. I will pay for the chartered flight this time, but don't look for me for other debts."

"...!!!"

"Also, I want to go to Huaguo for a walk and have a look."

"What are you doing there?"

"Qiu also has a few air tickets to Huaguo. I want to complete a trip on his behalf. On the Russian side, please help me, teacher, to keep an eye on anyone named Tolstoy."

Arthur Rimbaud turned his head to the side to see the world paved with clouds outside the window.

There are golden clouds in the distance.

I have never been an unrestrained wind, and you are not a traveler who can go wherever you want, so we can be together harmoniously, Qiuya.

……

somewhere in France.

The "Nordic god" with blond hair and blue eyes came to a place that had been abandoned for a long time.

His skin was slightly dark, with a healthy copper color, and he had one hand in his pocket, and his long, bright-colored hair was loose like fine satin, shaking as he walked.

"I remember it was here—"

He recalled it, entered the password, and opened the last door.

Behind the door, the cold laboratory came into view, and dozens of huge glass containers kept experimental specimens that were too late to destroy.

He whistled and saw the experiments on himself.

What a pervert.

The blond Rimbaud, who returned to France to find information, saw the behavior of the "Fun God", and compared his middle finger, cloned himself, copied the supernatural power, thanks to the other party who figured it out!

He rummaged through the leftovers of the other party, wanting to find useful genetic technology. Unexpectedly, what he dug up was "Black No. 12" to "Black No. 13". If the country got it, he might be able to copy another one. "Black NO.[-]" came out.

A row of black lines slid down the blonde Rimbaud's forehead.

"I said how could there be another 'I', all of which were cloned, let me see, all the previous experiments had problems, and only one case was perfectly successful?"

"Is it okay to grow into a juvenile body shortly after birth?"

"There is a flaw in the estimated lifespan..."

"It's not certain. The 'singularity' itself has the characteristics of immortality. It's best to observe the situation of the clone at a close distance."

Blonde Rimbaud frowned slightly, the flawed cloning technology was not what he wanted, and the international name of "Black NO. "Maliciousness" towards oneself.

"After obtaining the cloning technology blocked by the country, the next step is to find scientists for help. Unfortunately, this guy died suddenly."

In this regard, the blond Rimbaud was helpless. At most, he could read books on construction engineering and read black technology related to genes, which would make him doze off in minutes.

He destroyed what remained of the French rebels.

The "Fun God" also left him a letter.

【Did you see him?Black NO.12, that is my masterpiece of cloning you!In physics, he is another you, or your identical twin brother! 】

[I used your genetic sample to create a god! 】

【And I am his creator! 】

【Do you regret it?Haha, I can achieve my wish without your help, Rimbaud, you will not leave me, I have already got you in this way, with your 'paradoxical' ability, I can destroy France little by little , without the war, without France, I will personally bring you back from the sea...]

The handwriting on the back is messy, showing naked madness and love.

"Tear——" the blond Rimbaud tore up the letter, disgusted with the lunatic's speech, "Stéphane Mallarme, who do you think you are, playing possessive with me, without even losing your memory Make it clear, and treat acquaintances as lovers."

"So Paul Verlaine is my twin brother?"

When the blond Rimbaud thought of this, his expression instantly looked as if he had eaten an expired pickle.

"What kind of relative is this!"

Think for 3 minute.

He murmured, "Son is about the same."

The memory left to him from another world told him: He didn't have a son until he died, but he hoped to have a son who could be poured into him with love and strength.

The dream is to train my son to be an engineer.

Blonde Rimbaud looked at the reward order on his mobile phone, and deeply realized——

It's a little difficult.

Not to mention whether Paul Verlaine is alive or dead, and there is a bloody feud with Mr. Wang Qiu in the middle. Although in his opinion, this love triangle is not ordinary and interesting. It is well-known at home and abroad, and he personally is too lazy to stand in whose position Judge right or wrong.

"Let me think about how to revive Mr. Wang Qiu first."

The three elements of resurrection: body, soul, and the supernatural power that glues the two together.Considering the body that was rumored to have been hacked to pieces by the French "Assassin King", he decided to get the most basic source of the body first.

Mr. Wang Qiu.

The father in my dream, your first love is indeed me.

Really exciting.

……