Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Arthur Rimbaud turned pale, and flipped through the French penal code with one hand.

Britain and France have a common heavy punishment for the sentence of "sodomy". Intentional injury is more serious.

"I shouldn't have had him extradited to France..."

Arthur Rimbaud wept.

"Brussels law does not have 'sodomy crime', Penal Code No. 339, acts that constitute serious injury, only fines and two years in prison!"

"In France... we would be fined heavily, and the fines are too high!"

"Two years of heavy physical labor, if you don't die, you will be disabled!"

When Ma Shengqiu also conveyed Matilda's words, Arthur Rimbaud fell into panic. In his opinion, Matilda wanted to kill two people at once, unless he chose to go with Matilda. Tilda joins forces and abandons Paul Verlaine.

In this way, the "sodomy crime" plus the "intentional injury crime" would require Paul Verlaine to be imprisoned for four years. Even if he can get out of prison alive, he is probably not far from death.

Arthur Rimbaud can't do it!

Arthur Rimbaud could not be so ruthless!

Arthur Rimbaud's mind became clearer than ever, and he ran to Mr. Wang Qiu's study, "I hate him, I hate him, but I don't want him to die because of me!"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "This is what he deserves."

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't stand upright, slowly slid his seat to the ground, grabbed Mr. Wang Qiu's coat with his left hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Are you just waiting for things to turn out like this?"

At first, it was Mr. Wang Qiu who suggested that he return to France to solve the case.

He was so angry that he agreed.

He doesn't understand legal differences, how could Mr. Wang Qiu not understand, Mr. Wang Qiu single-handedly won the "sodomy" accusation in the French court.

"Mr. Wang Qiu, I don't want to kill anyone!"

"..."

Seeing him trembling like a frightened bird, Ma Shengqiu wanted to touch Rimbaud with his hand.

Arthur Rimbaud begged: "I'm going to drop the lawsuit! Okay? Let's put him in prison for two years, pay some money, and then find a way to get him out sooner."

At this point, Arthur Rimbaud seemed far more human than Posey.

Arthur Rimbaud was willing to let go of his grievances.

In exchange for Verlaine's survival.

Ma Shengqiu also asked him: "Aren't you afraid that Matilda will sue you together?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "If Mr. Wang Qiu wants me to go to jail, then I will go in with him. If you don't want me to go to jail, I believe you will have a way to save me!"

Ma Shengqiu was also upset, waiting for Verlaine to go to prison was something he had been looking forward to for a long time.

He casually mentioned going back to France, but in fact he wanted Verlaine to be punished worse. As he expected, Matilda seized the opportunity and sued her cheating husband.

Did he wish Verlaine to die?

Yes.

He loathes betrayal, hates the person he has hated for many years, and the killing intent accumulated in the two worlds has never disappeared in his heart.

Does he want Verlaine to die without dignity?

no……

Rimbaud and Verlaine separated, and Matilda divorced smoothly, which was the best result.

The crime of homosexuality in this era is too heavy, and it has exceeded the proper limit. Oscar Wilde spent two years in prison, experienced heavy physical labor that normal men could not bear, and died of illness within a few years after he came out.The historical Paul Verlaine lived to be 50 years old and was apparently only sentenced to two years in prison in Brussels.

"I... hate Verlaine who abandoned his wife and son."

Ma Shengqiu also said this for the first time in front of Rimbaud.

Arthur Rimbaud's tears hung on his cheeks and were gently wiped away by the dark-haired man.

"Matilda has mastered the love letter Verlaine wrote to you. She hates Verlaine deeply. She has learned a lot of cases and understands that he will definitely die this time. The forensic doctor can easily check whether Verlaine has committed the crime of 'sodomy'. "

"Forensic?!"

Arthur Rimbaud was at a loss, not understanding how the medical examiner could do it.

Ma Shengqiu also said simply: "People who have had sex recently are different from those who have never done it. People who have had sex for a long time will leave permanent marks."

Arthur Rimbaud's ass tightened.

Ma Shengqiu also glanced, "You haven't been fucked by him, have you?"

"No!" Arthur Rimbaud shook his head frantically.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "So you don't have to worry too much. The nobles have already considered this point. As long as you haven't been raped by a man, the forensic doctor can't give a clear answer."

Arthur Rimbaud suddenly realized, "I'll be checked too?"

Ma Shengqiu also waved to him, Arthur Rimbaud leaned over aggrievedly, put his head on Mr. Wang Qiu's knee, the fear and dependence in his heart were fighting each other.

Ma Shengqiu also looked at Rimbaud who was furious and pretended to be docile, and said, "Do you know why I can win so many lawsuits?"

Arthur Rimbaud was worried: "Those people don't have the heart to hurt you?"

Ma Shengqiu also sneered: "I can't believe that such naive words were spoken by people who participated in the Paris Commune war. Do you think there are so many kind people in the world?"

Ma Shengqiu also said bluntly: "Those who sued me are all dead."

Arthur Rimbaud was shaking all over.

It is also difficult for Ma Shengqiu to accurately estimate Rimbaud's mentality. The other party is clever and shrill at one time, and cute and silly at another, so he set up a test of human nature.

"I'll kill Matilda for you, and you'll be fine."

"……kill……"

Arthur Rimbaud's pupils were confused for a moment. In fact, he also killed people.

Killing is addictive.

After tasting the fastest way to achieve results and deter others, few people are willing to take the complicated route and arm themselves with legal means.

"No, don't," said Arthur Rimbaud weakly.

"Are you sure?" Ma Shengqiu also asked back, "She wants to sue you now."

"She is innocent, I can't hurt her..." Arthur Rimbaud hugged Mr. Wang Qiu's waist, no longer doubting the other party's methods, and blurted out, "I was wrong, I know I did wrong, let you Feel embarrassed, let's not kill people, and think of other better ways!"

Ma Shengqiu also quietly asked: "Do you really know that you are wrong?"

Arthur Rimbaud cried: "I swear, after this incident, I will never destroy other people's marriages, and I will never talk to men again."

Ma Shengqiu also thought about Rimbaud's future, and the other party did what he said, and never became a third party.

This is not a good boy.

However, it can barely be straightened.

"Rimbaud, after you withdraw the lawsuit, Verlaine will take the initiative to admit the crime of 'sodomy' and treat you as an object of sexual fantasies, so that Matilda will not be able to sue you through letters."

"... Can this... be done?"

"He's a smart guy, and I'm going to meet him in person."

Ma Shengqiu also left Arthur Rimbaud, who was injured, to visit someone who was in a catastrophe.

Paul Verlaine is still waiting, trembling over the next two charges, in the police cell in Paris.

He spends his days in detention in his own country.

The fingers of Paul Verlaine's hands were pinched together, praying for God's blessing.

"God will not bless you."

A voice cut through the messy thoughts like a sharp sword, making Paul Verlaine shudder.

Outside the room of the detention center, two policemen accompanied the police chief. The chief Louis Andrillo looked indifferently at the French poet who fell in love with a boy of the same sex. Bad luck for Paul Verlaine.

"Hi, Paul Verlaine." Louis Andrillo said, "Send two forensic doctors over to examine Paul Verlaine's body directly and submit it to the court."

Paul Verlaine was shocked and angry: "You are doing this illegally!"

Luis Andrillo sneered: "Because I'm sure you're a dirty sodomite."

"It's better if you don't admit it."

"At that time, we will check that Rimbaud again."

"I heard that 19-year-old Rimbaud is a 'vagrant angel' in French newspapers. I don't know how many people will come to watch you on the day of the court trial."

Louis Andrijo laughed, confident in his control of their intelligence.

He has long wanted to see the ugliness of these literati and writers.

Deserves to be sued!

"You can't do this, I want to go to court with dignity!" Paul Verlaine was held down by two policemen and struggled on the bed. One of the forensic doctors had put transparent sheep intestines on his fingers to act as temporary gloves , which is the "British clothes" in the French population and the "French letter" in the British population.

Paul Verlaine cried: "It has nothing to do with Rimbaud! It has nothing to do with Rimbaud!"

Until this moment, he felt extremely remorseful.

All he wanted was for Rimbaud to be set aside and not suffer the same humiliation.

Suddenly, there were several footsteps in the aisle of the detention center. Luis Andrillo turned his head and saw Wang Qiu, an oriental man, entered the police station somehow, with a reporter and a female secretary beside him. The three stopped the forensic doctor's actions.

Ma Shengqiu also waved away the forensic doctor's hand, put his jacket over Verlaine's waist, blocking the place where his trousers were taken off, and coldly faced the voyeuristic chief of the police station.

"I will not allow him to be examined until the court case."

"There is no reason, I admit that I am on the side of the victim in this matter."

"but."

"I just won't allow it."

Ma Shengqiu also stood in front of Paul Verlaine, his cane propped on the ground, his hands on the cane, without taking a step back, solemn and indifferent, looking at several policemen.

"You acted in such an abusive lynching, disregarding the dignity of a French citizen."

"Do you dare to be reported?"

"Do you dare to let people check how many mistresses you have and how many things are hidden in the room?"

"The water here is turbid, and no one is innocent."

"But people have limits."

"Mr. Director, where is your bottom line...?"

On the table in the detention center, Paul Verlaine hurriedly put on his trousers, tightened himself with the belt of his trousers, and stared at the figure standing in front of him confronting those people with a pair of haggard eyes.

Wang Qiu?

Isn't he Rimbaud's "father"?How come to save me.

Paul Verlaine felt confused and safe, his hair was disheveled, he hid behind and did not dare to show his face, all his literary fame was useless in the police station, he was a prisoner at the mercy of others.

God, please take me out, this is no place for people!

Ma Shengqiu also felt Verlaine's dodge, and turned to stare at him.In the next second, he withdrew his sharp eyes, unable to stand that this person had the same black hair and green eyes as Lan Tang, and hated Wenye Shijie's name swap again, which made his wife whom he had loved for more than eight years have a French scumbag. The man's real name.

If it weren't for protecting Rimbaud just now, he would still be a man.

He really wanted to call a coward.

"Verlaine, stand up straight for me and kneel on the ground, and I will let you eat my leather shoes!"

"Good, good."

The terrified Paul Verlaine was frightened by Wang Qiu's stern attitude, tremblingly supported the table and stood up, his legs were a little weak, and he cried in his heart: Isn't it just leather shoes?If you can take me out, I'll show you.

……

In Wenye World, Arthur Rimbaud was full of confusion, thinking about a question: "Father, how did you fall in love with Verlaine?"

Could it be that Verlaine named "Lantang" is very different?