Started with a green hat for Verlaine

At the end of the nineteenth century, there was a wave of writing frenzy in Europe.

European authors went to the Far East one after another to seek inspiration, and the black-haired international students from the East were welcomed by many locals.

However, they did not find a second person like "Wang Qiu".

It's not just the appearance.

Between braids and short hair... it's close to the gap between the two species.

Suddenly, a writer realized his luck. He and Wang Qiu lived in the same period and had seen each other's most beautiful age. Ten years later, how many people would regret not being able to witness Wang Qiu in his heyday.

"It's a shame that I'm not a painter, so I can't keep his face."

In Ireland, the elders of Bernard Shaw's family were portrait painters. A conversation between George Bernard Shaw and Oscar Wilde illuminated Wilde's inspiration.

Oscar Wilde murmured foolishly: "The painter..."

Although he is a lover of literature and has not mastered oil painting in depth, the inspiration for "Portrait" frantically surged in Oscar Wilde's mind.

He wanted to write a novel on The Portrait!

Let the beauty stay young forever!

Bernard Shaw blushed and said, "I'm interested in drama recently, and I plan to write a story about Mr. Wang Qiu funding me."

After Wang Qiu became famous for his interest in benefactors, Bernard Shaw asked Oscar Wilde, and finally solved the misunderstanding. Oscar Wilde had tipped him some money, but the person who gave a pound behind the window was Wang. Mr. Qiu!

The orientals standing behind the curtain, doing good deeds without leaving their names, taught George Bernard Shaw how to be self-reliant and influenced the turning point of Bernard Shaw's life.

"Didn't you just blow the whistle?" Oscar Wilde questioned his soul, and Bernard Shaw was not to be outdone: "That was a very important life!"

On the verge of dropping out and falling, there is a person who is willing to hold him.

This is something Oscar Wilde of the rich kid can't understand!

"He saved me."

Perhaps, without Shaw's knowledge, Wang Qiu saved more people. Bernard Shaw was willing to stop music lessons for Wang Qiu and present his own works.

——Let the humanity of this world shine brightly.

Overseas, Arthur Rimbaud grabbed his messy blond hair, strangled a lice, skillfully threw them into the sea, and let them be buried in the sea forever.

He missed the days when Mr. Wang Qiu would catch him to shave his head.

"One hundred poems, I will also add a share of credit."

Although he had seen Mr. Wang Qiu's upper body and knew that there were scars on it, he wondered how Mr. Wang Qiu could prove that he had no scars on his body.

If it is Mr. Wang Qiu...

"Everything is sure to be fine."

Arthur Rimbaud sent the manuscript to Pigeon Stew Press in London, England.

Then, he carried the small package on his back and became a deserter.

Dad didn't save him.

He tried to save himself.

A round of sun is rising slowly in the distance, and the sea and the sky are lined up, magnificent and powerful, just like the future pursued by Arthur Rimbaud wantonly.

……

Compared with the bustling end of the nineteenth century, the Wenye world is much deserted.

In Japan, residents of Tokyo City changed their winter warm clothes and appeared in the streets and alleys in long-sleeved trousers to cope with the temperature in April.

The temperature at night is lower than that during the day.

Osamu Dazai sat on the roof of the Tokyo University dormitory and stayed up all night. He stayed in Tokyo, staring blankly at the direction of Yokohama.

The moonlight reflected in his iris pupils.

——It is bluish white.

This is the color he hates the most.

It was so similar to the night when Ma Shengqiu also died on the roof.

"Hey, you can't sleep again." Nakahara Nakaya suddenly appeared behind Dazai Osamu, threw a can of ice juice, Dazai Osamu caught it with his backhand.

Zhong Yuanzhong also found a place to sit down, yawned and said, "You are a night owl, I don't usually see how much time you sleep..."

Osamu Dazai said: "The only one who can sleep without worries is an idiot."

Zhong Yuanzhong was too lazy to argue with him.

"This moon—" Zhongya Nakahara looked up, and he understood the scars in Dazai's heart better than anyone else, his eyes were clouded, and the sound of the wind in his ears seemed to have turned into the stern resentment of that year, "No wonder you are blowing cold wind here."

Osamu Dazai pressed the ice juice to his cheek, stimulated, and his mind became clearer.

"It's not beer." Osamu Dazai muttered.

"Take care of your body." Nakahara Chuya said calmly at a young age, bearing the mental devastation brought about by Dazai Osamu and Edogawa Ranpo, "No one will reprimand us anymore. The only thing I can give you is Some caveats."

Osamu Dazai's eyes were barren, and the corners of his mouth were raised, like a wisp of rising smoke.

They are the only family left in this world.

Even though, the man who maintained their bond is no longer there.

"I still have class tomorrow, so I'm going back."

After chatting for a while, Nakahara Nakahara yawned, and instead of going crazy with Osamu Dazai in the middle of the night, he flew directly from the roof of the building to sleep in the window of the dormitory and returned to sleep.

Osamu Dazai poked his probe from the edge of the roof.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also got into the dormitory and closed the window and turned off the lights, looking like he was going to sleep soundly.

The scene overlooking the ground in front of him made Osamu Dazai feel slightly intoxicated. More than once, he wanted to obey his inner desire for death and play some dangerous games. He even thought: "If I jumped off the building and died here, Chuya would be the first to die here." What will happen in the next day? Will Luanbu collapse again, and will Mr. Lan Tang come back to collect his body?"

After thinking about it, Osamu Dazai wrinkled his entire face, resisting Lantang's collection of the body, maybe in order to resurrect together, Lantang would put him in the "color painting collection".It's a good thing to see my brother, but it's unnecessary to be accompanied by a corpse!

"This world that can't even rest in peace after death... is too bad."

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze to feel the high altitude.

—You can’t jump off a building.

Every time before doing something dangerous, Osamu Dazai would have his brother's voice in his heart, which was an auditory hallucination that even a person with nullified abilities could not resist.

Osamu Dazai really wanted to get it right, for example, I'll show you a dance.

However, he clearly knew that that person would not come out to stop him, and what he did would not get Aso Qiuya's attention.

Ma Shengqiu also wrote in the [book]: At the age of 29, the family will be happy.

Osamu Dazai felt nothing but unparalleled irony.

He sat alone on a high place, emptying his mind, spending the night like a puppet without a soul.

The phone notification sounded in the pocket of his trousers, it was someone from the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone and said indifferently, "What's the matter?"

There was a rapid breathing sound from the other side: "Mr. Dazai, please come to the Tokyo headquarters, one of our employees has been controlled by a supernatural ability! Mr. Qiuya reminded our 'blood' superhuman ability that he appeared!"

When Osamu Dazai heard his brother's name, he tilted his head: "Is it very powerful? Why did I remind you, and someone of you still got tricked?"

Yasugo Sakaguchi who contacted him said with a guilty conscience: "Because of negligence..."

Osamu Dazai sneered: "No, you have already begun to forget about Qiuya."

Ango Sakaguchi did not dare to touch the minefield, and begged: "Mr. Dazai, please come here immediately. This employee has a wife and children. He is a senior intelligence officer of our government. Their husband and wife have sacrificed too much for the country. If you If he doesn't come after half an hour, the Supernatural Secret Service Division decided to let him kill himself."

Ma Shengqiu also reminded a few years ago that a happy family saved the lives of his wife and children. The male owner who was controlled by "blood" because of carelessness judged what type of attack he had suffered at the first time and notified The wife by his side enables the wife to take the children to avoid the harm of the supernatural power.

In the courtyard where wisterias were in full bloom, there were only a few corpses lying there, and the staff from the Supernatural Secret Service Division sealed off the scene for a high-risk investigation.

Quan Jinghua screamed in fear and was hugged by her mother, blocking her eyes.

"Don't be afraid, Jinghua."

Mrs. Quan kept coaxing her young daughter.

The two of them could not leave the scene, and had to cooperate with the Supernatural Secret Service Division to investigate.

"Father..." Quan Jinghua panicked, "I want a father!"

Mrs. Quan's eyes were gloomy for a moment, and then returned to normal, she said calmly: "Jinghua, listen to me - Dad has gone to the hospital, the doctor will treat him well, we have to wait patiently at home for him to come back."

Quan Jinghua's shrunken body found a sense of security in her mother's arms.

"Daddy will be back...I'm going to wait for Daddy at home..."

"do not be afraid."

Mrs. Izumi kisses her daughter's temples, and the little Izumi Kyoka wears a hydrangea kimono, which symbolizes the happiness of the family. Today was a day when her husband had a hard time not working overtime, but he was ambushed at home.

"Jinghua, take the cell phone I gave you with you at all times."

Mrs. Quan made the worst preparations. If the killer still didn't let them go, she had to entrust her daughter, who knew nothing, to the Supernatural Secret Service.

Tokyo Headquarters, Ability Secret Service Division.

Ango Sakaguchi saw Osamu Dazai in a state of anxiety, and quickly stepped forward to lead the way, and said as he walked: "Mr. Izumi was attacked by several men in black shortly after he returned home. He shot and killed the attacker. The splashed blood turned into a living thing and got into his ear, and then the eye near the ear turned red, and his body lost control..."

A door opened in front of the two of them.

The ward smell of disinfectant appeared, and Ango Sakaguchi's voice fell.

"And then, it became like this."

Osamu Dazai walked to a room that looked like a mental hospital, and saw a black-haired man who was tied up with restraint belts. He was wearing a woolen sweater and suit pants in early spring, screaming like a ghost on the bed, with blue veins on the surface of his skin exposed, half of his body The body was struggling frantically, and the other half of the body was twitching.

Ango Sakaguchi took a deep breath: "For the first 5 minutes, he was able to control his consciousness, but then he completely lost control. It was all thanks to his wife who used the humanoid superhuman ability 'Yasha Shirayuki' to send her husband to the hospital for treatment in time."

This is a man who can vaguely see warmth from his ferocious face.

If it is in the usual way, it must be gentle and refined.

The man was speaking indistinctly, with blood continuously flowing out of the corner of his mouth. Osamu Dazai could hear it, it was a word praying for death.

die?

Don't even try to get it in front of me.

Osamu Dazai stepped forward and poked the man's forehead with one finger.

"No Place on Earth" flopped.

The man's eyes were still red and dripping with blood, and the irrational gaze of a beast showed that the supernatural power controlling him didn't stay on the surface of his body.

Ango Sakaguchi's heart sank, and the ability to nullify supernatural powers is indeed not a panacea.

As expected, Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone and disturbed people's dreams in the middle of the night: "Chuya, now go to Yokohama and invite Akiko Yosano over here. If I'm late, someone in my hands will die."

After finishing speaking, Osamu Dazai ignored Chuya Nakahara's bewilderment and hung up the phone.

He believes that the other party can understand what he means.

Zhongya Nakahara hastily rode on the custom-made motorcycle, and at the fastest speed, he brought Yosano Akiko and Yosano Akiko to Tokyo for a visit.

Dazai Osamu said to Yosano Akiko: "Today we will cooperate."

Looking at the ugly man in front of him, Yosano Akiko nodded, "How?" "I'll bleed him, and you will dissect him."

Osamu Dazai wanted to test how fluid the supernatural power was.

Touching each other's internal organs with your fingers, can you catch that "blood".

In the room, the sound of knives entering and exiting was chilling. Behind the surveillance cameras of the Supernatural Secret Service Section, many people who followed the incident were sweating on their foreheads.

Osamu Dazai and Yosano Akiko dissected the man.

"Disqualification in the World" constantly detects different abilities.

"Please don't die" hangs the other party's life.

Under repeated experiments, normal people probably collapsed physically and mentally, but Mr. Quan on the hospital bed withstood all the injuries between life and death.

Osamu Dazai said indifferently: "Can you hear me? Your wife and daughter are still waiting for you to go back. If you die, because of the concealment of your identity, the Supernatural Secret Service Division will not give you any preferential treatment. When the time comes, your daughter It’s just a child without a father who was trained as a spy from an early age and lived a life of tool man without emotion.”

Mr. Quan's blood flowed rapidly, and his muscles trembled.

Yosano Akiko glanced at Osamu Dazai, and suddenly understood the other party's intention to save people. This man has a wife and daughter who are waiting to go home.

It wasn't because of the government's work, it wasn't because of being attacked by supernatural powers, but Mr. Izumi with black hair and black eyes fell on the hospital bed, his face was bloodstained, and the appearance of giving up his life made Osamu Dazai feel disgusted.

——Why don't you try calling for help?

——Why do you think death is the best choice?

——How do you let your wife and your children face everything that follows?

——Some people would rather die with you!

Yosano Akiko whispered: "Do you still want to try?"

Osamu Dazai pinched Mr. Izumi's heart, and the gaps between his fingers were full of fleshy moth.

"That blood is quite cunning."

He said in the direction of the camera: "Go and find Tatsuhiko Shibusawa."

The microphone of the camera said: "Bai Qilin suffered a lot in Yokohama last time. His hair was all ruined. He won't come out to meet people in a short time."

Dazai Osamu said: "Tell him directly, if he doesn't come, Ranbu and I will come to him, so that he never has to go out."

Person from the Supernatural Secret Service Division: "..."

tough enough.

He is indeed one of the people who can make Bai Qilin fight and lose repeatedly.

Persisting until the appearance of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, the man on the hospital bed got a cure: use "Tatsuhiko no Ma" to deprive the supernatural powers present, and then use "Disqualification in the World" to touch the "blood" trying to escape, and finally, " Please don't die" gave the man a chance to restore full blood at once.

In the early morning, Mrs. Quan came with Quan Jinghua, putting an end to this matter.

The girl threw herself into her father's arms and wept loudly.

The family of three was not separated.

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw the person being treated afterwards, and secretly watched for a while. The black-haired man held his daughter in his arms and spoke softly to his wife. He didn't look like an intelligence officer of the Supernatural Secret Service at all, but rather... ...old dad in the past.

Good thing no one died.

On this similar night, even Dazai, who has no conscience, wants a man like Akiya Aso to survive.

Chuya Nakahara bumped Osamu Dazai's shoulder and got a pair of supercilious looks from him.

Osamu Dazai was disgusted: "It's disgusting, don't flirt with men."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said politely: "I'm praising you for doing a good deed, what do you mean don't hook up, be careful, I'll fix you with my fist!"

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, and said to Nakahara Chuya: "If you want to reward me, just help me tear off Tatsuhiko Shibusawa's hair. He is wearing a wig today."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

Osamu Dazai smiled secretly: "Go."

Nakahara Chuya complained about Dazai: "Aren't you childish! How old are you, and you still pull your hair?"

Nakahara Nakaya looked at Ryuhiko Shibusawa, who was forced to come here in the early morning, with a gloomy expression, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.Always bullying this person, he has nothing new.

"Shibusawa."

Zhong Yuanzhong also called out to the other party.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko didn't raise his head, his body was full of low air pressure, which made people feel afraid of the face in the shadow: "Ji-kun, Chuya-kun, if you dare to destroy my hairstyle..."

Osamu Dazai was curious: "What are you going to do?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said coldly: "I will appear in your class during the day..."

Osamu Dazai laughed loudly, "Just you? Still want to be a teacher?"

Central Plains also smiled.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko finished the second half of the sentence: "Then, to you, cry out."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

What kind of strange tricks did Aso Shuya's students learn!

When Mr. Quan wanted to ask someone to thank him, he found that those people had all left, and only Yosano Akiko was waiting for the special car from the Supernatural Secret Service to take her back.

Mr. Quan asked: "Miss Xie Ye, I want to thank them."

Yosano Akiko smiled and said: "No need, we are strangers." Lifting her medical kit, she walked out, "As long as your family is happy and you protect yourself and your loved ones, I think it's good for them." Biggest thanks."

Mr. Quan thought of the love murder that once shocked the world.

"Am I... like him?"

"In order to protect others, your will to choose death is exactly the same."

Yosano Akiko turned around and left behind these neat words.

Don't die.

This is your hard-won happiness.

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