Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"This flower..."

In the Paris Commune, another blue-suited clerk who cleaned the dead flower storage room discovered the strangeness of the camellia.

He walked over to check: "Is it like this last time?"

This can be regarded as a daily job in rotation, and it is impossible for non-internal senior staff to come into contact with Baudelaire's supernatural power.He remembered that when he came to see it before, the camellias looked disconnected and had no roots.

The French must have a deep understanding of flowers, just as they know how to use flowers to hook up objects.The severed camellia corresponds to the tragedy of Aso Qiuya, so everyone who cleans will take a look.

The world-famous love is so withered.

In the glass container, a camellia condensed by the "Flower of Evil" lay there. The tiny roots seemed to be hallucinatory, and the flowers were not separated from the flower branches, which led the staff to suspect that a colleague had moved the camellia.

"Wouldn't someone put it together without authorization?"

The staff in blue suits are worried, there are many wonderful things in France, and the fanatical fans of Transcendence will even complain about the tragedy.

He entered a string of electronic codes on the metal platform under the glassware to check that Camellia's application was successfully reported, and after a few seconds, it was approved.

"Drip" sound.

The glass vessel slowly opened the cover, and the aroma became more intense.

"It smells so good." He put on his gloves, took out his work permit in front of the camera, and gently lifted the camellia for inspection.

When he found that the flowers and branches were connected together but not separated, his face suddenly changed, and he said, "Could it be that someone stuck glue?!"

The staff in the blue suit tried to find traces of glue, but did not dare to pull it.

Camellia let him look at it, pretending to be dead.

The aroma became stronger and stronger.

The clerk in the blue suit was a little dizzy, inhaled too much, and had hallucinations in front of his eyes, thinking of his ex-girlfriend who dumped him after cheating.

The divorce rate in France ranks among the top ten in the world, which has a lot to do with their overly open personalities. The reason why some couples do not get divorced is simple. If you cheat, I cheat, and everyone is happy.

"Why did I think of her, no... this smell is too nasty."

The staff in the blue suit put the camellia back and covered his nose, for fear that he would cry out. Whoever is in love will be green, and whoever is pitiful.

He closed the door and hurried out to report to M. Baudelaire.

"leader!"

"There is a problem with the camellias in the flower room!"

Suddenly, Charles Pierre Baudelaire couldn't sit still.After listening to the scene described by his subordinates, his leisurely expression disappeared, he got up and walked over there, and ordered: "Call the people in the monitoring room over."

Arriving at the place where the camellia was stored after Aso's death, Charles-Pierre Baudelaire personally inspected it.

"Without glue, how did you attach it back?"

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire stroked the flower branches with his hands, as if depicting the delicate texture of a beauty, concentrating on perceiving his own supernatural power.

"What's the matter with this one?"

He touched the "tail" part of the camellia with his fingertips.

Camellia trembled and was itched.

The weak and harmless roots seemed to be greatly stimulated. With a flick of the roots, they stretched straight into a needle and stuck into Baudelaire's finger, as if to say "a weak flower can also have a way of hurting people." .

Charles Pierre Baudelaire's pupils looked at it tightly, ignoring the pain, and the force was not much different from the bite of a mosquito.

"Camellia came back to life?"

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire destroyed the surveillance in an instant, blocked the reaction of the camellia with his body, and looked at the weak and stubborn flower in his hand cherishingly, "Why does the flower with a severed head move? Self-awakening ability 'Flowers of Evil' begins, never before, and it corresponds to dead people..."

"Aso Qiu is also dead, and Camellia is theoretically dead..."

The head of the Paris Commune, who was not young, thought of something terrible, and his face was cloudy.

Suddenly, he found that the aroma around him was too strong, the blood flow in his body accelerated, and his face felt hot.Looking at the camellia again, the flower branches were softly wrapped around his fingers, as if absorbing some favorite nutrients...but his blood didn't flow out.

So, what does the camellia absorb?

Charles Pierre Baudelaire thought uncontrollably of the past.

Every lover who loved him or was loved by him seemed to be right in front of his eyes. The memory was like a page-turning photo album.

He thought of the good-natured oriental dancers of the fifteenth century.

He also thought of an earlier, earlier period, the 20-year-old self who was full of admiration and fanaticism, and pursued Victor Hugo in every possible way.

What he hates the most is that on the eve when he was forcibly sent abroad by his stepfather, he resisted his stepfather in a violent way by cutting his wrists and committing suicide, saying that he wanted to see Victor Hugo, but this person still did not come to see him.

He once naively thought that if he was with Victor Hugo, he would be the only one who could help him get rid of his stepfather's supervision...

[How much I liked you when I was young, and how much I hate you later. 】

[Later, I looked away. 】

[You are not interested in men because of your natural sexual orientation——]

【You just don't want to be with me. 】

[You like people who are kind, gentle, and as comfortable as the dawn, so you are willing to be my friend, and you don't want to be my lover. 】

[When we are old, we will be friends for life. 】

【You will laugh at my out-of-shape figure, you will tell me which woman is beautiful, which man is too feminine, you no longer avoid me in fear, you will talk to me about everything, and you will be a neighbor after death... 】

"Ahh! What am I thinking?!"

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire interrupted the eerie tenderness just in time.

He looked more ashamed than terrified.

A thing like first love should be stuffed into the incinerator like garbage and disappear!

He pulled out the camellia, and the roots of the camellia trembled, as if they were not full, and wanted to stretch out again.

What it absorbs is love, which is the beautiful feelings in the human heart.

Its fragrance is the sour smell of love.

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire, as if guarding against a dangerous source of contagious disease, stuffed it back into the glass vessel, and the smell was still permeable, but it was lighter. He covered the glass vessel with a black cloth, Holding her arms in her arms, she went out with a livid face and asked the shit-eating people in the monitoring room.

Inside the Paris Commune, the leader immediately ushered in a thunderous reprimand.

Full marks for personal attacks.

Deduction of wages, deduction of bonuses, holidays are all cancelled!

The few people who were scolded so bloody wanted to cry but did not dare to accuse the leader of insulting their dignity, because people with supernatural powers are not managed by the French labor union, do you want to complain?The boss who protects your rights is opposite.

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire checked the surveillance and saw that no outsiders had tampered with it. Camellia took the head back by itself.

After dismissing his subordinates, he dialed the student's phone and said in a bad tone, "Athier, did you do something strange?"

Arthur Rimbaud in China was puzzled, did he not offend his teacher?

"Strange thing..." said Arthur Rimbaud, "does it mean that I have taken in a Russian?"

Charles Pierre Baudelaire was surprised: "Are you raising a child?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Well, I met a person with the same amnesia as me. He was immature. After I rescued him from the slave trader, he followed me."

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire asked: "Where are you?"

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes wandered: "Asia."

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire located Arthur Rimbaud's mailing address, which was the country of Hua, and then he searched for the other party's entry and exit records, and sneered: "It's great, sneaked into the country of Hua ?”

Arthur Rimbaud apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm here to relax, and I don't want to be taken care of by the official people."

Charles Pierre Baudelaire said: "Don't make trouble."

After speaking, he hung up the student's phone.

He thought, didn't Attil affect the Camellia, or was it another unknown event?

An hour later, Gabe came to his class at the Paris Commune, as usual.

He saw that his teacher was absent-minded, and there was an extra pot of flowers on the table, surrounded by this flower - an air purifier? ? ?

"Teacher, do you think it smells bad?"

"...No, I think it's too fragrant, so stay away from it."

"But I don't smell anything."

Gabe was very curious about new things. He leaned over the edge of the table and moved his nose, but he couldn't smell the scent of camellias.

His figure is no longer as petite as he was 14 years old. His head is long and long, like mushrooms after a rain. He is a tall man who is envied by everyone if he doesn't pay attention.

Charles Pierre Baudelaire paused.

Didn't smell it?

The fragrance of flowers is so strong.

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire went to see Gabe, who had been married to France for four years. He needed strength, strength, and brains...and he could learn and grow. He was as cute as a child. Overall, he was a A good seed with amazing potential, enough to be the leader of the next generation of French superpowers.

In [-], Gabe met Alexandre Dumas in an astonishing hug, and was later adopted by Alexandre Dumas. He learned from Baudelaire, and the wind went smoothly, and his mind was steadily developed in a peaceful environment.

"Don't you have any girls you like at school?"

"No~."

"What about people outside the school?"

"My favorite is Mom, Dad and Mrs. Baudelaire, only you like Gabe the most!"

"Besides us? Don't you want to fall in love?"

Charles-Pierre Baudelaire realized the seriousness of the matter. There is no problem with the mind staying in the juvenile stage. The body's hormones will always increase, right?Hormones tell a teenager what to do at this age.

"Gabe, check your physical and mental state for me!"

"???"

Gabe was dragged by the teacher by his sleeve to check.

It didn't take long.

Gabe's teacher, Charles-Pierre Baudelaire, received a colloquial summary from several doctors—Gabe was a standard frigid.

After receiving the news, Alexandre Dumas comforted his son.

"It doesn't matter, it can be changed through medical technology in the future."

"No need."

"Gabe, your mind can't keep up with the age of your body, and you don't understand the happiness of a man's adulthood!"

"I'm happy, really!"

Gabe tried his best to explain to his father, and Dumas got a more sympathetic expression, which made Gabe confused and wailed in his heart that he couldn't ask the almighty mother for help. If his mother was there, he would definitely be able to break up with him and explain the reason clearly.

Alexandre Dumas looked between Gabe's legs.

The head grows, and the bottom grows white.

……

Jules Verne, who was labeled "frigid", was satisfied.

This is probably the only good thing about Gabe.

Not messing with male-female relationships.

In the future, even if Gabe can be enlightened, Verne doesn't intend to give it a chance. You don't need the function of your lower body until you become the head of France and revoke the arrest warrant of the "seven traitors"!