Started with a green hat for Verlaine

When the blond Rimbaud went back, he realized with a beast-like intuition that someone was staring at him.With a twitch of his mouth, he took out an electric kettle from the house, and then used skillful means to create an accident where the circuit of the house was aging, short-circuited and caught fire.

The blond Rimbaud happily decided on behalf of the landlord of Huaguo who owns hundreds of properties: "It's better to renovate this kind of old house and live in it again."

After a while, thick smoke came out of the house.

There are no important items here.

The trace of destruction is just convenient for them to erase the content of the conversation.

At the same time, the blond Rimbaud dialed Yanjing's fire rescue hotline just right, briefly explained the location of the fire, and controlled the subsequent troubles. He believed that his old friends would deal with this matter after they knew about it.

——It is impossible to stay in Huaguo any longer.

"It's just the third day, I should go out for a walk."

Blonde Rimbaud glanced at the countdown on the watch. Inside the special watch frame, there was a small special dial, which recorded his stay time.

He is a natural traveler, and the supernatural ability "Hell Season" has the meaning of crossing hell and moving forward. He cannot stay in a city for more than three days, and the supernatural ability will continue to give him benefits, accumulating the power of the transcendent level, On the contrary, if it stays there, the supernatural power will bite him back.

On a bus, the blonde Rimbaud ignored the stalkers and went to the next city with an electric kettle that must not be lost.

Seeing this, Sigma was anxious: "We can't let him run away."

Arthur Rimbaud came out from behind Sigma.

He was worried about Sigma's tracking ability, and he had the ability to manipulate humanoids to protect Sigma in secret, so he was able to rush to the station as soon as possible.

Arthur Rimbaud put his hand on Sigma's shoulder, spread his five fingers, and a golden cube-shaped cube appeared, and the "color painting book" instantly enveloped the space around them, and the two of them hid into the subspace world.

"Let's go."

On the bus, the blond Rimbaud, who was planning to plan, turned to the microphone at the back of the phone, and said casually: "Dad, I will send you a courier in the same city later, you remember to receive the electric kettle, I have a temporary dinner date with an old friend, I'll go back to see you tonight."

Lying is as easy for blonde Rimbaud as drinking water.

Ma Shengqiu, who was in the plastic surgery hospital, also pretended that he didn't understand the excuse, and said, "There is no need to send the courier, the same city courier is too expensive, you can bring it to me at night, pay attention to safety on the road, and don't get drunk outside."

Blonde Rimbaud is an extremely lonely person in this world. His parents died during the war, leaving him no siblings.He has been wandering since he was a child, and has developed an independent character. He can't remember when it started, his footsteps became unstoppable, and he wandered in different places forever.

He tried to stay in a certain place forcibly, just to drink with his friends. The price was that his strength was weakened. After the strength was reduced to the limit, his body weakened rapidly.

In order to survive, the blond Rimbaud gritted his teeth and crawled out of the city boundary in a state of exhaustion, fighting for the next chance to drink for himself.

He has to move.

He must drop everything that stands in the way of his own departure.

Every friend can only become a temporary communication during the journey, and cannot become an indispensable friend for each other, because those people will know more people and forget that there is such a wind of chasing freedom in their memory.

Sitting on the bus, in a moving state, the blond Rimbaud's supernatural ability was buffed, but his body's stillness violated the requirements of the supernatural ability, making the supernatural power gain and debuff appear simultaneously.

"Singularity" burst!

The "singularity" that ordinary people don't see once in a lifetime can appear at any time in the "self-contradictory" supernatural powers.

This dangerous force builds up between his breaths.

He hides the "singularity" in his lungs instead of his heart. His breathing is a disaster, and his body is a container for natural disasters. If someone looks closely at his breathing, he will see a slight distortion of the space.

He will not use the "singularity" to do things beyond the limit. With the memory of another world, he retains the concept of awe. He firmly believes that it is okay to do things like card bugs once in a while. If you do it often, you may be caught by the world Clean it up as a harmful virus.

"It feels good to be cared about."

After the blond-haired Rimbaud ended the call, he rested his cheeks and looked at the scenery outside the window. Sometimes he looked at the scenery for a long time. There was no difference in the scenery of different countries and cities in the world, especially in the suburbs, where the similarity was even greater.

What makes traveling a joy?

That is learning to have fun!

It was more than an hour after the blonde Rimbaud arrived in the next city, he walked out of the bus station alone, and was stopped as expected.

The voice in the ear suddenly disappeared.

The blonde Rimbaud looked around with a smile, and the ten-meter range became a standard golden cube, isolating the heavy traffic outside.

The temperature of sunlight cannot be felt in the subspace, and it is icy cold.

Like the heart of Arthur Rimbaud.

The blond Rimbaud touched the "light screen" with his hands, like translucent tempered glass, but the distance between the two worlds was not glass, and he couldn't help feeling that space is the overbearing place of people with supernatural abilities.

"Hey, is your superpower called 'color painting collection'?"

Two figures approached.

The leader was the Frenchman with long black curly hair, with melancholy eyes, and the drooping corners of his mouth seemed to be expressing his unresolved knots.

Sigma followed closely behind Mr. Lan Tang, very nervous.

Face the enemy head-on.

The opponent is a strong person at the level of a transcendent.

Sigma does not have the spirit of fearing tigers as a newborn calf, and has suffered many beatings from society. He understands reality better than many people, and is worried that he will lag behind and become a burden to Mr. Lantang.

"Mr. Lan Tang, let me go out."

"Need not."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes rested on the face of the blond Rimbaud for a moment. The traces of wandering around the world were so obvious. Apart from that, he couldn't find the difference between the blond Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine. Humans really are clones and subjects.He forcibly looked away and said, "I have no hostility towards you, so you don't have to guard against me."

"I don't want to see you." The blond Rimbaud closed his eyes with a funny expression that would make him go blind. "It gives me a headache to see you."

Arthur Rimbaud said complicatedly: "Me too."

The important person who ran through the lives of him, Paul, and Qiuya finally met after so many years.

Arthur Rimbaud sighed: "Where is Paul Verlaine?"

Blonde Rimbaud said, "What do you want him for?"

Blonde Rimbaud thought of his pure and bad brother, and said indescribably: "I know he owes you an apology, but don't count on it, he still hasn't figured out whether you lie to him wholeheartedly or love him halfheartedly." , or love but still lie to him."

He uttered tongue-twister words in one breath, and Sigma's brain froze. Adult society is not something children can understand.

Blonde Rimbaud said objectively: "In my opinion, your grievances will be wiped out when you die together. The person my brother is really sorry for is Aso Qiuya, not you, because Aso Qiuya raised Zhongyuan Zhongya and put Zhongyuan Chuya up. He also taught well."

Recalling the orange-haired youth he had seen, the blond Rimbaud smiled.

"Good boy, that's a good boy—"

Contrary to Zhongyuan, who has a sound outlook, Paul Verlaine is a stupid kid who has learned to kill but has not learned to protect.

Arthur Rimbaud had heard Paul Verlaine's comments from others for a long time. In these years, Paul's name had long been taboo.

"Is that so...does he think so too?"

"I thought about it for him. He doesn't have this idea for the time being! You can't expect a guy who doesn't even know how to love to understand such a complicated thing."

The blond-haired Rimbaud poured cold water on it.

Arthur Rimbaud whispered: "If he lives in such pain, he might as well die with me back then..."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes are cold and sad.

"Please tell him."

"I will take him away on the day when I can't survive."

"In this world, only I can decide his ending. If he doesn't want to agree, he must agree."

"Maybe from the moment I met him—"

"My kindness to him has sealed our end."

The personality bestower of "No. 12 Black" and the instructor of Paul Verlaine - Arthur Rimbaud never regrets teaching the other party. What he regrets is that he failed to restrain the other party with the three views of human beings and let the other party reject the society , away from the crowd, became a monster who wanted to turn into a human.

The blond Rimbaud said indifferently: "If he is cruel enough, I promise you, I don't know if he will be willing to let you kill him."

After finishing speaking, the blond-haired Lambert wanted to take a closer look at the hair of the "same name and surname" superhuman.Oh, my hair is as thick as my brother said, as black as seaweed, but the hairline is a little higher than that of Asians.

Arthur Rimbaud keenly noticed what he was looking at, his face froze, and he said before the other party asked about the hairline.

"Another thing, which address do you use when worshiping Qiu Ye?"

"Personal secret~."

"Where are Qiuya's hand bones?"

"Whatever is robbed by me is mine."

"..."

Arthur Rimbaud's brows were furrowed, his partner's bones were here, but the hand bones left before were lost, which was really unpleasant.He said patiently: "Qiu is not an item. I have no intention of quarreling with you. If you return it to me, I will put the bones in the coffin."

Blonde Rimbaud thought to himself: hand bones?The bones were ground to ashes.

The cloning experiment required the original owner's DNA material, and the material was limited, so he must have carried out the experiment with what he had.

After the experiments were successful, Blonde Rimbaud set about destroying those experiments.

Therefore, the blond Rimbaud confessed: "No, I used it to do some resurrection experiments."

Arthur Rimbaud said: "I want to make sure you are not lying."

Arthur Rimbaud and the blonde Rimbaud were actually uncomfortable with each other when they met, and they wanted to turn around and leave each other, but there was "Aso Akiya" stuck between them, and neither of them wanted to admit defeat.Considering that the blonde Rimbaud was suspected of lying, Arthur Rimbaud asked the other party to touch Sigma on the grounds that Sigma had the ability to detect lies.

The blond Rimbaud hesitated and agreed.

Sigma took a breath, and it was her turn to show her worth.

He walked towards the blond Rimbaud, facing the "enemy" who couldn't see the true face, and concentrated his attention, ready to help Mr. Lan Tang find the hand bones, judge the lies, and verify the danger of the blond Rimbaud to Mr. Lan Tang.

There are too many questions in Sigma's mind, but his special ability can at most help him exchange with the other party a question he wants to know the most.

The biggest effect of this ability is the unequal exchange of information. For example, he wants to know how the rich make money. When the rich sees him, they may only think of what you had for lunch today?

The more the other party looked down on him, the less he would think about important issues.

After three seconds.

The question on Sigma's mind is answered.

[Did he deceive Mr. Lan Tang? 】

——The other party is telling the truth.

——But in order to conceal the existence of Mr. Wang Qiu, the blond Rimbaud hoped that the two of them would leave quickly, and he did not want them to see Mr. Wang Qiu.

Rimbaud wanted to know: [What is this guy's superpower? 】

——No different ability names.

——Does not have combat power, when he touches a person, he activates a different ability, and can exchange the information he most wants to know with the other person.

At the same time, the expressions of the two of them changed slightly, and their eyes widened.

The blond Rimbaud took a step back suddenly, and said angrily, "How can there be such a sinister trading ability!"

Sigma happily told Mr. Lantang what he knew.

Arthur Rimbaud's Chinese was still at the introductory stage, and he imitated the Chinese pronunciation and said: "Who is 'Mr. Wang Qiu'?"

Blonde Rimbaud said: "A friend from Huaguo, it has nothing to do with you."

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Sigma—"

Blonde Rimbaud said with a half-smile: "If you send him over again, I will kill him. Don't think that you are invincible in a separate space."

Arthur Rimbaud rolled his eyes.

The blonde Rimbaud gave him an invisible threat.

Since what this person said earlier is true and concealed something for the sake of a person named Huaguo, Arthur Rimbaud believes that he has already obtained the information he wants, so he can't force the other party to completely become an enemy with him .

Arthur Rimbaud acted decisively and withdrew the "Painting Book".

"Hopefully next time we meet, we are still not enemies."

"Humph."

The blond Rimbaud was about to leave, when he suddenly turned his head and said, "You haven't answered my first question yet!"

Arthur Rimbaud was startled, the first question was the name of the power?

Arthur Rimbaud leaves with Sigma.

"Well, it's the name that looks like a poetry book."

behind.

The blond-haired Rimbaud covered his face and let out a low, invisible sigh.

——"Colorful Painting Collection"!

"What's the matter, this kind of supernatural power appears, people who don't know think that 'I' and the poet Verlaine have messed up a joint work."

The sadness in the blonde Rimbaud's eyes flashed away.

In this world, there are three Rimbauds, but there is no real Verlaine.

no such person.

Lan Tang is not this person.

The appearance of black hair and green eyes is probably the last reflection of the two worlds.

As soon as the time limited by the special ability passed, the blond Rimbaud ran back to Yanjing non-stop, intending to send his dear father to the plastic surgery room.

On the other side, Arthur Rimbaud became more and more wrong.

"Mr. Wang Qiu."

The pronunciation of Japanese and Chinese is different.

The pronunciation of Aso Qiuya: [Asōakiya. 】

The pronunciation of Wang Qiu: [Wangqiu. 】

The name was on the tip of Arthur Rimbaud's tongue, and the pronunciation was correct. He vaguely remembered the ancient Chinese poem that Qiuya read to himself in his spare time.

[Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, I say that autumn is better than spring...]

Can't understand.

But Qiu also explained the artistic conception and the meaning of each word to him.

Arthur Rimbaud slowed down.

Sigma asked with concern: "Mr. Lantang, are you thinking about the Chinese people that that person concealed?"

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Help me find a Chinese who can understand Japanese."

Sigma rushed to find someone.

……

An ordinary Japanese lover accepted the tip and was very happy to popularize science for two foreign friends: "Wang Qiu and Aso Qiuya?"

"Isn't the commonality of the two names the word 'Autumn'?"

"Akiya is Qiu in Chinese."

"Wang is a common surname in our country, Wang Qiu is a typical Chinese name, and Aso Qiuya is a typical Japanese name. The specific origin is unclear, so the two names cannot actually be mixed together."

"Do you have anything else you want me to translate?"

After listening to Sigma, he felt that there was no problem, and turned to look at Mr. Lantang, but he found that Mr. Lantang's face was not very good-looking.

"Sigma, go investigate that man named Wang Qiu."

"why??"

"This is my intuition—it's almost the same as Paul's hunch when he did something bad behind my back. He's probably doing something bad again!"

How could a person with a long face not like to cheat himself?

They love it!