Started with a green hat for Verlaine

"Father Wang Qiu~, Paul Verlaine wants to see you."

"Are you here to kill?"

"Do not."

"Are you here to pry the corner of the wall?"

"No, no, he changed his mind and stayed away from love under my persuasion."

"Then what is he here for?"

"I want to talk to you about something, about the sinister German."

"Germans..."

Wang Qiu thought deeply, the leader Zai didn't tell him the whole truth, but just let him use the only clues to think and choose. Wang Qiu's "optimal solution" is different from Mori Ogai's, which requires a reasonable and reasonable solution. Consummation.

On the day of his death, people from Germany came at the fastest speed, and this responsiveness revealed an extraordinary aura.

For the subsequent development, Wang Qiuzai learned about it through the people around him.

The person who came was the second in command of the German political circle and the boss of the supernatural power circle - Goethe, whose full name was Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

At the end of the nineteenth century, famous German writers and natural scientists, converted to the literary world, Goethe was a German transcendent, and he was as famous as Hugo, Shakespeare and others in the world war.

Goethe came to Yokohama, secretly took away the dying Paul Verlaine, and controlled him for several years afterwards.

Goethe was staring at Paul Verlaine.

There is no direct enemy relationship between Goethe and himself.

Goethe represented Germany, and there was a hostile relationship between Germany and France, involving the birth of Paul Verlaine and Chuya Nakahara.

"Okay, I'll meet him, the place is up to me."

Wang Qiu decided to find out the truth.

Yanjing is not a suitable place for conversation. Wang Qiu and Lan Tang traveled to nearby cities and tasted Goubuli buns and pancakes.Lantang is more accepting of pastries, but he doesn't like pancakes.

"Lantang, do you know what is the most special thing about you?" Wang Qiu looked at Lantang who didn't like pancakes or instant food.

"What?" Lan Tang ate the buns, chewing slowly.

"You don't even like pizza!" Wang Qiu's tone was weird.

"Pizza? So-so, I don't like it very much." Lan Tang didn't know what he said, and was expelled from the blonde Rimbaud's team.

Near the train station, the blond Rimbaud dragged his younger brother into a fast food restaurant.

Blonde Rimbaud devours it.

Paul Verlaine's emotions were revealed, he didn't take off his gloves, and he disliked the unclean food on the side of the road, while the blonde Rimbaud said: "You promised, you will listen to me all the time when you come to China to see Wang Qiu."

Paul Verlaine said indifferently: "Last night you drank beer and went crazy. You kicked me in the face while sleeping on the bed. I didn't even ask you to settle the score."

Blonde Rimbaud is not at all ashamed: "My sleeping position is wild."

Paul Verlaine said: "I like silence."

Blonde Rimbaud stuffed local fried cakes into his younger brother's mouth, "There is no possibility of being quiet when you are active with me!"

Paul Verlaine: "..."

Half an hour later, Wang Qiu opened a suite in the hotel and put down his luggage. The blonde Rimbaud settled the awkward Paul Verlaine. The four people who were inconvenient to meet together were staggered, leaving two people to talk.

In the bar on the top floor of the hotel, Lan Tang was sitting there waiting for Wang Qiu to come back. The blonde Rimbaud came in with a pizza in one hand.

When Lan Tang saw the pizza, he thought of what Wang Qiu said before.

Does pizza have a special meaning?

Lan Tang felt uncomfortable with the blonde Rimbaud, "Why are you?"

Taking advantage of Wang Qiu's absence, the blond Rimbaud teased, "I'm here to eat pizza with you, and prevent you from going out. My brother really doesn't want to see you."

"Is he here?!"

Lan Tang's pupils shrank, and he wanted to find Wang Qiu.

Wang Qiu told him that he wanted to meet someone today, so he left him alone, who knew that the person he wanted to meet was Paul Verlaine!

When Paul Verlaine saw Wang Qiu, it was simply a nightmare in Lan Tang's imagination!

Blonde Rimbaud stopped him with half his body.

"What are you afraid of, show some courage." The blond Rimbaud reached out and grabbed a strand of black hair of Lan Tang, and pulled it. Lan Tang's scalp hurt, and he said threateningly: "If you don't get out of the way, I will take you from the upstairs." Drop it."

Blonde Rimbaud said: "Okay, if something happens to Wang Qiu's father, can I bury him with him? If nothing happens, you can stay here honestly."

Lan Tang was annoyed: "How can I afford to gamble?"

Blonde Rimbaud tilted his head: "Did you underestimate Wang Qiu's father?"

Lan Tang: [I never thought highly of his fighting power. 】

Lan Tang: [His physical skills have regressed! 】

Six years ago, the result of Aso Akiya PK Paul Verlaine verified a classic saying: try and die.

Such words cannot be said, Lan Tang looked at the other party with cold eyes.

Blonde Rimbaud opened the pizza box, ordered another low-alcohol cocktail, and said, "Don't worry, I won't get sidetracked. If my brother attacks Wang Qiu, I'll beat him up for you." He threw one to Lan Tang. Wireless Bluetooth headset, "I have the tools for monitoring."

Lan Tang quickly put on the earphones and listened attentively, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he trembled instinctively when he heard Paul Verlaine's greeting in French.

"Salut. (Hello.)"

Here comes Paul!

Lan Tang's psychological shadow suddenly doubled.

The blond-haired Rimbaud didn't care. He ate the pizza and just kept an eye on the person himself. Don't let Lan Tang provoke Paul Verlaine, so as to save the two of them from fighting on the spot.

The top of the top floor of the hotel.

Rooftop, Rooftop again, Wang Qiu chose this place to meet for himself.

Wang Qiu always likes to face her inner fears.

Those trembling, sadness, and resentment have all turned into nourishment for growth, and have also become embellishments in an extraordinary life.

A strand of blond hair dangled from the corner of his eye.

It is more dazzling than the sun, and much lighter than the color of gold.

The long-lost... rival in love.

Wang Qiu turned around quickly and saw Paul Verlaine who was not wearing a high-end white suit, but only a shirt and trousers.

The elegant Frenchman was taller than Wang Qiu, and he didn't wear a round felt hat. His black hat was now on Zhongye's head, and it was used by Zhongya as the best defensive equipment to isolate orders.

Wang Qiu's eyes died for a second.

Height, there is no way to do this, and I and the blonde Rimbaud also tried their best.

Even if the genes are optimized, Wang Qiu's height cannot catch up with Lan Tang and Paul Verlaine. At the age of 29, he is fixed at 183cm.

Paul Verlaine’s white suits were ruined during the trip with Blonde Rimbaud, especially Blonde Rimbaud likes to eat pizza and fast food, greasy, often accidentally left marks on his white suits.

After staying with his brother who came and went in the wind and rain for a long time, Paul Verlaine also received negative interference. As time went by, the delicacy of life seriously declined.

Anyway, it's better than living in a German base.

So Paul Verlaine resigned himself to his fate.

Wang Qiu maintained a delicate state of mind, re-examining Paul Verlaine who killed him once in the way of a stranger.

I heard that Verlaine also ended badly.

I heard that Verlaine was locked up by Germany.

I heard that Verlaine's heart was pierced once by Lan Tang.

It is said that……

All three of us were unlucky.

The difference from a real stranger is that he is unwilling to speak up. Wang Qiu's self-esteem is tough and sensitive in front of Paul Verlaine.

Seeing him, Paul Verlaine glanced over his eyebrows and eyes.

Seeing is believing, which is in line with outside speculation.

Paul Verlaine looked more pleasing to Wang Qiu than Ma Shengqiu, and Wang Qiu's attitude was better than Ma Shengqiu's sharp mouth when he saw him.

No one likes a person who stabs someone's weakness when they meet.

Paul Verlaine begins: "Hello."

After a while, Wang Qiu seemed to get bored, and gave up the routine communication: "Well, the greetings are unnecessary, let's just say it."

The body that Paul Verlaine thought was slightly better was actually Aso Qiuya's revived self. Time would make people learn to calm down and forget. Wang Qiu really didn't want to deal with this murderer anymore.

Wang Qiu touched his neck subconsciously, and under his fingertips, there seemed to be a hideous wound that had been opened up and stitched up.

Surprised, Paul Verlaine glanced at the skin on the side of his neck.

"Do you have phantom pain?"

"..."

"There is no such connection between me and my brother."

"..."

"It seems that when Mu Shen cloned Aso Qiuya, he added more connections between you. After all, Ma Sheng Qiu also has no supernatural powers and lacks the means of self-protection. The lunatic of Mu Shen should have thought of replacing Aso Qiuya. You, the idea of ​​taking over those contacts..."

"..."

To which distant era did this topic go?

Remembering what Paul Verlaine said, Wang Qiu can increase the degree of pretense of knowing the "Fun God", even if the other party's ideas are outrageously wrong.

Wang Qiuruo said nonchalantly, "Let's get back to the topic."

Paul Verlaine walked to the edge of the roof, not afraid of danger, and stepped on the stone platform on the ground with his feet. The self-confidence that he can fall from the sky and not care about it is something people with different abilities can only envy and look up to forever.

"Goethe has the command to control me. I don't have a black hat to isolate me. Next time I meet him, I still don't have the confidence to resist him."

"Wang Qiu, do you know where the order came from?"

"He is the one who funded the 'Mun Shen' and the one who leaked my birth information to the Japanese government. The birth of me and Chuya were all under his nose. If he can control me, he will have the opportunity to control Chuya."

"I came to you because you are qualified to know about Aso Qiuya."

"Before I went to see Aso Qiuya, I was secretly modified by Goethe with instructions. After that, the humanoid abilities around Aso Qiuya were deliberately left by Goethe to France during the war."

"Goethe speculates that there will be people in France who control corpses with supernatural powers."

"That person is Arthur Rimbaud."

"Goethe wanted to calculate the French Transcendent and steal information, but he didn't expect that Arthur Rimbaud would give Aso Akiya the ability of a humanoid. The information of an ordinary person was not within his consideration. The only accident was . . . this ordinary man is Arthur Rimbaud's boyfriend."

"Goethe promoted my love for Arthur Rimbaud and my hatred for Aso Qiuya. I once thought I had the love and hatred of human beings."

"Then, I killed him."

"You will know what happened next. I was revenged by Arthur Rimbaud, and I lost most of my strength and lost my shelter."

"He caught me and specialized in my clone physique."

"I went through a period of humiliation."

Paul Verlaine said these words with a normal heart, without any resentment, as if telling a story about someone else.His personality is like this, he is often very calm and cannot be viewed by normal people.

Wang Qiu's face darkened.

Goethe's name was immediately added to the blacklist.

Well, you are a German. The intelligence business has expanded to Japan. If you don’t work hard on infrastructure for Germany, you think about calculating others every day!

"Do you want to cooperate with me?"

"Yes and no."

Paul Verlaine was calm, Wang Qiu was very mysterious and knew a lot of people, but what revenge needs most is fighting power.

"I've been plotted against, so naturally I can't let it go. Create a few more potential enemies for Goethe, so that the people at Aso Qiuya can also know. This is the purpose of my coming to see you today."

"By the way—"

"Rang Zhong also be careful of the Germans, don't take off your hat."

After Paul Verlaine finished speaking, he was about to leave from the edge of the rooftop. He didn't want to go back to look for the blond Rimbaud. He was tired of eating that pizza.

Wang Qiu asked before Paul Verlaine took a step forward.

The French of the Chinese is slightly cold.

"Don't you care about Lan Tang at all?"

"Lantang..."

Against the background of the bustling city, Paul Verlaine looked like a god far away from the hustle and bustle, "My partner walked a path that shouldn't be taken, probably because he really loves Ma Shengqiu in his soul, otherwise he wouldn't be willing to do this."

"Human-shaped alien ability is a kind of non-human life that uses logic to think."

"Our feelings are all the result of a logical chain."

Paul Verlaine's blue eyes showed sadness, and sadness was a calculated hypocrisy that made him even sadder.

"Wang Qiu, treat Lan Tang better."

"Make him feel like a human being, like a loved human being."

"When you are about to die, come to me again."

"Friends and relatives once said—"

"He wants to take me out of this world, then I'll wait for him, wait for him to take my life with humanoid supernatural powers—if he can—if I can never perceive human emotions—"

"That would be nice, too."

There was a sound of falling wind, and Paul Verlaine left the rooftop.

Wang Qiu was speechless.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had no feelings for Paul Verlaine, and hated what he did. Lan Tang was also guarding against Paul Verlaine's arrival, and only the other party unilaterally exuded kindness.

This is the kindness towards supernatural life forms...

The heartless and heartless Paul Verlaine had pity for his fellow man.

"Don't you know?"

"The saddest person is yourself."

……

In the bar, Lan Tang took off his Bluetooth headset.

He snatched the unfinished wine from the blond Rimbaud, drank it down in one gulp, and said gloomily, "Paul is gone, you should hurry to see him."

The blond Rimbaud said, "Are you sad?"

A golden subspace cube appeared at Lan Tang's fingertips.

Blonde Rimbaud shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, I won't fight with you, I'm going to find my brother who jumped off the building and escaped." He didn't take a few steps, and turned back to Lan Tang, "Do you have something you want me to convey to him? "

Lan Tang said: "My love is true."

There was a strange flash in the eyes of the blond Rimbaud. This is lying to his brother. Can a real humanoid have the ability to feel love?

It can be regarded as giving Paul Verlaine a slim hope.

"Goodbye, Lan Tang's mother~."

"Oh!"

The wine glass was crushed, and no one was at the door of the bar, and ran away.

Lan Tang was furious.