What if I become Verlaine?

Baudelaire concedes that Hugo's claim has merit.

Since Verlaine will refresh his personality in the Far East, the first question is, how did the Far East get the control order?It must have been leaked from the French side, and then there is a question, is there anyone in France who has control instructions?Who leaked it?

The French political situation is not as stable and beautiful as Rimbaud remembered. It was after the war, and everyone had to unite to face the covetous eyes of Britain, Germany and Russia. What about now?

Seven years have passed, and the open and secret struggles of various countries have changed from the struggle of the transcendent to a game of politics, economy, and people's livelihood. People with supernatural powers are more of an existence that cannot be easily used to check and balance the average strength of each country. .

With the rise of the United States, the prosperity of China, and the colonial independence of Africa and Latin America, European countries need to unite on the surface to deal with the increasingly complex international society. .

While the overall situation in Europe is stabilizing, the internal situation in various countries has also undergone slight changes.

Transcenders are a bunch of bastards, this sentence should be emphasized.

The so-called strong will inevitably step forward on other people's corpses, everyone is a transcendent, who is more powerful?

In particular, France has more than one transcendent. Even if one or two go to the European Ability Bureau as vases, it is a headache for the remaining few to compete for the top in the country.

There is also a subtle problem.

Even if the transcendent can destroy the world, but the real management and development of the country are ordinary people, such as nobles and congressmen, politicians and scientists, etc., do they want a group of transcendents to be masters above their heads?

And the transcendents are powerful, but do they know how to build a harmonious society after the war, how to adjust the economy and people's livelihood, and promote the domestic GDP to return to the pre-war level?

The Paris Commune is an organization of French supernatural powers, similar to the hounds to the army of the island country, but there are many transcendents in the Paris Commune, and they are fully capable of ignoring government orders.

When Mu Shen created Verlaine, was the organization that Mu Shen belonged to really an illegal organization?Can the huge amount of money, experimental materials, and supplies needed to manufacture artificial supernatural bodies be produced by Mu Shen alone?

It was precisely because of the French government looming behind the Faun that Rimbaud directly destroyed the laboratory with a single fire. Is there still a need for the existence of the lofty transcendent?

And there were factional disputes within the Paris Commune.

Hugo's strength is indeed strong, but Rousseau, who participated in the Seven Betrayers, was once Hugo's teacher, and even Chateaubriand was deeply influenced by Rousseau, so even though Hugo is the strongest, he still suffers from the influence of the commune. objections from other members.

Both Balzac and Flaubert couldn't understand Hugo, and wished to tear him up, but the relationship between Saint-Beuve and Hugo, who belonged to the government department, was very delicate. Saint-Beuve also hated Hugo, but if Hugo It's over, and St. Boufe will be the first to stand up and avenge Hugo.

There is also Planche, who also belongs to the government department. Although he is only a person with supernatural powers, he has a good relationship with Balzac of the commune, and his ability is also very special, which is an indispensable force.

The most interesting thing is that while Balzac and Hugo had a bad relationship, he and Baudelaire were close because they were a well-known duo in debt.

The difference is that Baudelaire has already laid down, and Balzac is still tirelessly borrowing money from his colleagues to start his own business. No matter which line of work he does or which line of work is thunderous, he is still full of superstitious confidence in himself.

Thinking of the current chaotic situation in the commune, thinking about the stalking of the supernatural beings inside the French government, and looking out at Germany and the British transcendents across the sea... Baudelaire felt so depressed that his head would go bald in an instant.

Hugo on the other side of the phone also seemed to have speculated on Baudelaire's entanglement. He said: "Considering that Rimbaud once worked in the Ability Bureau, after his affairs were exposed, it is impossible for the Ability Bureau to keep silent. It is better to talk to the Secretary in advance. Tang Da said hello, let him help find someone to go to the Far East to investigate, our side... let the government department also send someone, and the commune should not send anyone."

Hugo persuaded Baudelaire: "The conclusions from such an investigation will be more convincing to the members of the commune, and it will save them from deliberately obstructing you because of my relationship."

Baudelaire said angrily: "The government probably still hates me, but the shepherd was killed by Attil."

Instead, Hugo said: "If it is really a matter of leaking the instructions within the government, we can't intervene. It is better to let the Ability Bureau come forward to investigate the matter. Don't you have a good relationship with Dumas? He is also in the Ability Bureau , Let them send someone to watch."

"The investigation can be delayed for at least half a month. You and Rimbaud mention it, and let Verlaine come out and wander around to see who falls for this bait. Whoever takes the bait means that there is something wrong with him."

Hugo came up with a bad idea: "If Rimbaud really leaves, Verlaine's partner will have to be re-elected."

After hearing this, Baudelaire had a strange expression. He thought of Verlaine, oh, now he is called Velen, and thought of the dark flower full of blood-red eyes on Vellen...

Choose a partner for Wei Lun?Won't be eaten by him?

"I see, then I'll let Attil go to your place to report first, and then you take the opportunity to lock him in a special isolation room."

Baudelaire decided to talk to Verlaine, and he said to Hugo: "I will contact Stendhal and Saint-Beuve and ask them to send people to the Far East to investigate the situation, and I will leave it to you to re-select Verlaine's partner." gone."

After hanging up the phone, Baudelaire heaved a sigh of relief. He rubbed his temples, feeling a pain in his head.

But now is not the time to rest. Baudelaire first went to Stendhal and then to Dumas, probably explained the matter, and asked the two to appoint a more reliable person to investigate the situation in the Far East.

These two are Transcendents of France who work for the European Ability Bureau. Stendhal is a good guy. Although Dumas hates Hugo, this matter involves the internal interests of the French government. Verlaine, the fat man of the artificial ability body The meat must rot in the French pot, and Alexandre Dumas should not have any problems.

The facts were indeed as Baudelaire expected, the two people on the other end of the phone expressed similar views that Verlaine must stay in France and belong to France, and then Stendhal and Alexandre Dumas made a phone call and decided to let Valéry Go to the Far East.

Hearing this candidate, Baudelaire heaved a sigh of relief. Valery is a young man who was promoted to Transcendence last year. Let him go to the Far East to explore. The subtext is to let this kid go on a trip.

Immediately after, Baudelaire went to look for St. Bove, the Transcendent who belonged to the government department, all night.

You don’t need to make things too clear when talking to Saint-Beuve on the phone. After all, Baudelaire suspects that the government leaked the information on the artificial supernatural body, so he just talked about the return of Rimbaud and Verlaine, hoping that the government Send someone here to check if there is anything wrong with Rimbaud's report.

After hearing about this incident, St. Bove immediately geared up excitedly—it can be regarded as finding the fault of the commune!See if I don't send someone to investigate you to the bottom!

Soon, Baudelaire learned that the investigator sent by the government was Romain Rolland.

The name of Roland's ability is very simple, it's called the truth, and the effect of the ability is quite terrifying. As long as the ability activation requirements are met, no matter how cleverly the event is hidden, he can learn the truth.

Baudelaire, who stayed up all night without sleep, told Rimbaud the progress of the matter in the early morning of the next day, and then he said with a sneer: "Saint Bove and Zola wish to catch you, but I believe you, Arthur .”

Rimbaud: "..."

Ah, things seemed to be beyond his imagination. Fortunately, he had made all the preparations before, and kept Hisoka and Glatter!

—Mr. Roland!I'm sorry, in order to prevent your ability to see the truth of the matter, I must invite you to prison!

Wei Lun, who had listened to the whole conversation between Baudelaire and Hugo in the middle of the night last night, knew it well. He ate a simple sandwich without saying a word, with a subtle smile on his lips.

Rimbaud was only 15 years old when he joined the commune, and was only 19 years old even if he went to work in the Ability Bureau, and then he was folded in Yokohama. In fact, he had no specific concept of the struggle between the transcendent factions within France, within the commune, and within the government. It was too young.

But Wei Lun is completely different. He was born as a conspiracy. He experienced the baptism of the Kajin royal family and grew up in the intriguing Meteor Street. Instinct.

Wei Lun has already noticed that the French Transcendents are divided into three groups, one is the Paris Commune, one is the capable people within the government, and the other is the members of the Ability Bureau.

However, there are conflicts within the commune. The ability users within the government and the members of the commune are inseparable.

France is in such chaos, do Britain and Germany know?

Wei Lun felt that not only did these two countries know, but they must be fishing in troubled waters.

More interestingly, do the French themselves know about this?

Oh, come on, why don't they know?The royal families of Britain, France and Germany are all relatives, so you can know what is going on in your stomach with your toes!

Hugo, Stendhal, and St. Bove are holding each other back on the surface. Aren’t they really cleaning each other’s internal spies from other countries?

--What?Which spy broke again?Oh, it got mixed up in their internal conflicts.

Look, isn't this the justified reason to kill spies?

The more Wei Lun thought about it, the more he felt that this situation was too interesting, but it was a pity that Rimbaud didn't let him go, otherwise he would surely turn the whole of Europe into a mess.

"Atil, you will report to Hugo later, he will be in charge of reviewing you."

Baudelaire looked at Rimbaud kindly: "I am your teacher, and my report will definitely not be trusted by the members of the commune, but if it is Hugo's review report, the probability of passing it will be very high."

Rimbaud understood what Baudelaire meant, and his teacher wanted to avoid suspicion.

"Am I going alone?"

"Yes, this is Hugo's address. I already talked to him last night. Don't be nervous. I just want to talk to Wei Lun about something."

Baudelaire said calmly: "Your review must be separate, you should understand?"

This is also the practice of auditing. To prevent collusion between the two parties, it is natural to ask separately.

Rimbaud expressed his understanding. He gave Weilun a non-provoking look. After breakfast, he kissed Weilun on the cheek, and left the villa according to the address given by Baudelaire.

After Rimbaud left, the air in the living room of the villa froze suddenly.

Baudelaire looked at Waylon.

The blond young man looked at him with a smile, and Baudelaire had the illusion that he was the one being penetrated.

...The flower of darkness with blood-red eyes bloomed again, and the tentacles on the edge of the flower were constantly twisting and twisting, as if they couldn't wait, but they had some scruples, and they didn't really stretch out.

At the core of the flower of darkness, that pitch-black hole is still exhaling clouds and mists, but those black auras automatically disappear into the air, and no one knows where they went.

As if aware of Baudelaire's gaze, a blood-red eye opened in the depths of the pitch-black void.

Wei Lun was in a great mood, and he asked Baudelaire, who seemed to be looking at something: "Are my flowers beautiful?"

Baudelaire was silent for a moment before saying, "No, it's extremely disgusting."

Wei Lun smiled slightly: "Is it black?"

Baudelaire was noncommittal: "Tell me about your business."

He asked Wei Lun: "What does it feel like to refresh the command?"

Wei Lun said casually, "I don't remember."

Baudelaire said in a deep voice, "Athier wants to leave the commune. What are your plans?"

Wei Lun: "Of course we leave with him."

Baudelaire asked abruptly, "Where did your hat that can block control commands go?"

Wei Lun: "I lost it."

Baudelaire: "Then you should also know that without a shield, you will be controlled by others, right?"

Wei Lun snorted, and he looked at Baudelaire: "Is there someone in France who has an order? Attil said that he destroyed the laboratory of an illegal organization. It seems that there is someone behind that laboratory. Your commune I haven't settled this matter yet, is it the French government who supports it? Or foreign forces?"

A strange look flashed in Baudelaire's eyes.

Back then Verlaine was very simple. He was really just a useful knife. Verlaine had no thoughts of his own and took an indifferent attitude towards everything. After all, he was not a human being, and it had nothing to do with him if human beings became better or worse.

But Wei Lun in front of him was different, he actually saw through things that Rimbaud didn't even notice at a glance!

Wei Lun implicitly hinted at Baudelaire: "Athier hopes to take me out of France, but I think that is too boring. If you can find me some fun, I don't mind staying and having fun."

After hearing this, Baudelaire became more apprehensive. A powerful transcendent is not to be feared. What is frightening is that a transcendent is not only powerful but also good at playing politics and conspiracy.

He tentatively said, "Aren't you afraid of being controlled?"

Wei Lun said meaningfully: "I dare to come back, naturally I have thought of preventive measures. Anyway, I am not the one who is unlucky."

Baudelaire couldn't help asking: "What do you mean?"

Wei Lun's eyes brightened: "Once I'm under control, I'll immediately lose control. By that time, you will blow up one or two towns in France and kill millions of people. It has nothing to do with me!"

Baudelaire gasped: "Does Attil know about this?"

Wei Lun said with a smile: "Of course I won't tell him, otherwise how dare he bring me back?"

Baudelaire realized something suddenly: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"That's right, I haven't forgotten that I've worked for you for four years, and you haven't signed a labor contract with me at all. In your opinion, I'm just a useful supernatural item, right?"

Wei Lun said casually: "I came back just to have fun. I want to see who will control me. I also want to know how France, which suddenly lost millions of people, will deal with the hesitation and questioning at home and abroad."

"Any supernatural item has the possibility of getting out of control. I thought you had already prepared for the worst before using me. Now it seems that human beings' luck is really the same forever."

Wei Lun looked at Baudelaire's face with great interest: "Or, do you want to kill me directly? Your ability is indeed very powerful, and you can take a person's life without making a fuss."

Wei Lun opened his hands and looked at Baudelaire expectantly: "Would you like to pick it up and try it? I also want to know what it feels like to be captured life? Thanks to Attil, I haven't felt it for a long time. A chance between life and death."

Baudelaire, however, could no longer hear the voice behind him. His vision was covered by blood-red eyes, densely covered with black flowers. These eyes stared straight at him, as if they were invite him.

The flowers are getting bigger and bigger, and the tentacles are full of eyes. The countless eyes seem to be able to take away his soul...

Baudelaire closed his eyes abruptly, panting heavily, trying to calm down the intense emotions, suppressing the feeling of nausea and vomiting constantly rising in his throat.

At this moment, Baudelaire's mind was blank, as if washed by too much obscure, dark, and inhuman emotions, which stimulated the self-protection of body functions, and Baudelaire completely lost the one or two seconds of "seeing" memory.

It took a long time for Baudelaire to regain his senses, and only then did he notice that Wei Lun was playing with his mobile phone in a bored manner.

What just happened?

Noticing that Baudelaire was awake, Wei Lun said angrily: "If you don't do it, don't read it. Every time you read it, you will look like you have been raped, as if I did something to you." , don't tarnish my innocence."

Rimbaud would definitely be angry if he found out. He still values ​​his teacher Baudelaire very much.

Baudelaire took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat stains on his forehead. He took a deep breath and looked at Wei Lun: "I understand, as long as you lose control at any time, even if someone gets your order, you will not be allowed to stay behind." In China, this is your trump card, right?"

In this way, no matter what the government thinks, it will definitely find a way to expel Wei Lun from the country.

Wei Lun didn't want the game to end like this, he said enthusiastically: "In fact, there are ways to avoid this situation."

He pointed to his ears: "The command uses sound as a medium to control me, just turn off my hearing."

Baudelaire: "..."

Yes, great idea!

Baudelaire: "Without hearing, can you still communicate with people?"

Wei Lun: "Don't underestimate me, isn't lip language an essential ability for spies? Attil taught me."

Wei Lun tried to persuade Baudelaire: "I shut off my hearing. Anyone who comes to me and reads instructions will have a problem. How about it? Want to play a game of finding and seeing?"

"It is inevitable that Attil will leave, so why not use this incident to gain some benefits and political capital for yourself?"

"Even if Arthur and I leave the commune and France in the future, if you are really going to die, will Arthur watch you die? He will definitely come back to save you. We are not in the commune, but you can To obtain the maximum benefit, even because of our relationship with you, we can support you outside."

Wei Lun's mouth seemed to be smeared with honey, and he said in a bewitching tone: "You seem to have many friends in the commune, but do they really trust and accept you?"

"You can see the evil in a person's heart. Are they really not afraid of being seen through? Maybe during the war years, they needed your ability, but now that the peaceful years have come, they will definitely exclude or even fear you?"

"During the war years, those former colleagues may be your most solid backing and most trusted friends, but even so, there are still betrayers. Will you pin everything on your colleagues again? Hugo? Barr Zac? Flaubert? Aren't they the next betrayers?"

"Don't you have your own political opinions? Don't you want to stand on the international stage and let the will of the country follow your own will?"

"You have such talent and talent, what you lack is opportunity, and now the opportunity appears before your eyes, as long as you find out the thread through me, your insight can discover the follow-up chain, whether it is to overthrow the darkness or make it your own Political capital is a lucrative business."

Wei Lun looked at Baudelaire, whose expression was constantly changing, with a smile, like a devil tempting a pure lamb: "Do you want to do it? Or give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

Baudelaire, you who constantly perceive the evils of others, have you ever thought that the flower of evil is blooming in your heart, because only evil can smell the breath of the same kind and perceive evil earlier than light.

At the same time, Hugo and Rimbaud had a good chat. Hugo confirmed that Rimbaud had no idea of ​​betrayal, but now that his ideas have changed, it is not suitable to stay in the commune. Rimbaud wants to travel around and experience life beautiful.

In short, just don't want to work.

Well, this is also the nature of the French, and Hugo is willing to tolerate the waywardness of the juniors.

Hugo said: "I basically understand, if you want to leave your job, you can leave, but you need to go to prison for a period of time, no problem?"

Rimbaud nodded, but he immediately sensed something was wrong: "Wait, I want to go back and say hello to the teacher."

Hugo: "No, I communicated with Charles yesterday, and I will have someone take you directly to the special isolation room. Don't worry, no one will embarrass you, you just can't go out."

Rimbaud's heart skipped a beat, but Wei Lun was still with the teacher!

He couldn't help asking: "Will Wei Lun also be quarantined and inspected?"

"Verlaine? Oh, it's Verlaine, right?" Hugo didn't say anything about choosing a partner, he just smiled and said, "We'll wait for Charles to finish his inquiry and make a judgment based on his opinion. Maybe you will be in isolation soon." room reunited."

Rimbaud hesitated to speak, he suppressed the uneasiness in his heart: "I understand."

After Rimbaud left, Hugo's phone rang.

Hugo took a look and clicked his tongue, it was Flaubert.

"Oh, my dear Victor, I heard that the boy Rimbaud escaped death, and he doesn't want to do it anymore. He plans to strike and resign?"

Flaubert said with a smile: "Then who is Verlaine's second partner?"

Hugo said gently: "What do you think?"

Flaubert: "Look, how is my Guy?"