What if I become Verlaine?

What happened in the past...

Wei Lun was momentarily at a loss for words when he met Shang Lanbo's slightly bright eyes.

Although he adjusted in the next second and his breathing was normal, Wei Lun still had the illusion of being brushed against his fingers by a cat's tail.

There is a big black cat in front of him. The big cat has a slender and graceful figure, and a pair of gray-green eyes with light golden eyes twinkling.

But this is not a big cat, but a black panther hiding in the night, if you masturbate it badly, you will die.

Wei Lun was having a mess of thoughts in his mind, and while thinking about how to lick the leopard, he said: "Do you want to know about my past, or just want to know about my teacher and me?"

Rimbaud let out a slight laugh, his eyes completed the crescent moon, and he said, "I want them all."

Only children make choices, adults of course have to choose.

Besides, Wei Lun knew everything about him, but he didn't know Wei Lun's past. Now that he had made an oath, Rimbaud finally asked, he had endured enough.

Wei Lun drew his tone: "That can't be done, it's so boring to talk about it all, let's play a game."

He looked at Rimbaud with great interest: "You used to think that my method of teaching Zhongye was wrong, then look at your educational achievements, if you can make Zhongye make great progress in the subject of protecting his own information, I will It can be said all at once.”

Rimbaud pondered after hearing this.

He guessed that Wei Lun would not really make it clear, and he was prepared for a long time, but it seemed interesting to hear that Zhongya Zhongya was used as a bet.

Rimbaud asked Wei Lun: "How to say?"

Wei Lun: "My teacher decided to get in touch with Zhong Ye for a while first. The more things she finds out, the less I will say. How about it?"

Lan Bo raised his eyes to look at Wei Lun, his eyes fluttered, and he said clearly: "Your teacher is also a transformation department."

Wei Lun nodded heavily: "Yes, she has so much experience in cheating that it has almost become her instinct."

Rimbaud stretched out his hand naturally: "Give me one of the lines you monitor in Zhongye."

Wei Lun didn't give it immediately, he just stared at Rimbaud: "Then do you agree to play this game?"

Rimbaud raised his chin slightly, and said confidently: "Why don't you play? It's just that I'm not busy right now, and I need time to practice, so I can teach you a lesson by the way."

Rimbaud looked at Wei Lun meaningfully: "It's not the first time I've taught artificial abilities, is it?"

Wei Lun did not agree with Rimbaud's statement: "Verlaine is not the same as Zhongye, is it? Verlaine is a thug created by an illegal organization. He has received a lot of knowledge and technology related to assassination, fighting, intelligence, etc. before starting the machine. Zhongye? He doesn't remember anything."

Rimbaud's tone was slightly wistful: "I'd rather Verlaine really didn't remember anything, a blank sheet of paper is the best way to teach."

Speaking of this, Rimbaud asked hesitantly: "Wai Lun, do you know many non-human beings?"

Wei Lun nodded: "Yes, what's the matter?"

Rimbaud tilted his face slightly. He seemed to be recalling the past, with a faint look of loneliness on his face: "Would non-human beings close themselves, or even reject everything, because they are not human beings, but artificial non-natural existence?"

After hearing this, Wei Lun understood what Rimbaud meant, and he could have been perfunctory. After all, he had learned most of Verlaine's memories and thoughts, and he could talk nonsense as long as he used Verlaine's name.

But after a moment of silence, Wei Lun looked straight at Rimbaud, and said softly, "You can ask yourself this question."

Rimbaud was startled, and he looked at Wei Lun in surprise.

It's just that seeing this made Rimbaud very surprised, because the expression on Wei Lun's face was the same as that of Verlaine before.

It is a blank space where the whole world refuses to abandon it, does not recognize the whole world and itself, and is isolated from the outside.

Wei Lun said calmly: "If you come to this world by accident, without me, without Zhongye, you can't go back, you can only survive here, and everything in this world is unknown to you, you are weak , can only linger on, will you have the feeling that the whole world is a huge deception and lies?"

When Rimbaud heard this, a guess suddenly danced wildly in his mind.

"You..." Could it be that Wei Lun is not from this world?

Wei Lun ignored Rimbaud's probing eyes, and continued: "In the eyes of Verlaine and Zhong Ye, the whole world is dark without a ray of light. It's not because they reject everything, but because they can't find an anchor to fix themselves. point."

"Everyone will ask their parents, right? How did he come into this world? If Verlaine still clearly knows that he was created, then he really doesn't know anything. His past is blank. "

"I'm surrounded by human beings who are different from me. These human beings created themselves, used their own power, and told themselves to treat human beings as companions. They were even told that even if they were created, they are also human beings, such ridiculous things..."

Wei Lun sneered: "Ranbo, do you think they are fools?"

"Yes, yes, no, no, so what if it's different from humans? So what if it's not human? As long as it exists, as long as it interacts with other lives, as long as it leaves its mark on this world, even after death, those marks will be stubborn. preserved."

"Thousands of years later, history will specially mark a certain year, month, and day, when a certain guy did an earth-shattering event, and make a note, isn't this guy a human?"

"Don't be so arrogant, Rimbaud."

Wei Lun's voice was calm, cold and inorganic: "Human beings are just one form of life."

After hearing this, Rimbaud couldn't help sighing: "Compared to you, Verlaine looks like a child."

His eyes are very gentle, reflecting the outline of Wei Lun: "What about you? Have you found a point to anchor yourself? The reason why you must come back is the half body and soul held by the Nian Beast? "

Wei Lun smiled lightly, still feeling alienated and cold.

"Anchor point? I don't have that kind of thing. All I have left in the past is hatred. Human beings always make a lot of decisions without authorization, and then throw troubles to others like a rogue. In this case, I repay the world with hatred and killing. Isn't it natural?"

Rimbaud smiled, and he said casually: "Then let's kill. If you are not happy to live, then why insist on it?"

Wei Lun was a little happy after hearing this. He raised his hand and threw a monitor to Rimbaud, and said enthusiastically, "You're right, the joy of life is happiness."

Rimbaud matched and docked the monitor with the laptop in his hand, and soon he heard the breathing sound of the boy on the other side. After confirming that the signal was okay, Rimbaud turned off the monitor first.

Hearing the boy's voice, he should be back soon.

Rimbaud was thinking about how to teach Chuya Zhongyuan.

Although he didn't ask what kind of person Wei Lun's teacher was, at least he got some information about Wei Lun, and even clarified Wei Lun's real thoughts.

Rimbaud suddenly felt that Weilun was like black coffee steamed from a siphon pot, roasted by the flames, pushed upward by the steam, and fell back to hell after releasing the mellow bitterness, and wandered in the darkness ever since.

This kind of taste of life is indeed sour and bitter, but after the entrance, there is a transparent and clear feeling, and after careful taste, it feels light and tasteless, leaving only a little bit of bitterness between the lips and teeth, as if the wind has passed without leaving a trace.

If you don't pay attention, it will dissipate with the wind.

Rimbaud absently tidied up the materials on the table, Wei Lun was also a little out of his mind, and was in a bad mood for a while when Rimbaud's question brought back memories of the past.

John, the tool man in the kitchen, didn't even dare to turn on the water pipe to wash the vegetables anymore. He always felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little frozen.

At this moment, Nakahara Chuya pushed the door in, and the boy's clear and hearty voice penetrated the entire room.

"I'm back~"

Rimbaud immediately came back to his senses, he quickly put the information into the folder, Wei Lun also returned to normal, he turned on the TV, and let the sound of the TV news add a bit of life to the home.

Rimbaud greeted Nakahara Chuya: "It's just in time to come back, come here, I have something to say to you."

After the morning exercise in the past, Zhong Yuanzhong also had to learn the basics of reading with Wei Lun. Hearing Rimbaud calling himself, Zhong Yuan Zhong also subconsciously glanced at Wei Lun.

Wei Lun shrugged, saying that he didn't know what Rimbaud wanted to do.

Rimbaud sat the boy across from him, and he said, "You told Waylon earlier that you wanted to work with us, was that serious?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also immediately said seriously: "Yes."

Rimbaud thought of Verenti's words about fixing his own anchor, and he finally made a decision: "Then you spend some time studying with me."

Zhong Yuan's eyes lit up after hearing this: "Is it really possible?"

Rimbaud and Wei Lun also taught him before, but they only involved some common sense and skills in life, as well as evaluations on combat, etc., not systematic teaching.

"Wei Lun should have told you that I am a spy, Wei Lun is proficient in assassination, and we are all good at surviving in the dark."

Rimbaud looked at Chuya Nakahara quietly: "But to be honest, whether it's me or him, the way of survival we choose is actually not a happy thing. We rely on taking other people's lives and information to protect ourselves and gain benefits , you also saw what happened to John, right?"

"The moment you step into this world, Chuya, you must accept all pain, hatred, misunderstanding, forgetting, and meaningless revenge and killing."

"This kind of life can easily make people crazy, even lose themselves, and then become the prey of others and die quietly, so at first I didn't want to get involved."

Rimbaud asked the boy seriously: "From the moment we do it, one day we will die at the hands of others. Have you made up your mind?"

Nakahara also raised his head slightly, and he looked at Rimbaud, the man who made him open his eyes and see the whole world.

"I'm not going to let that happen."

Rimbaud was taken aback, and Wei Lun, who was bored changing TV channels, also looked over.

Nakahara also said: "I want to work with you because I want to know you better, and..."

His cheeks were reddish and embarrassed: "And I want to protect you when you fight or encounter life and death..."

"But only after you understand what you are doing and learn your methods and techniques can you get your approval, won't it be a waste of help?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also muttered in a low voice: "As for stepping into the darkness or something, I am the king of sheep. I have been here since the day I woke up."

The orange-haired boy puffed out his cheeks, like a red squirrel with teeth and claws.

"Don't underestimate me."