What if I become Verlaine?

Osamu Dazai was full of anger and killing intent, but was blocked by Nakahara Chuya's words.

Even because Chuya Nakahara's words and ideas were too terrifying, Osamu Dazai subconsciously postponed his anger, and replaced it with curiosity and inconceivability.

Osamu Dazai put down the document in his hand, sat up straight, and stared at Chuya Nakahara.

"...Why do you say that I am the leader of the previous generation?"

Nakahara Nakaya walked to the desk, he reached out to grab Osamu Dazai's shoulder, and pulled him up from his seat: "Even if you are the ancestor, this seat is mine now, get up!"

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly. He did not persist this time, but followed Chuya Nakahara's strength and stood up. He said, "I need an explanation."

Nakahara Chuya said gruffly: "What explanation? Is it about Oda Sakunosuke? Well, I did guess that you attached great importance to him, and I didn't take it seriously before, but this time it was you who asked for trouble first. "

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly: "I'm looking for trouble?"

"Don't you want to go to the laboratory of the secret service department? I asked the chief to cooperate with you. You can do what you want, but I also need an insurance."

Nakahara Chuya sneered: "Oda Sakunosuke's ability is very suitable for sneaking in. His combat effectiveness is very good. If he cooperates with me, the success rate is higher. I am also worried that your random actions will cause my operation to fail."

Osamu Dazai looked at Chuya Nakahara in surprise, and said strangely, "I didn't want to go to the laboratory of the Secret Service."

Did Zhongyuan Zhong also know that he was going to get the [book]?

"A person like you, whenever you put forward any opinions and ideas, the reason is definitely not the one on the surface."

Zhongyuan Zhong also snorted coldly: "You must have your own goals, especially after you and Mori Ogai have been torn up for half a year, you must have some ideas."

"I went to the laboratory to pick up my younger brother. What would be the purpose of the three places you can attack? I don't know, but I'm not a fool."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his chin slightly, his blue eyes were full of warnings: "If the headquarters of the Secret Service is attacked, the organization will be troubled by the Secret Service in the future. You just confuse me by saying it, and you have also vetoed it yourself." .”

"I have already decided to attack the military's artificial supernatural laboratory. If I attack the military's supernatural surgery hospital again, it will not have the effect of fishing in troubled waters."

"So although you provided three addresses, after analysis, I will most likely choose the laboratory of the Secret Service."

"Is this where you wanted to go?"

"Because you paid attention to Oda Sakunosuke, Mori Ogai submitted a report that he might be a spy. I will definitely have to identify and review it. I took him to the military laboratory for a while, which is also his. I voted for the certificate, and if Mori Ogai mentions this matter in the future, I can block it back."

"I don't want to find out what your purpose is when you ran to the secret service laboratory. Oda Sakunosuke's ability can indeed help me get my brother back. It is a great contribution. Whether it is to Mori Ogai or to you, there is an explanation. .”

Zhong Yuanzhong also said calmly: "Tell me, what's wrong with my approach?"

Osamu Dazai was silent, he looked deeply at Chuya Nakahara.

Nakahara was also unmoved, allowing Osamu Dazai to look at himself.

After a long time, Osamu Dazai smiled, and the gloomy aura on his body dissipated a little, and he said briskly: "It's really impressive, I didn't expect you to be able to do this."

Osamu Dazai was really emotional, Chuya Nakahara's thinking and logical ability were much stronger than the slugs he knew.

Hey, actually thinking about it this way, after jumping off the building and throwing the port mfia to Chuya Zhongyuan, it seems that I can feel at ease.

Osamu Dazai asked again: "Then why do you say that I am the leader of the previous generation?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned. He explained the reasons for his speculation one by one, and finally concluded: "I read the medical records. When Dr. Mori was the personal doctor of the former leader, he did not use the medicines properly. The former leader hated Dr. Sen, and Maybe you took care of Oda Sakunosuke because of past reasons, and you said that you are the leader, so I speculate that you may be the ancestor..."

After a pause, Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai suspiciously: "But judging by your tone now, it seems that I guessed wrong?"

It was rare for Osamu Dazai to show the expression of dead fish eyes, so of course his guess was wrong!

He pondered for a while, then looked up at the orange-haired boy in front of him: "Chuya, if I were really the ancestor, what would you do?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked strangely: "How to do what? You continue to work."

Osamu Dazai said with a strange expression: "Don't you care if I'm a different person at all?"

"But the person I know is you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt strange: "I know a garbage mackerel who became a student of Weilun, went to my house to eat and drink, and found trouble for me every day. I don't care who you were before? If you communicate with me in the name of Osamu Dazai , then I will call you Osamu Dazai, and if you change your name, then I will call you by your new name."

"Whether you change your name or your body, what I know is your soul and heart. In my opinion, you have always been like this. Why should you care?"

Unexpectedly, after listening to Nakahara Chuya's words, Dazai Osamu showed a very indescribable expression, similar to nausea and vomiting, but also tinged with fear.

Ahhhhh why is there such a category of slugs?terrible!So irresistible!It's so disgusting and uncomfortable!

Nakahara didn't notice the change in Osamu Dazai's expression, he continued to say: "If you feel troubled by the past and need my help, then tell me, if you don't tell me, then I will assume that you can handle it well."

"So I don't care about your love triangle with Ogai Mori and Sakunosuke Oda..."

"Wait?!" Osamu Dazai suddenly caught an amazing word, and his expression was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "What love triangle?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also got stuck, too bad, he actually said it smoothly.

Seeing Dazai Osamu's gentle and frightening smile, Nakahara was also a little guilty. He coughed and said in a low voice, "You have a close relationship with Mori Ogai, and you went to provoke Oda Sakunosuke. The relationship between the three of you is too bad." ..."

Osamu Dazai gritted his teeth: "Slug, are you blind? I wish I could kill Mori Ogai with one shot. Which eye of yours sees that I have a close relationship with him?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also expressed his views on love that have influenced his life: "But you guys are so aggressive during the day that you don't want to delay taking off your pants and going to bed at night?"

Osamu Dazai's eyes darkened: "..."

What the hell is this?Who was Zhongyuan Zhongye taught to have such three views?

Zhong Yuanzhong also continued to babble: "Before I was concerned that it was not good for you to fall in love as a minor, but now it seems that if you are the first generation, it seems that you are the one who eats young grass, so I don't bother to intervene in your triangle. The thing about love..."

"Central Plains Chuya!!!"

Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his voice, and he grabbed Nakahara Chuya by the collar with a terrifying expression.

"I don't like anyone! I'm not in a relationship!!"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback by the yelling, and he retorted subconsciously: "Then... secret love?"

Osamu Dazai uttered such a roar for the first time in his life: "I don't have a crush either!!!!"

However, in the next second, Nakahara became happy: "Since you are not in a relationship, then work hard. Mr. Mori is my brother's attending physician. He will be in charge of the laboratory. Oda will be the security director of the laboratory. You are in charge." Provide various basic materials and supplies to the laboratory."

"Ah, it's great that there is no love but only a relationship that is a struggle. You check and balance each other. You should be able to help my brother get out of the petri dish. Come on Dazai. If you complete this work, I will give you a reward!"

Zhongyuanzhong is not afraid of his subordinates tearing him apart, members of the Xiuwu family also fight among themselves, he is afraid that family members will fall in love suddenly, that would be terrible.

Osamu Dazai laughed angrily. He suffered from ups and downs today. His brain was too active at the moment, and he was a little nervous. He asked softly, "Reward? Did you forget to owe me a reward?"

"Oh, maid outfit, wait until my brother's affairs are stable."

Nakahara Nakaya briskly walked to the next bookshelf, and he took out the collection of prose stories written by Oda Sakuyuki's couple Zenzai, and said in a very casual tone: "By the way, do you know? I asked Oda to ask the spy face to face I asked him why he stopped killing people, and he said he wanted to write it, but he didn’t write it for four years, so I said he used this reason to lie to me.”

"Anyone who dares to deceive the leader is going to die. I said you can either write to me now to prove that you have this talent and determination, or die, and then Oda Sakunosuke really wrote a book."

Zhongyuan Zhong also shook the manuscript in his hand, and pointed out the cover to Osamu Dazai: "Written by the mafia, haha, it's interesting."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

The child was violently hit again, and his figure was crumbling.

Zhong Yuanzhong also said: "I read a part, and the writing is quite interesting. The language is simple, like a face-to-face chat. I will ask him to revise the sensitive part later. I plan to send him to the publishing house for publication. You If my younger brother is allowed to come out, this manuscript will be given to... um, Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai in front of him stared at him like a ghost, his bloody eyes seemed to swallow Zhongyuan Zhongya.

Osamu Dazai's fingers were trembling, he had waited two lifetimes for the chance to write it by Sakunosuke Oda, and the slug in front of him had already read it?

Osamu Dazai was really angry this time, he hadn't been this angry for a long, long time.

This kind of anger is not the heartache of Ni Lin being stabbed, but the most obscure and soft part hidden in the dark has been lifted, and what shines in is not the sun, but the tsunami and tornado Violence!

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai cautiously, mainly because Osamu Dazai felt a little strange in front of him, as if his soul flew out of his body and would be weathered into sand in the next second.

"Dazai? Are you okay?"

woo-

Osamu Dazai couldn't bear it anymore, he tried his best to suppress the soreness in his breath and the strong and complicated emotions that kept coming up, he grabbed the manuscript in Chuya Nakahara's hand, and shouted angrily: "Chuya Nakahara! You You will regret it! You bullied me like this! You will definitely regret it!!"

In the next second, Osamu Dazai strode around, slammed the door and left.

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

What kind of mental illness did Osamu Dazai have?

Osamu Dazai rushed out of the leader's office like a whirlwind and returned to his room. He closed the door with his feet, and then he leaned against the door and fell decadently on the ground.

He caressed the manuscript in his hand, opened the cover, and inside was the scribbled and familiar handwriting of Oda Sakunosuke.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be frozen, he looked at the writing on the page, but he didn't see anything, until some tears fell on it, Osamu Dazai suddenly woke up.

He hastily and carefully wiped the pages of the book, wiped his face indiscriminately, trying to calm down, but the corners of his mouth couldn't stop turning up, his soft heart that had been torn by the storm soothed the tentacles, as if he felt a little bit of sunshine after the storm, and became Get bright and light.

Osamu Dazai carefully kept the manuscript in the safest place, but when he looked at the [book] that was originally stored in it and taken out from the secret service laboratory, Osamu Dazai's expression changed again.

He grinned grimly.

Osamu Dazai knew what kind of person Lan Tang, who is now Rimbaud, was, and Chuya Nakahara's brain hole became so strange and terrifying, thinking with his toes was all done by Wei Lun!

"I'll let you say that Mr. Mori and I are in a love triangle! I'll let you say that I have a crush on Odasaku!"

With a strong sense of malice and revenge, Osamu Dazai picked up a pen and wrote the story on the printing paper next to him.

"I said it, Nakahara Chuya, I will definitely make you regret it!!"

[Book] can fulfill wishes, but the stories written must be logical. Osamu Dazai has held [Book] for many years, and he has already figured out the rules of [Book]. Achievable stories.

However, Osamu Dazai has an ability that is invalidated, and he cannot use [Book].

But it doesn't matter, he can write the story first, then find someone to copy it into the [book], and then shoot the person who wrote the story.

——Anyway, there are still many traitors and garbage in the black prison, and Osamu Dazai has no shortage of ghostwriters.

"...The spy code-named Rimbaud is allowed to leave the commune, but Rimbaud's partner, the artificial ability body now named Willy Lunt, belongs to the property of the commune and is not allowed to leave the country."

Osamu Dazai looked at the written story, he picked up the [book] and went to the dungeon.

He sneered and thought, let Zhong Yuan Zhong also cry!

Meanwhile, Paris, Charles de Gaulle airport.

Rimbaud and Wei Lun got off the plane with the flow of people, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery, their moods were a little delicate and complicated.

Rimbaud looked around in a daze, and heard the familiar language of his compatriots, and the wind brought the slightly damp breath of the Seine River, which made people relax involuntarily.

He put his hand on his chest and murmured softly: "I really still love this place."

Wei Lun withdrew his gaze from looking around, and said flatly, "That's for sure."

Rimbaud returned to his senses, he suddenly asked Wei Lun curiously: "What about you? Do you love your hometown?"

"Are you kidding?" Wei Lun wished he would never return to Kajin in his life.

"It's not Kajin, I mean Meteor Street." Rimbaud looked at Wei Lun with a smile: "You grew up on Meteor Street, right?"

After Wei Lun heard this, his expression was a little subtle. He struggled for a long time, and said unwillingly: "...Yes, that shabby place is really anti-human. If it is possible, I don't want to go back in my life, but..."

When Wei Lun and Rimbaud were traveling in the mainland, at Rimbaud's request, Wei Lun took Rimbaud for a circle around Meteor Street.

It's just the periphery, and Rimbaud can't bear it.

The land has been irradiated, the air is full of miasma and poisonous gas, and the water on the ground is black. The people living here cannot be called human beings at all, but beasts who only know how to kill.

And Wei Lun grew up in this kind of place.

While Rimbaud felt disgusted and unbelievable, he did not miss the occasional nostalgic look in the eyes of the people around him.

Recalling Meteor Street, Wei Lun couldn't help saying with emotion: "We won't refuse anything, but no one can take anything away from us."

"It is precisely because I have nothing that I hold on to what I have, even if I pay my life for it. After all, life is too cheap and too bitter. The satisfaction that comes from getting it is enough to offset the fact of being alive."

Wei Lun said frankly: "I want to be grateful to Meteor Street. If that place hadn't polished me up, I wouldn't have become what I am now."

Rimbaud listened quietly, thinking thoughtfully: "You're right, next time you have a chance, go to Meteor Street. I want to try to live there for a while."

Wei Lun said mildly: "You won't get used to that kind of place."

Rimbaud: "Well, but I want to know you better. Some of your habits must have been developed on Meteor Street, no?"

Wei Lun opened his mouth and smiled helplessly: "Well, I can't refute you anyway, so listen to you."

Rimbaud and Wei Lun left the airport and took a taxi to Paris.

It is impossible for Rimbaud to go directly to the secret department of the commune to sell fakes. He needs to contact Baudelaire first, because his problem is more troublesome after all.

However, Baudelaire's residence was uncertain and he had no means of contact with the outside world. As one of the leaders of the commune, he was also the target of many transcendents from other countries. Baudelaire would not easily reveal his whereabouts.

"The teacher does have a bar that he often goes to, but he will only show up when Mr. Hugo is with others."

Rimbaud said weakly: "Because then he won't have to pay for the drink."

Baudelaire likes luxurious clothes and delicious food, lives a luxurious life, and cannot make ends meet all the year round. Although he has a lot of money, all of this money is in the hands of his mother. His mother is afraid that her son will squander it all, so she strictly controls Baudelaire every month. living expenses.

Baudelaire either owes debts or evades debts or steals money from his colleagues. As a student of Baudelaire, Rimbaud naturally knows Baudelaire's urine.

Wei Lun was noncommittal: "Let me find it. I know what he looks like. No matter how he hides his existence, he will always be present when the commune meets. As long as he takes action, the omnipresent wind will tell me where he is."

Rimbaud nodded: "You go."

Rimbaud never doubted Wei Lun's strength, as long as Wei Lun wanted to, he would definitely get the desired result.

Sure enough, Wei Lun put on a disguise, wandered around several government department buildings for two days, and easily found Baudelaire's nearest address.

Rimbaud was overjoyed: "He lives alone in a private villa?"

In the next second, Rimbaud was a little suspicious: "With the teacher's debt ratio, he can still afford to live in a villa?"

Wei Lun shrugged: "Maybe it's someone else's house, he just occupied the dove's nest and went there to live a quiet life for a few days."

Rimbaud's expression was wonderful: "Isn't it?"

Wei Lun said naturally: "I often do this kind of thing. When I go to a new place, I walk around in a neighborhood with good security. If there is no one who is popular to go out for vacation, I will pick the lock and live in it."

Rimbaud raised his hand to his forehead, and he said helplessly, "Let's go, and visit the teacher at night."

As one of the leaders of the commune, Baudelaire is also a transcendent. Even in middle age, he is a handsome and elegant beauty. He recently lived in a private villa. Of course, this villa does not belong to him, but It belongs to his lover.

Baudelaire had many lovers, many of whom were wealthy ladies, so it was easy for him to lend his holiday villa to Baudelaire for the night.

That night, Baudelaire was drinking at the bar next to the living room of the villa. While drinking, he casually flipped through the recent playlist.

France is a country that loves drama. Baudelaire also likes to go to the theater to watch dramas live when he is free. Although he can watch live broadcasts at home after the popularization of the Internet, he always does not have the atmosphere and feeling at the scene.

Baudelaire carefully looked at the list of heroines under the play's introduction, ready to find a new lover.

What?An old lover who borrowed a villa?Oh, of course, the more lovers there are, the better, don't worry about the number.

At this moment, the doorbell of the villa where he lived actually rang.

Baudelaire was a little surprised, did someone actually look for him?No, almost no one knows that he lives here?Could it be...

Baudelaire's expression turned dark. Could it be that the lady who lent the villa has other lovers?

While he was looking for a new one, did the lady have an old one?

Well, although this is a French characteristic, there is only one possibility if you encounter it directly, right?

Thinking of this, Baudelaire was going to roll up his sleeves and give someone a good beating.

But when Baudelaire really opened the door and saw the two people standing outside the door, Baudelaire was completely shocked.

Young birthday slightly!His student and his partner cheated on the corpse! !

No, Baudelaire took a step back subconsciously, and put his whole body on guard. He looked at Rimbaud and Verlaine vigilantly, and asked tentatively, "Artier?"

The student and partner who had been dead for seven years suddenly appeared, and the tango of conspiracy began to dance instinctively in Baudelaire's head.

Seeing Baudelaire's reaction, Rimbaud was relieved instead.

The black-haired young man said helplessly, "It's me, teacher. I'm very relieved to see that you still have some vigilance."

Wei Lun smiled and dismissed Baudelaire: "Attil, maybe he is wary of his creditors. Of course, I remember that you also lent money to him. Has he paid you back?"

Rimbaud made a haha, this is a bit heartbreaking.

Baudelaire's eyes slowly fell on the blond young man next to Rimbaud.

Just looking at it, Baudelaire's body trembled slightly.

The flower of evil with supernatural powers.

Baudelaire could see into the essence of a person and bring it out in the form of a flower.

And on the blond youth, he saw a flower of darkness in full bloom.

The flower has layers of petals, each with an eye open.

Some of these eyes are closed, some are open, and some are constantly opening and closing, all of which are blood red.

He seemed to have noticed Baudelaire's gaze, and soon, the eyes that were originally closed opened.

Countless blood-red eyes all looked at Baudelaire, as if an unknown and terrifying creature was always ready to hunt and destroy him completely.

Baudelaire asked subconsciously, "Who are you?"

Rimbaud replied strangely: "He is Paul, teacher?"

Baudelaire looked at Rimbaud in disbelief, and raised his voice: "Is he Verlaine?"

In the next second, Baudelaire was decisive: "No, he must be a creature from another world!"

Rimbaud: Ah this.

It is indeed Baudelaire who sees everything.