What if I become Verlaine?

Baudelaire's ability The Flower of Evil is divided into two parts.

Just like Rimbaud can release different dimensions and manipulate puppets, Baudelaire's ability also has two parts. The first part is insight, seeing the essence of a person.

After seeing the flower in a person's heart, Baudelaire can immediately find the core of the flower, which is the basic point of a person's life.

As long as Baudelaire touches the target's flower and activates the second part of the ability to capture the core of the flower, the target will die immediately, just like the flower withered.

When Baudelaire saw the trance-like dark flower on Velen, he naturally captured the core of the flower.

The center of the dark flower filled with blood-red eyes, which is obviously the location of the stamen, has formed a pitch-black hole at this moment, and this hole is constantly swallowing black smoke, like a monster with teeth and claws.

Yes, that's right, this is the core of the flower.

To kill this alien creature, all you need to do is blow up the black hole in the flower's core.

But the problem is, as Baudelaire watched, the petals with many red eyes began to deform slowly, the petals with rounded edges gradually elongated and thinned, and slowly expanded outward like tentacles, and then twisted wildly .

There is quite an illusion of [Come on, hit me, touch me and I will eat you].

But what frightened Baudelaire even more was that the black smoke from the pitch-black hole flew out like a thin cloud, and wrapped around Arthur Rimbaud lightly, forming a faint black cocoon.

Baudelaire couldn't help but look back at his student Arthur Rimbaud.

There are also flowers blooming on Rimbaud's body, which are pure white campanulas. The flowers are not big, and they are clustered in clusters. They look romantic and pure, gentle and beautiful.

Among countless pure white campanulas, there is a beautiful rainbow-colored flower. Seeing this small rainbow-colored flower, Baudelaire immediately understood that as long as he picked this flower, Rimbaud would die.

Of course Baudelaire would not do it. He used supernatural powers on his students just to confirm whether Arthur Rimbaud was also an alien creature.

At first glance, fortunately, the students are still the students of the past, but Verlaine is definitely not the Verlaine of the past! !

Just when Baudelaire was about to say something to Rimbaud, the faint black smoke blocked the blooming campanula, and then the black smoke became more and more dense, and soon formed a black curtain, covering the white campanula. firmly covered.

In the next second, a blood-red eye opened on the pitch-black curtain.

Baudelaire:!

Subconsciously, he took a big step back and gasped violently.

Rimbaud was a little dazed, he looked at Baudelaire worriedly: "Teacher?"

Wei Lun said with a fake smile: "It seems that we came at the wrong time, Attil, let's come again tomorrow."

It was only then that Baudelaire came to his senses, he put away his supernatural power, and the feeling of palpitation and dizziness gradually disappeared.

Baudelaire's face was a little ugly, and he spoke with a hoarse voice: "Atil, you and... he came to see me, what's the matter?"

Rimbaud said seriously: "I'm here to sell the leave, and I will resign by the way."

Baudelaire fell into a strange silence. He glanced at Wei Lun and said carefully, "Is it related to him?"

"Related, but I also have some ideas, so I want to come and talk to the teacher."

Rimbaud stepped forward and stood in front of Wei Lun. He said sincerely: "I was rescued from prison by my teacher back then. If you hadn't taught me carefully, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"The last time I went to the Far East to perform a mission, I didn't come back immediately because of some accidents. It was my fault for worrying you. I'm here to apologize to you and make the last mission report."

Baudelaire looked at Rimbaud in front of him silently, and sighed after a long time: "You..."

He simply ignored Wei Lun, and said to Rimbaud: "Follow me upstairs, we will talk alone."

Rimbaud nodded, and he said to Wei Lun, "You wait for me here."

Wei Lun didn't take it seriously, he glanced at the bar on the side of the living room: "I'll go there for a drink."

Baudelaire's face twitched, he gave Wei Lun a cold look, and led Rimbaud upstairs.

Wei Lun walked to the bar, casually opened a bottle of vodka, went to the refrigerator to find ice pucks, and made himself a glass of iced vodka.

For Weilun, there is no difference between upstairs and downstairs. The wind has already flowed back and forth in each space, and it will naturally bring down the sound from upstairs.

Of course Wei Lun knew about Baudelaire's supernatural powers, but he was also quite curious, what would he look like in Baudelaire's eyes?Wei Lun thought, there must be darkness, blood and killing.

Wei Lun took a sip of vodka, casually glanced at the theater play leaflets on the counter table, and sneered.

Anyway, we won't see each other often in the future. For Rimbaud's sake, let's pretend it doesn't exist.

Then Wei Lun closed his eyes slightly, and began to concentrate on sensing the movement upstairs.

Baudelaire brought Rimbaud to the study on the second floor. He casually gathered the documents on the table and threw them aside. Looking at Rimbaud who knew nothing, the elegant and gorgeous middle-aged man suddenly felt tired.

Baudelaire put it succinctly: "What is that thing down there?"

Rimbaud was a little dissatisfied after hearing this, and he corrected: "He is not a thing, he is a person."

"Really? How did I teach you?"

Baudelaire said indifferently: "Don't let go of your feelings. As a spy, you must keep calm at all times, but now it seems that you have not learned at all."

Rimbaud said helplessly: "Teacher, listen to me first, he is really Paul, but he is not Paul."

Baudelaire pursed his lips, maybe because he was frightened by the dark flower, Baudelaire was a little angry, but he also knew that his emotions were not right, so he could only suppress his anger: "Speak, I'm listening. "

Rimbaud first talked about how he and Verlaine entered the artificial ability facility and stole the artificial ability body.

Then he changed some details: "The supernatural body is not stable. After all, it is a counterfeit made according to Paul's information. After breaking away from the device in the laboratory, the supernatural body exploded."

"The terrible high pressure and flames suddenly exploded. Paul stood in front of me. I barely survived with the color book, but I lost my memory. I don't remember who I am."

Rimbaud thought of how he felt when he woke up, and his expression was a little depressed: "I don't know where I came from, I don't have a past, I can only wander the streets in a daze, and Paul..."

"He died too. To be precise, the personality program of the Paul I knew died."

"The people in the base laboratory grasped the command. Because of the explosion, Paul's hat was blown off, and the other party launched the command, refreshing Paul's personality program."

"But fortunately, the supernatural body exploded at that time, destroying everything in the laboratory. Although Paul was refreshed, he still remembered to protect me. After I lost my memory, Paul stayed with me. In order to make a living, I went to the port mafia work to earn a living……"

Speaking of this, Rimbaud smiled wryly: "Those days were really quite gloomy. I never knew that money was so hard to earn."

When Baudelaire heard this, his expression changed slightly.

Perhaps because he was a little farther away from the unknown creature downstairs, the brilliance of Rimbaud's body bloomed again. Those pure white flowers seemed to be swaying with the wind, exuding iridescent brilliance, beautiful and bright.

Although there was still some vigilance and apprehension in his heart, Baudelaire finally calmed down in the face of a student with such a pure heart. He reached out and patted Rimbaud on the shoulder: "You have worked hard."

"As my injury recovered, life gradually improved and my memory slowly returned."

Rimbaud cheered up and continued: "Two years ago, I recovered all my memories and remembered the past. Only then did I realize that Paul... that is, Wei Lun, he has become what he is now."

"He became sharp, dangerous, unscrupulous and rampant, completely indifferent to other people and things, and at the same time, nothing could restrain him except me."

Rimbaud's expression became serious: "I mentioned that I wanted to go back to France, and then we had a fight. Unfortunately, I couldn't beat him, so I couldn't come back."

This is not a lie, they also had to come to another world drifting.

Baudelaire: "..."

This reason is really too realistic!Rimbaud can't beat the new Verlaine, who has refreshed his new personality and is full of vicious and vicious methods!So there is no way to come back!

Oh, now it's Weilun.

"I traveled with him to other places, and gradually, I came up with the idea of ​​resigning."

Having said that, Rimbaud looked at Baudelaire seriously: "Teacher, why did the war end? It was because the traitors collectively arrested the high-level officials. They are indeed hated by us, but the war ended because of this." .”

"I lived in Yokohama when I lost my memory. I used to eat expired food from convenience stores. I also went to extortion in order to get meager wages from the mafia. I used to stand on the clouds and overlook all beings as a transcendent. I thought I was powerful. Yes, I thought I was qualified to be above ordinary people."

"But when I fell into the dust, I realized that we are no different from ordinary people."

"In the final analysis, everything is about interests. Whether it is the interests of politicians, or the interests of the country and the nation, everyone is just a hyena fighting for interests."

Rimbaud thought of the hunters in another world. They have powerful power, but they are still unknowingly pursuing the history of mankind, looking for the unknown, hunting the goal in their hearts, and constantly exploring the periphery of Lake Mobius. Trying to return to the continent where humans once lived.

And what are the humans doing here?

"We are killing each other in the name of love, we are doing stupid and pathetic things, we should put down our barriers and explore the future of mankind together, the starry sky above our heads is so vast, we have power beyond human beings, but we are using this power to kill one's own kind..."

Rimbaud took a deep breath and calmed down his intense emotions: "Life is too short, I want to do something more meaningful in a short time, whether it is going to a more exciting unknown place, or It is more meaningful to help those in need than to throw ourselves into political whirlpools and wars."

"That's why I wanted to come back and resign, to leave the commune."

Baudelaire stared blankly at Rimbaud, and after a long while sighed with emotion and complexity.

"Attil, I really didn't expect that you would become an anarchist."

Rimbaud twitched the corners of his mouth, and he said calmly: "It's not likely, but I am indeed more inclined to the idea of ​​Mr. Rousseau who has already betrayed. It is impossible for me to stay in the commune. I don't want to end up with you Fighting each other because of political differences, in that case it is better to leave."

Baudelaire looked deeply at Rimbaud, he thought a lot before Rimbaud spoke.

Why did Rimbaud resign, is it related to the guy below?Was it coerced by other forces?Have you betrayed your motherland?Or is there any unavoidable reason?

But after hearing Rimbaud's words, Baudelaire was unable to say any more words to persuade him.

He didn't expect that Rimbaud's spirit and belief had undergone fundamental changes. If Rimbaud was forced to stay, it would only cause more serious consequences.

Rimbaud was his student. Once his students turned against his ideas and proposals and split the power of his faction, it would be a huge blow to Baudelaire.

Rimbaud probably also considered these, so he came to the door neatly and said that he would resign.

Baudelaire sighed and said: "Then you don't have to come back, you are always dead, no one knows you are still alive."

After hearing this, Rimbaud showed a little uneasiness and apprehension. He whispered, "Teacher, I hope you will be happier."

Baudelaire snorted indifferently: "Then do you think I'm happy?"

Rimbaud actually nodded: "That's for sure? I didn't die, I came back, and even found my own future life path, even if it's not the same path, the teacher will definitely bless me, right? "

Baudelaire was silent for a while before letting out a long sigh: "Others thought you were falling into death, but you moved forward like the wind in hell and became more and more radiant. Attil, you have grown up."

The person who left was a 19-year-old, arrogant and transcendent person who could even be called a teenager, and the person who returned seven years later was a person who was as free and determined as the wind.

As Rimbaud's teacher, Baudelaire admitted that he was indeed proud while having mixed feelings.

"I see. Tell me about the artificial power facility in detail. The rest doesn't matter."

Baudelaire quickly regained his composure. He said, "I'll make up a report for you, saying that you died on the surface, but actually performed an infiltration mission. Now that the mission is over, you can just leave the job."

Baudelaire: "But in order to shut other people's mouths, there will definitely be strict scrutiny, and you have to be mentally prepared."

Rimbaud nodded: "I know."

He had been busy for half a year before, just to make up the life records of himself and Weilun in Yokohama, and the traces of traveling with Weilun in other places in the next two years, including but not limited to various entry and exit records and traces left by travel, and even It also requires Glatt to use his ability to forge memories or something.

If Rimbaud hadn't been so meticulous and thoughtful, and he had told Wei Lun his thoughts in advance, Wei Lun would not have agreed to follow Rimbaud's plan so easily.

In Rimbaud's words: "If I tell my teacher that I want to go on a trip with you so I resign, the teacher's first reaction will definitely be to kill you. Of course, it is uncertain who will die in the end."

"In order to prevent this possibility, I thought about it, and told the teacher directly about the changes in ideals and beliefs, and this is not a lie, Wei Lun, after seeing the splendor of another world and the never-ending human beings, facing the unknown darkness After the exploration of the mainland, I really don't have any interest in the wars and killings on the earth."

"Compared to fighting for the interests of the country, if the space station recruits volunteers, I want to go around the universe."

"I want to stand in the sky above the earth and see how the first rays of the sun dye the entire blue planet in a new day. It must be very beautiful."

Rimbaud has said that, what else can Wei Lun say?

He couldn't refuse Rimbaud who was looking forward to it, and was dazzled by the black-haired young man who said such words, so Wei Lun gave up his plan to hunt and kill the transcendent, and followed Rimbaud honestly back to France .

Love is such a magical thing.

Naturally, Baudelaire didn't know that Rimbaud helped him to suppress Weilun, otherwise the unlucky Baudelaire might go to Santuchuan for a trip first, but Baudelaire still discussed Weilun with Rimbaud very seriously. The problem.

Baudelaire: "Will that guy named Wei Lun follow you all the time?"

Rimbaud nodded: "Yes."

Baudelaire: "Can you control him?"

Rimbaud: "I can control him at the cost of my own death, but the consequences..." He gave Baudelaire a look that you understand: "Maybe Paris will be blown into ruins by him."

Baudelaire looked at Rimbaud deeply: "Then how can you guarantee that you won't do anything that harms the interests of France after you leave?"

Rimbaud said nonchalantly, "If you can find someone who can take away the ability, I don't mind keeping the ability."

Baudelaire was stunned.

Rimbaud's tone was very calm, even a little funny: "Don't look at me like this, teacher, transcendents are no different from ordinary people. We can't be too arrogant, or we will suffer retribution from alien creatures."

Baudelaire: "..."

Then his tone became embarrassing: "Atil, you really are..."

They transcend and look down on the society of ordinary people. They can start wars and decide the lives and deaths of countless people. They can also end wars immediately and bring the world to peace instantly.

Since you can control the fate of a world, why can't you be arrogant?

But Rimbaud, who used to be a member of the Transcendence, thought that he was no different from ordinary people. What did he experience and what kind of scenery did he see before he said such a thing?

Baudelaire did not know.

He only knew that this student had completely broken free from all shackles and walked towards a new world.

Wei Lun waited downstairs for more than half an hour, and Rimbaud came down from the second floor briskly.

Wei Lun helped Rimbaud pour a glass of champagne, he smiled and said, "Come and have a drink."

Rimbaud walked to the bar, he sat opposite Wei Lun, picked up the champagne, and took a sip.

"Ah, familiar taste, familiar feeling, I used to drink this brand of champagne."

Rimbaud put down his wine glass, tilted his head, and looked at Wei Lun with bright eyes: "Did you hear that?"

He used the lingua franca of the mainland.

Wei Lun hummed, he naturally heard the conversation between Rimbaud and Baudelaire.

Rimbaud continued to ask: "We are going to stay here for a while, is there any place you want to go?"

Wei Lun shook his head: "Not interested."

Verlaine has nothing to miss about France, and even Verlaine doesn't have a good impression of France.

He is more concerned about another matter: "You want to strip off the supernatural power? After stripping, although you still have the ability to read, but without the assistance of the supernatural power, the power of your telekinetic ability to control the puppets will drop a lot, right?"

Rimbaud shrugged: "I don't have the space ability yet."

Wei Lun sneered and said, "What Baudelaire values ​​is your ability, not you."

Rimbaud didn't take it seriously, he said to Wei Lun: "The teacher is not only my teacher, but also one of the leaders of the commune. He needs to be responsible for other capable people."

Willon said dismissively, "Put someone in debt in charge? What international joke are you talking about?"

Rimbaud smiled. He picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Wei Lun: "Since you don't want to go out, then help me with the basic training of mind power. This time, I should be able to survive for a month or two?"

Only then did Wei Lun smile: "Okay, it should have been like this long ago, and help you recuperate your body by the way."

Meanwhile, in the upstairs study, Baudelaire called Hugo.

After the call was connected, Hugo said naturally: "...how much do you owe?"

The corner of Baudelaire's mouth twitched: "I'm talking about business with you."

He talked about Rimbaud's return and Verlaine's refreshment, emphatically mentioning Rimbaud's thoughts and his decision to voluntarily strip away supernatural powers in order to leave.

Hugo was very surprised after hearing this: "Is that how he answered you?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect him to say such a thing."

Baudelaire's expression looked extremely tired for a moment: "I am very relieved and proud, but I am also very sad."

"He chose to become an ordinary person, which means he has denied everything about us. How can you make me smile and bless him to leave?!"

Baudelaire's tone became gloomy: "And once news spreads that he is alive, he will lose his supernatural powers and will be targeted by others."

Hugo was silent for a long time, he said: "Are you begging me, Charles?"

Baudelaire did not answer.

Hugo asked again: "What do his flowers look like?"

Baudelaire: "Campanulas of all colors."

Hugo's voice softened: "Romantic and pure? I know, let him come to me, and I will talk to him."

After a pause, Hugo added: "He said everything, we need to verify the information."

"Naturally," said Baudelaire, "I'm going to send someone down the path of Attil."

Hugo said with a smile: "If there is no problem with the intelligence investigation, if he passes my test, Charles, I can sign the guarantee document with you to let him leave the commune."

"Over there, although St. Bove fights against me every day, you can find Dumas and Zola. With their advice, things will be easy to handle."

In Europe, in addition to each country having its own organization of supernatural beings, there is also the European Supernatural Bureau drawn from various countries. Rimbaud was also named at the Supernatural Bureau back then. The resignation letter he needs to submit is not a single , but two copies.

Generally speaking, the strength of the European Ability Bureau is still very strong. Each country sends out one or two transcendents to join the European Ability Bureau, and a bunch of good ability users join, which is enough to stabilize the entire European situation and avoid The outbreak of the war like that back then, and avoiding the emergence of an organization like the Seven Betrayers.

Seven years ago, Chateaubriand was the only Transcendence who worked in the European Bureau of Abilities and belonged to France. It's a pity that not long after joining, Rimbaud was lost in the Far East.

Downstairs, Wei Lun, who had been monitoring Baudelaire, curled his lips, counting them as acquainted.

But the next second, on the phone upstairs, Hugo's voice changed: "But Verlaine's matter is not that easy."

"Although he is Rimbaud's partner, he is essentially a tool belonging to the commune that we obtained from the criminal organization after the suppression. He is an artificial ability. Once his test body is obtained by other organizations, Charles, you understand What will happen?"

Hugo's tone was unhurried: "I don't mind the difference between human and non-human, but some things don't matter if you don't mind me, and some consequences are not something you and I can afford."

"This time his personality program was refreshed to protect Rimbaud. What about the next time? Who can guarantee that no one can refresh the personality program? What if it is a personality program that hates France and massacres? Since the control The order will be sent to the Far East, will it be guaranteed that no second person will control Verlaine with the control order?"

Hearing this, Baudelaire's face was terribly gloomy.

Wei Lun, who was sitting opposite Rimbaud drinking, immediately lowered his head.

He couldn't help showing the excitement of hunting.