Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

There were no lights in the cabin.

Under the faint moonlight, Rimbaud watched Verlaine in the half-open hibernation cabin.The cold air leaking from the cabin filled the room, normally it should make him very uncomfortable, but Rimbaud didn't say a word, at the position of his mouth, the light of a cigarette butt flickered faintly.

"Already in France?"

"No, we're still on the boat."

It took Verlaine a long time to comprehend dully what he meant.

He lay staring at the ceiling for a while, his sanity gradually returning.

The world swayed gently under the action of the waves, and in this cradle-like soft melody, the hibernation hatch made of strong fiber material suddenly split into sharp pieces and fell downward.

Then it was fixed by a deep red space cube a few centimeters away from the Verlaine carotid artery.

"I cannot choose my birth, but I can choose my death. Rimbaud, let go."

Verlaine said calmly.

"I said, I want to take the responsibility of teaching you. Even if I fail, it's not the end of everything, and I won't give up casually."

"Have you forgotten that I was sincerely prepared to kill you? Use your sympathy elsewhere! I'm tired of this world."

"Is there really nothing in this world that you miss?"

"What's the point of thinking about this? When I'm transported back, for safety reasons, they will naturally put me into a deep sleep. At the same time, based on the eternal greedy nature of human beings, they will eagerly absorb my cells, genes and supernatural powers. Make more Verlaine [-]s, [-]s, [-]s, [-]s... Mistakes like mine will continue to be born, like viruses, like plagues, and leave more pain in the world. Let it all be here with me Stop it."

Verlaine half-closed his eyes, his voice was so low that it seemed to come directly from his chest, flat and without any ups and downs.

"Paul, you are still so impatient." Rimbaud put out the cigarette butt, took a step forward and entered the moonlight, his pale face was like a ghost under the moonlight, "You haven't listened to me yet."

"I will not be returning to France again."

Verlaine raised his head.

"The climate in Paris is already too cold for me. I plan to travel along the equator, starting from Borobudur in Java, going along the Ganges, crossing the Red Sea to Ethiopia."

Rimbaud speaks in a calm tone of his long-distance travels, wild journeys and wanderings in foreign countries.

"Would you like to travel with me?"

The freighter is already more than a thousand miles away from the nearest port, but for those with space and gravity abilities, this will not be a problem.

It was a day and a night when they re-arrived at the port of Yokohama.

Rimbaud and Verlaine stood on the roof of the buildings on the outer edge of Leibo Street, looking at the brilliant lights that lit up the entire Leibo Street.

The volume spirals up on quiet nights.Across the streets, they heard the loud noises from the restaurant in the center of Leibo Street, as if some event was being held there.The volume of pop music was turned up very loudly, and the laughter and shouts of young people did not stop for a moment, with the sound of tables or chairs falling to the ground.

"It's really a festive atmosphere." Rimbaud said enthusiastically, "It's great that there are so many friends celebrating their birthdays together."

He even had the mood to joke: "Paul, do you want to go down and have a look too?"

Verlaine glanced at him speechlessly, but did not answer.

After standing for a while, he suddenly asked: "Why do you want to travel with me?"

"I once wanted to give you the most precious thing in the world - free will. But that hat can neither make you stop resenting fate nor make you happy." Rimbaud lowered his head and looked at his thick Thick woolen gloves, "Come on, then, out of it all, to rough and vagabond and poor and mad."

"Hmph." Verlaine snorted coldly, "Hell, that's what I want. Then, let's go, it's time to leave."

He took one last look at the restaurant and turned to leave first.Rimbaud followed closely behind.

They travel along the equator, chasing the sun.Since then, there has been no trace of the two in Europe or Japan.

When Yuri found Dazai, the latter was sitting on the roof of the restaurant, blowing the cold wind motionless and looking at the lights.

He didn't seem to hear the noise from the restaurant at all.

"Are you really not going down?" Yuri, who had just climbed up to the roof, was still panting a little at this time, putting her hands on her knees.

Dazai withdrew his gaze from looking into the distance thoughtfully, and glanced at her reluctantly.

"Are you sure you want me to go to that little guy's birthday party? He must be crazy like a fool tonight. The seat I'm sitting now is the closest distance I can bear to Chuya."

The hem of his black suit jacket was spread out on the roof, his two long legs were casually placed one by one, his face was expressionless and he was thinking of something, the white bandage was dyed into a fluorescent color by the light, revealing a lonely and dark look all over his body breath.

I always feel that this person has become more gloomy every day since he joined the port mafia.

"...You take this." Yuri handed Dazai a corner cake on a disposable paper plate, and the delicate cream decoration was made into a flower-like shape.

"What? You want me to eat the dwarf's birthday cake? No, not even if Soma made it." Dazai's disgust was already overflowing, and he didn't have any intention of taking it.

"No." Yuri explained calmly, "Among the people who came today, you are the only one who hasn't smashed the cake on Chuya's face yet."

There was a very tragic battle royale event in the restaurant just now.Of course, the only one at large was Chuya.Under the premise that they were not allowed to use their abilities, everyone was full of confidence in the challenge of slapping the cream cake on Zhongya's face and was eager to try.

Although there are mafia fighters (including Yuri) among the chasers, the opponent is the King of Sheep who has been famous for many years since he was young.After half an hour of flickering, everyone finally found an opportunity (or maybe they were let go by Zhongye) and rushed forward to successfully complete tonight's KPI.

Dazai, who had never set foot in a restaurant, of course knew nothing about it.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

Dazai jumped up immediately when he heard that, almost stepped on his coat.

"Then I'll go down first." Yuri put the cake on the ground, waved his hands and flipped down the roof, and fell lightly into the balcony on the third floor.

In a blink of an eye, only Dazai was left on the roof.

He waved his arms and stretched his waist.

The subordinate's voice came from the headset: "Master Dazai, should we evacuate now or continue to wait for instructions?"

"Let's go, let's go, no one is there." He said lazily, then ignored the other party, squatted down and picked up the cake on the ground to look around.

Soon, there was no one on the roof, only the lights flickering in the distance.

After some intense exercise, everyone in the restaurant was chatting and laughing as they added food to their plates at the dining table.Several people from the YMCA are yelling for an extra round of billiards.

Cut fruit has bottomed out.From the ideal, there are still some reserves in the refrigerator, and I plan to go to the kitchen to cut some more to add.

As soon as she pushed open the fire door of the kitchen, she was stunned by the sight in front of her.

The orange-haired boy was twisting his shirt in front of the sink. Water droplets dripped from the ends of his half-length hair, winding along the path of his back groove and shoulder blades.The hair covered the trend of the trapezius muscles, but the smooth arm muscle lines and the toned figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist have been fully revealed.

The waist... the waist is so thin...

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Chuya suddenly turned around: "You finally—"

After realizing that the person who pushed the door was Lili, the second half of his sentence stuck in his throat.

Yuri still maintained a shocked expression at this moment.

So it's not that kind of muscular figure, but the figure of a slender and explosive teenager.

He turned around, ok, now the abs are visible too.Involuntarily began to count the number of abdominal muscles.

Chuya's face was already as red as if he had been smoked by steam, and his expression was pretending to be calm and bewildered.

The clothes are all in a mess and I can't wear them, and there is nothing to cover them, so I can't hide, right?

So what should I do in this situation, should, should I say something...

"Ah... that... Do you want me to borrow clothes for you..." Yuri said dryly as if she finally came back to her senses.

"Oh, no need... I already asked Yingta to borrow it, and he went upstairs to get the clothes."

There was an awkward silence for a while.

Yuli shifted his gaze to the pile of clothes next to him: "This... The shirt should be machine washable, right? There is a washing machine upstairs."

"No need, I'll take it back directly, and the logistics staff will take care of it," Zhongya said.

"...Oh, okay...then I'll go first."

Yuri quickly slipped away before Nakaya steamed herself.

After a while, she caught a glimpse of Eita, who was wearing casual clothes, going downstairs into the kitchen.

This should be fine.

After thinking about it for a while, he turned his head and decided to focus on eating.

Before she could finish a piece of pizza, a familiar roar came from her ear.

"Dazai!!!!!!"

Yes, the clothes were changed for nothing.

Nakaya, who had changed his clothes for the second time, sat on the edge of the pool table with a bad face.

"Be happy, Chuya! One more shot! We will give you a little bit for your birthday." The public relations officer polished the club gracefully and smiled happily.

"? Do I need you to let me go? That one just now was definitely a mistake!"

"Oh oh oh the classic quotation from the Great Prince, it appears!"

"Don't call me that name!"

"Where's the wine? My glass is empty."

"This? Whiskey? Isn't it the wine prepared by the restaurant." Zhong also saw the wine bottle in hand.

"Of course we brought it ourselves. Men have to drink strong alcohol, so let's leave it to children to drink alcohol with more than ten degrees."

"I'm not a child anymore!"

"Hahaha, let's try it too! Just a little bit."

Stupid Bird took an empty glass from the bar, poured a thin layer and handed it to him.

"Haha, the little dwarf is inferior, he only dares to drink this little, look at me..."

Dazai, who appeared out of nowhere, snatched the wine bottle that was put aside by the idiot bird and started pouring it wildly, filling the glass to half full in a blink of an eye.

"I will lose to you?"

Zhong also snatched the cup over with an expression of dissatisfaction, and started pouring it into his mouth.

"Hey! Wait a minute, that's a beer mug!"