Writer saves the world

Naruya is only three streets away from Kyosuke Kanedaichi's residence, even a child can walk there at a short pace. Since Kyosuke Kindaichi took in Atsushi Nakajima, Nakahara Nakahara would often come to see him and drag the Erye Tingming, who seemed to be very busy for a while, lay flat in the shop every day.

Atsushi Nakajima is a person with supernatural powers that can turn into a tiger. Nakahara also thinks it is better for someone with knowledge to help him check his body, especially after Atsushi Nakajima wakes up, they find that the child is not interested in him after he turns into a tiger. I don't know anything about it, I don't even know that I can become a tiger, let alone control my ability.

Kyosuke Kindaichi was worried about this for several days. He didn't dare to sleep well at night, and had to get up in the middle of the night to wait and see the situation, for fear that the child sleeping in the bedroom would suddenly turn into a tiger and cause tragedies such as tigers cannibalizing people in the downtown area.

Fortunately, Erye Tingming was more reliable, and was dragged by Nakahara Nakaya to check the situation of Shimo Nakajima Atsushi, and reassured this cub who was full of anxiety and fear of being kicked out.

"It's nothing serious, just hungry." Erye Tingming didn't expect that Zhongyuan Zhong also had such a talent for picking up children, and he picked one right. If his feeling is correct, this child named Atsushi Nakajima was used as a book by his ancestors. The ontology has something to do with it. The ability to use the "book" or the long-term holder has a very weak sense of the existence of the "book".

However, this kind of induction is so weak that it can be ignored, and after Erye Tingming wakes up, the sense of existence of the main body has weakened a lot. Not surprisingly, Atsushi Nakajima will never experience the awakened ancestor memory in his life.

In addition, Atsushi Nakajima's condition is normal. The ability to strengthen his body helped him resist the damage caused by injuries and hunger. The only thing he found was malnutrition and a few wounds that healed quickly. Kyosuke Kindaichi gave him more good supplements. Replenish the body, and within three days there will be a lively and healthy cub.

And sufficient food and a sense of security will help stabilize his supernatural powers. Atsushi Nakajima can see his cowardly and gentle character at a glance. If he is well fed, he will not appear uncontrolled and completely animalized. If Kyosuke Kindaichi really If you don't worry, you can ask Ishikawa Woodpecker to find a way to find his "friend", whether it is medicine or professional ability control training, Ishikawa Woodpecker will never mind using some contacts to gain Kindaichi Kyosuke's favorability.

And Ishikawa Woodpecker's real occupation can't be kept secret for long, so it's better to lay the groundwork in advance to avoid losing the horse too suddenly - when the war outside stops in Yokohama, a place with many concessions and various forces, it will definitely be chaotic for a while, and Kyosuke Kindaichi is the easiest For those affected, it will be difficult for Ishikawa Woodpecker and Kitahara Baiqiu to cover their vests tightly.

Erye Tingming felt the kindness of Ishikawa Takuboku, let alone whether Ishikawa Takuboku felt it, but he really pushed the boat along and contacted a few old friends of his, taking advantage of Beiyuan Baiqiu's busyness recently and getting dizzy, he took the lead first.

To be honest, Ishikawa Takuboku and Kitahara Hakushu's scene of snatching friends like elementary school students is quite interesting. Rimbaud and Erye Tingming mentioned it several times when they were drinking, maybe they learned some good ways to get along with good friends from it. .

After all, Kyosuke Kindaichi, among other things, was born full of straight ball and water handling skills. Not only did he become good friends with two dangerous elements, Ishikawa Woodpecker and Kitahara Hakushu at the same time, he also easily balanced the cubs. A petty quarrel broke out.

Who made Atsushi Nakajima look weaker? Nakahara Nakaya was also thinking about going to Kanadaichi Kyosuke to run here every day, and inadvertently ignored his own Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Akutagawa Gin, which aroused Akutagawa Ryunosuke's food-protecting emotions. Nakahara Chuya took the Akutagawa brothers and sisters to see Atsushi Nakajima with great heart, and when he wanted everyone to hold hands and be friends together, Ryunosuke Akutagawa stared at Atsushi Nakajima almost without scaring the child to tears.

Two packs of tears were in his eyes, and the weak and cowardly appearance made Ryunosuke Akutagawa even more disgusted. After thinking about it, he felt that this kind of brat had no competitiveness compared with him, so he snorted coldly, He moved to sit next to Nakahara Nakaya, and put his sister in Nakahara Nakaya's arms provocatively.

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

——Kindaichi Kyosuke entertained the cubs with snacks and juice. The moment the food appeared, Atsushi Nakajima's full attention was attracted, and he honestly made the sound that he was hungry again, and did not give half of his eyes to the high-spirited one Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

There are delicious sticks and small dried fish, yes!

At the same time, Verlaine was on Nevernd, to be precise, in the cell specially prepared for him in the underground of Nevernd. He had already watched the boy who was separated by the door eat two bags of potato chips and three bags of nuts, and now he was hugging a Buckets of popcorn, clicking like a hamster diligently hoarding food.

"..." Gabriel Hamster Verne was stared at by Verlaine, looked down at the popcorn bucket in his arms, and extended out his friendly jiojio in a friendly way, "Do you want some too?"

Verlaine looked at the popcorn residue at the corner of his mouth, and said coldly, "Junk food."

Verne looked innocent and harmless, but Verlaine hadn't lost his memory yet and couldn't remember whose handwriting he was thrown down as soon as he landed on the island. This guy doesn't look like a fluffy animal when he hits a human. Verlaine's The ribs are still hurting badly.

Verne bit the popcorn, and quietly defended his snack, "It's caramel flavored..."

It's so delicious...

Verlaine began to wonder if Verne was sent to guard him because of his excellent communication skills. If it was Rimbaud's idea to block him, then he must say that Rimbaud succeeded, and Verne could always speak in three sentences. It made him feel the aggrieved feeling of speechless chest tightness.

In the past, he usually let others experience this feeling.

Verlaine leaned back and adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position. Even though he was in a cell with no privacy from the door, he still acted as comfortable as if he was in his own home—the prison that Rimbaud arranged for him. The conditions are good, and at first glance it is comparable to a single room in a small hotel. The bed is still a soft and comfortable double bed. Verlaine had a good night's sleep on his first day here.

He was sitting in the only sofa chair at this time, the cushion and the pillows behind his waist were a bit too soft, and he had to use some effort to sit upright without sinking into it.

Verne liked this chair very much, and Verlaine could tell, so he used the chair to try to start the conversation again, trying to extract some information from Verne for reference.

He had roughly imagined the situation he might encounter, and he was mentally prepared for the worst situation. If he was asked to make a rational judgment on the situation, Verlaine couldn't find a reason why he could get out of here alive. The difference is that Whether to die more quickly or more painfully depends on the extent of Rimbaud's hatred for him.

Verlaine was not afraid of pain and death. Those were the few things in the world that were equally equal to him, a different kind. But if it was Rimbaud who killed him, he still hoped that the process could be faster.

Maybe it would be a good idea to piss off Rimbaud, because when you are impulsive, you can't control the strength of your strikes.Verlaine extracted usable information from Verne's words, and the only trouble circling in his head was how to provoke Rimbaud—Rimbaud never lost his temper with him, and when he was most angry, he just rubbed his hands. Calling his name with his forehead, not so much anger as helplessness.

Until Verne finished eating a bucket of popcorn, Verlaine hadn't figured out what to do. Rimbaud came to think faster than Verlaine, so Verlaine found that he not only didn't think about what to do, but even how to face him. I don't know anything about Rimbaud.

He could only subconsciously straighten his back and sit more upright, and put on his most commonly used indifferent expression, as if he was looking at Rimbaud unwaveringly in his heart.

Rimbaud smiled at him, indicating that Verne could leave first. The space without the sound of the teenager chewing snacks became more and more silent. Rimbaud slowly took off the scarf and gloves. It became a harsh noise in Verlaine's ears.

Something is different.Verlaine stared silently at his former partner whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and the shackles of anxiety and fatigue on Rimbaud disappeared, replaced by a larger and irresistible sense of aggression and oppression.Verlaine felt the suffocation of being restrained by the neck and unable to breathe again, like a wild dog that was put on a collar and couldn't know what to do.

"Relax, Paul, relax, don't be so nervous." Rimbaud opened the cell door, with an intimate and gentle tone, "I didn't care about what happened before, I think it was just a... small mistake."

Obviously Rimbaud did not show any aggressiveness, but Verlaine's nerves were tense and sent a sharp signal to him, causing his body to tense involuntarily, and the gravity around him fluctuated unsteadily.

Yes, Rimbaud didn't even take measures to control his supernatural ability, as if he was sure that he would not resist.

Verlaine did not resist, he forced himself to maintain this more dignified posture, and watched Rimbaud stretch out his hand to him without saying a word. He had already seen the brilliant golden color of Rimbaud's fingertips, and he knew that the light was enough to Grind people to pieces.

Verlaine didn't make any movement, but raised his head slightly, staring stubbornly into Rimbaud's eyes.

The slightly cold fingertips touched the skin, and it didn't have the imagined bruises and blood splashes, it was more like a comforting touch, from the cheek to the side of the neck, and tenderly stroking the slightly messy braids.

"It's all right, Paul." Rimbaud said, in a gentle tone that would give people the illusion, "It's just a small mistake, let's correct it."

He bowed his head and kissed Verlaine's forehead, like a saint forgiving his followers.

Verlaine closed his eyes and opened them again, not letting himself look away.

"No, Attil, it's not like that."

"Treachery cannot be corrected."

He heard his own voice cold and indifferent, like an ignorant bastard.

Rimbaud laughed because of this, "It's indeed a bastard thing you would say." He kissed Verlaine's forehead again, and slowly tightened the hand on the side of his neck.

The air in his lungs was evacuated little by little, and the hand holding his neck almost strangled his neck. Verlaine saw the golden light in a trance, bright and brilliant like a scene only seen in a dream.

It took him a while to realize what the soft touch on his lips represented, and realized that the suffocation was an illusion in his head.Hearing Rimbaud's low laugh, Verlaine lamented regretfully: "Such a beautiful mouth, why can't it say something nice."

Soft double bed, soft sofa chair, soft plush carpet.

He suddenly knew what was going to happen next—it ran counter to everything he expected, and it was so chaotic that Verlaine's mind went blank.

Verlaine struggled subconsciously, but was severely suppressed by Rimbaud and couldn't move. The stinging pain from the bite on the side of his neck made him frown in distress.

He finally realized belatedly that Rimbaud was not discussing with him, he was just told how he would be dealt with, and the traitor who was reduced to prison had no right to oppose and struggle.

……

A few days later, Baudelaire, who resigned and ran away, received an email from Rimbaud. In the attachment, a photo of Verlaine sleeping unconscious was almost thrown on his face. Er rarely laughed out loud.

Rimbaud: Me!very!OK!