Writer saves the world

After the contract for writing the armistice contract was ready, the preliminary preparations that the transcendents had worked hard for more than half a year were finally coming to an end. Only the artificial island of Verne was still being built bit by bit. Compared with the process in France this time, the efficiency is already very fast, but the long waiting time is still annoying.

The transcendents couldn't help but began to review every link of the plan, confirming every detail over and over again, and trying to make no mistakes-they knew that there was no rush at such a time, but if they could perfectly control their emotions, they wouldn't have come to the end. Betrayed this step.

The more tense this kind of thing is, the easier it is to have flaws, especially Verne, who is a quick-frozen actor, and spends all day with Baudelaire, the head of the French intelligence department, relying on the skills taught by Rimbaud to resist. .

Therefore, in order to avoid risks, the transcendents have to find some appetizers for themselves before the main meal to forcefully divert their attention, so that they don't always think about the planned things.

It can be said that Rimbaud handed them a just-in-time sideshow at the right time.

As long as you work hard, you can watch the bloody drama of the French ace partner for free. This kind of good thing does not happen every year.

The fragmented pages of the diary that were smuggled from the port of Mafia to Europe were scattered everywhere through their respective contacts, and of course they took a look at them out of curiosity.Rimbaud said that everyone is free, as if he doesn't really care about his private diary being seen by others.

After all, when Rimbaud cast this bait, he knew that there would be such a day. Anyway, what was released was not confidential, and if it was read, it would be read. Even if his writing is a bit hypocritical, it is also a feature of French literature. And no one would be so bored as to travel across the ocean to Japan to laugh at him.

Rimbaud found out that he really wanted to open up a lot of things after dying once, and he didn't feel too much shame about such a social death operation. He was made fun of by Wilde's unforgiving guy, but he felt that Wilde's repeated defeats and battles were really true. The spirit is commendable, and being blocked by him is even more interesting, which fully healed his feeling of being choked by Kitahara Hakuaki and Ogiwara Sakutaro.

In just a few months, Rimbaud wanted to train the two cucumber eggs who had no foundation and completely wild ways into masters who could play the auxiliary support position in the battle of the transcendent level. Rimbaud has fully realized the soaring blood pressure when parents tutor their children with homework. Feel.

Compared with it, Koye Ozaki is a surprise, both in terms of supernatural ability and physical fitness, but the level of her instructor is really not good, because her gender and appearance focus on training in the direction of those sparrows. The golden period of ability growth was wasted in vain.

So Lan Bo used some tricks to win the right to teach Ozaki Hongye—it was not difficult, and although the leader of Mafia at the port was not his toolman, he had already managed two of the following five cadres.

The right to speak is just right, because the old and somewhat grumpy leader is the best boss, to convince Japan that he is safe and honest, his memory has not fully recovered, and the danger is within the controllable range.

I don't know how Verlaine would react when he saw his diary.

Rimbaud hummed a little tune, and dexterously led him sideways. Koyo Ozaki, who was attacking him, staggered a few steps and was hit in the back by him from behind.

Koyo Ozaki fell to the ground and took a short breath before recovering. At this time, it was Hakuaki Kitahara who was fighting Rimbaud. Sakutaro Ogiwara handed her a bottle of ice water, "Apply it, or you will get swollen." a few days."

He pointed to the position of the eye sockets, and muttered in his heart that Mr. Lan Tang is really cruel, and he is willing to attack Xiao Hongye's white and tender face. When he fights with Ozaki Hongye, he is never willing to slap the face-this is why every time Every time he was whipped by the golden Yasha like a dog in the water.

Koye Ozaki thanked him in a low voice, applied ice water to his sore eyes, and turned to look at Rimbaud's teaching session with Hakushu Kitahara.Compared with the tea ceremony and ikebana class that required her to sit for several hours, she still prefers to sweat profusely on the training ground, even if she is injured and bleeds, she doesn't care much, and she is more happy that she has created something for Mr. Lantang through hard work. scars.

Mr. Lantang, who is gentle and gentleman off the court, is a complete devil on the training ground. He is harsh and harsh at all, and there is no such thing as pity. In the first month, Koyo Ozaki had a disfigured face almost every day, but thanks to such rigorous training, Successfully let Ozaki Hongye get rid of the bad habit of subconsciously protecting his face in battle.

Ogiwara Sakutaro sat beside Ozaki Koyo happily. Of course, he would not have any thoughts about Ozaki Koyo in his teens. He was also very happy to look at the mentality of purely admiring the beautiful flowers. To be honest, Mr. Rantang pulled him out of the psychological shadow , he also has such a happy mood of appreciating beauty to Mr. Lantang.

As usual, he practiced three cucumber eggs on the training ground until he lay down and entered the infirmary. Rimbaud left the Black Lizard's camp with a feeling of being warmed up. Erye Tingming looked at Rimbaud's expression Knowing that he had spent another day tutoring poor students with their homework, he thoughtfully handed him a drink.

"It's hot."

Spring is almost over, and people who can't stand the heat have to wear short-sleeved clothes, Rimbaud still wears a thick windbreaker very conspicuously, and when many people start to add ice cubes to their wine, they insist on drinking without air conditioning Rimbaud, who drinks hot wine in the izakaya, is simply an anomaly.

Even the waiter who brought the food and drink looked at Rimbaud a few more times, and kindly reminded the guest to pay attention to his health and not to suffer from heat stroke in the room.

Rimbaud smiled indifferently, picked up his wine glass and touched Erye Tingming, "Is the trip going well?"

Erye Tingming had to take a sip of his own wine, "It's okay, it's quite boring."

"That place in London is indeed..." Rimbaud shook his head helplessly, recalling his experience of carrying out missions in London, "It rains all day and night, and I feel like I'm going to be moldy after staying for three days."

I also feel the same about the continuous rain in London. As a book, it is normal not to like rainy days. Too much air humidity will make the pages of the book soft and moldy, and if it is worse, small mushrooms may grow.

The topic started with the weather in London, and then turned to the various "food" in Britain. Rimbaud thought that he, a Frenchman, had every reason to dislike British food. His worst mission back then was forced to cook several bowls of eel jelly. I had to praise the deliciousness with a smile on my face, and wanted to have another bowl.

Up to now, Rimbaud still turned blue when he recalled it, so he quickly took a sip of wine to suppress his shock.

After chatting here and there, Erye Tingming asked again: "Oda said you have something to give me?"

"Ah... I have something for you, and it has something to do with China." Rimbaud took out a document as if prepared, "I got it from an old friend. It should be more useful for you to hold."

Erye Tingming took it and flipped it over, and looked at Rimbaud in surprise.Rimbaud blinked at him, and chuckled as if he had successfully played a prank, "It's a pity that I went a little too early, otherwise I might have a younger brother."

What he gave to Erye Tingming was the information on the artificial supernatural body that he copied from the research institute. The birth technology of Zhongya Zhongya and Verlaine are generally similar, but the details are very different. The biggest difference is that Chuya Zhongya is indeed [-]% accurate. It is a human being, and the data records in detail Zhongyuan Zhongye's family situation and acquisition method, as well as the experimental records of cloning and replicating based on the preserved Zhongyuan Zhongye's cells.

"Human beings are really..." Erye Tingming flipped through the records and let out a voice of emotion, "...arrogant."

The gods in the Central Plains that are closely connected to the earth can be said to be a miracle born of the right time, place, people and various factors. Human technology occupies a small part of it. The experimental records also prove that the existence of "Central Plains Central" cannot be copied. Sexuality, most of the hundreds of cloning experiments only produced inhuman-shaped pieces of meat, and the embryos that were barely bred would also explode into pieces the moment they came into contact with the air, and the resulting gravity out of control killed several guards and researchers.

Rimbaud shrugged, "It's just a greedy nature."

If the researcher code-named N really succeeds in giving Zhongya an identical younger brother, he can completely rely on this technology to reach the sky in one step. Whether he joins the government or works alone, it will be a smooth road to a bright future.

Rimbaud has long seen the end of such a crazy researcher. He is a more talented researcher than N who created Verlaine's "Fun". His research on the singularity of supernatural powers is unparalleled. His technology of using codes to create supernatural bodies It has not been able to be copied so far. According to the judging criteria of Mushen, even the completion of Zhongya in the Central Plains can only be regarded as a semi-finished product.

Once the ability is liberated to the level of a transcendent, it will lose its rationality, and the matching degree between the singularity of the supernatural power and the body/body is not as good as that of Verlaine. Such maintenance sequelae.

"I made an ability suppression device for Verlaine, but he doesn't like it very much..." Rimbaud said, "If necessary, use it for Zhong Ye."

It took him a lot of effort to customize the hat as a birthday present for Verlaine. The materials are so hard to find, and not everyone can accept this kind of advanced customization. I like it and don't want it at all. Rimbaud is a little angry when he thinks about his temper.

Erye Tingming nodded, accepted Rimbaud's kindness, and said, "I'm also helping him recuperate his body. Zhongye's situation is more complicated. It involves some gods. Hell introduced it to me. A good doctor."

He said with a smile: "You can try to pray to Zhongya, he has the best effect here in Yokohama."

"That's it." Rimbaud's thoughts changed, and he understood the state of the Central Plains, "Then please help me enshrine this to the Lord God. If Verlaine comes, let him not find me so quickly."

There are candies and chocolates stuffed in Rimbaud's pockets, which are the countermeasures for the low blood sugar during the mission, but they are definitely the kind of offerings that the god cubs will like, and they will cheer when they see them.

——In Naruya at this time, Gojo Satoru was also stuffing desserts for Nakahara Chuya, and contributed his favorite edamame fresh cream mochi daifuku, chanting words to Nakahara Chuya with an unprecedented devout attitude.

"Let that pervert Mori Ogai get out of here quickly, let that pervert Mori Ogai get out of here quickly, let that pervert Mori Ogai get out of here quickly..."

"Tomorrow, no, get out of here immediately!"