[Wen Ye] Miss Nakahara's Revenge

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Thanks to the reader "Lucy Road", irrigation nutrient solution, thank you thank you~~~~

Hmm... I actually wrote this... I made a plate of dumplings for vinegar_(:з)∠)_, roughly because I wanted to write about the 16-year-old change in the relationship between the two, plus there are 16 years old before and after the text, so I started writing this derivative imagination fragment attached to stormbringer in the extra episode.Ah, it doesn't matter, anyway, this thing likes to generate electricity, so of course it's what I like to write!

There are some descriptions of Wei Lan's personal understanding, and I would like to inform you here that I don't like to skip _(:з)∠)_.

Verlaine's personal interpretation of the "cry of the soul" in the fragment is that the supernatural power is captured by humans and forcibly imposed on innocent people. The common voice of the human soul and supernatural power is the one in N's laboratory The same body of Zhongye who was killed also had a similar voice-based on this, I think the "human form" also has a soul.

And since Stormbringer knew that Rimbaud had turned into a supernatural body and waited for Verlaine in Yokohama for a year, then of course he must have watched the moment Wei Ge set foot on this land again.

(One)

On a quiet night in early spring, Verlaine stepped off the stowaway boat and set foot on the land of Yokohama again.

The tall, blond young man wore an old black hat and a white suit, which made him look like he was wearing moonlight.

He likes this way of travel: drifting alone on the sea in a ship, rickety.The environment of the waves beating against the cabin is similar to his own dreamland, a dark dreamless environment.

He imagined himself to be a lonely whale in the sea, with no similar kind, no existence that could resonate, just like that alone in the eternal darkness, until the end of eternity.

But he knew he wasn't completely alone.

In this land called Yokohama, there are his kind.

Nine years ago, Verlaine met Chuya Zhongyuan for the first time.

The child curled up in the laboratory's ecological balance device is unconsciously suspended in the liquid. From the neck to the spine, her body is connected with countless infusion tubes and strings. The orange-red hair is too bright in color, and the child's eyes are slightly With his eyes open, the godless azure couldn't even tell whether this individual had independent consciousness.

"Girl?" I remember Rimbaud muttering in surprise at that time, and the black-haired young man seemed a little surprised and troubled by this abnormal situation beyond intelligence.But immediately, he returned to the way Verlaine is most familiar with—a calm and rational European spy, "Paul, there is no time to delay, we have to bring her out first."They worked together to open the experimental device, and took Experiment A-No. [-] out of the device.Rimbaud took off his coat and put it on the experimental subject who was still a child, and handed it over to Verlaine to lead the two to evacuate together.

This is their main purpose of coming to the Far East in the raging flames of war - to destroy the ongoing "Desolation and Spit" plan of the enemy's Far East military, to recover the successful experimental body they are about to complete, and to bring it back to France, just like four years Rimbaud destroyed the "Fun" plan and took Verlaine away.

It should be so.

"Nine years have passed in a blink of an eye, and time flies." Verlaine stood on the tower crane in the harbor, and his eyes rested on the hemispherical deep pit in the concession peninsula that almost occupied most of the peninsula - where he and his partner used to be. The underground research institute that Rimbaud invaded is located.

While leaving there, the two people who were supposed to be close and trust each other had disagreements over the fate of the "Huangbatu" experimental product.

Because, his partner Rimbaud doesn't understand what cruelty is—

"I am human." This sentence was the greatest cruelty to him and the experimental subject he rescued this time.

To tell a human form of 2383 lines of code what she really is is cruel, to tell her that she was not born because of the blessing of the gods is cruel.

Their birth stemmed from a deception of supernatural powers by humans. No one expected their birth. From the very beginning, they were accompanied by endless darkness and loneliness.

The more the so-called freedom of being a "person" is emphasized, the more profound the damage will be.

What is the difference between the words "looks like a human" and "looks like a frog" in human form?

But Rimbaud didn't understand.

He tried to hope that he could become a "human being" and have the freedom of a human being. He gave himself a hat, hoping that Verlaine could take it a step further and have the right to choose.

But how can a different kind become a human being.

Verlaine himself has no choice, but his young peers still have the right to choose. She should not accept the fate of being told the cruel truth prematurely like herself.

He wants to save another "self".

With this in mind, Verlaine raised his gun to his partner, and said sorry tremblingly and desperately.

After the gunshot, Rimbaud fired a golden sub-cube from his palm, and the golden sub-space covered the streets and alleys.They fought fiercely, and during the battle, perhaps it was because of Attil's mistake in reading instructions——

"Huang Ba Tu" let out the first cry of His birth.

The black flames, scorching torrents, swallowed the earth and burned the sky in an instant, and burned everything around them. It was his little fellow who created all of this.

She was also lonely and suffering. During that catastrophe, after the "door" opened, Verlaine heard the lonely cry of the other party's soul.

After the huge disaster, he separated from his partner, until a year ago, he heard the news that the other party died in the Far East in Europe.

Arthur Rimbaud died in the Far East.

This news made Verlaine feel disappointed. Although he thought that he had regarded the other party as a dead person as early as the moment he raised his gun at the other party, but...

Such news still made him feel unspeakably sad and empty, so that when he came to his senses, he was already in Yokohama and took away the other party's hat as a relic.

"I'll take you away." Verlaine pressed his hat and said to himself, "After being late for a year, Chuya Central Plains, only human souls can control supernatural powers. Based on this theory, we are constructed It came out, and at most 2383 lines of code formed a human form, arrogant humans tried to deceive the supernatural power, this is me, and you."

"I will cut the ropes that bind you one by one, just like cutting the strings of a puppet, and I will give you real freedom. After that, the two of us will embark on a journey together."

"This is the freedom I give you."

Behind him, someone seemed to let out an inaudible sigh in the wind.

In the darkness, something tried to gather the shadows, that "existence" tried hard to touch the corner of Verlaine's clothes, but quickly dispersed before touching the opponent.

(two)

It all started with a fire in a forest somewhere in the Far East.When I heard a report from my subordinates that a passenger plane belonging to West European Airlines crashed in the forest, but it was strange that there was only one person on board and survived this bizarre incident, even Osamu Dazai could not immediately connect it with the upcoming Yokohama. associated with the storm.

"Come from Europe. Even if it's weird, it has nothing to do with us. At most, it's something that the Supernatural Secret Service needs to care about." He hung up the phone after saying this, feeling a little uneasy.

Osamu Dazai decided to blame it all on some slug's fault—because Nakahara Nakahara joined PortMafia for about a year, and several other people in her YMCA were secretly busy planning a surprise for her.

Although it is done in private, without the knowledge of the leader, it will always occupy a certain amount of personal time. It is natural that the time allocated to work by these young elites will be correspondingly reduced.Those five people are the young backbones of the organization, and it should be impossible to hide the reduction in work efficiency at the same time, but Osamu Dazai wanted to see the expressions of the leader and Nakahara Chuya at that time, so he also found a way to quietly face the leader. Concealing this information is an additional concealment work for him, and as a result, his workload at hand has increased for no reason...

So anyway, it’s Zhongyuan Zhongya’s fault. Those people from the YMCA spent so much time and effort, it’s not as good as their own arrangement last year: dig a big hole on the side of her celebration cake table and fill it with grains to let her fall...

But I don't know if Zhongyuan Zhongya will cry at that time, ha, crying little man, that must be a famous scene that is worthless.

Osamu Dazai, who was so thinking about the future fun, was walking on the road to PortMafia, the sky was not bright in the early morning, and the street lights illuminated the road pale, but he saw the blond man waiting patiently by the street lights.

"It's our first meeting, Dazai-kun. Although I don't think we will have more chances to meet, I still need to introduce myself out of courtesy..." The man was playing with a cross carved from birch wood.

Osamu Dazai looked at each other at the same level, and he said in a calm tone: "You are Paul Verlaine, I think if I were you, I might not draw conclusions so early, after you listen to my next reason."

"It seems that you know me, is it a dying struggle before dying?" Verlaine smiled kindly and tolerantly.

"No, this is a proposal from the heart, which is beneficial to you." Dazai Osamu's tone remained unchanged, and the boy raised his head slightly, showing him the deepest darkness in his eyes.

What is it like to have a brush with death?

Will you be happy for the rest of your life?Will you be eager to do what you regret not having done?

The answer given by Osamu Dazai, who has tried countless times to die in the past, is: regret and boredom, he wants to embrace death and get away from this decadent world where there is no need for existence.

But it doesn't mean that he wants to be killed in pain. Although the other party promised to let him die without pain, but looking at the other party's face similar to Zhong Yuanzhong's, he felt that there was no guarantee for the other party's words—everything The supernatural powers had no effect on him, and Nakahara Chuya's kick almost broke his ribs, and the pain was terribly painful.

So for the first time, he deceived the assassins from afar with false promises.

Using "provide PortMafia's internal information" as a bait, after negotiating with Paul Verlaine, the "Black No. 12" in Rimbaud's diary, he got two days.

Two days, 48 ​​hours, seems to be a long time, but it is carefully divided and used precisely but every minute and every second must be carefully calculated, so the boy's footsteps bring a certain kind of heaviness.

"That's the way it is, Mr. Mori." Standing in the chief's office, Osamu Dazai told the chief in front of him in a tone like an announcement: "The sword of Damocles hanging above your head is crumbling, as for whether you believe it or not... ..."

"Is there any reason not to believe it? Dazai-kun, we have been preparing for this day for nearly a year." Mori Omi folded his hands and looked at the sunset that was about to fall outside the window. The bloody setting sun indicated that this land was about to burn It may even be a more thorough incineration than the "Huang Ba Tu" incident nine years ago.

"——So my answer is, do it, I will give you full authority, let this organization act thoroughly, to mobilize all the manpower and material resources you think you need, and let those people show all your judgments and plans , Dazai-kun, this is a war between our organization, before the final arrival."

Osamu Dazai, who got this promise, walked out silently. Having obtained permission, he had countless plans to conceive and realize, but for a moment, just a moment, his heartstrings moved slightly.

——It seems that every anniversary, Zhong Ye is very unfortunate.

Last year it was Rimbaud, this year it was Verlaine.

Her luck is too bad.

(three)

Nakahara Chuuya

The name means something.

Zhong Yuanzhong also often thinks about this problem. Her life experience is only nine years, but she seems to be endowed with some knowledge. For example, she can speak from the beginning, and she "knows "My name, I heard that when Shirase Yuxing and the others picked him up, he also had an iron plate that could identify him, and similar letters were engraved on the metal plate that was severely worn and almost melted.

What is her past?She is an experimental subject of the military. Before that, is she a human or an artificial personality? Will she have parents and relatives? Does she have evidence of being a "human"? This is what she has worked hard for in the past year since she joined PortMafia power.

All the information about these is in the hands of the leader, and only the authority of the cadres can be retrieved.

For this reason, she is willing to accept all the arrangements of the organization and accumulate qualifications, whether it is carrying a chocker with a positioning chip, or accepting surveillance from the "Youth Association".

Yes, the pianist, the dumb bird, the surgeon, the cold-blooded, the public relations officer, they are the watchers, no one needs to hint this, Chuya Nakahara knows it himself,

But then what?

She doesn't care, since she gets along with them happily and each has their own needs, so it doesn't matter whether the original intention of everything is ulterior motive or not.

But Zhong Yuanzhong didn't expect that they would unite to investigate her life experience for her,

Five PortMafia partners, working together to do things against the orders of the leader.

In the "Old World" bar, she stared blankly at the photo in her hand: the photo was taken somewhere on the coast, and there was also a young man among the children in the sackcloth kimono.The two held hands and looked in the direction of the photographer.

Such a photo was finally obtained after five people went through twists and turns.

"In ancient Rome, there was only one reason to fly the flag. It was to tell everyone. 'Here we are, one of the chosen one' - when any of the six of us were in crisis, the flag will come to mind and bring us together ... I'm looking forward to something like that."

This is another name of the Youth Association—the Banner Club. The pianist spent three months thinking about the name of their small group. He wanted to pass on this belief and blessings beyond belief to her.

"Chuya, congratulations on the first anniversary of joining the mafia." They said to her.

At that time, she must have shown some kind of stupid expression of being at a loss.

(four)

"This machine is the first self-thinking computer created by supernatural engineer: Dr. Wollstone Krakoff - Adam Frankenstein. The purpose of this machine is to arrest the assassin who tried to kill you The assassin... the name of the assassin is Verlaine, Paul Verlaine."

"Are you joking? Verlaine is dead, Rimbaud said it himself."

Such a dialogue took place between Adam and Chuya Nakahara.

It is not difficult to find the target person in the "Old World" bar. Ms. Nakahara Chuya's physical characteristics are completely different from the other five people. The difference between men and women, well, this is obvious. This machine can clearly distinguish them, but they The way of hospitality is very distinctive, the supernatural trap of five people working together, um, a little difficult to deal with the first meeting, is this the characteristic etiquette of the Far East Mafia?

"The name of this machine is Adam. It is an artificial intelligence investigator who was secretly sent to this country to investigate. He likes to eat chestnuts and grass fruits, and hates the metal detectors at the airport security checkpoint. The dream is to set up a criminal police composed of machine detectives. Institutions, using the excellent search capabilities of machines to protect human beings."

"But Ms. Nakahara Chuya doesn't seem to like this machine's protection. The money and travel proposals made by this machine have been rejected. Could it be because the young lady in front of me is as young as her mental age? category……"

"If you say this again, I'm going to put you in the trash can! Absolutely! I'm only in the growth period, and I'm still in the growth period!!! You are a toy boy who can only tell mechanical jokes!" He was taken away In the bar, the impatient orange-haired girl threatened viciously. She put down the cell phone she was talking to the pianist, breathed out, and said to herself, "Forget it, why am I telling you this?"

The other five members of the YMCA were called away by the liaison officer of the organization. Zhongyuanzhong was also thinking about what was going on, and was going to go to the bar—at least he should clean up the bar before they finished their work. She has no extra work for the time being, so she can tell them not to get drunk at night, er, it seems that according to Dumbbird, her wine quality is a bit bad?Ha, how is it possible~ He must be slandering her!

she thought so.

"According to scientific criteria, women's physical development is generally around the age of fourteen or fifteen. Although there is a saying of secondary puberty..." Adam still followed him everywhere.

"Ah, shut up! Otherwise, I will really stuff you into the trash can, bastard!"

(Fives)

If, if time can go back to the moment before the phone call.

If she hadn't been taken away by Adam,

in case……

"I will assassinate everyone who is related to your heart." Verlaine who suddenly appeared in front of her and pretended to be a "messenger" declared so.

"You need time to choose, to worry, to experience, Zhongye. However, in the end, you will still act according to what I said, because you and I are the same."

"my little sister."

When curled up and fell to the ground, there was only one thought in the Central Plains, why, it happened like this...

Not long ago, the "door" was opened, driven by Verlaine, the anomaly that had always existed in her body opened her eyes, and in just 0.3 seconds, everything within a certain distance around her was gone. Swallowed up by gravity, not destroyed, nor dissolved, those just disappeared, as if absorbed by a black hole.

Just like the disaster that caused Radium Street nine years ago.

As the price for opening the "door", her consciousness was thinned, pain, only pain,

Everything around is abnormally suspended.

Using a force beyond the range with a normal body, the price is extreme pain, the skin seems to be split inch by inch, the eyes are useless, and the internal organs are broken... But that's not all of her thoughts, her thoughts are stuck in seeing the dead body of the public relations officer At that moment, and what she wanted to know, was what happened to the other four members of the YMCA now...

"It's not good, Chuya, can't you just die?"

"Dazai..."

A hand wrapped in a bandage pulled her up, and the pain on her body, as well as the surrounding abnormalities caused by her abilities, all disappeared.

Before Osamu Dazai carried her on his back to the "Old World" bar, the girl struggled to get up, and she staggered towards the bar, which made Osamu Dazai stunned for a moment.

After experiencing such cruelty, do you still have the strength to walk?

but……

The black-haired, kite-eyed boy turned and left without a sound. His expression was still calm, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, because all this was unavoidable. It was doomed from the moment Verlaine arrived, and it was also something that the Central Plains had to face.

But, that's probably the real cruelty,

There, what she was about to see, was the real, inescapable... hell.

There seemed to be a sound behind him.

Beyond the scope of ordinary people, it is like the belief is destroyed, the precious things are torn apart,

The cry of the soul.

Dazai did not stop.

—so he said,

Every anniversary of Zhongye in the Central Plains seems to be terrible.