Cos Verlaine's I crossed

I have crossed twice.

The first time he stumbled and fell into the sea, and came to the 21st century, and the second time was even more amazing, traveling to a parallel time and space with different abilities.

I turned into the "Assassination King" Paul Verlaine.

Is this my parallel space-time counterpart?

He betrayed France, he betrayed his partner, but I don't want to be that kind of person, so I have to find a way to reverse my fate.

Hey, Lan Tang, inherit our fate.

— Arthur Rimbaud.

……

Eight in the morning.

In the morning after the rainstorm, the sun slanted into the gap between the curtains early.

The living room was quiet.

There are strange marks on the tea table and carpet placed there.

Two retro court-style French sofas were assembled into a temporary bed, and several lumbar pillows were stacked in one direction to serve as pillows. On the waist and abdomen.

Amnesia for eight years, homesickness became sick.

The sorrow and depression accumulated in the bottom of my heart were relieved.

After Lan Tang's consciousness returned, he was still unwilling to open his eyes, his eye sockets were slightly sunken, and he was a little tired, and he couldn't return to the best mental state in a short time.Long fluffy curly hair coiled around his neck and collarbone, like the tip of a mermaid's tail.

He has not slept so comfortably for a long time, his body has been deeply relaxed, and every muscle has been "fighting" heartily.He and that person are like a natural pair, they fit together physically and mentally, they can't extricate themselves from the first taste of love, they can't tell who is active and who is passive, when their lips and teeth touch, they can't wait to swallow each other into their stomachs.

He never thought that he would absurdly have sex with a man he couldn't see clearly, but the reality had already happened, and he felt like someone who fell in love when he heard the other person's voice.

Lan Tang felt great satisfaction.

It was not so cold for the first time.

That person... is so warm, don't let him go too far on this point, he reluctantly forgave him, anyway, his criteria for choosing a mate is someone who can warm him.

Lan Tang, a quasi-manager of the port mafia and an amnesiac, gradually became sober, and he wanted to communicate with that person a lot in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, hey, there was no one around.

Lan Tang's brain suddenly woke up.

"What about people?"

Lan Tang sat up suddenly, the blanket that kept him warm slipped to the floor, he saw himself sleeping alone in the middle of the two sofas, and the person he slept with "turned into" two pillows.

Where did the other party go so early?

Lan Tang didn't give up, picked up the clothes on the ground, wrapped them up in a hurry, and went upstairs to find someone in the villa with one foot deep and one foot shallow.Not to mention anything else, that person's physical strength is very good, and he has received sufficient force training at first glance, and the two of them entangled for the whole night.

The doors of each room were pushed open by Lan Tang one after another, including the kitchen and the bathroom, all of which were checked, but found nothing. The other party did not go upstairs to take a shower after doing that.

This is not reasonable.

Unless the other party is in a hurry to run away, they don't want to stay longer.

After Lan Tang analyzed it, his rationality came online, and his complexion became as colorful as if a dyeing workshop had been opened.

The point is - he didn't see the other person's face!

Resisting the feeling of being deceived, Lan Tang opened the curtains, and ran to the sofa to search for "residues" without saying a word.

He deliberately pulled the other person's hair last night. That person had long hair, braided, and the hair rope was pulled off by himself, and it smelled like apple-flavored shampoo after it fell apart.

In the crevice of the sofa, he found a hair that was not his own. You must know that no one else has rested here.

Lan Tang put the strands of hair in front of his eyes, and took a closer look.

This hair is very special, the root of the hair is golden, and the end of the hair is translucent light golden.

"blond!"

The man who slept with him was a blond man.

Lan Tang thought hard: "He has blond hair..." A shattered image flashed before his eyes, "Maybe he has blond hair and blue eyes."

When Lan Tang thought of his past work, he would always subconsciously pay attention to the European man with blond hair and blue eyes.Every moment he passed by, he would look back, trying to grasp the corner of fate's clothes in vain, and was disappointed after seeing the other person's appearance.

He can guarantee that the person he is looking for is extraordinary, either has a special mark on his body, or is a type of shock at a glance.

This is not only a habit after amnesia, but also an "important reminder" given to him by some kind of sixth sense.

find him!

see him!

catch him!

My memory will definitely wake up!

Lan Tang looked thoughtful, held the precious blond hair in his palm, and vowed to find out the origin of the other party.This person was not too careful, leaving such critical body information here.

"Are you the one I want to remember?" Lan Tang guessed, "Are you afraid that I will see you? Don't want me to see your face?"

"You... don't want me to recover my memory..."

Lan Tang lowered his head.

He looked at the collar of the crumpled shirt, and there was an ambiguous red mark on his chest.

Did that person slip away with a guilty conscience or on purpose?

In the empty villa, the golden light of the "color painting book" flashed, and a part-time worker with a broom appeared in the subspace.Under Lantang's order, the part-time workers went to clean up with a face full of resignation, and wiped away those traces, who let the dead have no human rights.

Lan Tang sealed up the evidence that should be kept, and after washing up, he couldn't wait to run out to investigate that person.

Through underground channels, Lan Tang obtained basic information about the "blond man".

"This is a blond-haired white male. The DNA information contains the ethnic characteristics of Gauls and Germans. He is in good health. He is between the ages of 20 and 30. No genetic diseases have been detected for the time being. The frequency of recent sexual life is relatively low. Through the comparison of the entered DNA information, there is no eligible person in Japan."

The Germanic features are clearly blond, blue-eyed, fair-skinned, and tend to be straight rather than curly.

The opponent's image became clearer and more three-dimensional.

Lan Tang and him seem to be separated by a layer of fog, and they are about to leave.

Lan Tang pays attention to the details of the information, and is extra cautious when taking back the items. He is unwilling to leak the other party's body information for his own sake, causing the other party to be used by criminals.

Back in the office, Lan Tang wore a winter suit, hiding his skin tightly.

Instead of channeling the soreness to the tail of his spine, he would occasionally shift his sitting position to reduce the pinprick-like pain.

No one in the port mafia knows that their 27-year-old would-be cadres are swaying their imaginations, and they can't get back to normal.

Lan Tang touched his lower lip with his glove, "He kissed me like he was kissing a sweet lover."

"So soft...and sad."

"What happened between us..."

Afterwards, Lantang investigated foreigners in Yokohama City while working to catch fish, bribed hackers, and actively checked and monitored.His focus is on the blond French male!The most typical mixed blood of Gauls and Germans is the French!

On the other side, Arthur Rimbaud occupied the new "empty house" and became an uninvited guest.

Here is a container that few people care about. The exterior is dilapidated, and the interior has been artificially transformed into a safe house suitable for living.

The owner is not there, and outsiders enter decisively.

Arthur Rimbaud lay on the bed of the container, with his legs crossed, without feeling guilty, reminiscing about the first ecstasy of indulgence after time travel.

In the darkness that no one needs to hide, he regards Lan Tang as his ex-boyfriend, and Lan Tang regards him as Paul Verlaine, confusing their feelings.Those past loves and hatreds that should have been brought to the grave were ignited all at once, turning into wild flames and sweeping across the soul!

"We met again."

"This time, you didn't get married and have children, and I didn't travel far to Africa. We can have a new start in another place, just like when I met you when I was 17..."

"At the age of 17, I don't care about anything... A beautiful evening, coffee house, cups intertwined, lights and shadows flickering with noise! ​​I don't care about anything, I don't take it seriously, I just want to go for a walk with you in the linden woods, go Look at the fields, look at the tops of the mountains, catch the sun on the far horizon."

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Arthur Rimbaud recited some poems he thought he had forgotten, praising the carefree 17-year-old.

The story of more than ten years ago seems like yesterday in front of my eyes.

If it hadn't been for that gunshot—

They may not go to strangers.

You cherished my memory all my life, and you are still one with me in another world.

"Is this a choice between you and me?"

In this world of refraction of soul and work, there is no... Matilda.

We are not bound by the world...

……

Osamu Dazai tied himself to a chair as usual, put a time bomb, and after tossing Mori Ogai, he left the weak Dr. Mori and went to the container.

He found a good spot near a waste disposal plant.

Satisfied his hobby of staying away from the crowd.

Pushing the door open, Osamu Dazai's expression changed slightly, and he saw that the container he had assembled had been invaded by someone else, and the sheets showed signs of sleeping.

He looked at the table again.

A whole pizza and a bag of eaten food waste were left there, apparently sneaking in for a day while he was away.

There is a place where you can throw garbage outside the door, the other party is too lazy.

[Please, kid. 】

"whispering sound."

Osamu Dazai picked up the pasted note and read the insincere words on it.

He opened the pizza box, and what he saw was a slightly warm seafood pizza. He didn't worry about being poisoned, so he stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

"Guys who like to eat junk food, do you have no place to live like me?"

"I'll let you go."

The homeless communicated silently with the homeless.

If you don't meet, you won't get married.

Osamu Dazai made the bed, climbed up, and fell asleep in solitude. A place he didn't see—right above the container, sat a blond man.

Arthur Rimbaud swayed his legs, looked at the starry sky, and felt the magic of the world.

The way he predicted Osamu Dazai's coming was very convenient.

Aiming at the ground - releasing gravity detection waves in a large area.

When Dazai Osamu's supernatural ability "Disqualification in the World" appeared and gravity disappeared, he knew that he had to get up to avoid the boy who ran back.When Osamu Dazai goes out, this is his landing place again, and the two of them can be perfectly staggered.

Good container.

Everyone is a wild animal, so there is no need to dislike each other.

Arthur Rimbaud thought: "Of course, I prefer to live in a villa."

Who made him afraid that Lan Tang would be angry.

At present, in terms of strength, he is not sure how to escape in front of the furious Lan Tang, and no one knows what kind of strength Lan Tang will use beyond the specification in order to catch him.

The upper limit of the "color painting collection" is still a mystery.

Arthur Rimbaud decided to be careful, not to be too arrogant, to restore the strength of the "Assassin King" as soon as possible, and improve his proficiency in gravity manipulation. He remembered Paul Verlaine trembling when he decided to betray his partner in the original book?

hold on.

Next time I will go to Cenglantang's villa.

He wants to drink Lantang's wine, read Lantang's books, sleep with Lantang's people, and practice "partner love" to the end!

In this life, he will travel all over the world and become more free and powerful!

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At the age of 17, I don't care about anything... A beautiful evening, coffee house, cups intertwined, light and shadow flickering with noise!

This content comes from the poems of three-dimensional Arthur Rimbaud.