Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Life is full of surprises.

Although Lan Tang was investigating the matter of the blond man and secretly sulked at his behavior, but his body was very honest, he would go to the old place to sit every now and then, his eyes full of hope, wanting to get more information from the other party, even if it was a card.

Card, he didn't get it.

But Lan Tang, who was seated, did not come in vain. The waiter in the coffee shop brought him a bouquet of lilies in full bloom in summer.

Lan Tang was slightly surprised: "This flower..."

The waiter asked Lan Tang: "Sir, didn't you book it? Your seat number is written on it."

Lan Tang changed his tune smoothly and said, "Yes, it's mine."

The waiter's next sentence brought Lan Tang's joy to the bottom.

The waiter said, "OK, sir, please pay the bill."

Lan Tang: "?"

Collect flowers by yourself... still need to check out?

Lan Tang thought it was a tip, but he understood the waiter's gaze: [The flowers were delivered by the flower shop, and the other party did not pay. 】

Lan Tang paid the fee for the florist, and when the waiter was out of sight, Lan Tang searched for the lily bouquet expressionlessly, trying to find out if there was something hidden in it—unfortunately, there was none.

Lan Tang was tired.

[Who taught this person?Are you here to piss me off? 】

In fact, Arthur Rimbaud never sent flowers to anyone. Romantic love requires money, and flowers at the end of the nineteenth century were expensive. It just so happened that he lacked such material conditions when he was in love, and his ex-boyfriend also Never sent it to myself.

He would have the idea of ​​sending flowers, but he happened to see a couple on the road doing this, and thought of himself with empty hands.He did it with the idea that he had no money but wanted to give it a try.

Arthur Rimbaud thought Lantang would be angry, and threw the bouquet away in frustration, just like his self-willed past.

That way, Arthur Rimbaud would stop his pranks.

——Pranks that are not understood by others are meaningless.

——It was the loneliest one-man show.

Once, he told his friend that he was going to burn the Louvre, and the friend immediately became furious, and preached to others that "Artille Rimbaud is a vulgar and violent person", without thinking that it was just a joke.

In the coffee shop, Lan Tang calmed down by sniffing the bouquet of flowers.

He seems to be absorbing the vitality of flowers, smoothing the tiredness in the corners of his eyes, and speaking to the "non-existent" people who seem to be hiding in the cracks of the world.

"I'm not going to get mad over a bouquet of flowers."

"Come out."

"As long as you come out and meet me, I can forget about that unpleasant morning and what happened just now..."

His lips moved slightly, so that the lip language could be transmitted out of the window.

Bathed in the sun, the young man with long curly hair who was still shivering from the cold didn't look at all like a quasi-cadre of the port mafia. The melancholy atmosphere made him more like a literary figure.

Lan Tang restrained his coldness in front of his colleagues very well, and showed his soft side as a bait.

He thought about why the other party dared to lie to himself like this.

One is that he is too impulsive and eager.

The second is that his past is the handle, and the other party has seized this handle.

Three... no three!

He will make this person pay the price, for example... Thinking of this, Lan Tang inexplicably flashed a thought.

[Let this person kneel down on the bed, cry and say sorry. 】

[It must be a beautiful scenery. 】

Lan Tang quietly covered his hot face with the scarf.

Recently, my own thoughts are too unscrupulous, and I can't even think of torturing the other party, which seriously violates his rationality.

What kind of person is that?

It will make him feel a slight colic in his heart when he touches the face, as if regretting that he cannot grow up with the other party.

Once again, Lan Tang's thinking turned a corner: 【Why do I have such thoughts?That person can't be my son. 】

Lan Tang wanted to laugh to himself.

childhood sweetheart?

childhood sweetheart?

According to the feeling he felt when touching the skin and bones, the other party was of an adult size, and the DNA test also suggested some information, and they might be playmates who grew up together.

So far, Lan Tang has only thought of this kind of childish relationship, and made a prank—to be honest, this is the first time he has encountered it.

Such a harmless prank.

Compared with the old members who ordered him to jump into the river to salvage the corpses and bully the newcomers in winter, Lan Tang felt that getting a bouquet of flowers seemed to be a pleasant surprise.

【come quickly. 】

[I'll give you a "little" reward at most. 】

Lan Tang missed each other terribly.

Wearing a human skin mask, Arthur Rimbaud, disguised as a foreign tourist, sneezed.

After several twists and turns, Arthur Rimbaud got such a human skin mask from the hands of an underground vendor. Out of the idea of ​​cherishing his "face", he would not expose himself easily, otherwise it would be too late to find the next human skin mask. What a waste of time.

Arthur Rimbaud really wanted to go out to see Lan Tang, but he also worried that Lan Tang was fishing. How credible were the words of the amnesiac?

The adult world is full of lies.

Ah!

Arthur Rimbaud said that he was no longer a naive young man, so don’t try to fool himself. If he thought that Lan Tang would let the past go, when the fellow villagers met, with tears in their eyes, he would throw his brain into the trash can—the relationship between the two is not yet Didn't get any better!

Arthur Rimbaud thought: "How did I fall in love with Verlaine?"

Only when the feelings are deeper can the tolerance be increased.

He has such experience.

Arthur Rimbaud went to recall the "long-term" memory, and it seemed that he hit it off at first sight and hooked up easily.

The pain caused by those memories was wiped away by the new world.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "Writing letters... I wrote to Verlaine, sent poetry manuscripts, Verlaine took the initiative to invite me to meet at his home... Then, he called me a genius, we drank together in Paris, together Take a walk, discuss literature together..."

Arthur Rimbaud looked at his hands.

to your literature.

He has abandoned poetry and stayed away from the literary world for a long time, and the Latin used to write poetry is not as proficient as before. The value of this language in the 21st century is far less than that at the end of the [-]th century.

"It's too troublesome." Arthur Rimbaud was distressed. Let Lan Tang recover his memory, and the favorability will increase, but he has not yet adapted to the identity of this supernatural power. Amnesia, Shuangshuang wandered abroad for eight years?

Arthur Rimbaud clapped his hands.

"I don't think so much anymore. Hanging him, but not seeing him, proves that I don't have the idea of ​​killing him, which is a preliminary show of goodwill."

"It should be a few months before he recovers his memory. The troublesome time will come when Osamu Dazai is 15 years old. However, I can't rule out that Lan Tang was stimulated to restore his memory in advance. I still have time to subtly become the king of assassination before my name is given!"

Arthur Rimbaud thought coolly: "What a big deal, I'll just say I've lost my memory, what can he do to me?"

Sometimes a lie depends on who tells it.

It is common sense to see through but not tell through!

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As long as Lan Tang is reluctant to let Paul Verlaine run away in anger, Lan Tang must believe his nonsense.

Arthur Rimbaud once again noticed the interesting thing about Lantang. He obviously had such a powerful force and the determination to risk his life to complete the task, but he overturned in the hands of his partner.

"Where are we going now? Rantang's villa? Dazai Osamu's container? The Saibo Street where Chuya Nakahara is located?"

Arthur Rimbaud had a wild imagination.

He walked alone in Yokohama, seeing the city with the eyes of a tourist, and when he stepped into a hat shop, he would try on a round felt hat.In fact, he is a person who likes to buy hats, but in this world, black hats have another meaning.

Many years after the war, there are more Europeans in Yokohama than Arthur Rimbaud imagined. After a little inquiry, Arthur Rimbaud knew this place from an African businessman with his fluent foreign language and social skills. The warlords of many countries are stationed here, with chaotic factions and constant struggles. It is a veritable "Magic City".

Arthur Rimbaud sympathized with the people of Yokohama for a second, no more, and explored it as if it were a treasure trove.

Playing crazy and tired, he was covered in dust, and he thought of the white suit he had folded and left in a storage place.

He is not suitable to be a refined and elegant person.

Perhaps, he has been cynical from the very beginning, and it has something to do with his resistance to the aristocratic class. After he has money, he doesn't like to live like an aristocrat. Isn't it happy to lick his fingers and eat pizza?

Through the ability of gravity, Arthur Rimbaud is like a free bird, an unimpeded fish, and found a lot of daily necessities in every corner of Yokohama City.

As expected of a port city!

Corpse... Bah, there are so many gold, silver and jewels!

At the pizzeria, Arthur Rimbaud was feasting again, only to have an Oscar-winner come to dinner with him.

"cheers."

Arthur Rimbaud raised the fat house happy water to the empty seats.

His smile was hearty, as if he was talking to someone.

There are many people in front of him, there are family members, teachers, friends, ex-boyfriends who have been in love with each other, and people who are jealous of him...

However, in the end he had nothing.

Forming new relationships does not happen overnight.

Before that, he had to endure loneliness and learn to walk alone in a dangerous world.This is fair, this time, he gained the power to act recklessly, overriding the secular rights, and after the arrest warrant is revoked, he can show his true face and play.

At night, Lan Tang works in the port mafia, expressing his loyalty to the new leader, while in his luxurious villa——

A figure came out of the bathroom barefoot, the moisture diffused from the toes and wet the floor.He kicked away the scattered clothes, glanced at the shattered surveillance cameras, landed on his toes, jumped forward, and fell comfortably on Lan Tang's big bed.

Under the moonlight, youth is like a soft bow.

"Gravity induction wave is really easy to use..."

After Arthur Rimbaud stretched his limbs and activated the branch skill of gravity, he happily occupied Lan Tang's territory.

It's horrible.

Why would anyone install surveillance cameras in their bedrooms?

Fortunately, he found out ahead of time!

Arthur Rimbaud destroyed the surveillance camera in Lan Tang's room, rolled on the bed, and the blonde hair wet the other's pillow.

He is a person with a strong learning ability, and it is normal to describe him as a genius. The longer the time, he refers to the original story and physics, and the faster he understands and develops gravity.

In order to take a shortcut, he really wanted to get the memory of Paul Verlaine by the way, but unfortunately he got nothing. There is no memory of the second person in his brain, and there is no killer experience in his muscle memory. He seems to have occupied this new identity out of thin air.

Arthur Rimbaud was in a large font, face down, buried in the quilt, and anyone who saw it would twitch the corners of their eyes.

How can such a beauty under the moon with a charming back and seduce people to commit crimes be so casual, completely disregarding her own image.It can only be said that Arthur Rimbaud is used to his good skin, and in another world, he can still spoil himself as he likes.

During the day, Lan Tang came back to rest.

He first paused for the traces of the second person in the bedroom, then checked the surveillance records and found nothing, closed the curtains, blocked the broken glass window, and went to bed helplessly.

Surveillance failed.

Very violent, like a large beast with amazing lethality.

Other than that, I didn't encounter any danger, on the contrary, it seemed that the other party was careless and I was too cautious.

"The ability is very special. It can actually detect the location of the surveillance camera in my room in advance."

Lan Tang commented on the other party's burglary behavior, his eyes drifted involuntarily to the disturbed bed.He took off his coat and snow boots, put his arms around his shoulders, and gave himself a reason: "I definitely don't underestimate the enemy, I'm just too cold—I want to rest."

Lan Tang shivered and got into the bed, curled up in the bed where the remaining warmth of the other party remained, resisting the invasion of cold air, and greedily absorbing the breath left by that person.

"It's terrible." Lan Tang whispered, "This kind of behavior... Could it be that I had some quirks before I lost my memory?"

Lan Tang pinned the blame on his past self.

Rubbing his cheek against the pillow, Lan Tang was stunned, "The pillow is damp, don't you know how to wipe your hair?"

For some reason, Lan Tang thought that not only did he not wipe his hair, but he probably slept all night without clothes on.

"This way...you'll catch a cold."

"Paul."

A name spit out unconsciously from his mouth.

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