Cos Verlaine's I crossed

On the streets of Yokohama, pizzerias are open.

Ever since Osamu Dazai said that, Rantang couldn't help taking a look when he passed by the most popular pizza shop in the city.

The decoration of pizzerias is generally brightly colored and eye-catching, suitable for the fast-food era where the pace of life is accelerating day by day. The pizzas of various flavors in the advertisements highlight the characteristics of the ingredients.

Most of the diners are teenagers with spare cash, followed by parents with children.

First, pizza is generally more expensive than burgers, and the production process is troublesome.

Second, the Japanese are used to a light diet, and their tastes are not easy to change. Senior Japanese would rather go to a tea ceremony house than eat these high-calorie, high-fat foods.

Only the Japanese in their teens are easy to accept new things and chase after these things that have been handed down from the West.

Through the clean glass windows, Lan Tang could see those young people who didn't like to exercise, as if turning the pressure of life into appetite.

These diners are usually dressed in casual clothes, with a pair of sneakers that are not so brand new, but they can recognize the brand. Occasionally, one or two typical otaku are eating and drinking, obese, do not know moderation, and indulge in the taste of cola and pizza happy.

In this kind of pizzeria, basically there will be no high-end styles of suits and leather shoes, elegant gentlemen, such as people like Hirotsu Yanan in Black Lizard, even if they have pizza, they will only go to high-end western restaurants.

With some hope, Lan Tang looked around at the appearance and temperament of the diners, and gave up looking.

Lan Tang denied his absurd idea, and for a moment, he thought Dazai Osamu was reminding him that that person was in the pizzeria, mingling with the group of diners who were munching on pizza.

"It's impossible for that person to be here." Lan Tang was vaguely certain, and speculated subconsciously, "He should be well-dressed and have an extraordinary temperament, just like the cello in the European concert hall and the shamisen in the streets of Japan, he is incompatible with these diners."

Lan Tang found more information and left happily.

The more unique, the easier it is to find the representative. He didn't believe that person could keep hiding it—as long as the person stayed in Yokohama!

In the pizzeria that Lan Tang didn't want to step into, a diner stuffed the pizza with his left hand and grilled chicken wings with his right hand, and dropped the chicken bone in two or three strokes.His eating appearance is not ugly, but his laziness in using a knife and fork makes him almost the same as the young people around him.

A person who loves pizza naturally wants to eat it with his hands!

Arthur Rimbaud burped.

He didn't wear gloves, and he licked the cheese on his fingertips. What should have been a sexual act became ordinary because of the human skin mask. He was much more down-to-earth than the "King of Assassinations" Paul Verlaine.

"Just now there seemed to be a person staying outside, like Lan Tang?"

Arthur Rimbaud did not neglect to observe his surroundings. He was a wanted criminal, and he could easily kill himself if he relaxed his vigilance.

"If he recognized me, he would definitely come in. Since he didn't say hello to me, it means he was hesitating outside." Arthur Rimbaud thought, "Is he attracted by pizza?"

Everyone bears the name of "Rimbaud", no matter what kind of soul is under the skin, maybe the common interest will be the same?

After paying the bill, Arthur Rimbaud didn't go to bring Lan Tang the most delicious pizza in his mind. He deeply understood that improving his strength was the most important thing before teasing Lan Tang.

The waters of Yokohama became Arthur Rimbaud's territory.

He can't destroy it at will on land, but at the bottom of the sea, he can use the power of sea water to hide himself and exercise gravity.

In the depths of the sea, there is a figure walking freely, unimpeded, playing with the fish, and walking with the whales, listening to the sound of the sea that mortals can't meet.

He disturbed the sea water childishly, forming a huge vortex in the shape of a skull face, like a ghostly face on the sea, frightened the passing ships, and even alarmed the Japan Meteorological Agency, mistakenly thinking that there was a natural disaster .

As his control over gravitational abilities increased day by day, his speed in the sea became faster and faster.

Using gravity to reach the speed of sound is only a matter of time.

"Hahaha - it's so much fun!"

On the surface of the sea, the blond god broke through several feet of water waves, and walked on the waves at such a fast speed that an incredible white line was formed on the sea.After a while, he stopped, the sunlight refracted on his snow-white skin, as if covered with a layer of faint golden light, intertwined with the dark red supernatural power.

Arthur Rimbaud laughed heartily in the solitude of the world.

"Is this the world of superhumans?"

One month after crossing, he finally used gravity as instinctively, and successfully broke the sound barrier. There was a thunderous sound around him, as if nature applauded him.

With a human body, he has achieved inhuman actions, and his strength is top-notch in the world of people with supernatural abilities.

Transcenders, dozens of people all over the world!

Bathed in the beauty of freedom, Artille Rimbaud let go of many knots in his heart. Those unhappy past events can all be shattered by gravity.He has a cheerful smile on his face, with an innate sense of agility. He has a free and easy temperament, but it gives people a sense of sweetness from the heart. There are salt particles after the seawater evaporates on his cheeks, adding to his handsome appearance. A sense of savagery.

At this time, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya were 15 years old one after another, and the plot of the third season of "Bungo Stray Dogs" was not far away.

For a long time, Arthur Rimbaud, who avoided Lan Tang, could meet his "partner" with confidence and boldly, without hanging on to each other.

He is confident that he has the means to deal with "color painting collection".

Under gravity, speed is king, and space can also be distorted!

Before Arthur Rimbaud returned to Yokohama, he looked far away at the large sea city "Standard Island" floating on the Pacific Ocean. The bustling and man-made modern buildings are the site of a top powerhouse. Next time you have a chance, you can to travel.

"Slip away, it's not good to be monitored."

Arthur Rimbaud plunged into the sea and turned into a free fish, away from the island guarded by Jules Verne.

On the standard island, Jules Verne seemed to sense that there was a thing that came and left in the sea area under his control.

"Submarine?"

Jules Verne did not dwell on it.

Just leave, he is indifferent to the creatures that don't go to the island.

Yokohama, Japan entered the hot summer in July, and the office where Lan Tang stayed became a place that all the staff didn't want to go to - no one wanted to go in and experience the heating!

Lan Tang felt very depressed. After investigating for so long, let alone the identity of the blond man, the only thing he got was a hand-drawn drawing based on the blond man that passers-by had seen.

Lan Tang picked up the face sketch in his hand and stared at it for a few minutes. It was really difficult for passers-by to describe the appearance.

"That European man is so handsome, even though he only saw it once, he is the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life."

"The blond hair is braided below the shoulders for a complex look, with a double braid on the forehead and temples."

"It's a man like a god!"

"It's brilliant, it's dazzling, and the skin is too white to hide."

"I can't remember what he looks like. He is probably a European and American star. I really want to see his movie."

This face sketch shows a European man with profound features, very handsome. Lan Tang can't guarantee how high the specific similarity is. The only thing that can be sure is that the hairstyle is not wrong.

These threads were later interrupted.

Lan Tang couldn't find any other passers-by, and the other party most likely had disguised his appearance. He was extremely frustrated, except that the other party would sometimes spend the night in his villa, and he had never caught that person.

After get off work, Lan Tang went back to the villa as usual, and found that the red wine bottle was opened and placed on the table.

It's okay if you don't see anyone.

Suddenly, Lan Tang, who had returned to the bedroom, heard the slight sound of water, and suddenly turned sideways, his green eyes narrowed, staring in the direction of the bathroom.

"impossible……"

Lan Tang rushed in to have a look, but he seemed to be teased, there was no one in there, and someone deliberately turned on the shower to mislead his attention.

Lantang was frustrated again, that person was too naughty!

At night, after reading the book, Lan Tang fell into bed unhappily. In a place where the moonlight could not reach, a body squeezed into his bed, dissipating the heat that was so hard-won.

Lan Tang was startled, his mouth that was about to speak was covered by a hand.

Arthur Rimbaud hugged Lantang and said sweetly.

"good evening!"

The man's body was warm and hot, exuding an atmosphere as vast as the sea. Lan Tang was not soft on his hands, and directly used his supernatural ability. The golden "painting book" appeared in a flash, covering the entire bed.

Now, they're all in the warp.

Lan Tang was extremely excited.

In his impression, "color painting collection" is his own world, and he can dominate anyone who enters the world.

For the first time, Lan Tang turned over and resisted Arthur Rimbaud who attacked him in the middle of the night. He said with a slight smile: "Dear old friend, you can't escape this time..."

Lan Tang turned on the light without hesitation!

The other party stared at him without fear, his blue eyes were clear and energetic, and a strange and ordinary face appeared under his sight.

"Human skin mask?"

Lan Tang wanted to reach out to uncover it, but the area where Arthur Rimbaud and Lan Tang came into contact was within the area of ​​gravity.

No matter how hard Lan Tang pulled, he couldn't take it off, and instead hurt the skin on the edge.

Lan Tang stopped suddenly, and gently stroked the opponent's skin.

"You don't want me to see the face?"

"Correct."

"why?"

"Because I don't want you to remember so quickly."

"……why."

"Because I think you are very interesting like this, much more interesting than before."

"..."

Facing this kind of European fun-loving people, Lan Tang's face became serious, it's not a question of whether they are interesting or not.

In the end, it was the longing for memory that overcame the hesitation in my heart.

Before doing anything, Lan Tang gave another chance: "I don't want to press you, but I have to."

Arthur Rimbaud twitched his lips in a "don't you dare" expression.

Under Lantang's patient waiting, Arthur Rimbaud touched the subspace barrier of "Color Book", "Color Book", ah "Color Book", the collection of poems published by Paul Verlaine for him after the breakup, is their past and future.He said in a strange tone: "Lantang, I am an indispensable part of your life, your nightmare, and your sweet dream."

"You love me, and this love—brings me to you."

"I miss you."

With those blue eyes, Arthur Rimbaud indulged another man who was destined to fall in love with him.