Cos Verlaine's I crossed

"Paul..."

"Don't call me Paul, call me Rimbaud."

"Partner, your hair is wet, don't lean directly on the pillow, come here, I'll help you dry your hair."

Lan Tang changed his address and simply used partner to describe each other.

Although they quarreled, after the two of them took a bath together, the relationship between Arthur Rimbaud and Lan Tang became a little more harmonious, and they got over the difficulties.And without wearing a mask to live, Arthur Rimbaud's face was not dull, his mind was a little less, and he accepted Lan Tang's overtures openly.

Lan Tang was wearing a nightgown and had just dried his hair when he saw that his partner was willing to lie on his lap, his heart was pounding. Such a well-behaved partner seemed to be rare in his memory.

Lan Tang held a strand of blond hair and patiently dried it with a hair dryer.

Time passed little by little.

Under Lantang's pampering and warm wind, Arthur Rimbaud couldn't resist the drowsiness after his muscles relaxed. He quickly lay down and slipped into dreamland.

As long as Lan Tang's memory is not in place in one step, and he is pulling him to France, he doesn't care about the exposure of his true face. After all, it is Lan Tang's ability to take off his mask, and he will bring this place back next time.

Lan Tang leaned down and kissed the blond man on the cheek.

A soft kiss.

"You're still trying to hide from me." There were still many unclear things, Lan Tang didn't let himself worry, "Do you know? How important you are to me..."

The more Lan Tang remembered, the stronger his love for the blond man became, as if all his feelings in this life had been given to this man.

"It's good that you live..."

Lan Tang sincerely thanked God for not letting himself lose the other party.

"others."

"I'll get it back slowly, and I won't force you anymore."

Guessing that the mission failed, Lan Tang, who was exiled in Japan, had no face and returned to France directly. His self-esteem made him want to make up for one or two, so as not to face the confused gaze of Mr. Baudelaire when he returned home.

[In a small country in the Far East, you can almost die? 】

【……sorry. 】

Lan Tang was embarrassed at the thought of this possibility.

Lan Tang tapped his forehead, unable to remember the details of the last mission before he lost his memory, as if something hindered him from contemplating.

"Ah, my leg is numb."

Lan Tang let Arthur Rimbaud lie down for an hour.

Immediately afterwards, he put Arthur Rimbaud, who was asleep, under the bed, and got into it himself, hugging his lost and recovered partner tightly.

The sidekick has grown up, from a small to a large version.

Big and warm.

On the island, in the staff dormitory in the Silver Coin District, Jules Verne vomited profusely when he returned home, his tears were blurred, and he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Jules Verne didn't know how many glasses of wine he had been drunk by Arthur Rimbaud. The sincerity and openness of the other party made him unable to cheat. He didn't understand why there were so many alcoholics in the bar until the second half of the drink.

These people are all drunk by the people around them!

"I can't do it—" Jules Verne was dizzy and stood up straight with limp hands and feet. "I can't go to work. If I don't go to work, my identity will be easily leaked. It will be bad if I am found out."

The supernatural power of Jules Verne flashed.

His supernatural ability "Mysterious Island" can absorb the power of all supernatural power users who died on the island, and use it for his own use.After so many years, the amount of supernatural powers he has accumulated is extremely terrifying, and his understanding of supernatural powers and experience in using them are far superior to others.

Under his control, a young man exactly like himself appeared, with a dull expression, and went to work instead of him.

Afterwards, Jules Verne locked the door and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, a nasty person was persuading him to drink.

"Come on, have another drink, you're not human if you don't drink it! We are so like-minded and both fans of the sea, so we should have another drink!"

"I like going to Africa the most. I wonder if you like it?"

"Cheers to the beautiful sea!"

"Cheers to peace!"

"The reason is not afraid of repetition, but I am afraid that there is no reason to toast!"

"As long as you don't drink to death, drink to death!"

On the bed, Jules Verne's brows were loosened, and his cheeks were flushed red from drunkenness. He suddenly remembered the distant past, and drank like this, when the European countries signed the armistice agreement.

The seven cheered loudly, celebrating the peace of the world.

Tears flowed from the corners of his tightly closed eyes. After being separated for many years, he almost couldn't remember what his companions looked like when they were young.

He is the smallest one in there.

He is always tolerated by his companions, and teaches supernatural powers hand in hand.

They called him as far away in another world, and the waves of the sea weighed down things in the dark—

"Little Jules!"

"Our hero!"

"People will always separate, learn to let go, Verne!"

"This world doesn't need 'us' anymore! The villains should disappear, and the heroes should end!"

"Disappear! Disappear together!"

"Aren't you going with me?"

Jules Verne did not choose to flee, but stayed stubbornly.

He wants to keep a place and give his companions a home they can go back to, a harbor where they can always look back.

The dream is chaotic.

Crying and laughing, making things worse.

The next day, Jules Verne got up haggard.

He swore that his complexion had never been so bad before, as if his supernatural powers were overdrawn and he was about to die.

"Paul Verlaine!"

Jules Verne remembered the bastard.

After tossing around for so long, Jules Verne took advantage of his own stomach and still failed to investigate the purpose of assassinating the king's visit to Standard Island.

For the purpose of getting to know the "enemy", Jules Verne sneaked into the gold coin area of ​​the army's handle on the island after simply washing up.

He can get in touch with the outside world through the console in the ground.

Jules Verne rubbed his forehead, allowing his spiritual consciousness to enter the world of the Internet. As a result, he saw that the "self" in the Internet was a wobbly human-shaped ooze.

It's all the hangover's fault.

Jules Verne was silent, and entered a command edited by himself: [Investigate the latest murder mission that the Assassin King has accepted. 】

First, he did the elimination method. He wanted to see if the purpose of assassinating Wang Shangdao had anything to do with the reward.

Just in case, if there was an assassination target on the island, Jules Verne would immediately drive away Paul Verlaine's assassination target.If the other party is a kind person, he will consider whether to help.

In short, just don't die on your own territory.

Jules Verne closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for the feedback from the network. After 10 minutes, his spiritual consciousness brought back key information.

Jules Verne cheered up.

"What is it?"

He saw that the task of assassinating the king was to kill the leader of a small country with a population of less than [-].

Jules Verne was puzzled: "A country I have never heard of." He called up the world map and measured the distance between the two locations, "His assassination target is very far away from the South Pacific, why did he come to my island Come up? Are there other requirements attached to the mission?"

Standard Island has private collections collected by rich people all over the world. Because the place is safe, many people like to put things on the island.

Jules Verne investigates further.

With the dedication of time and energy, and under the pressure of huge information, many things became clear in front of him.

"The latest information shows that the Assassin King is in the northern hemisphere. He has completed the assassination mission and received a reward."

"He...is not on the island."

"Who is that person who drank with me on the island?"

Jules Verne was stunned, recalling the hidden face, the other party did not use the identity of the assassin king to go to the island, he talked extraordinary, and fooled himself into drinking all night.

According to outside intelligence, the Assassin King doesn't bother to cover up his appearance, and few people know him.

There are two assassin kings in this world, one true and one false?

Twins, nothing more than that.