Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Island bar.

"I brought my helper here, I won't return tonight if I don't get drunk!"

Arthur Rimbaud carried the style of the sea, strided forward, and arrived at the scene with extreme arrogance. He blocked many words of Jules Verne back into his throat, and had to look at Rimbaud's companions.

The man with long black curly hair gestured friendly to Jules Verne.

"Hi, I'm his lover."

"……Hello."

Jules Verne was forced to accept a 1vs2 wine table match.

He was glad that he was well prepared.

Rest tomorrow, he doesn't have to go out, and the dangerous elements have to board the ship and leave.

On the bar counter, wine glasses were arranged in a long queue, and the bartender was on standby, watching the three people who were going to fight for drinks with great interest, explaining what is called the famous scene of drinking to death if you can't drink to death.

When Arthur Rimbaud and Jules Verne picked up a glass of wine respectively, their eyes collided, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder.

Lan Tang picked up the third glass of wine and blocked the sight of the two of them.

"It's the first time we meet, friend, let me respect you first."

"Your name?"

"Lantang."

"Well, I'm Gabriel."

When Jules Verne heard that the other party gave a pseudonym, he also gave a pseudonym himself.

Arthur Rimbaud raised his hand and said cheerfully: "Hi, my name is Rimbaud!"

Lan Tang sighed and messed up again.

Jules Verne was surprised: "Rimbaud..." The identity he wanted to know the most, but the other party said it right away. It wasn't Verlaine, but Rimbaud. Could it be that they were twin brothers with different surnames?

Arthur Rimbaud didn't want Verne to be entangled in the name, and started his own wine drinking business. He must let this friend remember his friendship!

"Come, come, don't talk about other things, let's drink!"

"..."

Jules Verne didn't like to stir up trouble, but he was rarely embarrassed.

During the war, he was the one who, with his own strength, set off endless waves, drove the earth, and blocked the attack of the multinational army!

In terms of pride, every transcendent-level supernatural power user is full of self-confidence, representing the country's trump card in the supernatural power confrontation.

As the strongest person at the top of the pyramid, No.1 in island warfare, Jules Verne recognized only six other companions. During his life in seclusion on the standard island, no one knew his true identity, because he often protected the island and was called People on the island call it the patron saint.

Faced with Arthur Rimbaud's provocation, Jules Verne expressed his determination with actions, and he was bored.

He drank quickly, with his own style when he raised his head.

The surrounding guests gathered around to watch, and three transcendents with different origins but with the blood of French compatriots drank heroically!

Don't get drunk tonight!

Among the three, the newcomer Lantang drank the slowest. He usually held it in his mouth for a few seconds, warmed it up with his mouth, and then swallowed it down. However, his drinking speed was unhurried and never stopped for more than 5 minutes; Arthur Rimbaud was the most active person when drinking, swallowing big mouthfuls, with a clear grunting voice; Jules Verne drank cleanly and neatly, giving people the feeling of drinking water, and seemed to be a different person.

From dark to early morning, Artille Rimbaud gradually couldn't hold on, the blood rushed to his cheeks, and he felt dizzy and tinnitus.

Stomach tumbling, nausea feeling appeared.

The limit is about to be reached!

Arthur Rimbaud looked at Jules Verne in disbelief.

--you've changed!

——You are too weak.

Jules Verne replied with his eyes.

Lan Tang blocked the next wave of wine for Arthur Rimbaud.

Arthur Rimbaud supported the bar with his hands, stood up, and said stubbornly: "You guys drink first, I will come back after going to the toilet once."

Lan Tang worried: "Do you want a tissue?"

Lan Tang knew that Arthur Rimbaud was prone to vomiting when he was drunk.

Arthur Rimbaud is proud: "No! I just relieve myself!"

After speaking, Arthur Rimbaud's footsteps softened, and he staggered towards the toilet.Fortunately, no one competed with him for the position of the sink. He puffed up his cheeks, pursed his mouth, and at a straight distance, his body turned into a sharp black and red arrow, and rushed towards the sink that could vomit!

With a sound of "Wow", he buried his head down.

The mirror reflected the scene of the toilet. The drunken blond man held the sink and put one hand on the faucet.

After a while, a second person appeared in the corner reflected by the mirror.

Jules Verne came out and handed him a handkerchief.

Arthur Rimbaud reflexively took it and wiped his mouth, and said, "Thank you..."

After that, Arthur Rimbaud saw who it was, immediately threw back the handkerchief, put his hands on his hips, and said aggressively: "I can still drink!"

Jules Verne held the soiled handkerchief between two fingers.

Jules Verne: "You don't care about hygiene."

Arthur Rimbaud: "You cheat!"

Jules Verne couldn't deny it, and changed the subject: "You deliberately brought someone to drink with me, which in itself is malicious."

Arthur Rimbaud said with sharp teeth and sharp mouth: "You invited me to drink with even more malicious intentions! You are greedy for my beauty!"

Jules Verne gritted his teeth: "I haven't."

Arthur Rimbaud said rascally: "Prove it to me."

Jules Verne was speechless, this man was really stinky and shameless, he was blind to the appearance behind that mask.

After calming down, Jules Verne stopped chattering with him: "Your identity and appearance are false, and you should have been expelled. I allow you to stay on the island and travel. One side."

Arthur Rimbaud disdains: "Don't say it as if you bought the island, you are at best a manager."

Jules Verne replied: "I have the right to drive you away."

Arthur Rimbaud leaned against the sink, squinting from high to low: "I'm leaving tomorrow, don't you think it's unnecessary?"

Jules Verne said in a business-like tone: "Why did you come to Standard Island? Please explain why you came to the island with a false identity, as well as your real identity, name, nationality, and origin."

Arthur Rimbaud dug his ears, "None of your business."

Jules Verne added: "The other person traveling with you has a real identity and is from the port mafia. You went ashore separately and met, which shows that you have a close relationship. Aren't you afraid that he will be implicated by you?"

Arthur Rimbaud's next sentence was even more classic: "None of my business." He said annoyedly: "Are you done asking? Those who drink with me are friends, and those who don't drink should go away."

Jules Verne looked unpredictable.

The last person who didn't know how to live or die was already thrown into the sea by him to feed the fish.

But the other party... is indeed a good drinking buddy.

"I'm done asking." Jules Verne moved out of the way, but Arthur Rimbaud did not go out, but walked against the wall, ready to relieve his little hands, "If you want to peek at me, do so openly." look!"

Jules Verne:"……"

Jules Verne was about to leave, but he stopped when he thought of Arthur Rimbaud's black and red supernatural power rushing towards the sink.

That supernatural ability——

Close to the power shown by Paul Verlaine.

Jules Verne waited for him to untie his little hands, and said, "Who are you? Is the face under the human skin mask your real face?"

Arthur Rimbaud hummed a ditty: "I am me, since you have seen my face, it means you are a voyeur!"

Jules Verne whispered: "I'm sorry, for the safety of the residents on the island, I don't want to leave any unexpected factors."

Arthur Rimbaud dismantles: "But you left me."

Jules Verne: "The way you speak is very easy to offend, and the origin seems very strange."

Arthur Rimbaud asked back: "Don't you think you are weirder?"

Jules Verne couldn't win the argument.

If he is a manager, his position and behavior are obviously not consistent.

After blocking Artille Rimbaud in the toilet, Jules Verne faced the strange gaze of the other party looking at the pervert, and continued speaking bravely.

"Do you know Paul Verlaine?"

Oh open?

Arthur Rimbaud became interested because he had found out his identity.

"I know him." Arthur Rimbaud boasted. "He has blond hair, blue eyes, and a slender figure. He dares to risk his life for freedom. In the eyes of others, he is a handsome guy who can unify the global aesthetics!"

Jules Verne looked at the blond man in front of him, his eyes twitched.

Is this narcissism?

The premise is that the two people have the same true appearance, the same body shape, and no other disguises, otherwise they will pretend to be assassin kings at best.

After achieving his goal, Jules Verne confessed: "If you don't hinder the life of the people on the island, I won't expose you. I stopped you, not maliciously, just to make sure you know him—"

Meet Paul Verlaine.

Explain that you know the danger of assassinating the king, and you also know the meaning of appearance, and you will bear the consequences for all your actions, and you don't need outsiders to remind you.

"Tomorrow, I wish you all the best."

Jules Verne went out after being sorry for his drinking buddies.

Arthur Rimbaud looked puzzled, tickled his heart, chased after him and asked, "What kind of riddle do you learn, and speak up when you have something to say!"

Jules Verne said, "You know what I mean."

Arthur Rimbaud admits his IQ: "I don't understand!"

Jules Verne looked at him suspiciously, pretending to be stupid?Or a new round of trials?I'm leaving the island tomorrow, so why speak against my will.

Arthur Rimbaud grabbed him, forgot the unpleasant question, and tried to be a good buddy by hooking his shoulders together: "Speak quickly! I think there is something in your words. If you don't make it clear, I won't leave tomorrow!"

Jules Verne felt a twinge in his heart, worried that the other party would not leave.

One island cannot accommodate two masters.

What's more, this person looks like a crazy type.

Jules Verne asked: "Mr. Rimbaud, do you have any brothers?"

Arthur Rimbaud didn't blink: "It used to be."

At the end of the nineteenth century, there were five members of Rimbaud's family. He was the second eldest, with an older brother and two younger sisters.

Paul Verlaine in Wenye World is an artificial human created by the French anti-government organization, once code-named "Black NO.12". On the top of "Black No. 12", there may be experimental products such as "Black No. 11" and "Black No. [-]", no matter how he answers, he can't make a mistake.

With a slight shock, Jules Verne broke free from Arthur Rimbaud's arm.

"There is nothing wrong with that. Your brother is a big trouble. If you don't want to be involved in the other party's troubles, you'd better find a better camouflage prop than a human skin mask to reduce the similarity in appearance."

Jules Verne looked at the dazed Arthur Rimbaud.

"That's all I can say..."

[People who like the sea should drink together! 】

For this sentence, Jules Verne violated his low profile and made an appointment with the other party again to let the other party understand the crisis behind him.

—You have bumped into Paul Verlaine!

— Beware of enemies!

Outside, when Jules Verne was caught by Arthur Rimbaud to ask questions, Lan Tang was still drinking, and the person he was drinking with was another "Jules Verne", who was from head to toe His face was never drunk.

It's not so much like a person who doesn't get drunk for a thousand glasses, it's better to say - some kind of supernatural ability that is not afraid of alcohol.

Lan Tang glanced at "Jules Verne" with a flat look in his eyes, he didn't like to get to the bottom of things about outsiders.

He got up and went to find someone in the toilet of the bar.

"Jules Verne" said: "Have you stopped drinking?"

Lan Tang said slowly, "I drank too much, and I also want to go to the toilet."

"Jules Verne" blocked: "What if you escape, two people cannot go to the bathroom at the same time."

Lan Tang turned around quietly: "Really?"

His hands were lowered, his melancholy green eyes glowed with an inorganic golden light.

"Get out of the way, or disappear."

……

Lan Tang found Arthur Rimbaud in the corridor.

The blond man's mind was wandering, he couldn't tell if his complexion was good or bad, and his attention was drawn away by something.

"partner."

Lan Tang held the opponent's wrist.

"Stop drinking?"

Arthur Rimbaud said unconsciously, forgetting about the complicated environment.

Putting everything aside, drinking as much as you want, and not talking about the world, was originally the realm of pleasure pursued by Arthur Rimbaud.

Lan Tang said softly: "Let's go back."

Arthur Rimbaud stood where he was, nails driven into his feet.

Lan Tang pulled his partner, the first time he didn't pull, but the second time he used some strength, clenched his wrist, and pulled him to his side.

"Don't look like you're lost."

"..."

"I am here, I know the way, and I will always take you home."

"Family?"

"Where I live—is your home."

"..."

Is there really my home?

Arthur Rimbaud, reminded by Jules Verne, realized that something went wrong in a circle that he could not reach at his own level.

I look like a man, like a brother...

The other party... who is it?

Jules Verne didn't say it clearly, which left him with all kinds of suspense.

Thinking of the things behind him, Arthur Rimbaud's body trembled, and his face turned blue and white.After Lan Tang pulled Arthur Rimbaud out of the bar, he took off his scarf, ignored the man's refusal, and put it around the man's neck stubbornly, treating summer as winter: "What's going on, you are also afraid Is it cold? This way...it's not cold."

Arthur Rimbaud avoids his gaze, hangs his head, with a plaid scarf wrapped around his neck, the heat spreads from his neck to his cheeks under the mask, and the roots of his ears turn red.

Such Arthur Rimbaud is unexpectedly pitiful.

"Lantang, let's go home tonight."

……

In fact, I have no home for a long time, at the moment when I pursue the freedom to travel.

— it is the price of my freedom.