Cos Verlaine's I crossed

The sea in the early morning presents a sense of deep loneliness.

Before dawn, a small boat that could not get out of the open sea came to the surface of the sea, rising and falling, setting off a white wave for the sea.

Lantang fulfilled all of Arthur Rimbaud's wishes, even the request to go home overnight. The standard island picks up and drops off tourists at a fixed time, so the cruise ships are not open to them. Lan Tang also managed to buy a small boat for fishermen, planning to use the "painting book" to push himself back.

Arthur Rimbaud put his hand on the board of the ship, and the red light of supernatural power enveloped the hull, using the supernatural power of gravity to accelerate.

Seeing this, Lan Tang took back the subspace cube that wasn't fast enough.

The boat headed for the waters of the North Pacific Ocean.

The two of them leaned on the boat half-sitting like this, and Lan Tang saw that Arthur Rimbaud was emotionally unstable, so he dodged in front of him.Lan Tang liked the confidence and happiness of the other party, but was afraid that those eyes would return to the empty wisp of smoke at the beginning, floating into a world that he could not see.

Lan Tang hugged him tightly, and kept persuading him: "I'll help you keep an eye on the direction, you close your eyes and rest, we can go back soon."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes were already dry, but he couldn't close them.

He stared in a daze in the distant direction.

He was almost afraid, thinking that there is a second "self" in the world, with the same blond hair and blue eyes, the same love of poetry, and the same... pursuit of freedom.He is no longer unique, he can no longer face Lantang confidently and accept the other's meticulous care and care.

The assassin king of Europe, Lantang's partner, Nakahara Chuya's brother, the fifth cadre of the future port mafia in the original book...

who is it?who is it?who is it?

Arthur Rimbaud is chaotic, with an upside-down sense of dislocation.

Until, Lan Tang covered Arthur Rimbaud's eyes with his palm, preventing Arthur Rimbaud's heart from being swallowed by the vortex of the deep sea.

"Sleep, may you have a good dream."

"……Dream……"

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes are covered and his lips move slightly.

"Sorry, I forgot. Don't worry about what I said. I will always be by your side to help you find a better state."

Lan Tang remembered another special detail.

His partner couldn't dream. In the sleep state, he lay quietly on the bed like death, like a humanoid weapon in his mouth, unable to experience the dreams formed by normal people in the subconscious.

Under Lan Tang's soothing skills, Arthur Rimbaud finally closed his eyes obediently, the heat on his cheeks faded, and his earlobes were like jade.The moonlight in the clouds shone on them, surrounded by a world composed of sea and waves, two people, a boat, quiet and picturesque.

Arthur Rimbaud's breathing slowed down.

In the world in Lantang's eyes, only Arthur Rimbaud fell asleep, a man lying in his arms like a Nordic god, lost his lethality, his appearance mixed with pure desire bewitched the world, and his long golden hair It was also stained with the moonlight of the sea, and became three points cold.

Before amnesia, Lan Tang guarded his partner, and after amnesia, Lan Tang guarded this person again, with a soft heart for him.

[For you, I can do anything. 】

[As long as you believe me. 】

Lan Tang embraced his own god and kept vigil alone like a believer.

Two days later, Lan Tang returned to work in the port mafia, secretly anxious, since the end of the tour, the lover at home has been listless, and no matter how coaxed it is to no avail, even the sex life has been suspended.

This cost half of Lan Tang's life.

How can the French who have eaten meat return to a vegetarian state!

As long as it is this person, Lan Tang doesn't care much about his position, at most he thinks that his partner's rebellious period has come.

"Hey, partner's rebellious period? Why do I think so?"

"He...is about the same age as me."

Lan Tang was puzzled by the words in his mind, grasped the clues, and came to a conclusion: [The mental age of the partner is relatively young. 】

Thinking of this, Lan Tang almost laughed out loud, the contrast was very strong.

He can't laugh.

If the other party finds out, they will lose their temper.

Lan Tang made a serious face, thinking about what dessert to bring home after get off work, maybe pudding, maybe fried chicken and pizza?

If you can't do it, drink wine, and get drunk to relieve your worries.

In the villa, the person Lan Tang thought would rest at home had disappeared, and he was about to do something dangerous. Arthur Rimbaud did not allow himself to be depressed for too long, passively bearing the blow. The information provided by Na is not necessarily without error.

Jules Verne was an otaku.

The outside world is changing with each passing day, how can we stay in the past!

On an ordinary and poor day, the port mafia leader received an anonymous threatening letter without his knowledge.

In the letter, the other party asked him to investigate the whereabouts of the assassination king.

If he doesn't try his best, the other party will take his top head.

Mori Ogai: "Hiss!"

He is busy with his teacher's "Three Moment Concept", with a blueprint for the layout of Yokohama City in his heart. There is a loyal guard at the door, Alice is sitting on the carpet, and there are organs on the walls and floors to protect his safety in all directions and prevent him from being attacked. Was assassinated by the former leader's party.

Mori Ogai's face was livid, and sweat appeared from his back.

Half an hour ago, the letter had quietly appeared on his desk, while he was working hard in the strictly guarded office.

He investigated and monitored afterwards and found out that as soon as the letter appeared, it cut through the expensive bullet-proof glass like cutting tofu, flew in from the French window, and landed firmly in the blind spot of his sight.

Sitting in the top-floor office of the Port Mafia, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city of Yokohama, he was a casual target.

Alice didn't say anything bad, and suddenly came to Mori outside.

One big and one small stared at the anonymous letter.

The crisis of master and servant is coming.

Alice said: "Lin Taro, you provoked a master, why did the other party want you to investigate the assassination king, what is the assassination king?"

Mori Ogai racked his brains: "...I don't know either."

Assassinate the king?

The person who can be pointed out by the other party should be the assassin king in Europe, and the gold medal assassin in Japan is not worthy of his investigation.

Alice is not responsible for brain power, wrinkled her nose: "Quickly think of a way!"

Mori Ogai said solemnly: "First conduct an investigation according to the requirements of the letter. The other party wants to use our power to find the whereabouts of the Assassin King, which means that the contacts behind him are limited, or it is not convenient to come forward."

"That's my value, the port mafia's value."

"As long as I have what the other party wants, there should be room for negotiation, and maybe I can get a favor from a strong person."

No matter how good Mori Ogai's analysis is, the difference between strength and weakness is too great, and his neck is cold, and his head can be said to be in a countdown state.

The intelligence services of the Port Mafia are in full swing.

Information about the assassination king in Europe was sorted out in detail one by one, and handed over to the leader who suddenly became interested in the assassination king.

Mori Ogai smiled wryly, not because he was interested, but because he wanted to survive!

Dazai Osamu acted as a little helper, looking for useful things in the few materials, he threw two rolls of eyes at Mori Ogai.

"Mr. Sen, you are exploiting child labor more and more!"

"Today is different from the past. I don't have many people I can trust. I have to interrupt Dazai-kun's suicide time. Please help me find a way to survive this murderous disaster that fell from the sky."

Mori Ogai is sitting upright, playing hard and soft on the 15-year-old boy.

After reading it, Osamu Dazai said, "It's very difficult."

Mori Ogai raised his forehead: "I know that things are difficult to handle. We have a serious shortage of manpower in Europe, and we can't find out the whereabouts of the Assassin King."

Osamu Dazai said, "You can pay him to hire this European—well, assassin king."

Mori Ogai hugged his head and screamed: "The port mafia has no money, so they can't hire this strong man who has been walking in Europe all the year round!"

Osamu Dazai said innocently: "This is not my problem, it is your problem. Poverty is your biggest problem."

Mori Ogai wiped his face: "Another method."

Osamu Dazai said: "Let me think about it...Mr. Mori is too poor, the assassin king is not easy to mess with, and the person who threatens you is not easy to mess with." The boy's eyes were indifferent, "For the current plan, it is best to buy an assassin A place that Wang has been to within this year, counterfeit information, and forcefully deal with it, you hide for a while, let that person go abroad to find the assassin Wang, and we will actively provide him with the contact information of the international intelligence organization."

Misfortune is diverted to the east, and the other party finds fault with others.Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu are both dark-hearted people, and they looked at each other with a heart.

"Fake, cheat, this is my only way out."

"Mr. Sen is an old skilled worker."

Osamu Dazai offered false flattery, and contempt was about to permeate from his eyes.

Mori Ogai touched his chin: "No, no, I thought of another method, Dazai-kun is not afraid of this kind of supernatural power, if I keep Dazai-kun by my side all the time, I don't have to worry about a piece of paper cutting me up. "

Without further ado, Osamu Dazai turned around and left, "Bye!"

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