Cos Verlaine's I crossed

After Mori Ogai started to cheat...

He received a second anonymous letter that cut his hair.Then, it does a Latin-style twirl—floating onto the table.

[Don't play tricks. 】

[For the city you guard, you'd better complete my explanation. 】

[If you can't find out the whereabouts of the Assassin King's deeds, give me the method of how to contact him, and I will have a way for him to come to see me. 】

[Hurry up, I'm in a hurry! 】

The anonymous letter ends with a capital "R".

Mori Ogai's eyelids twitched, and he put away the letter. If someone else dared to threaten him like this, he would definitely hold grudges and take revenge next time, but this time the person who threatened him gave him a bad feeling-the gap was too big.

Mori Ogai turned his head gloomyly.

There is not enough sunlight today, the floor-to-ceiling windows are covered by lifting panels, and each lifting panel is an alloy that can defend against fire attacks.

At this time, dazzling cracks appeared on the top, revealing a faint light.

As Mori Ogai's humanoid alien ability——Alice in a small dress bounced and walked over without fear of various dangers.She raised her lace-gloved right hand and touched the place where the steel plate had been cut.

There are no burrs on the surface, no high temperature, and the coldness reveals the coldness of metal, and the incision is as smooth as a laser.

Assuming it is a laser, it should bring high temperature.

Alice judged: "It's a bit like a space cutting ability."

Mori Ogai believed her words: "Alice, you have been staying opposite my desk, are you sure you can take me away?"

Alice laughed and reminded viciously: "No, the speed is too fast, Rintaro, it seems that you are going to hug Dazai-kun every day, I hope Dazai-kun won't put a bomb under your chair."

Mori Ogai coughed sternly: "No way, no way!" He waved his hands again and again, "Besides, the person who sent the letter gave other methods."

Alice: "He wants to kill you, you can't avoid it."

Mori Ogai became serious: "Why is Alice sure she is a male?"

Alice hesitated: "The tone of the letter is clearly the feeling of a bad-hearted big brother, and he knows you very well."

Mori Ogai propped his chin: "Yes, this is the most terrifying."

The enemy is dark and we are clear!

The other party is also very familiar with you!

Mori Ogai didn't want to delay for a moment, grabbed the microphone of the communicator, and explained to his subordinates to find a way to contact the Assassin King.

However, Mori Owai is thinking about how to convey the information.

"Paste it on the floor-to-ceiling windows with A4 paper?"

With such a high distance, people on the ground can't see the A4 paper on it clearly, so there is still a way.However, Mori Ogai had other ideas. He suspected that there was an eyeliner in the port mafia. If he could use the information as a bait to catch the eyeliner...

Mori Ogai thought inwardly: The dog who gambles will die.

Because the risk is his own head, Mori Ogai was honest, took out the tape from the drawer, and did it himself, pasting an A4 paper on the French window of the port mafia chief's room.

Not long after, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the port mafia chief's room were missing a piece of rectangular glass with a length of 297 mm and a width of 210 mm. The shape was accurate to the millimeter level, and the A4 paper stuck to the glass disappeared.

Mori Ogai listened to the high-altitude wind outside, with a look of disappointment.

"The repair fee is very expensive..."

Intelligence fees and repair fees have added snow to the already sluggish port mafia, and the leader has to tighten his belt to live.

A tall man was walking on the streets of Yokohama.

He casually grabbed a piece of A4 paper flying from afar, as if in a random move.

Arthur Rimbaud read with his head bent.

Mori Ogai listed the methods of contacting the Assassin King. As expected of a person with a good brain, the content he wrote was detailed enough.

Save the time-consuming and labor-intensive methods, there are only three that are useful to him.

One, a high price invites to assassinate the king.

Second, contact foreign intelligence organizations and let them act as a bridge.

Three, take the initiative to become the assassination king's next... assassination target!

The intelligence described the Assassin King as a strong man who acted resolutely and never procrastinated. He killed people extremely neatly. People who died usually did not feel pain until they died.The assassin king is indifferent to many things, but the strong will not tolerate those who provoke themselves.

Arthur Rimbaud: "Am I such a provocative person?"

Before going to Standard Island, Arthur Rimbaud would be interested in waiting for Paul Verlaine to kill him, but now it is different.

He is short of time.

He didn't want to waste it on playing.

Arthur Rimbaud kissed the A4 paper, which contained the information he urgently needed, "Thank you." Under his thanks, the paper was shattered into dust invisible to the naked eye under the control of gravity.

Arthur Rimbaud turned his footsteps, went around a street looking for Chuya Nakahara, and walked aimlessly towards the seaside.

Where is the other side of the sea?

He thought, it should be a livelier and wider world.

Hugo in France, Shakespeare in England, Goethe in Germany, and Dante in Italy have become the stage for countless transcendents.

"If I were not Paul Verlaine."

"Why - my appearance will change, my body shape will change, my whole person will seem to be sublimated, and I will have the power of gravity? I can grasp the gravity so fast, it seems like an innate power?"

"Conspiracy? Experimental body? World assimilation?"

"By the way - black hat, will Lantang's black hat work for me?"

Arthur Rimbaud jumps out of the misunderstanding of thinking in constant thinking, and finds that he does not need to contact people abroad in a hurry.

There is another way to verify your identity!

instruction!

Paul Verlaine is an experimental product created by the "Fun God". He is naturally powerful and has reached the realm of a transcendent.The greatest weakness of the experimental subject is that it was programmed into a text-based control program at birth. Whoever masters the instructions can control Paul Verlaine!

Humanoid weapons, of course, must have a "switch"!

After the death of "The God of Mu", Paul Verlaine and Lan Tang were the only ones who mastered the instructions, but no one can guarantee whether the "God of Mu" leaked it.

When Lan Tang didn't lose his memory, he was worried that Paul Verlaine would be controlled, so he specially ordered a black hat before his birthday, and added the last bit of supernatural metal left by the "Fun" base inside, which could help Paul Verlaine to shield himself from the outside world. instructions.

Paul Verlaine in the black hat is mighty.

Paul Verlaine without a black hat, no matter whether there is a different soul or thinking in him, he will still be controlled by instructions.

Arthur Rimbaud frowned, and put his hand on the center of his brow.

"Will there be a 'program' in my body?"

As long as he is not controlled by instructions, yes or no, it will be solved easily.

For a moment, he couldn't tell which result he wanted.

It is of course a good thing not to be controlled by instructions.

Then...he is equivalent to impersonating Paul Verlaine, taking away the most precious partner in his life.

In the garden at the entrance of the villa, Arthur Rimbaud was sitting on the steps, with a weed in his mouth, and his red lips had tooth marks that turned white after repeated thinking. Yan.

He waited all afternoon until Lan Tang got off work.

The figure of the quasi-cadre was slowly walking towards the sunset, against the sun, with a twilight temperament that young people did not have, which made Arthur Rimbaud not see clearly, and he couldn't help stretching out his five fingers to cover it.

Eight years passed by in a hurry.

Paul Verlaine made Lan Tang miserable and left Lan Tang in Japan.

Those years and those trials transformed Lan Tang into what he is today, just like the 17-year-old and 37-year-old Rimbaud in "The Biography of Rimbaud". The changes are so great that they are like two people.

The light left between the fingers fell on Arthur Rimbaud's face.

Arthur Rimbaud's face flickered, seemed calm, and seemed to be turbulent at the same time, and his blue eyes were full of humanity.

Lan Tang quickened his pace and called out, "Partner."

Arthur Rimbaud felt that it was not only dazzling, but also ear-piercing.

But is this Lan Tang's fault?

No!

Arthur Rimbaud kicked his dark side hard and locked his mind.He patted his pants, walked up to him with a smile, and gave Lan Tang the sense of happiness that someone was waiting for him when he returned home.

Arthur Rimbaud understood the feeling of wanting warmth after drifting.

"Lan Tang, you're wearing a scarf and earmuffs again today."

Arthur Rimbaud went to pinch the furry earmuffs of the opponent, Lan Tang let him make trouble, and returned to the villa together, Lan Tang put the earmuffs on Arthur Rimbaud's head, Arthur Lan Bo exclaimed, "I'm not afraid of the cold!"

Lan Tang had a smile in his eyes: "Last time you were afraid of the cold, your ears turned red."

Arthur Rimbaud turned his head high when he heard this.

That angle is breathtaking.

Lan Tang's heart stopped.

There is a moving light in the blue eyes, so clear that you can see the soul like a flame, and it is like the ripples of the wind blowing across the sea.

Today's Arthur Rimbaud is particularly tempting Lan Tang.

"Lantang, do you still remember the order?"

"...?"

"Order me."

"...??!"

"I owe you a lot, you can let me be your dog, I can bark, and I can imitate it very realistically."

Arthur Rimbaud spoke the outrageous words without batting an eye.

What a shock that the gods descended from the clouds and bowed their heads to the mortals. Those were words that no one in Lantang's memory had ever said before!

Lan Tang froze for a moment: "Do you have a fever?"

Arthur Rimbaud approached: "No, I'm fit enough to go out and beat a Yokohama."

Lan Tang's eyes were full of doubts: You are probably going crazy.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "But my mind is sick, it is crying, I want to verify one thing, help me, Lantang."

Lan Tang took off his gloves, and stroked Arthur Rimbaud's forehead with his hands that were afraid of the cold, testing his body temperature. He was always so careful with Arthur Rimbaud, even a mother was not as good as her child.

"Friends, I have amnesia, and I don't remember your instructions."

For a moment, Arthur Rimbaud froze.

Arthur Rimbaud suddenly grabbed Lan Tang's shoulder, he didn't believe the other party's words, Lan Tang couldn't forget such an important matter!

The other party's eyes were inclusive, as if souls were colliding with each other, whispering softly.

"I do not remember."

……

Lan Tang was laughing.

Laughing at the person I love the most is asking silly questions, so silly that it is a little cute.