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This night added special memories for the two of them.

The curtains were drawn tightly.

At the foot of the bed, there were all kinds of sexy women's high heels, and there was an extra pair of tattered black stockings in the trash can.

In addition, Oscar Wilde embraced the blond-haired and blue-eyed Arthur Rimbaud contentedly to sleep, his innocent face without a mask, just like a piece of water lily lying on the tip of Wilde's heart.

There is no interest entanglement, no conspiracy, and their encounter is free of impurities, which is the perfection that Oscar Wilde pursued.

"Rimbaud, do you like me?"

This is where Oscar Wilde was smarter than Landon.

He will not easily mention whether he loves or not, and only asks for that little "like".

"You are so noisy." Arthur Rimbaud was reluctant to answer as usual, but men are more narcissistic than women, Oscar Wilde said complacently: "You must like me, or you like my legs, I am The only British man who can wear black stockings and high heels!"

Arthur Rimbaud held back his laughter, isn't this kind of person a pervert?

Oscar Wilde noticed the slight trembling of his lover under the thin quilt, and with an expression of "I caught you awake", he shook his round shoulders and said, "Rimbaud, good morning!"

The thin quilt slid down, and Arthur Rimbaud's body seemed to be carved from white jade, curled up and sleeping on his side, revealing a trace of last night's spring.

Arthur Rimbaud slapped Wilde on the head.

"Fingal, can you learn to be quiet!"

"No."

Oscar Wilde buried his face in the opponent's shoulder and neck, took a deep breath, and marveled at the curves of his muscles.

He was wrong.

Rimbaud's figure is the greatest treasure.

Not overly strong, not thin, just right.

With a waist full of tension and legs like a cheetah, he described Rimbaud as a top model who was on a diet on the runway, and described Rimbaud as underestimating the other person. When he touched his skin, he could understand the hidden power of this person.

I don't know how many "assassination targets" lost their lives when they first met each other because of a short period of absence.

Oscar Wilde was jealous.

Those rich people are not worthy of the assassination king's hands to kill people. The assassination king has to deal with people of his level!

Hmm... better yet another romantic tale of the prey and the hunter.

Oscar Wilde was dreaming, with rich little theaters in his mind, changeable expressions, and was intoxicated by the Frenchman's demeanor.

Arthur Rimbaud was puzzled by Fingal's sudden silence.

He put his arms around the man's back.

"Did it hit you?"

Occasional tenderness pulled Oscar Wilde out of his fantasy. Oscar Wilde squinted his eyes comfortably, enjoying the comfort of the other party.

Arthur Rimbaud teased: "Fingal, did you regret not making it to the last step yesterday?"

Oscar Wilde said cheaply: "Not at all!"

Siberian cold snap.

For a split second, Oscar Wilde felt the temperature around him drop.

Oscar Wilde was vigilant and hurried to remedy: "I regret it very much. For a beauty like Rimbaud, I shouldn't stick to the bottom line!"

Arthur Rimbaud showed a classic expression of "tch".

Because he couldn't eat it, Arthur Rimbaud was quite upset, and he couldn't take down a dog.Rolling his eyes, Arthur Rimbaud wanted to see where Fingal's bottom line was, and bewitched, "If I become a British citizen, will you let me sleep?"

Oscar Wilde almost jumped up, and his reaction was more excited than Arthur Rimbaud thought: "Really? You want to join Britain!"

Arthur Rimbaud said lazily: "Fake."

"You lie, it's immoral." Oscar Wilde was as wilted as a frosted eggplant.

"Sleeping with a man is also immoral." Arthur Rimbaud naively snapped back, lifted the quilt, and ran into the bathroom.

Unknowingly, Arthur Rimbaud came back and kissed Oscar Wilde: "I didn't brush my teeth, you stink to death!"

Oscar Wilde yelled: "One more kiss, and I won't dislike you."

The figure of Arthur Rimbaud disappeared behind the door.

The bathroom in the apartment is very romantic. There is a large bathtub facing the direction of the Thames River. The corner-shaped giant floor-to-ceiling windows and venetian blinds form a looming layering of sight.

Arthur Rimbaud tiptoed, walked to the shower that washed his body, and then stepped into the bathtub.

After a while, the sound of a shower appeared through the bathroom door, and Oscar Wilde's smile gradually disappeared. He lay in a daze on the bed, his limbs were in large characters, and his eyes slowly looked at his thumb.

It was a brass ring given to him by Arthur Rimbaud, saying that it was left for him temporarily and that he would return it to Rimbaud next time we met.

Oscar Wilde wanted to cry.

Last night, Arthur Rimbaud had whispered in his ear: "Fingal, don't fall in love with me, I'm pitying you."

Did Oscar Wilde need pity?

His strong dignity told him: No need.

He let out a low sigh from his pre-transcendent side.

Oscar Wilde hadn't experienced that feeling of sore eyes for a long time, and pinned his hope on Agatha's slow investigation. He could no longer maintain the mentality of dewy love, and he thought to himself.

[We perform different dramas in our lives. 】

【I just hope... this scene doesn't come to an end so quickly, let me kiss you again. 】

After a while, Oscar Wilde got up, kicked off the high heels on the floor, rubbed his hair, and went to another bathroom to wash up. He couldn't bear to keep his indecent appearance.

But what he didn't know was——

Agatha Christie snapped hard, trying to silence his tears.

Below the high-end apartment, people from the British Clock Tower contacted the government department, opened the cordon, evacuated the crowd, and surrounded the high-end apartment on the banks of the Thames.After receiving the news, more than a dozen people with supernatural powers set up surveillance and waited for an order to arrest Arthur Rimbaud.

The details about the blond man emerged in Agatha Christie's mind, and what made her fidget—it came from Oscar Wilde's address to the people around him: "Rimbaud."

"Rimbaud" is the French name.

The world's most famous Rimbaud hides a dark past.

The French intelligence agent Arthur Rimbaud, with supernatural powers of the space system, traveled to many countries during the war and stole a lot of information.This person disappeared for eight years and was suspected to be dead, but it is not ruled out that he turned from the dark to the bright and devoted himself to other work after the war.

The appearance of the spies is full of smoke bombs. Agatha Christie does not intend to believe the information on paper.

"Wilde hit an iron plate."

The ability of space system can even endanger Wilde's life!

Britain, France and Germany are self-proclaimed superpowers, and they have been competing in all aspects for a long time. They competed for the number of surpassers, and Britain won the first place. The loss of any surpasser would be an unbearable loss for the British government.

In peaceful times, transcendents are even rarer. Looking at the entire European world, there are almost no newcomers.

If she can capture the transcendent-level French intelligence agent...

In exchange, Transcendence is extremely valuable. After the interrogation, the British government can exchange "Athier Rimbaud" for a large number of British spies detained by Charles Baudelaire during the war.

According to rumors, "Artier Rimbaud" was a student of Charles Baudelaire, the leader of the Paris Commune.

Agatha Christie said coldly: "If you only deal with people with special abilities in the space system, isolate this area for me."

After finishing speaking, Agatha Christie arranged all the means against the transcendent of the space system, and said respectfully to the one who came slowly.

"Mr. Shakespeare, I'm counting on you today."

On the vehicle, a famous British opera singer with emeralds on his neckline and a dreamy temperament got off his body.

A few months ago, William Shakespeare escaped from the seven-year-long "singularity" and fled back to England in embarrassment. He had just recovered his supernatural ability, and he needed political credit just once.If not, Agatha Christie would not be able to please the top British powerhouse.

"Athier Rimbaud?" William Shakespeare didn't really want to arrest someone, he owed Charles Baudelaire some favors, "how could he come to England, and I haven't seen him once... "

William Shakespeare couldn't figure out the reason. In order to get rid of the "singularity" caused by the power of Victor Hugo during the war, he went to Britain and France for many years and basically met all the French transcenders, but he didn't see him. Passed "Artille Rimbaud".

Back then, in the signing of the post-war clauses, "Artier Rimbaud" did not appear on the list of French surpassers, and he was regarded as dead.

William Shakespeare's mind flickered, and he didn't fully believe in Agatha's judgment, and Oscar Wilde wouldn't be dizzy.

"As long as he is a space system supernatural power user, he can't escape."

The man whose amateur occupation is an opera singer smiles.

"Catch someone."

Baudelaire, the best he can do is make sure your students don't suffer.

In the apartment, the glass in the bathroom shattered in front of a finger. The sound of glass shattering was quite pleasant, like the sound of space cracking.

After changing his clothes, Arthur Rimbaud stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The wind from the roof blew into the room and swept away the evaporated mist.

As early as when he woke up, he planned to leave today.

"England doesn't welcome me."

Arthur Rimbaud took a step forward.

His figure fell from the sky, his hands spread out, the weight was very light, like a piece of paper, about to float to other places.

However, Arthur Rimbaud broke out in cold sweat, and a strange brilliance appeared in the midair of the Thames River in front of him.

In a flash, an invisible force enveloped the entire world.

Across the river-

An opera singer dressed as a medieval aristocrat looked at the people in the sky and chanted: "Welcome to my 'Midsummer Night's Dream'."

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes suddenly changed.

The gravitational ability enveloped his whole body, he didn't dare to show mercy, and frantically charged his energy, trying to break through the shackles of space.

The next moment, a man burst into the apartment with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Oscar Wilde's hair and body were dripping with water, his eyes were terrified, and he shouted from the balcony: "Mr. Shakespeare! Stop! He is not a French spy——!!!"

The high-density gravity gathered on Arthur Rimbaud's body, like a black lightning bolt, which came later, faster than the naked eye, tearing the clouds and airflow instantly.

In the moment "A Midsummer Night's Dream" was formed.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't care, and ran into one direction!He knows that his only advantage is to "break the surface with a point", and use the superpowers of his whole body to gather a sharp drill bit!

In terms of the strength of a person with supernatural powers and his reputation in the literary world in history, he is far inferior to Shakespeare at the senior level!

If he doesn't leave, he really wants to stay!

"what."

William Shakespeare's premonition came true.

"Wow! The entire Thames River exploded, the windows of the nearby floors were shattered, and the yachts far away were overturned, like a few insignificant ants in a natural disaster.

"he is--"

Agatha Christie's fingers trembled as she held the tea, and the tea splashed out.

The lady exclaimed: "Is this person a gravity ability?"

Oops, the object of Wilde's obsession is not the French spy, but the French traitor - the assassination king?

Blonde hair and blue eyes are the characteristics of Paul Verlaine!

Britain helps France catch traitors?

Agatha Christie is going crazy, where in the world is there such a thing that makes France laugh out loud!