Cos Verlaine's I crossed

It's been a little weird lately.

Paul Verlaine thought of this, walking on the border of Sicily, Italians with open folk customs paid attention to him one after another.

The blond man is wearing a three-piece suit, with a white coat on his shoulders, a dark shirt and vest inside, a flower-shaped brooch and handkerchief on the chest of the white suit, and a slight smile on his face, as if he is going on a romantic date at any time.

He raised his hand to touch the braided hair next to his ear, and the red lining was exposed at the cuffs, and the bright color was very shocking.

A man of elegance to the core.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, looks like a god, synonymous with assassination king.

Just looking at the appearance, uninformed Italians mistakenly thought that it was a big star visiting Sicily.

Paul Verlaine had just killed a wealthy British businessman who was vacationing in Rome, the capital of Italy. The other party had an official background with the British government. He had offered a good reward in the underground world and was notorious. It was in line with his intention to warn the British government not to mess with him.

The British government just wanted to recruit him. Today, a German email appeared in his private mailbox. The other party borrowed the identity of the German "Goethe" to get closer to the hypocritical him.

[When did I have friends? 】

Paul Verlaine was slightly annoyed, being harassed one after another.

He thinks that the information security measures are passable, and the place where he usually stays is a secret among secrets. However, those international intelligence organizations have become a sieve, spying on his reaction.

He had never met Goethe, so he more or less knew the identity of the other party.Goethe is a leading figure in the supernatural world in Germany, and he was as famous as Shakespeare, Hugo, and Dante during the war.

The question is—what does it matter to him?

Paul Verlaine's cell phone vibrated, and another call came.

Paul Verlaine's blue eyes were dim, and he was resting. In theory, no intelligence organization would dare to disturb him.

U.K?

Germany?

Should it be the next call, it's France's turn to find fault.

After two rounds of harassment, it was hard for Paul Verlaine not to suspect that the French government was the leader of the three bandits, Britain, France and Germany.

Paul Verlaine on a transnational call: "Who?"

"I am—" the person on the other side of the phone subconsciously used Japanese, then immediately switched to French, and said respectfully: "Mr. Verlaine, I am an information dealer in Yokohama, Japan. gone."

Paul Verlaine thought of many possibilities, but he did not expect that the informant he arranged in Japan finally reported the information.

Whether it's early or late, I'm stuck at this sensitive time.

Has his long-lost brother been found? !

The Assassin King no longer wandered around places ruled by the mafia, and quickly left the front of people to answer the phone in a quiet and remote place.

"Japanese, are you safe there?"

"It's safe at the moment."

"Which kind of news is it? About the black flame, or about the Japanese military base?"

"It's a flame. Someone witnessed a black flame in Leibo Street in Yokohama City. Later, a rumor spread that people who died with resentment inadvertently summoned the god "Arabato" and resurrected from the black flame. Taking revenge on other people."

"……"What is this stuff.

Paul Verlaine looked puzzled. As a Frenchman, he didn't know what "Huangba spit" was. He just thought the name was strange, as if he had heard a little Japanese folk story.

What is the relationship between Huang Ba Tu and his younger brother?

Shouldn't it be the younger brother who controls the black flame?

He is not interested in "Huangba spit" and true and false resurrection rumors, he only wants to know the news of his younger brother!

Paul Verlaine asked deliberately: "Is there a powerful young man in these rumors?"

The Japanese intelligence dealer said cautiously: "No."

Paul Verlaine calmed down. I'm afraid that the incident with the black flame was a coincidence: "Continue to observe. If you have follow-up news, you can call me and let me know. This phone number will not be changed for the time being."

The voice paused, and Paul Verlaine's eyes slid coldly, as if a corner of a glacier buried in the deep sea was exposed.

"Don't give out my phone number."

He is free, and after escaping from the supervision of the French government, he is not prepared to do anything for any country.

Even if you die, you must die freely.

Next time, he will replace these intelligence personnel!

After Paul Verlaine hung up the phone and looked at the scenery of Sicily, his sharp eyes narrowed again.

He likes the feeling of traveling.

He thought that he could find the meaning of living during the journey, but what made him look forward to was still the existence of his younger brother.He longs for his relatives, walks alone in this world, and wants to find a place of emotional resonance from the only remaining relatives.

"Brother, you should live somewhere in Japan. When you become famous, brother will find your whereabouts and never let you fall into the control of those forces."

"We are the only ones traveling together."

Paul Verlaine said softly that the meaning of his younger brother is extremely important, and that may be a future where he will no longer be alone.

At that time, he was so convinced that once he had definite news, no one could stop him from looking for his younger brother.

Brother is irreplaceable.

……

Germany, Berlin's intelligence agencies have exerted their strength to investigate the traces of Paul Verlaine's recent travels.

They quickly locked on a homicide in Rome, Italy.

Paul Verlaine killed the British businessman in a unique way, and it is difficult for another person to imitate his clean and neat technique.People who don't know the Assassin King will always mistake it for the ability of space cutting, and underestimate the skills honed by the Assassin King himself.

In essence, it is a silent killing technique that turns the gravity ability into a gravity blade after controlling the gravity ability in a subtle way.

Intimidating.

hard to resist.

Only the real space system ability can stop it.

Furthermore, Paul Verlaine also received a bounty. After the national intelligence agency got serious, it would be easy to investigate his behavior of killing a wealthy British businessman in a sudden violation of the norm of not provoking the government.

"Why is he in Italy?"

Goethe was shocked when he got the whereabouts of Paul Verlaine.

The time of death of the wealthy British businessman overlapped with the time when he "manipulated" Paul Verlaine, which happened to be the days when the other party was on a German ship and pretended to obey orders!

No matter how Goethe calculates the time, it is impossible for the Assassin King to appear in Rome and return to the ship just to kill a wealthy British businessman on a whim.Even if Germany and Italy are not far apart, this is beyond the scope of the gravity ability.

"The death of the rich British businessman was a way to assassinate the king, and on the German ship, I am also very sure that the Paul I know has the ability of gravity, the DNA is exactly the same, it cannot be a disguise..."

It is difficult for one person to have two different abilities.

Even if he is given a supernatural disguise by others, he must be someone who is very familiar with Paul Verlaine to be able to see through Goethe's words as instructions immediately after disguising himself as Paul Verlaine!

Compared with the assassin king who killed people in Rome, Goethe is more willing to believe in scientifically verified DNA——

"Could it be that the 'Fun God' secretly created another 'Black NO.13' in other bases before he died?"

"No, there is no basis for speculation."

Goethe said firmly: "Nietzsche and I can't miss it together. That man is so casual, he played a joke on us, and came to the world to play like the wind..."

As soon as the words fell, the devil's thinking turned around.

He has been secretly following the Assassin King for many years, but there seems to be no "naughty" in the intelligence impression left by the Assassin King?

The king of assassins is the one who is heartless and ruthless.

Goethe lost his mind: "Which assassin king is real?"

Immediately afterwards, Schiller came to his office with a British government intelligence report.

"Mr. Goethe, I heard that you are investigating the assassination king."

Schiller said intimately, "He stayed in London in August and was hunted down by the British Clock Tower. At that time, the reason was unknown, and various false news continued. You suddenly left Germany again. I didn't have time to mention this to you."

Goethe attaches great importance to it and means to listen.

Schiller said confidently: "I have investigated the cause and effect of the incident. The Assassin King lived with a British Transcendent and was mistaken for an enemy spy. Afterwards, the British government found out who he was and gave up arresting him. Take revenge on the British government and accept the reward order from the rich British businessmen."

Goethe frowned a little bit.

Schiller didn't want to see Mr. Goethe's sorrow, and put the information on the table: "What are you thinking?"

Goethe asked: "Who is that English Transcendent?"

Schiller didn't expect him to care about this issue, and said bluntly: "Oscar Wilde."

Goethe felt that Paul Verlaine was not a good man.

"They live together?"

"To be precise, it was a romantic relationship. The Assassin King tried to take Oscar Wilde with him, but was rejected."

"……I see."

Goethe's favorable opinion of the British reached an all-time low.

What a guy who doesn't know what to do.

The identity of the other party was exposed, and it was fine to be hunted down in the UK, but the British transcender didn't even have the courage to leave with his love partner, and he planned to prostitute for nothing.

Schiller asked tentatively: "Mr. Goethe, why did you suddenly pay attention to the Assassin King?"

Goethe smiled: "I think he has the hope to join Germany and become Germany's transcendent."

Schiller was surprised: "Impossible."

Goethe said earnestly: "It depends on human efforts."

If not, judging from the experience of the devil as a human being, twisted melons are not only very fragrant, but also very thirst-quenching.

……

In Japan, after spreading the rumors, Lantang sat in the villa in a daze, unable to figure out why relatives and friends did not come.

He has revealed the "resurrection" blatantly!

There is no real resurrection in this world, but there are false resurrections. Lantang's supernatural ability "color painting collection" can read the corpse of the supernatural person, and turn the supernatural ability in the corpse into a supernatural life with memory. , reappear in the world.

"I made it clear that I restored my memory and investigated the black flame. How could my relatives and friends not understand?"

"Am I not straightforward enough?"

"He is abroad, and the informant in Yokohama hasn't received relevant information yet?"

Lan Tang rubbed his aching forehead.

Ever since he met Zhongyuan Zhongye, Lantang's hope of finding Paul Verlaine was once again extinguished, because Zhongyuan Zhongye didn't know anything about it, and he dared to use his own words in this situation.

Lan Tang temporarily gave up the act of trying to be good with Zhong Ye in the Central Plains, and it was meaningless not to be able to contact his brother's brother.

【I don’t know anything, Chuya-kun. 】

【Your role—is it just to let me complete the task foolishly?What I need is to find your brother! 】

The French man with long black curly hair lamented unceasingly. The worry in his eyes about the whereabouts of his relatives and friends outweighed his desire to return home.

Not once, do it again, put your own hints in front of Paul Verlaine's eyes!

Lan Tang flexed his index finger under the glove.

The golden subspace cube fell to the ground, and the bright light shrouded the surroundings.

A white-haired old man had risen from the dead in the warp he had created, stern-faced, with the majesty of an over-elevated man, exactly the same as the late former port mafia chief.

It's very simple. When Lan Tang was looking for the chess piece, he thought of the former leader who had harmed him and was full of crimes. The narrow-minded French transcender dug the opponent's grave overnight and read the opponent as a supernatural life form , Since then, he has become a puppet under his control, and the memories of his life are all set by using supernatural powers.

"Go ahead and create more chaos in Saibo Street. I allow you to take revenge on the port mafia—but you can't hurt anyone other than the usurper mastermind."

There was a hint of impatience in Lan Tang's indifferent expression.

He has been in the organization for eight years and has no friends, but he has a comradeship that is always in his heart, and he doesn't want to hurt those people.

"Finally, you leave a message for me."

"Tell everyone—"

"'I'm back, I've woken up from the flames of hell, I want to talk to you face to face, if you don't come out to meet me, I'll go and arrest that boy you care about!'"

……

On this day, the port mafia vault was stolen.

The former leader appeared in the black flames, left a ghostly threat to everyone, and then disappeared.

The port mafia is panicking.

There are rumors that the resentful soul of the former leader has turned into an evil spirit, and will take revenge on the tricky current leader.

Moving from the basement back to the chief's room, Mori Ogai watched the surveillance video with a gloomy face. The warning voice left by the previous chief echoed in his ears, giving him another urge to move back to the basement.Mori Ogai walked up and down on the scarlet European-style carpet, thinking about the reason, and said to himself: "I don't want to come out, so you arrest the boy I care about?"

Mori Ogai smiled strangely.

This person who is suspected to be the leader of the previous generation is talking about the Dazai-kun who helped him witness the death and forged the last words, right?

Taking a Dazai lord can exchange your own safety?

Seems like a good deal...

Cough!