Cos Verlaine's I crossed

The assassin king lurks in.

On the day he learned of this, Jules Verne felt dizzy.

As the behind-the-scenes guardian of Standard Island, Jules Verne, known as the "Patron Saint" by the residents of the island, has been silently protecting the safety of the island and throwing those who try to cause trouble into the sea.

Unexpectedly, even under close monitoring, he still accidentally let the Assassin King slip in. The other party did not follow the normal route. Most likely, he took advantage of the night to fall from the sky, occupied someone else's residence, and got a "copper coin" in the shortest possible time.

The holder of the "copper coin" can only be active in the tourist area.

This person figured out the rules of the island, and non-stop exchanged the "copper coins" for "silver coins" held by the island staff, and then seized the "gold coins" held by the island's military personnel. Impact.

From this aspect, Jules Verne felt the difference between that drinking buddy and the assassin king, at least the drinking buddy obeyed the rules!

When Jules Verne tracked Paul Verlaine at night, he was also afraid of the opponent's anti-reconnaissance ability, so he didn't get too close, "Is he looking for someone who looks like himself?"

"It seems that he knows that his brother has been here?"

"Who leaked it to him?"

"Lan Tang who was traveling with his brother? Or is this pair of brothers... who decided to meet on my island?!"

Jules Verne woke up just in time.

Looking at the behavior of the Assassin King, you can tell that this pair of brothers is not a good thing and cannot be treated with common sense!

As a last resort, Jules Verne appeared again under a false identity, taking risks to stop Paul Verlaine from torturing military personnel and trying to find out the identity of everyone.

"Assassination King, the person you are looking for is not on the island."

"Oh?"

Paul Verlaine looked at the "insider" who came suddenly, the British soldier who no longer went to the tube's feet and lost his mind.

The next moment, danger appeared without any warning!

The avatar controlled by Jules Verne lost both legs, gravity severed its knees, and fell to the ground.

Paul Verlaine laughed: "It's wrong to lie."

Stepping forward, Paul Verlaine found that the person shrouded in darkness was a human-shaped metal mass assembled from various parts, and the manipulator hid behind the scenes and did not show his face.

Jules Verne's avatar said with a remote sounder: "I'm telling the truth, either you're early or you're late."

Paul Verlaine did not want to believe that he was sent a pigeon.

"He said he was waiting for me on the island."

The Assassin King was a little hesitant. Could it be that this waste of time, Wilde, found him too late, causing him to miss his brother?

If so, he will not let Wilde go.

Jules Verne said: "The only time that person visited the island was in the summer of August, and now it is the end of October in autumn, and there is a long time gap."

Paul Verlaine lays a trap: "Are you sure he looks like me? I'm looking for a man with short hair."

Jules Verne insisted: "Long hair, blond hair and blue eyes, in his twenties, there is no difference in appearance and height from yours. The information I said can be accurate to the millimeter."

Paul Verlaine got his brother's information from the second population, his brows and eyes widened, and his elegant and charming appearance dispelled the danger.

"That's right, it's him."

"If you have made an appointment to meet, please wait patiently, or find a way to contact him by phone, and stop interrogating irrelevant people. That person has never killed anyone since he went to the island."

Jules Verne was keenly aware that the Assassin King cared about his brother, so he made corresponding demands.

"In that case, I'll wait a few more days."

Paul Verlaine left lightly, like a wisp of mist.

Jules Verne's heart sank.

What if the other party doesn't come?

Will the Assassin King walk away, or be angry on the island?

After Rimbaud left, Jules Verne paid regular attention to the situation of the other party, and learned that the other party was playing in London, having a love affair with the British transcender, which caused a little trouble.Later, Rimbaud lost contact in the Atlantic Ocean, and there was no specific news.

Jules Verne admired Rimbaud's freedom very much. Every time there was an accident on the island, he felt a little depressed.

In terms of real strength, he is not afraid of assassinating the king.

He was afraid of revealing his identity.

The assassination king seems to be alive and kicking, because the French government is unwilling to spend a lot of money to arrest people, but Jules Verne can't do it. The identity of the "seven traitors" is exposed, and France, Britain, and Germany will collectively send people to arrest them he.

[I shouldn't have had a drink with you last time, I reminded you in vain. 】

Letting out a breath, Jules Verne decided to turn passive into active, sacrificing his sleep time at night to check intelligence.

One night passed.

Jules Verne, despite his sleepiness, found Rimbaud's last clue.

"This guy... got lost first, and then went to do skin management? Completely forgot about the Assassin King?"

The blond-haired, blue-eyed man who looked exactly like the Assassin King ran all over the North Pacific Ocean, but failed to find the floating island.

On the way, the other party was attracted by commercial advertisements and excitedly signed up, but was begged by the people in the tanning agency, saying that the other party was perfect and a masterpiece carefully created by God, and there was no need to ruin this cold white skin in order to catch up with the trend .

Regardless, Arthur Rimbaud insisted on changing his tired skin color and becoming a masculine dark-skinned beauty.

The tanning process is a gradual type.

The first link does not exceed 10 minutes. Every time you need to replenish water and skin care, the steps are very cumbersome.Lying on the bed illuminated by the sun lamp, with his legs crossed, Arthur Rimbaud insisted on three courses of treatment, which added a bit of honey to his stubborn cold white skin.

He felt more and more "sunshine" in the mirror. The evidence was that the beauties who applied skin care oil for him were all flushed, and their eyes were getting hotter every day.

However, his image overhaul plan failed to proceed.

A satellite phone call found him.

Jules Verne said quietly: "I didn't bother you, did you? You seem to be having a good time. What did you forget?"

Arthur Rimbaud knew that he could correct his mistakes, and immediately apologized: "Sorry, my dear friend, give me another week, and I will go to the appointment right away!"

Jules Verne said: "Come here immediately."

Arthur Rimbaud glanced at the tanning lamps and the subscriptions to hair magazines on the table, which he had recently become obsessed with.

"I... well, you send me a boat."

"If you don't have a boat, fly by yourself. I'll send you the location information. If I don't see you in a day, I'll tell other people your whereabouts, so that you can experience the feeling of returning home when you go out."

Final notice from Jules Verne.

Arthur Rimbaud patted his forehead: "He has always had a good temper. Verlaine must have caused trouble on the island..."

But besides Standard Island, he couldn't think of any other good place.

After all, Jules Verne could watch Verlaine.

"With great power comes great responsibility." Arthur Rimbaud lamented the current situation of the supernatural society, turned over, put on a bathrobe, and walked out of the range of the sun lamp.

"I don't want to go out and go back to the country."

Half an hour later, Arthur Rimbaud was fully dressed and stuck out his tongue at the big yellow dog at the gate of the skin management agency.

With a "woof", Arthur Rimbaud finished threatening.

He withdrew from the environment where ordinary people lived and worked in peace and contentment, and went to the distant standard island, turning himself into a ray of wind in the sky of the North Pacific Ocean, participating in his never ordinary destiny.

……

The sun is shining brightly at sea.

On the shore of Standard Island, the private beach in the rich area, there is one more person on the deck chair placed there.

Arthur Rimbaud is lying on a beach chair, with long hair scattered, wearing big sunglasses, enjoying the natural sunbathing.In order to make the color of his skin darker, he was not wearing any clothes, and a large towel was covered on his abdomen. The crystal sweat on his skin was like honey, and the color of his skin did not decrease but increased, which could make people shudder. Swallowing, wanting to touch the muscles above.

When Arthur Rimbaud was living his life leisurely, the real assassin came from the end of the beach, and the waves accompanied his steps, giving him an indescribable beauty.

"Are you basking in the sun?"

It was a questioning tone.

Arthur Rimbaud did not open the parasol, except for his skin color, his appearance and figure were exactly the same as Paul Verlaine's. At most, the image of basking in the sun was a bit unexpected, at least not what Paul Verlaine thought.

"Yes."

Arthur Rimbaud dozed off, unable to raise his guard.

There was no sense of strangeness between the two, and the natural attraction occupied Paul Verlaine's entire mind.Every cell in him is jumping for joy, wanting to get close to his own body, wanting to sense the other party's strength, and tightly grasping the other party's existence, that is a relationship closer than twin brothers!They are two shooting stars that no longer fall alone in the sky!

——I have found the source of my birth.

Paul Verlaine of the Punctualists said: "I have been waiting for you for several days, and you are a little late."

Arthur Rimbaud said casually: "You have too little patience."

Paul Verlaine gave up gravity and stepped on the beach wearing leather shoes. Every step was precise and did not let the sand overflow his shoes. Life is only so long, and I don't want to waste too much time in meaningless places."

The two chatted for a while.

Paul Verlaine came to the side. The nearest beach chair was ten meters away. He didn't want to sit there. It was too far away from Arthur Rimbaud, so he couldn't feel his every move.

So he sat down beside Arthur Rimbaud, blocking out some of the sunlight.

"Brother, I'm here."

"..."

This title made Arthur Rimbaud dumbfounded.

……

this day.

Arthur Rimbaud, who lost his family, had an extra brother by accident.

The speed of the other party's recognition is astonishing.