Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Arthur Rimbaud and Paul Verlaine met "again".

In two worlds with different forms, different identities, different personalities, different...complex karma.

Lan Wei fell into a strange situation.

Deeper than love and hate.

Arthur Rimbaud gradually let go of a lot, and when he mentioned this name, he no longer had allergic reactions.The end of the nineteenth century was too old to become a part of the dust of history, and those people in his memory were really just unspeakable memories.

A little sadness wells up.

Overwhelmed by the new things of this era.

Arthur Rimbaud brushed away those old pasts, and accepted his own changes with a clear heart.

"Paul," said Arthur Rimbaud.

"Well." Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud are like looking into a mirror, but one of them in the mirror is wild and unrestrained, and is stripping himself from the misunderstanding of others.

"Paul, Paul Verlaine!" Arthur Rimbaud called out three times, trying to remember that the person represented by this name had changed.

Bye now.

The bald, drunk, swinging man.

Bye now.

To miss him all his life, to publish the "Color Painting Collection" for him, to the man who mourned his death, thank you for sublimating that vain and shameful love in another world!

We all deserve hell, but I'm not going to find you!

We meet and see each other again!

Arthur Rimbaud happily let go of the past, using sunglasses to block the blue eyes that the world calls "wandering angels".He half sat up and laughed, raised his knees, and acted recklessly, like a free seagull in the sea.

On the contrary, the seemingly free Paul Verlaine seems to have transparent invisible shackles on his body, and his life is not as happy as him.

Paul Verlaine watched his performance quietly.

observe.

It is the instinct to assassinate the king.

Arthur Rimbaud said: "I thought you were going to attack me, you just wish you had an older brother?" He looked at Paul Verlaine's appearance, the three-piece suit was more advanced than his cos suit, "Wear it So much, isn't it hot?"

Paul Verlaine didn't care about the questioning, and explained one by one: "My brother is a strong man with the same supernatural power as me. Fighting with my brother can easily trigger the 'singularity' between the same supernatural powers. As for clothes, I'm used to it."

Arthur Rimbaud pointed at himself and yelled strangely: "Your ability to distinguish is not good, how can I be better?"

Paul Verlaine didn't believe it: "'The Faun' coveted your body and strength and created me. Oscar Wilde couldn't love you, and he didn't find the difference between us using the British government's intelligence network. This is 'powerful'. "

Arthur Rimbaud was not blown away, he lay back, changed his position to bask in the sun, and tried to be a sunflower.

"Tell me, although 'Pun Shen' is dead, what's going on between him and 'me'? Decipher it for me."

"Brother, don't you know?"

Paul Verlaine leaned forward slightly with his arm propped on the side of the beach chair, which was a curious and intimate reaction.

"'Pun Shen' likes you and admires your strength. After you disappeared, he frantically searched for you. He only found some remnants of your genes, and suddenly wanted to clone a 'lan' that belonged to him. Wave'."

"My code name in the laboratory is 'Black NO.12'. Before me, there were eleven failed products, all of which were destroyed by the 'Fun God'. I am the only perfect finished product."

"I am closest to you, the 'Fun', when creating me, set your poetry as my command."

"He wants you to see me someday."

"He wants me to find you."

Paul Verlaine confides in the actions of that mad scientist, the head of the French rebels, who loves someone so much.

"..." Arthur Rimbaud rubbed his arms, and his goosebumps came out.

"You must have missed some content." Arthur Rimbaud didn't believe that there were such crazy but affectionate people in the world, and pointed out sharply, "Love leads to hate."

What hoped to find him?

A lunatic with such abilities probably wants to catch him!

Arthur Rimbaud thought it was a pervert.

Paul Verlaine smiled and evaded cleverly: "I don't understand human love, brother, I was born because of you."

Arthur Rimbaud looked at him fixedly: "You really don't understand?"

Paul Verlaine lowered his eyes, "I have been killed since I was born, and I am used to seeing death. I lack the empathy that other people say, and I cannot feel the most sincere feelings of human beings. There is a deep bond between me and other people." barrier."

Arthur Rimbaud asked: "Didn't your partner break the barrier in four years? You never received the blessing he expressed for your birth?"

Paul Verlaine's perfect air was troubled.

"Why did you mention him?"

"Because I've seen him, he's alive, he's had a bad time these years, he's been bullied in Japan."

Arthur Rimbaud looked at the sky and thought of Lan Tang's face dripping with cold sweat.The other party has suffered from mental illness for a long time, and has changed from a transcendent who served the country to a gangster in the social gutter.

Paul Verlaine shook his head: "How could he be bullied, brother is just joking."

Based on Lantang's superhuman ability and personality, Paul Verlaine felt that Yokohama was the opponent's territory, full of the opponent's eyeliner, and the local intelligence network was as riddled with holes as a sieve.

Arthur Rimbaud really wanted to pinch each other's cheeks, like a younger sister at home, and then teach the truth in the tone of a brother.

"Paul, will you take my word for it?"

"Um……"

Paul Verlaine gave a slightly insincere answer.

"You told me a 'past' story, let me tell you a 'future' story too."

Regardless of whether the other party was sincere or perfunctory, Arthur Rimbaud cleared his throat, thinking where is the best place to start telling the story of "Storm Brighter"?Let's start with the explosion in the Yokohama Concession...

"After the explosion in the Yokohama Concession, a wandering figure appeared on the streets of Yokohama. This person lost all memory and was covered with scars. He only had a black hat with the name 'Rimbaud' embroidered on it."

"This man is asking passers-by like a ghost—"

"Where is this place?"

"What happened to this pit?"

"Do you recognize me?"

……

The 19-year-old French spy mission failed.

He lived in Japan for eight years, joined the port mafia, mistakenly took the black hat as his own, and took the pseudonym "Lantang", struggling to pursue the blank past where there was no such person.

In the end, he recovered part of his memory during a battle, recognized the mission target, and died in the joy and despair of regaining his loss.

All this is because he remembered the ending of that year.

His partner betrayed the French government for the purpose of the mission.

He "killed" the person he loved the most.

Before dying, Lantang's guilt and obsession broke through the shackles of memory, and firmly believed that Paul Verlaine was not dead.

Therefore, Lan Tang used the "color painting collection" to read his own corpse.

He became a supernatural life form similar to Paul Verlaine, to understand the pain of his partner.Day after day, year after year, he waited for Paul Verlaine in Japan, knowing that no one in this world would protect his partner.

Lantang wanted to give Paul Verlaine the "Collection of Colored Paintings".

Then, say to the partner who doesn't understand people's hearts——

"Just use this instead of a birthday present. Happy birthday, I'm glad you were born."

……

On the beach by the sea, Paul Verlaine lost his mind.

Arthur Rimbaud had already walked away and returned to wash the sand in a nearby house, leaving the other party alone time to think.

It didn't take Arthur Rimbaud to specifically remind him, Jules Verne would not let people approach this sea area, lest someone bump into the Assassin King and lose his life in vain.

Immersed in the story, Paul Verlaine diverted his attention from his brother for the first time.This is the end of his and his partner's story, which is longer and more twisted than he imagined, and it is far from ending eight years ago.

He didn't understand, really didn't understand at all, he was full of doubts and astonishment just like the "self" in the story!

How could someone would rather sacrifice their human identity and turn themselves into a humanoid with different abilities to save others?

——Do you know what a supernatural life form is like?

——That's someone who doesn't even have dreams.

"You should kill me."

After a long time, Paul Verlaine touched his throat, which was the place where his partner could break, "Friends, you should hate me, kick me, kill me, and use it to avenge my betrayal of you."

"Brother, how do you make me believe this story... He has never been a gentle person in my heart."

"He was dark and cold and taught me not to show mercy."

"How could he..."

Paul Verlaine chuckled, unable to tell what his hazy emotions were.

He couldn't tell the difference, felt at a loss, and felt that the partner he knew was different from the partner seen by others, and his brother told him an "unreal" story.It doesn't matter, he believes that the person who tells him the story will always give him an answer. All kinds of magic in this supernatural society will give him countless reasons to look forward to living.

Paul Verlaine went to his brother's place, waiting for the "miracle" of his life.

——I can trust my loved ones once.

……

The sound of water from the shower drowned out the voice.

The types of troubles of the two brothers are different, but they are both influenced by others. Arthur Rimbaud rubbed the foam on his long hair, thinking about what Verlaine said, feeling a kind of absurdity in time and space.

"The 'I' of this world is missing, whereabouts unknown?"

"Why does the Faun have my poems?"

"Isn't it the first time I came to this world? There is a thing in the supernatural society that travels through the past?"

"Miss Wells, a time-type power user, has the ability to go back in time..."

"Seven years later, time is chaotic on the island."