Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Before Lan Tang left, in order to destroy the traces of his life, he set a big fire and burned down the villa inside and out.

The former quiet garden was also destroyed.

The quasi-cadre of the port mafia named "Lantang" has since disappeared and will no longer admit his past identity.That fire also destroyed the dark days when he killed people in order to survive after he lost his memory.

Sitting on the plane, Lan Tang touched the two notebooks hidden under his clothes, his expression softened, and he looked outside again, with deep homesickness in his eyes—he could finally return to France.

One is a mission notebook with yellowed paper.

A record of his espionage career, which he could read to his teacher to make sure he had no intention of betraying France.

The other... is a collection of ethereal poetry.

Arthur Rimbaud's collection of poems is one of the treasures of the literary world at the end of the nineteenth century. It is of extraordinary significance in the exhausted literary world of the literary world.

In the turbulent years 12 years ago, "The God of Mu" obtained this collection of poetry for some reason, and used the content of the collection to set the order of "No. 12 of Black", so the content inside could not be leaked.

After thinking about it, Lan Tang didn't destroy the collection of poems written by Arthur Rampommer, and decided to take the secret of this collection of poems to the grave.

It's a risky thing to do.

It doesn't matter, which one of the things he does has no risk?

Lan Tang stroked the collection of poems, remembering poems that pointed to the soul every sentence in his mind, and no longer delved into the story behind it.

He only knows one thing-

【I will protect Paul, and the brother Paul likes. 】

That being the case, the French don't worry anymore, after all, Paul is still waiting for his performance in France.Once he performed poorly, he had reason to think that Paul would run away and never see him again.

In Yokohama City, the weak but not innocent "sheep" organization celebrated everyone's safe return, but they didn't know that they were being targeted by Osamu Dazai.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also immersed in the laughter of his companions, ignoring the unnatural expressions of a few people.Although the lambs are confident that they have the strength of Zhongye in the Central Plains to defend their safety, but the European assassination circle?Everyone felt a little bit of horror, and didn't understand how to provoke him.

After Osamu Dazai investigated the background of "Sheep", he had a plan in mind.What he has to do is to magnify the fear of the group of orphans and misunderstand the old members of the "Sheep" organization. It is the best choice to abandon the Central Plains, and leaving the Central Plains is a dangerous trouble!

After the people of the "sheep" took Zhongya in Zhongyuan, Zhongya used his strength to protect them for many years, and both parties have repaid their kindness!

"After things are done..."

"What do I want to exchange for the favor of the 'Assassin King'?"

"It's impossible for them to take me away."

Osamu Dazai sat cross-legged on the stone pier, thinking hard about what he wanted, and a vague wish appeared in his mind unexpectedly.

He wants to find someone.

Osamu Dazai's face changed several times, making up his mind.

"If the assassination king can't find him, I will give up. No one in this world is worth my time to take revenge."

Jumping off the stone pier, Dazai Osamu looked at Hirotsu Yanagi who was walking towards him.Hirotsu Liulang, the head of the Black Lizard Hundred, possessed the power of "repulsion", and came here on Mori Ogai's order. He bowed and said, "Dazai-kun, the leader is here, please come back with me."

Osamu Dazai: "Tch."

His eyes became indifferent, and he moved to the dark side.

……

A few days later, Osamu Dazai stayed at home, spreading rumors unfavorable to Chuya Chuya, and arranged several unsuccessful assassinations.

The "sheep" organization fell apart.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stabbed by people around him, and he was handed over in exchange for a bounty.

Paul Verlaine took over his brother who was powerless to resist and passed out with a smile, and paid a large bounty as agreed.Witnessing the extraordinary power of wisdom, he gave Osamu Dazai a high look.

"Brother, our younger brother is here."

"It's a good deal. I only provided the toxin and 100 million US dollars in exchange for my brother's ownership."

Paul Verlaine was extremely satisfied, and was willing to give Osamu Dazai a five-star praise, and Osamu Dazai would also handle the after-sales service perfectly—guaranteeing a heart-wrenching ending for the lambs.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was twitching and rolling his eyes under the neurotoxin, and said gloatingly, "Is he all right?"

Paul Verlaine kissed his younger brother's cheeks with baby fat, and said, "I will not give those brats inferior rat poison to prevent damage to the body. The toxin I provide will not have sequelae."

Arthur Rimbaud reminded: "You still owe him a favor?"

Paul Verlaine said calmly: "It's a small thing."

The Assassin King will not break promises.

I believe that with the IQ of that kid, he will not make excessive demands.

After all, he could kill his employer after completing the task.

After Arthur Rimbaud saw that Paul Verlaine and Zhongyuan Zhongye reached a harmonious coexistence (?) and brotherhood (?) ending, the 15-year-old plot of Wenye Shuanghei has been broken up beyond recognition by him.

Lan Tang survived and returned to France.

There are no dead friends in the Central Plains, and he hates Paul Verlaine, and has since stayed away from the "sheep" organization and the port mafia.

Paul Verlaine saw Lan Tang's sincerity clearly, and he had a home he could go back to and a wholehearted love.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled sincerely: "As long as you are happy."

After speaking, his footsteps had the intention of slipping away.

That night, the three of them opened two rooms and lived in the hotel.Paul Verlaine did not sleep on the same bed as Arthur Rimbaud, but comforted Chuya Nakahara in the next room.

Nakahara Chuya's roar can shake walls and floors.

"Don't think I'm a fool!"

"Mr. Lan Tang is gone, you are definitely the reward!"

"My bounty has ended for several days. It is clear that you have intervened in it again, causing me to be misunderstood by my companions!"

"Even if they are wrong, you are not a good person!"

"What? - You gave them 100 million US dollars? Do you think it's too little, you should give them [-] million US dollars?!"

The high pitched voice of the orange-haired boy weakened.

Arthur Rimbaud couldn't help laughing, admiring Dazai Osamu's handling of Chuya Chuya, the 100 million US dollars was just stuck in the place where Chuya of the Central Plains felt guilty. If [-] million US dollars were given, it would be an authentic human transaction.

One million US dollars, not too much, not too much, is enough for a group of children organized by "Sheep" to nourish their lives in the future.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also a proud person in his bones, and he can't bear the humiliation caused by betrayal.He understood that his value was higher than $100 million, and it was the "sheep" who underestimated him, causing his companions to sell him eagerly for $100 million.

"Let me go back and take a look... After that... I won't go back again. I will find a way to return the 100 million dollars to you..."

The follow-up development is welcome.

Having lost his home on Leibo Street, Zhongya Zhongya owed Paul Verlaine another US$100 million, and he couldn't stop scratching his head in a short period of time. It was easy for Paul Verlaine to take his brother away.

People who have been cut off from their ties can go anywhere, not to mention Paul Verlaine is Chuya's elder brother.

Arthur Rimbaud opened the window cautiously, with one foot on the window sill, and a sea travel bag on his shoulder.

He left furtively, not daring to make a sound.

After half an hour.

Chuya Nakahara, who had a tangled face, was settled. Paul Verlaine brought his younger brother to see his elder brother, and knocked on the door, but there was no movement behind the door.

Paul Verlaine reacted quickly and broke in without hesitation.

Zhong Yuanzhong also shouted: "You are very rude!"

"Politeness? This kind of thing is a kind of decoration, and it has no effect at critical times." Paul Verlaine looked around, his face was cold, and he quickly walked to the window to check the footprints, "Brother ran away."

Zhong Yuanzhong also encountered incomprehensible suspenseful incidents, his azure eyes recovered, and he was no longer unhappy: "If he wants to leave, he can go through the main entrance. Why did he escape through the window?"

"I will hear footsteps when you walk through the main entrance. He was guarding against me. This guy ran away alone." Paul Verlaine tidied up the hotel, took everything he needed, grabbed Nakahara Chuya's arm, and walked out of the window. He rushed out, "Come with me!"

Just as Zhongyuan Zhongye was about to answer, his mouth was filled with wind.

Paul Verlaine refused to let Chuya Nakahara fly alone, for fear of delaying time, his speed after using gravity was astonishing.

A red meteor appeared in the night sky.

Osamu Dazai drew the curtain of the bed and stopped looking at other people's world.

He had a premonition—that he would meet those people again, and the "fate" between them would be reconnected in the future.

"Mr. Sen, the King of Sheep you fancy is gone."

"Ugh."

Mori Ogai had a scruffy beard, he was arranging his clothes in the clinic, and he turned around and said, "I'm content with Dazai-kun coming back."

Osamu Dazai said, "I didn't come back because I missed you."

Mori Ogai smiled, and said slowly: "I know, it doesn't matter for any reason, the port mafia always welcomes you to join."

Mori Ogai put a black coat on Dazai Osamu's shoulders.

"I'll send you off, I've been wearing more recently."

outside.

The autumn wind is bleak and the temperature keeps dropping. The residents of Yokohama put on clothes with long sleeves and trousers and moved forward on the original road.

Edogawa ranpo changed into autumn clothes, looked up and saw the red shooting star, his green eyes were full of childish innocence, he pulled Fukuzawa Yukichi beside him and said: "Uncle, my mother said that you can make a wish when you see a shooting star! I want to make a wish to be taken care of in the future!"

Fukuzawa Yukichi: "..."

You just name her name and say that you want me to support you.

……

Arthur Rimbaud abandoned Paul Verlaine and Chuya Nakahara, stowed on a cruise ship bound for Africa, and was about to start a new round of travel.

"Fortunately, I was resourceful and ran in time."

After seeing the Assassin King's acknowledgment attitude, Arthur Rimbaud had a premonition that Paul Verlaine would become his own gummy candy.

[If you don't cling to your relatives and friends, what are you clinging to me for? 】

Arthur Rimbaud mixed into the night banquet of the sea cruise, walked among the guests, picked up a glass of champagne from the waiter's plate, chatted with men about the world situation, and chatted with women about the romance, feeling very uncomfortable.

You can start your journey again.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled complacently at the thought of letting the pigeons go, and within a moment, the guests let out an exclamation.

Arthur Rimbaud had a bad feeling and hid himself in the crowd.

【impossible! 】

[Is his tracking ability so strong? ! 】

Beside the cruise ship, a handsome man in a white suit and black hat descended from the sky, stepped on the railing, and dragged another orange-haired boy in his hand. The two crossed the sea and chased after the multinational cruise ship.

Seems to be telepathy from the "twins".

It also seems to be an indelible connection between the clone and the main body.

Paul Verlaine stared at a corner like a falcon, grabbed Arthur Rimbaud who was hiding in the shadows, and smiled: "Brother, you want to go to Africa, why don't you wait for me? I am also very grateful interest."

Zhong Yuanzhong also greeted awkwardly: "Mr. Rimbaud, I didn't want to come, he grabbed me to come—"

What Arthur Rimbaud drank was not champagne but bitters.

Who gave him the confidence to escape from the Assassin King?

It is a night of luxury and luxury.

……

In short, the solo tour has become a three-person tour.

After paying the boat fare, Paul Verlaine asked Nakahara Nakaya to live alone in a sea view room, and he stayed with Arthur Rimbaud for 24 hours.Arthur Rimbaud's second and third escape plans failed, and he accepted two bottles of oil while pinching his nose.

Life on board becomes richer.

Arthur Rimbaud said maliciously to Paul Verlaine: "Let me see the difference between us."

Paul Verlaine was calm: "There is no difference except skin color."

Arthur Rimbaud's thief hand stretched out and stripped the assassin king who had a lot of clothes: "You can only find out after checking."

"The legs are about as long as mine..."

"The waist is thinner than mine... Could it be that I gained some weight from eating?"

"Hahahaha, little brother, I thought you could suppress Lan Tang, why are you so inferior! You have been slept by Lan Tang!"

After a few months, they left Japan in the Far East behind.

Zhongyuan Zhong also lived a life beyond his imagination. He changed from a Japanese boy who would be deceived to a fierce boy abroad.They took a bumpy car ride, scrapped three sports cars, and finally climbed into the back of a wild van and headed for coffee in Ethiopia, Africa.

On an indigenous territory.

Arthur Rimbaud observed the production process of mosquito cakes, Zhongya Nakahara's face turned blue, and he stayed away from him, recalling his travel life when he was either having diarrhea or on the road.

Zhongyuan Zhong also understood that when resupplying items in the last city, Arthur Rimbaud would enthusiastically recommend painkillers, antidiarrheals, antipruritics, anti-inflammatory drugs, stomach medicines, and vitamin tablets.In order to prevent yellow fever and malaria in Africa, he was pulled over for a few injections, and had to manually measure his body temperature every day to prevent him from being recruited at any time.

There is also a painful realization in the Central Plains: without a strong stomach and physique, it is not suitable to come to a place like Africa!

Among the three, only Arthur Rimbaud didn't have diarrhea once. He danced and communicated with the natives, and switched languages ​​in one mouthful. This wasn't the first time the other party came to Africa!

Paul Verlaine's white suit jacket, which he couldn't find the dry cleaners, was draped over his arm. He was wearing a crisp shirt and trousers, and he walked around with his mobile phone, trying to connect to the Internet signal.

The Assassin King lost contact with the outside world.

The intelligence dealer couldn't get in touch with him, and neither could Lan Tang.

Paul Verlaine has never been to such a backward area, it is simply an uncivilized world, and human beings remain simple and wild. "Isn't there an Internet here?"

Arthur Rimbaud's cheers came from the side.

"Brother! Let's eat cake!"

……