Cos Verlaine's I crossed

What if the price of obtaining supernatural powers is to dissipate hundreds of millions of wealth and become a black household?

Some plutocrats hesitate.

However, Arthur Rimbaud would never hesitate.

Come on though!

He is willing to accept the gift called "miracle", even if the storm drenches his whole body, his nerves are stimulated and paralyzed by the electric light and sparks, and he dies swaying in madness.

The greatest addiction in the world is human curiosity and desire to explore the unknown.

[How should I take the first step in a different world? 】

【Calm down! 】

[Ran Bo, you are a person who has traveled through a hundred years, are you still afraid of traveling to another world? 】

[First... the situation is unknown, I can't expose myself. 】

At the entrance of the alley, beside the faintly shrouded wall, after several minutes of intense psychological struggle, Arthur Rimbaud moved to the depths of the alley, carefully avoiding being exposed to the sun.

If there is no accident, he is a black household again this time.

He tried to use a mobile phone, but the mobile phone had no signal and could not obtain the network information of this world.However, the mobile phone he bought stored a lot of information, the most valuable being some high-secret munitions manufacturing blueprints. As long as the development of firearms in this world is later than his side, he can get benefits from the blueprints, so that he won’t even make money with one None of the things.

In addition, he also saved several novels, animations, and movies, but all the novels and animations about "Bungo Stray Dogs" disappeared from the phone.

【interesting. 】

Arthur Rimbaud looked up and down all around.

The domestic garbage in a city can vaguely judge the city's rich and poor, but here is obviously not very rich, and the garbage is also lack of classification.

It is morning at this time, and the temperature is about 15~20℃.

He was wearing a three-piece suit and a white suit over his shoulders. His overall body feeling was a bit hot, and he could feel the obvious temperature difference before and after crossing.He had noticed the short-sleeved clothes that the residents were drying upstairs, so it was more likely that it was summer.

[As far as I know, there are many worlds with special powers in Japanese light novels, but there are very few worlds with the power of gravity, and even fewer worlds that express gravity with "red light". strength. 】

Arthur Rimbaud thoughtfully, brushing his fingers casually over his cheeks, went to look at the gloves.

[No trace of liquid foundation? 】

He knew how much liquid foundation he had applied on his face to cover his tanned skin after becoming a mercenary, and it was impossible to wipe it off.

He tilted the phone, and when the screen of the phone went off, the reflection of his cosplayer Paul Verlaine's face seemed to be a little more perfect than his retouched appearance.

He has no feeling for the improvement of his appearance, just like Leonardo is not merciful when he is ruined, he can't understand what those people who have become monsters after plastic surgery are thinking.As long as people are happy, it doesn't matter whether you are beautiful, ugly, fat or thin, money will make up for all your problems.

Of course, this theory only exists in a world without supernatural powers.

From morning to evening.

The sun is gradually setting towards the west from overhead.

No matter how many people passed by outside, he didn't make any movement.

Arthur Rimbaud was wearing a black hat, but he took off the white suit on his shoulders and put it in his arms, reducing the presence of the white suit.He stood in a corner where no one cared about him, looked at the sky above the alley, and used his patience as a mercenary to the extreme.

He believes that the dark night can cover some troubles and bring some good luck along the way.

Six p.m.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

eight pm……

As night fell, there were no stars in the sky, only a moon as white as jade.

Arthur Rimbaud stretched his limbs, opened his arms, and his whole body was wrapped in red light, easily displaying the supernatural power he had suddenly mastered.Floating on his toes, he rushed straight up, borrowed the north wall of the residential building to avoid all the city cameras, and came to the top of the building.

When he landed, he bent his knees and squatted, his leather shoes were shiny, and a little dust was raised around his feet.

Occupy the commanding heights.

Take unfamiliar cities into your eyes.

Arthur Rimbaud smiled, his eyes reflected the city of Yokohama, with a night market full of lights and feasting, and five tall buildings with landmark buildings, the whole city seemed to return to the memory ten years ago, with an old feeling and a lack of modern city Development with each passing day.

"My decision was not wrong."

"This is no longer the world I am familiar with."

Before many things are clarified, it is much safer to be a ghost who blends into the shadows than to show off in front of people, at least not to be caught for interrogation.

Artille Rimbaud moves nimbly through the crevices of the city, and through the panes of glass he can catch a glimpse of the television that the Japanese watch at home, broadcasting News of Yokohama City.It didn't take long for Arthur Rimbaud to come to the place he was looking for - the Leibo Street built under the huge nearly circular pit.

This is a place that does not exist in reality, enough to judge where you have come.

——A world where literary giants from all over the world abandon their pens and join the army.

"That's right."

Arthur Rimbaud's joyful expression of enjoying freedom changed, and he became serious, surprised by the diameter of the explosion, witnessing a more magnificent picture than the animation.

He touched his face for the second time.

Black households are not scary.

The scary thing is that because of this face, he may be wanted by the French authorities.

"Could I be Paul Verlaine who replaced Wen Ye?"

Arthur Rimbaud muttered, not too flustered. He ran away from home when he was 16 years old, joined the shooting team, and followed the Paris Commune against the French government.

On rebellion, he has experience.

His headache now is that he has traveled through time in a blink of an eye, and his body may not be his factory version?

"no!"

"I'm going to check my body!"

Like a gust of wind, Arthur Rimbaud turned into a black shadow and ran away in a hurry.

Zhongyuan Zhong, who lived in Leibo Street, also knew nothing about it.

The biggest change of fate is coming.

"The skin has turned white."

"My pores are so fine, there is no blackhead on my nose."

"It's almost five or six years younger."

"Wow, my waist has lost a lot of weight. This waistline is comparable to when I was a teenager!"

In an uninhabited private house, Arthur Rimbaud looked back and forth in the mirror, stroking his whole body with his fingers, checking every detail of himself.Youth makes people happy, and he was full of freshness. He took off his suit, kicked off his shoes, and threw them on the floor next to him.

A look under Arthur Rimbaud's body, he was very satisfied, the place that should be big is big.

It's great that it didn't shrink with age!

After finishing his narcissism, Artille Rimbaud sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and pulled his delicate braids with his right hand, thinking about one thing: "The cash and bank cards on me are invalid. The ability is there, food and lodging are not a problem, the biggest problem is the identity of the 'Assassin King', I don't want to become a wanted criminal in another world."

Arthur Rimbaud has never read cosplay novels. Taking the changes in his body and the Japanese light novels he has read as examples, he probably traveled to the anime world and became one of the top superpowers: Europe's "Assassination King" "Paul Verlaine.

According to his personal understanding, this is a tragic villain who bears the name of his ex-boyfriend Verlaine and has a face similar to his own.

Paul Verlaine himself.

Backstabbed a partner, thrashed a brother, and crippled the port mafia.

Saying that he is ruthless, he can betray France for the Central Plains Chuya who has a similar identity to himself, just to give the other party a freedom.It is said that he has feelings, he was born in a laboratory, he has no childhood, and has been used as a murder weapon all the time. He has a weak nature and cannot understand normal human emotions.

Summary: An inhuman existence, there is nothing he cannot do.

Arthur Rimbaud subconsciously bit the end of his light-blond hair, his eyes narrowed. It was fragrant and had a so-called cherry blossom scent, which was the scent of shampoo provided to him by Mrs. Aiko.

"Are all the famous writers from all over the world here?"

"When I went to Paris, Charles Baudelaire passed away. I haven't met the poet who wrote "Flowers of Evil". It's a pity."

"And Oscar Wilde—"

"I admit that I underestimated him. This guy's talents are all in novels and operas."

"Wait, Renaissance Shakespeare is alive?!"

Arthur Rimbaud rubbed his cheeks, with mixed feelings, disgusted with poetry, and vowed not to touch the affairs of the writer's circle in his life, to stay away from his "acquaintances" in France.

result--

How attractive is this world?

The literary and romantic cells in his bones are ready to move.

Arthur Rimbaud murmured: "As long as I can get rid of Paul Verlaine's troubles and get rid of the arrest warrant, I can travel as I like, and check them out?"

Arthur Rimbaud's thoughts were floating, and he couldn't help but think of the biggest "stumbling block" in Paul Verlaine's eyes, that Lan Tang who had lost his memory for eight years because of "his" backstab.

Lantang is a key figure.

Worked well, Arthur Rimbaud can shake off the mess and let the other party solve it.

Lantang loves Paul Verlaine deeply, and is willing to die for him. Since Artille Rimbaud has transmigrated into a different world with the name "Verlaine", whether he wants to or not, he has inherited the grievances between Rimbaud and Verlaine. This account was handed over to Ge.

In the past, the scumbag was someone else, but now the scumbag is himself?

Feng Shui turns.

At this moment, he doesn't know where Wen Ye's plot has progressed. If the plot of Shuanghei's 15-year-old has not yet started, everything is still hopeful to change. If the plot of Shuanghei's 16-year-old begins, Lan Tang is dead, uh... I'd better find a way to leave Japan.

Arthur Rimbaud blows the hair from his lips.

"If Lan Tang dies, I'll go to his cemetery to have a look at him."

In the original novel, Lan Tang suddenly remembered that his partner had betrayed him, and died of despair. After his death, he was raped by the port mafia and buried in a public grave in the countryside a week later.

Lantang turned into a humanoid with different abilities, accumulated strength, and waited for Paul Verlaine to appear, wanting to give all his strength to him and give him a last blessing.

If he doesn't want to go to the past, he must give the other party an end.

"If Lan Tang is not dead..."

Thinking of this possibility, Arthur Rimbaud was silent for a moment, then took out a cigarette and lit it to block his worries, not wanting to regard Lan Tang as his ex-boyfriend.

He sat there naked, unrestrained and rebellious.

"I'll just treat it as another boyfriend."

"After that, find another chance to break up."

As for the original book, the relationship between Lantang and Paul Verlaine is not detailed, it is only defined as friendship.What are you kidding?Not love, you can remember a betrayer for years, sacrifice yourself?In the eyes of the French, this is the cover-up of hypocrisy!

The smoke dissipated in the air.

Arthur Rimbaud opened the window for a while to breathe.

Afterwards, instead of occupying the master's room, he lay on the sofa, curled up, with his arms hanging down, covering his eyes and resting.No relatives, no friends, not even Mrs. Aiko, who cared about him, was not in this world. This night, Arthur Rimbaud fell asleep with the feeling of excitement and loneliness after time travel.

The next day.

Arthur Rimbaud changed houses.

Rabbits have nine dens, it is very important to confuse where you have lived and reduce exposure.He couldn't wait to investigate whether there was an armed detective agency in Yokohama.

The Armed Detective Agency was established when Edogawa Ranpo was around 14-16 years old. The specific age does not need to be known in detail. According to the age of Edogawa Ranpo who is 4 years older than Dazai Osamu, it is speculated that as long as the Armed Detective Agency is established, it will be explained. Enter the Wenye plot stage.

On the desktop computer, he found the address and establishment time of the Armed Detective Agency. It is impossible for such a formal organization under the government department to find no such person.

"Established... four years ago?"

Arthur Rimbaud quickly calculated in his mind.

This year Edogawa Ranpo is 18-20 years old, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya are 14-16 years old.

This delicate age range.

It is impossible for Arthur Rimbaud to run up to Edogawa Ranpo and ask him how old he is, so his investigation direction will be changed to the port mafia.

In the middle of the night, insects chirped in the grass.

The humidity and heat of coastal cities in summer are initially reflected.

The door of the red brick warehouse was ajar, the interior was pitch black, and there was a muffled groan of falling to the ground.

Someone asked indifferently in Japanese.

"In Yokohama, who is the head of the port mafia?"

"Mori, Mori Ogai!"

"What's his history?"

"Mori Ogai took office last year, and used to be the old leader's personal doctor! There are rumors that he killed the old leader, usurped the throne and took the position of the port mafia, that's all I know, please let me go, I'm just a The little people at the bottom!"

The lower-level members of the port mafia knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

After a while, the door of the warehouse opened, and the dangerous person left.

He found that the man who grabbed him for questioning didn't hurt him, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and he shivered involuntarily.

He didn't dare to stay longer, and immediately fled home, rotten tonight's affairs in his stomach.

Even if he was interrogated, he would grit his teeth and say that he hadn't said anything.

Who dares to betray Chief Sen.

Arthur Rimbaud watched the port mafia member for several days, making sure that his arrest would not be exposed, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he finally figured out the time of the plot.

This year it was early June.

The tyrannical old boss of the port mafia is dead, and lies peacefully in his grave without a fraudulent corpse.The current head of the port mafia, Mori Ogai, has been in office for a year, but his position has not been secured. Osamu Dazai, who will become a port mafia cadre in the future, is currently about 14 years old.

Chuya Nakahara's birthday is in late April, and Osamu Dazai's birthday is in late June, which means that the plot of the first episode of the third season of "Bungo Stray Dogs" has not yet begun.

Osamu Dazai is under 15 years old!

Lan Tang did not die, nor did he remember the mission and reveal his identity as a supernatural spy!

His hope of gaining an understanding from France lay ahead.

Arthur Rimbaud's eyes drifted: "Finally, I don't have to do nothing, and I have to bear the psychological pressure of treason and killing a person."

According to his speculation from watching the animation, the plot may take place in spring or autumn. Shuanghei wears long-sleeved trousers. Zhongyuan Zhong also complained about Lantang's excessive cold behavior, which shows that the weather is not cold. It is expected to be in September this year. Between next April.

Safety is the first priority. Take the time when the temperature drops for the first time after the fall in September in Japan. Once the residents all over the streets are wearing long-sleeved trousers, it means that danger is coming.

Countdown: 3 months to go.

He wants to change Lantang's attitude within 3 months and clean himself up.

After making up his mind, Arthur Rimbaud explored the city of Yokohama, and finally stood on a commercial office building closest to the port mafia.

opposite.

Behind the glass windows are mafia members under stress.

After all, their newly-appointed boss is poor and clinking. He has changed from a private doctor to a mafia leader. His foundation is unstable and his money is not rich. He can't wait for them to fight with kitchen knives.Mori Ogai in this period is the "best talker". As long as you are a talent, he wants to absorb and help this battered organization.

The city's night belongs to the Port Mafia and another organization called the Takase Society, and the two compete with each other, but the local snake is obviously the Port Mafia.

"Lantang."

"No, I should learn to call you...partner...relative and friend..."

"It's so nasty~~."

Arthur Rimbaud rubbed the goose bumps on his arms. As a romantic Frenchman, he said that he did not have the habit of calling friends and relatives.When he was with Verlaine before, he always called him "Verlaine" directly.

Get used to it, get used to it in advance!

He can't show his flaws in front of Lan Tang, and he wants to test Lan Tang's progress in recovering his memory, so as to make sure that he can trick Lan Tang back to France alone.

As for yourself?

[Working for France, I will not do it! 】

The blond young man, who looked like a Nordic god, relaxed unconsciously, whistled once, and his blue eyes glowed brightly, as bright as flames and as turbulent as sea water. They were not superficial imitations of human beings by "artificial weapons".

He has a crazy soul, destroying himself and lighting up the world.

This place is the world of literary giants.

This body is the reflection of the soul.

Coming here is like participating in a feast of literary giants. Since the condition for getting the admission ticket is a famous literary giant with a long history, how could he not come!

"Lantang, it doesn't matter whether your name is Rimbaud or Verlaine. I know it's just a bad relationship between us."

"I'm coming."

"Are you mentally prepared?"

……

In the port mafia headquarters, Lan Tang, who had been promoted to a quasi-cadre, shivered in the office, burying his neck and half of his cheek in a soft scarf.

Lan Tang with long black hair picked up the remote control and raised the temperature of the air conditioner to the limit.

Make a daily contribution to wasted electricity consumption.

"It's so cold."

"When will the overtime end?"

After being seriously injured and amnesiac, he wandered the streets of Yokohama, and was drawn into the organization by the Port Mafia, awakened a powerful space system ability, and served this terrible organization for nearly eight years.

He does not discuss personal matters with any of his colleagues, and stays out of the crowd.

The name "Lantang" comes from a black hat next to him after amnesia, with the French name "Rimbaud" embroidered on the brim of the hat, and Mafia colleagues mistakenly pronounced it "Lantang" after seeing it.Over time, he became the leader of the port mafia, and took "Rimbaud" as his only identity proof.

Lan Tang knew that he would not be an ordinary person before, so he lurked, subconsciously reminding him that he was doing some dangerous work that could not be exposed.

Sometimes, he would be inexplicably sad, and a cold current flooded his chest, and it was still severe in summer, almost frostbite him.

He is afraid of the cold.

The seasons of the year are like the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Lan Tang has never given up searching for the past. As time goes by, his memory gradually shows signs of recovery, and a voice in his heart is calling——

[I forgot a very important person. 】

[I want to remember him. 】

……