Cos Verlaine's I crossed

At the end of the year.

The wind and snow are blowing, the wind is howling, and the branches are covered with hoarfrost.

Lan Tang was walking towards the city.

At the request of Charles Baudelaire, Lan Tang went back and forth to Bite Hospital many times for psychological counseling. In the words of his teacher: "When will you be able to not be afraid of the cold, and then assign a position, and give it to me at this stage." Obediently stationed in Paris."

Lan Tang was reprimanded by the teacher, so he could only accept it silently. Charles Baudelaire cared for the students, knowing that the students would receive strange eyes when they returned to the French government, and could not let them go to work immediately.

Firstly, the people in the French government are worried, and secondly, the war has been over for so long, the various factions are intricate, and the distribution of benefits is complete. It will take time to make a good place for the space-type transcendent.

Charles Baudelaire is dealing with these problems recently. Fortunately, Victor Hugo got out of trouble half a year ago and returned to the political arena. For the arrangement with few people, not to mention that other people are overwhelmed, Charles Baudelaire has to suppress some discordant criticisms.

For example, Victor Hugo was the former leader of the Paris Commune. Should he, the current leader, return his position to the other party?

Charles Baudelaire hesitated for a long time before becoming resolute.

In order to be Victor Hugo's immediate boss and manage the superpowers in France, he would rather sit in the position of the leader with a cheeky face!

"Teacher, when I come back from the hospital, should I go directly to the headquarters of the Paris Commune, or go to other departments to help?"

Lan Tang called Charles Baudelaire to communicate with the teacher. This was also Charles Baudelaire's request. Don't be reserved, don't shrink back, and increase your ability to communicate with the outside world.

Hearing the teacher's intention to let him go back, Lan Tang's face softened, and he put the phone next to the fluffy rabbit fur earmuffs.

"One more thing. I met many acquaintances in the hospital one after another. Recently, everyone's health...is it so bad?"

"..."

In the Paris Commune, Charles Baudelaire covered his mouth and shook his shoulders with a smile, not wanting his snort to be heard by the students.

What's wrong with your health?

The physical fitness of the transcendent is excellent.

The only person who was really reimbursed legally was Guy Maupassant, whose headaches were incurable.Others clearly caught the supernatural doctor to pluck the wool, which caused the supernatural doctor's supernatural proficiency to be increased. Now the most proficient item is - the treatment of venereal diseases.

Charles Baudelaire asked: "Who did you meet?"

After all, some people never report.

Lan Tang didn't know the truth, and reported the names of four or five colleagues or seniors. Charles Baudelaire sounded like a "sick old man". The only thing that was unexpected was that Lan Tang met Jacques Rousseau by chance.

Lan Tang described: "Mr. Rousseau looks very healthy, with neat short hair, and a kind of vigor brought about by years of tempering physical skills. I will feel oppressed on the psychological level when I face him."

Physical skills are one aspect, and on the other hand, Rousseau's eyes are too cold and sharp, and he has seen too much filth, but he doesn't bother to be with them.

Lan Tang admired this senior who became famous very early. He was as famous as Voltaire and was able to suppress Victor Hugo for a time.After Voltaire was implicated in the war and fell silent, Rousseau was extremely disappointed with his friend and gave up fighting for power.

Because Rousseau didn't like Baudelaire's gloomy and vicious style, he was only acquainted with Baudelaire's students.

"He ignores you, and you ignore him. It's best to ignore both." Charles Baudelaire cut his nails and chatted with students on the phone. "This is the consensus I have reached with him over the years."

Lan Tang asked: "Is Mr. Voltaire still in custody?"

Charles Baudelaire blew his fingers, "He was accused of being one of the 'seven traitors', but he didn't want to prove his innocence, so he chose to retire. The French government has always had nothing to do with him."

Without giving Lan Tang a chance to delve into it, Charles Baudelaire interrupted him: "Okay, don't ask too much on the phone, come back quickly, I suddenly remembered that I need your help on some cases."

Disputes involving people with different abilities often result in casualties.

The supernatural powers in this society are all kinds of strange things, and the media that triggers them is hard to guard against. The most difficult thing to solve is the unsolved case caused by the supernatural powers.Lantang's supernatural ability "color painting collection" can read the corpses of people with supernatural abilities and extract supernatural life forms, which can be regarded as an entry point for solving crimes.

Charles Baudelaire was blowing on the radiator facing him diagonally, his blond hair was slightly fluffy and curly, and the long, wavy hair fell on his shoulders and back waist, giving a man who had been sitting in a high position for a long time a different style.

He leisurely flipped through some intriguing cases, thinking about who still had their bodies. On his desk, the red landline that urgently contacted the leader of the Paris Commune made a piercing sound of "Ring, ring, ring!"

"Hello? What happened?"

Charles Baudelaire's heart tightened, and he quickly picked up the microphone of the landline.

France, a peaceful day in the Paris region was broken.

A black and red "meteor" strikes, and the high-density gravitational factor arrives in Paris with a figure wrapped in it, directly alarming the ability detection department!

Arthur Rimbaud, furious, ran to 289 Rue Jacques.

When he came to France, he was not a hot-headed act, and he was sure to escape after selling his brother.He needs to find someone who can control Paul Verlaine's excesses, speak clearly, and be responsible for the failure of education at the same time!

Paul Verlaine will develop a selfish and extreme character that does not pay attention to the lives of the weak. The "Fun" accounts for half of the main reasons, and the remaining half belongs to Lan Tang and the French government!

The apartment was empty.

Lantang may have gone to the place of the French government.

Arthur Rimbaud turned around and went outside. During the high-speed flight, he almost bumped into the "color painting book" that suddenly appeared golden.

"Paul?!"

Lan Tang regards the people flying in the sky as his relatives and friends.

Stepping on the ladder made of subspace cubes, Lan Tang saw Arthur Rimbaud floating in the sky, exuding black and red gravity abilities.

Lan Tang's heart skipped a beat, and he recognized that the other party was Paul's brother.

This person... why did he come to Paris.

Didn't Paul say they were touring the US, were on good terms, were called brothers, and recently spent Christmas together?

Lan Tang didn't have time to ask, Arthur Rimbaud immediately complained: "Paul Verlaine is used to dismembering corpses, disregarding human life, and trampling on the dignity of others. Are these hobbies you taught?!"

Lan Tang was caught off guard: "???"

Arthur Rimbaud didn't care that he had only taught him for four years, and he had been freed for eight years after losing his memory. He said very fast: "If you can't teach him well and establish correct morals for him, I will throw him in Enemy, the governments of other countries must be very happy to take over Paul Verlaine's education work, and will not let him out to harm others!"

"If you can't manage it, that's your problem." Arthur Rimbaud planned to throw Paul Verlaine to him, with a clear intention and resolutely refused to accept the refund, "I won't take him anymore, let him stop interfering in my affairs matter!"

Lan Tang, one head and two elders, guessed that Paul Verlaine had done something bad and provoked each other, and the two brothers were about to break up.

"Don't be angry, let's talk to Paul face to face."

Lan Tang stopped Arthur Rimbaud who wanted to leave.

At this moment, Lantang's position was that of Paul Verlaine's guardian, who worked hard to maintain the family and prevent Paul from becoming an orphan.

Arthur Rimbaud glared at him: "If you have the time to stop me, why not stop Paul Verlaine who is chasing after me, he is your relative and friend, and I have no direct relationship with you."

Lan Tang's expression froze, and he said sadly: "Ranbo..."

Arthur Rimbaud refused to hear Lan Tang call his name, and waved away the other party's hand that controlled the "color painting book", breaking the subspace.

"I will stay in France for a while, but I won't see him, and I don't have to let him come to me. I will beat him up! If you are not afraid that we will create a large 'singularity', just let him come to me. "

Arthur Rimbaud clenched his fists, he did what he said, and then turned his head and flew to other places, refusing to stay and wait for Paul Verlaine.

Lan Tang sighed, watching Arthur Rimbaud's escape.

After a while.

The second "illegal person" who ran to the sky in Paris, France - Paul Verlaine failed to find his brother, and was caught by Lan Tang.

Lan Tang trapped Paul Verlaine with the "color painting book", hugged some relatives and friends who were also angry, talked and comforted him, and finally coaxed Paul Verlaine, who was not easy to mess with, back to the ground.

The executors of the Paris Commune surrounded them.

Lan Tang restrained the indifferent Paul Verlaine, and said, "I will explain this matter to Mr. Baudelaire. You can't help here, so go away."

In the apartment at No. 289 Jacques Avenue, Lan Tang took Paul Verlaine home, sat opposite each other, put a glass of lemonade in front of relatives and friends, and asked patiently: "Where did Mr. Zhongye go? What's the matter with you three brothers?"

Paul Verlaine glanced at Lan Tang, his eyes were not an empty wasteland, but a rare trace of resentment.

"My brother ran away, and my brother was placed elsewhere by me."

"and then?"

"I'm chasing Phantom, and I'm going to kill him."

Regarding the Phantom, Paul Verlaine had never wanted to kill a person so much, and he hated the trouble caused by the other party.

An ugly man who no one wants, who has no self-knowledge, dares to refuse his brother's association.He vented his anger for his brother, who didn't understand him, and threw his fist at his younger brother for the first time.

Lan Tang proceeded step by step: "Phantom is just a simple opera singer, and his strength is far inferior to yours. Paul, you are a strong man, and a strong man must have grace. Why do you have to kill him? He did something that angered you?"

Paul Verlaine did not speak, his eyes gradually turned cold.

The invisible gravitational pressure condensed on him, the air twisted, and there was a gap in the lemonade glass in front of him.

Lan Tang waited unmoved for his answer.

Paul Verlaine told the truth: "He destroyed the brotherhood between me and my brother, and my brother... beat me for him."

Lan Tang was skeptical. After more than ten hours of flight time, the scars on Paul Verlaine's face had long since disappeared, and he was well-dressed. He couldn't tell whether Paul Verlaine was exaggerating or not.

"Did you fight back?"

Lan Tang wanted to ask: [Paul, did you hit your brother? 】

"No."

Paul Verlaine's eyes denied: [I don't hit my brother, the relationship with my brother is the best. 】

"There was no fight, which means there is room for rescue." Lan Tang was relieved for the situation of Paul and Paul's brother, wiped the table with a paper towel, and exchanged a glass of lemonade.He watched Paul Verlaine not refusing to drink water, and his face became more gentle. He wondered how the Phantom could turn his brother against him, but he couldn't do it himself. "Then did you hit the Phantom?"

Paul Verlaine had a dry mouth, drank some lemonade, and bowed his head gracefully like a god accepting sacrifices from mortals.

"No, I cut off his hands and feet."

"..."

"Friends, if my brother begs you to save Phantom, don't agree to him. Even if he wants to fight with me, I will kill Phantom."

"...Don't worry, your brother didn't want to fight with you."

"really?"

Paul Verlaine looked sideways, happy that the conflict between the brothers had subsided.

Lan Tang said calmly: "Your brother doesn't want you anymore, he threw you to me, and asked me to make up another ideological and moral course for you."

Paul Verlaine: "..."

Paul Verlaine held the cup and remained silent. The lemonade in it suddenly flowed out and sprayed on Lan Tang's face.

——Do you think your character is better than mine?