Cos Verlaine's I crossed

Eight years later, the Assassin King appeared in Paris.

When this news came out, like a stone falling into the water and splashing waves, many French transcenders stopped other things.

The top officials of the French government blocked the news to the outside world and did not disclose the whereabouts of Paul Verlaine. The few people with real power also knew a deeper secret: the most mysterious body of Paul Verlaine also appeared.

Although Paul Verlaine is a supernatural being, his human body is a clone of a French superhuman.

There is no way of knowing how the "Fun God" got the gene at the beginning. From this, it can be seen that the people cloned by the leader of the French anti-government organization using the gene are all transcendents. How could the strength of the main body be weak? That is definitely another transcendent A user with supernatural powers at the level of a human being!

"Supernatural powers are attached to the body, but it is the spirit that actually masters supernatural powers..." Victor Hugo did not believe in the integrity of the governments of various countries. If cloning transcendents could mass-produce transcendents, the global war of supernatural powers would have long since become a reality. The crazy transcendent battle started.

It doesn't make sense that a 12-year-old anti-government leader understands cloning technology, but a government with a lot of resources and technical personnel cannot do it.

It is estimated that the secret experiment has proved——

There are other reasons for the success of the "Punisher". Using conventional methods to clone the transcendent is a dead end!

Even though the Paris Commune stopped the relevant experiments, Victor Hugo still felt the biting cold of the French winter.

After his return, he discovered that darkness existed in every era, at least in the peaceful era, the will of the people turned into panic light, so that darkness can only live in places where the light cannot shine forever.

"It's best to protect that 'Rimbaud'." Victor Hugo frowned, not intending to stand idly by. "No one should take his idea, otherwise all transcendents will be involved."

For the French government and other ambitious people, it is not difficult to obtain the genes of the country's transcendents. These people have not done this before, but they know that the transcendents are basically rational non-marriageists, and they are irresponsible after sleeping. Leave and ignore the illegitimate child.

For so many years, except for Alexander Dumas who claimed an illegitimate son back, I have not seen other transcendents perform fatherly kindness and filial piety.

Do you think that Alexander Dumas suddenly became interested in raising children, and suddenly fell in love with Dumas fils?

Lucky to hit Dumas fils with a [-]% probability?

No, does not exist.

Alexandre Dumas has a part of black blood, and he has been enthusiastic and passionate about reproduction for decades.

Victor Hugo was well aware of Alexander Dumas' romanticism. The reason why Dumas fils became "lucky" and escaped the title of illegitimate child was because Dumas discovered that Dumas fils had the potential to transcend, so he didn't need to covet his own supernatural powers .

The property of the rich can beat their children to death, and the property of the transcendent is countless times more precious. Even the government is watching and calculating their marriage, hoping that they can find true love quickly and give birth to an heir.

Parents can completely pass on supernatural powers to their children through blood relationship. If the transcendent recognizes illegitimate children casually, those children will probably wish their parents died early in order to obtain powerful supernatural powers.

Human nature is selfish and cannot withstand the temptation of interests.

This is the reason why the French transcenders... No, the transcendents all over the world are afraid to marry and have children easily.

Victor Hugo thought of a sentence from Huaguo in the Far East.

[The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. 】

Secretly, how many people covet the power of the Transcendent, or wish to weaken the number of French Transcendents.

He was about to go out, but suddenly returned to his desk, smiled and picked up the government official's work card, "I almost forgot, now I have to wear a work card to go to the Paris Commune, those young people can't recognize me."

Eight years is neither too long nor too short. France is still weak in terms of top combat power, and there are no new transcendents. However, there is no shortage of people in the middle and lower classes, and a batch of new superpowers just happened to be enthusiastically produced.

The power of the Paris Commune is thriving and order is maintained, making the atmosphere in the French superhuman world much more relaxed than that of the British supernatural circle.

The minds of politicians have nothing to do with traitors.

After Paul Verlaine left France, his attitude towards the French government was much better than before. He followed a principle: "I don't provoke you, you don't provoke me, as if I don't exist."

Now that I am in France, there are no less than five people who can restrain themselves. Paul Verlaine is very uncomfortable and wants to find his brother.

Together, the brothers have a barely secure stay in France.

Lan Tang washed his face, tore off the warm baby who had returned from going out, changed his clothes, and felt much refreshed.He wrote a shopping list on paper, planning to buy some living supplies for Paul Verlaine. The old clothes and toiletries in the apartment were no longer suitable for him.

Seeing Paul Verlaine looking out of the window from time to time, Lan Tang shattered the beautiful fantasies of his relatives and friends: "Paul, before your brother calms down, don't even think about meeting him. He said he will beat you every time he sees you."

Paul Verlaine said briskly: "My brother's physical skills are not as good as mine, and his supernatural power is the same as mine, so he can't fight me."

Lantang is a little strange. "The Faun" records that Arthur Rimbaud is a rare "self-contradictory" supernatural power user. How can the supernatural power be expressed in pure "gravity"?

Lan Tang said melancholy: "But the 'singularity' created between you can blow up Paris."

Paul Verlaine didn't change his face: "Oh."

Lan Tang spoke out for the sake of his colleagues not to join forces to beat up the two brothers, and also for the safety of the Paris region: "Trust me, stay at the apartment with peace of mind, and the teacher and I will help contact your brother."

Paul Verlaine sat back and glanced at the list.

"Cross out the pajamas."

"Paul, you're not going to stay with me?"

Lan Tang was in a bit of a dilemma. If he couldn't look down on Paul, the teacher might send someone to take over Paul forcibly to reduce the danger.

Paul Verlaine said: "I sleep naked."

Lan Tang: "Okay." Is there such a good thing?

Unexpectedly, Lan Tang asked while bowing his head: "You and your brother also sleep together every day? No clothes?"

Paul Verlaine replied: "My brother is a very strange person. During the day, he thinks that I dress neatly, but at night, he thinks that I wear too little. In order to match his interest, I usually wear pajamas."

Lan Tang relaxed for some reason.

Paul Verlaine sharp: "What are you thinking?"

Lan Tang was silent.

Relatives and friends reunited, and there were not many topics for the two of them to talk about. Paul Verlaine was quiet for a while, then turned around, dialed Zhongya Chuya, and finally remembered to get back in touch with his brother.

The first words he uttered——

"Brother, I'm in France, you have to be vigilant and don't trust anyone around you, especially Europeans."

Lan Tang: "..."

Paul Verlaine told his younger brother: "My brother lost his temper with me. I can't go back for the time being. This mobile phone number will be discarded later. If you need anything, just use the method I taught you to contact me."

Nakahara also asked them in Japan what conflict happened.

Paul Verlaine put it succinctly: "My brother broke up and was in a bad mood. I was hunting down his ex-boyfriend."

Lan Tang couldn't bear it anymore, and reminded him aloud beside him: "Mr. Zhongye, don't believe Paul's words completely, you must have your own ability to distinguish..."

Paul Verlaine covered the receiver with his hands and turned to stare at him.

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Lan Tang coaxed: "I am fulfilling the responsibility requested by your brother to establish a correct concept for you."

Hearing that it was his brother's request, Paul Verlaine did not go to Li Lantang's self-indulgence, and continued to communicate with his brother.The elder brother ran away, and the younger brother must not have another accident, otherwise he would be quite angry.

After the phone call, Paul Verlaine felt lonely and fell into reflection-how could the days of brothers and sisters be gone.

Lan Tang dragged him out to do some shopping.

Paul Verlaine noticed that there was another person beside him, his elder brother and younger brother were gone, and the only one who could be trusted was the other.

Lantang proved with practical actions that he did not betray Zhongye in the Central Plains.

"Friends, you hold too tightly."

Paul Verlaine watched Lan Tang hold his hand.

"Because I'm afraid of the cold."

Lan Tang smiled at Paul Verlaine, and if he didn't speak more confidently, Paul would not understand why he wanted to hold tight.

——I'm afraid you will run away.

On the streets of Paris, Arthur Rimbaud had a cold face, and his undisguised appearance was swaggeringly exposed to the eyes of the world.He strode down the sidewalk, looking menacing, only he knew he was homeless and looking for his next stop.

snow white.

stout.

Groups of white pigeons fly across the sky.

Arthur Rimbaud looked up and saw that after the snow stopped, the sun cleared, and the animals were the first to receive the weather information and ran out to bask in the sun.

But with the bird droppings falling from the sky, his bad mood didn't get better, and he also had the urge to roast pigeons.

He gave the money to the Phantom, but kept nothing for himself.

Food and lodging became a problem instead.

Arthur Rimbaud ignored the stalkers behind him, thinking about the feasibility of sleeping on the street. For a few seconds, he gave up the old 19th-century way of life, and kept his eyes on the street signs at the intersection.

In the end, having to choose between the Champs-Elysées and the red-light district of Paris, Arthur Rimbaud went to the latter without hesitation.

The former has the most high-end nightclub in Paris, and the latter has the Moulin Rouge, which has been around for centuries and is the birthplace of cancan. Compared with the places that young people love to go to, Arthur Rimbaud retains his feelings for the retro-style Moulin Rouge.

"Boss, that person went to the red light district."

The stalker reported the whereabouts of Arthur Rimbaud, and Charles Baudelaire and Victor Hugo, who were in the Paris Commune, looked at each other.

Victor Hugo said: "I'll touch him."

Charles Baudelaire had already changed into his regular clothes, brushed his gorgeous blond hair, and said bluntly: "You have been isolated from the world for many years, you know how many shops have opened in the red light district, you know the most popular clubbing music nowadays, and recently The nicknames of famous whores and whores?"

The corner of Victor Hugo's mouth twitched, everyone is not a regular visitor there, isn't your favorite Baudelaire looking for a rich woman from a good family?

"According to what you say, Guy Maupassant is more suitable."

"Does your memory stay in the past?"

Charles Baudelaire disdainful, seized Hugo's outdatedness and said sarcastically: "Guy likes the kind of prostitutes, but he prefers to hold parties and call people to play. Will hug women casually in nightclubs."

Victor Hugo was choked, and said in a personable manner: "Charles, I still don't think it's appropriate for you to come forward."

Charles Baudelaire displeased: "I am not suitable, who is suitable?"

He wants good looks, he needs means, and supernatural powers are the most suitable for testing a stranger. Could it be that he is old? !

Victor Hugo said objectively: "Paul Verlaine hates you the most, and probably spoke ill of you in front of his brother."

Charles Baudelaire fell silent.

When meeting for the first time, it is best to bring good feelings rather than bad feelings.

"He doesn't hate me, and his brother should have heard of my reputation." Victor Hugo became confident, his long red hair was as hot as a flame. His experience has left no trace of the years on him.

Charles Baudelaire complained: "That brat who doesn't know what is good or bad, I let him and my student become a partner, cultivate feelings, and wash his identity, it is impossible to murder him..."

Suddenly, Charles Baudelaire stopped his voice and found Victor Hugo smiling at him, so he realized that he shouldn't show his emotions.

In front of the highly credible Victor Hugo, Baudelaire was under little pressure and did not have to keep his inner secrets all the time.

"Victor, this task is entrusted to you."

"Yes, Boss."

Victor Hugo said humorously, giving Charles Baudelaire a joy that could be obtained without spending money.

The French "Flower of Evil" is looking forward to it. One of Victor Hugo's branches of supernatural powers is to distinguish between friend and foe. People who have no ill will towards Victor Hugo will lose defense against their own supernatural powers.

In a nightclub in the red light district of Paris, a male customer with amazing beauty and blatantly saying "I have no money" came.

The Nordic god with blond hair and blue eyes was leaning on the sofa, with two buttons on his neckline, as if he was here to eat, drink, whore and gamble.His expression was cold and tired, as if he hadn't rested well, exuding the allure of refusing others to approach, but giving you a chance.

After the phantom couldn't see the soul's breakup, his younger brother's intervention in his private life, and the rage caused by his cruel abuse of the weak, he felt depressed in his heart, unwilling to pretend anymore, and showed his true face in a broken jar.

This face is his, and how he wants to use it is his own business.

He is not the assassin king!

He didn't need to clean up Paul Verlaine's mess!

Black households are black households!

When he came to France, where Wenye was in the world, in the most sleazy red-light district in Paris, he declared his existence in an extreme way, whether it was the surprise around him or peeping, as long as he paid the bill, he didn't care about those little things.

"Whoever pays me the bill will cover my room and board, and I will play with him today."

——Play until you have fun!