Cos Verlaine's I crossed

In Britain, Oscar Wilde settled down a lot.

Seeing that Oscar Wilde returned home obediently and did not hook up with the French, as if he had stepped out of the shadow of his feelings, Bernard Shaw reluctantly concealed the fact that the two met.

However, in places where his friends could not see, Oscar Wilde happily greeted the peerless beauty in the portrait every day.

"Rimbaud, did you encounter any interesting things today?"

Even if the blond man is sitting on the other side of the flower bed, the edges of his figure are melting in the sunlight, his eyes are always looking into the distance, and it doesn't matter if he stays forever in the summer that belongs to the past.

[I can't keep your people, but I can keep your back. 】

[I can always see a corner of you. 】

Oscar Wilde is a romantic and rational person who can distinguish between reality and illusion, which is why he can become a transcendent.

Those who transcend must realize their own supernatural nature.

Lantang never regards the people with supernatural abilities read in the "color painting book" as living people, and Oscar Wilde will not be obsessed with a portrait.

He regards "Rimbaud" on the portrait as a symbol of freedom, a sublimated aesthetic ideal.He doesn't talk to the portraits, but occasionally talks happily, or moves the portraits, sits alone in front of the piano, and performs a piano piece dedicated to "beauty" intoxicatingly.

Because the blond man in the portrait turned his back to him, and his movements were not large, it took Oscar Wilde a few days to realize the problem.

"Rimbaud?"

Oscar Wilde posted to the portrait for observation.

The flower bed is still the same flower bed, the blond man is surrounded by flowers, never withering, the blond man sitting in the flower bed embraces his legs, his chin rests on his knees, no longer a free and easy and fearless posture.

"He" is like a person silently grieving.

No matter how free the person who restrains the wind is, he will fall into a predicament when he encounters setbacks. When "he" stops looking at the sun and looks around, he will find that there is no one around him, and the background is a distant crowd.

Probably Oscar Wilde's face was too close, and "Rimbaud" in the portrait suddenly turned his head and glared at him.

His complexion was very ugly, showing signs of holding back his emotions and not breaking out.

"What are you looking at!"

"Wow--"

Oscar Wilde stepped back, patted his chest, and said articulately: "Ranbo, the first time I saw you looking back, I was immediately captured by your appearance. I was about to faint from the beauty."

"Rimbaud" on the portrait sneered: "Why did you treat me so well if you didn't see my face when you saw my face for the first time? You superficial Englishman, Yangou! President of the European Appearance Association! Everyone else If you can't find that I've worn a human skin mask, you just stare at my face!"

Oscar Wilde praised people sincerely, but was scolded bloody by the other party, and couldn't help being wronged: "It's natural to like beauty."

"Humph, get out." The anger of "Rimbaud" on the portrait still persisted.

"Rimbaud, did anyone make you angry?" Oscar Wilde raised his hand willingly to be a trash can, "I'll scold him for you!"

"Rimbaud" in the portrait ignored him again.

Oscar Wilde couldn't bear to see him alone, and it was impossible for the supernatural "portrait" to make the crowd appear on the portrait.After thinking about it, Oscar Wilde came up with an idea, took a painting pen, and outlined the painter in the place closest to the frame.

The painter was none other than Oscar Wilde himself.

He alludes to "himself" in the portrait.

If other people with supernatural abilities do this, it must be very dangerous, and the person in the portrait will have the desire to replace it.Oscar Wilde is different. He has an extraordinary awareness of himself, disdains to pretend, and as long as the beauty is in front of him, he can't move his legs.

"It's cheap for you." Oscar Wilde lamented, "I can only see 'him' through the portrait, you can look at 'him' for me."

"Rimbaud" in the portrait seems to have noticed an extra line of sight behind him.

"He" glanced over unnaturally.

Then, "he" saw a familiar painter appear in the world of the portrait, and the other party concentrated on painting, and when "he" turned his head, he showed a bright smile and eight teeth.

The blond man said, "You idiot, you're laughing like a fool."

The painter Finge stretched his waist, his eyes became flexible, and he scrutinized the man who restrained the wind slyly.He is no longer a British transcender, and said proudly: "I am now a British painter named Fingal. I am 28 years old and I am going to paint a back view for you."

"Now, don't look back, I will always watch your back."

"Until—I say I'm done!"

The blond man had to continue the agreed painting, acting as a model for the painter, the loneliness on his face did not disappear, and the supernatural "portrait" would reflect the true appearance of the main body to a certain extent.

They are fixed landscapes.

Some people keep looking into the distance, while others keep looking at "him".

It is not difficult to understand this truth.

The hard part is whether you can meet such a person.

Japan, Yokohama City, Phantom is far away from the Assassin King and the French Transcendence. He writes to his British pen pal while recuperating, describing a series of changes he has encountered.

"I don't know what Mr. Shakespeare will think of it. Maybe in his opinion, this is just a story about a man with blind eyes."

The phantom is concerned about gains and losses, and she rejected Rimbaud, definitely out of her own heart, thinking that they are not suitable and should not continue.But what happened later proved that he was not worthy of that love, because he abandoned the first person in his life who kissed him in order to avenge Maupassant.

Arthur Rimbaud.

Assassination King Paul Verlaine called the other party his brother, and the other party turned against his own brother for him.

A top-notch strongman put aside his identity, and by chance, he would watch his own opera, get to know him in the way of ordinary people, and don't mind his ugliness. This was originally the relationship that Phantom most hoped to happen.

The distance between ideal and reality made Phantom very sad.

Edogawa Ranbu from the Armed Detective Agency interrupted the gloomy atmosphere of the Phantom, Sa Yazi ran in, grabbed the Phantom, and yelled: "Go, go! Why are you still here?"

Phantom is knowledgeable and talented, and has some knowledge of Japanese. She frowned and refused to let the other party manipulate her: "What happened?"

Edogawa ranbu's eyes widened: "Your ex-boyfriend's youngest brother is going to be kidnapped, are you sure you can't go there?"

Phantom was stunned: "Ranbo, he still has...a younger brother?"

Rimbaud's brother is Paul Verlaine, who is the other brother?Will he also look down on him, an ugly opera singer?

The phantom instantly covered his psychological shadows, remembering Paul Verlaine's irony, every word pierced him with blood.

[You are also qualified to reject my brother? 】

Phantom sat back, her face pale behind the mask: "I won't go."

He had already offended Rimbaud's family, so why bother to ask for trouble and show embarrassment in front of Rimbaud's other younger brother.

"His two younger brothers are different!" Edogawa hopped around. In order to rob people from the port mafia and prevent Mori Ogai from recruiting the younger brothers of the two strong French men, he did his best once.

"It's an unattended kid with a group of blood-sucking bugs around it. If you don't protect him, Rimbaud's brother will fall into the hands of the mafia, and he will work for the mafia!"

"Aren't you guilty of Rimbaud?"

"This is the time for you to repay your favor! You have to protect his brother!"

Edogawa Ranpo's words aroused a bit of blood in Phantom, and Phantom asked again and again: "You didn't lie to me, are you sure he needs my help?"

Edogawa Ranpo nodded wildly.

Phantom said: "Go!"

With Phantom, the advantage of the Armed Detective Agency has greatly increased, and Edogawa Ranpo looked at Osamu Dazai even more proudly.

Osamu Dazai's face remained unchanged, and he gave up the intention of taking people away.

Chuya Nakahara was going to rescue his companion with Osamu Dazai, but when he saw that the phantom was a European, he became vigilant, brother Verlaine told him to be careful of the French, who knows if the other party is a French?

Edogawa Ranbu took a quick step: "He is a phantom!"

Chuya Nakahara was stunned: "Phantom? The opera singer who is dating brother Rimbaud, why is he in Japan?"

Edogawa chattered and explained in disorder.

Zhong Yuanzhong also barely understood that his two older brothers had conflicts because of Phantom. Now they went abroad to resolve the conflict and left him and Phantom in Japan, so they should be acquaintances.

Zhong Yuan looked at the strange man wearing a silver mask during the day, and said anxiously that he didn't know about the breakup.

"Mr. Phantom, I want to save someone, and I will come to you later."

"Save who?"

"My former companion!"

"I'll help you."

Phantom also saw the character of the orange-haired boy, he was not arrogant, but had a sunny aura like Rimbaud.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned, is Mr. Phantom a person with supernatural powers?He reflexively looked at Osamu Dazai who tipped off the news, looked down on Osamu Dazai's strength, and wondered if he still wanted this person?

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai had to smile: "Short, are you looking for your parents?"

Zhong Yuan was also furious: "Go away, suicidal maniac!"

Nakahara also chose to believe in Phantom instead of Osamu Dazai. The person Rimbaud likes is of course more trustworthy than strangers.

Central Plains also defected to Phantom, which touched Phantom a little.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Such a weird self.

"Brother Rimbaud is not afraid of you, I am not afraid of you!" Zhong Yuanzhong is also confident that he will become a person like Arthur Rimbaud who can go anywhere.

Phantom said: "But your other brother hates me."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned, and said sympathetically: "You are talking about brother Verlaine, well, forget about him, there are too many people he doesn't like, have you been made things difficult by him? Don't be afraid, just avoid him .”

Phantom was speechless, hiding?You underestimated the Assassin King.

Zhong Yuanzhong also said in a hurry: "Mr. Phantom, what is your superpower? Let's save people!"

Edogawa wandered around and grabbed Phantom's sleeve: "I will get lost, I can't go back alone, take me with you."

"Yes." Phantom agreed.

He asked Nakahara Nakaya to lead the way, explaining that his supernatural ability is biased towards control, Nakahara Nakaya is careless, Edogawa Ranpo is not afraid of anything, and the two of them can actually chat.

In this way, Zhong Yuanzhong was also abducted by people from the Armed Detective Agency.

Osamu Dazai went back to report, calmly said: "Mr. Mori, Nakahara was taken away by members of the Armed Detective Agency."

Mori Ogai's hand slipped, and the dart thrown against the wall was crooked again.

"Dazai-kun, you are not paying attention at all."

"Yes."

Osamu Dazai admitted, "I'm more interested in his two older brothers. Can Mr. Mori get information about France?"

Mori Ogai smiled wryly: "You overestimated the port mafia."

Osamu Dazai said, "Oh."

Mori Ogai was not angry about Nakahara Chuya's leaving, and said: "The tentative wooing failed, so don't worry too much. There are too many uncertain factors behind Chuya-kun's identity."

Osamu Dazai laughed: "Mr. Mori, you made the right choice."

Mori Ogai was surprised: "Why did you say that?"

Osamu Dazai pointed to the repaired and usable floor-to-ceiling windows and steel plates.

"The little man's brother is not a good stubble."

"The sheep king brother who came to us is more humane, and he is willing to owe favors to save people." Mori Ogai did not agree, and analyzed Arthur Rimbaud, "If Chuya-kun is willing to stay, I will Favors can be exchanged for the other party’s concession.”

Osamu Dazai said, "I'm talking about his other brother."

Mori Ogai was a little confused who was the assassin king, and motioned him to continue.

Osamu Dazai's eyes were dark, remembering the first time he met Paul Verlaine, the other party completely ignored him.

"Mr. Mori, the assassin king is the real dangerous person."

"You dare to touch his brother."

"Don't talk about leaving a whole body, I think it's not easy for the port mafia to piece together your pieces in three days and three nights."

Facing the death threat from the Assassin King, Mori Ogai said puzzledly, "This is his younger brother, right? Why is it like moving his lover?"

Osamu Dazai said coolly, "It's even scarier than having a lover."

If you moved Mr. Lantang, Paul Verlaine would not be angry with you, and would praise you for your ability to manipulate Mr. Lantang.

What if you moved his older brother or younger brother?

Excuse me, but Paul Verlaine will throw a tantrum at any time for you to see.

Is this a reaction to lack of love?Osamu Dazai thought for a while, a person like the Assassin King must mainly lack a muscle.

A European transcendent with great power to dominate his own ideas.

Really...

It's like a natural disaster.

France, the red-light district of Paris, Arthur Rimbaud returned to the life of the prodigal son alone.The French government acquiesced in his existence. Paul Verlaine was stopped by Lantang and did not come to him. He got some peace, but he didn't get the vent he wanted.

He sat in the dark and lit a cigarette to play, and suddenly said to the direction of the box door: "Aren't you coming in?"

Outside the door, when did someone stay there.

After Arthur Rimbaud asked, the man said, "I don't want to disturb you, after all, you are a guest."

Arthur Rimbaud asked back: "Are there any guests who don't pay for lodging?"

The man said, "Yes."

Arthur Rimbaud became interested: "Who? Tell me! Will this kind of person be broken by your nightclub?"

The person said: "No, as long as he or she is good-looking enough, many people are willing to serve that face for free."

Arthur Rimbaud's expression was troubled by the faint firelight.

To be honest, he was very grateful to the other party for not leaking the news and allowed himself to rest in a box in a corner for a few days, but his excessive knowledge showed the pathetic nature of his profession.

In this industry, if you don't know how to read faces, distinguish dangers, and take care of customers, you may not live to the day when you can quit normally.

Arthur Rimbaud confirmed the appearance and attire of the other party through the gravity induction wave. The other party was the one who appeared in the past few days, opened the door, and closed the door for him again, leaving him a momentary shelter.

He didn't mock the other party's occupation, and said frivolously: "Then why don't you come in to serve me? Is it because you didn't see my face clearly, or am I not good-looking enough to let you do it for free?"

The doorknob showed signs of turning.

but--

The male prostitute outside the door said: "I'm also picky about my customers. You might as well tell me which type you like first."

Arthur Rimbaud's body was suppressing the flames, and he couldn't spit out. The fire couldn't burn Victor Hugo, but himself.He didn't want to bully the other party, so he suddenly started to play a prank: "I will hit you hard and make your life worse than death. You'd better find a companion with high physical endurance! Tell him that there are crazy guests waiting for him here! "

The male prostitutes outside the door laughed, the laughter was low, and they were quite old, unlike those who had just entered the industry.

"Guest, I like this one better."

"???"

"I generally don't accept male clients, except in special cases, so—would you like to let me in and let me serve you for free?"

"—Wait, I really don't have any money!"

"No money needed."

The door of the box was opened, but the lights were not turned on, and with Arthur Rimbaud's eyesight, he could at most see the blurred figure of the other party.

The male prostitute with a low status and an unexpectedly tall stature walked in.

He half-kneeled in front of Arthur Rimbaud's sofa.

He picked up a half-burned cigarette.

"Sir, you don't like smoking because you haven't realized the correct way to smoke. Why don't I tell you how to do it..."

The other party handed the cigarette to Arthur Rimbaud's lips. Arthur Rimbaud bit the cigarette butt with dignity, and looked at this strange face curiously. He could vaguely see that he was a handsome man with a good figure.

Immediately afterwards, there was a slight sound of the zipper in the box.

The opponent lowered his head.

Arthur Rimbaud's pupils dilated, his eyelashes fluttered, and he leaned on the sofa and took a deep breath of a cigarette, like a cat inhaling catnip, feeling ecstatic, his restless soul wafting together with the pungent smell of smoke out.

Is the local business capability in Paris so strong...?

Fingal, you are not as good as a professional.

……

In the end, he was burnt to the mouth by the cigarette, jumped up with a "wow", pulled up his pants and ran away.