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The next day, Arthur Rimbaud pawned a watch with a starry sky dial. When he exchanged it for only [-] francs, his heart slipped a bit. The incident happened suddenly. He was eager for cash, so naturally he offered it at a super low price. sold.

Fortunately, unlike the previous world, there is no euro here, France has a big business, and the franc has a strong purchasing power in this world.

What followed was his confidence to regain money.

Arthur Rimbaud was walking on the road with the cash wrapped in brown paper, thinking of what the writer Oscar Wilde said: "When I was young, I thought money was the most important thing, but this year is too old, and I found that it is true."

At the end of the nineteenth century, Oscar Wilde, who was born in the middle class, still had such emotion. Arthur Rimbaud, who followed his mother to farm since childhood, also had a thirst for money. He couldn’t pay the fare to Paris for a time, and was arrested after fare evasion. In prison, he was released on bail by the teacher.

Later, when he arrived in Paris and met Paul Verlaine who was willing to spend money for him, Arthur Rimbaud quickly got rid of his country temperament.

I have to admit that human growth is linked to money.

Arthur Rimbaud was much luckier than himself in history. He traveled twice and completely got rid of his greed for material things.

Arthur Rimbaud murmured: "I don't need money for myself, but I need money to do something meaningful with it."

Running early in the morning, Arthur Rimbaud ran to the nightclub.

The nightclub was closed in the morning. Hearing the knock on the door, the security guard guarding the store came out yawning, and his sleepy eyes immediately widened under the blond man's outstanding appearance.

Is this the latest "celebrity" in the red light district of Paris? !

"Excuse me... who do you want, sir?"

"I'm looking for him!"

Arthur Rimbaud gestured at his height, confided his guess about his age, and described to the manager a special practitioner whose name he did not know.

"You mean Julian."

The nightclub manager thought for a while, and it was easy to think who it was.Special practitioners of this age and height are relatively rare in the red light district of Paris, and the tender type like spring flower seedlings is the mainstream.

If there is no accident, the other party is the top card of a high-end club, the age is unknown, at least 30 years old, and the nickname is "Julian". He rarely appears in the red light district, and he is very famous in an unspeakable small circle. Nominations from customers are not accepted.

The nightclub manager couldn't help but look at Arthur Rimbaud across the street.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, honey-colored skin, healthy and masculine, filled with the atmosphere of the tropical rainforest intertwined with the sea and the sun, the nightclub manager is also secretly amazed by the French beauty who is used to all kinds of styles.

This is the best beauty, the best temperament.

Arthur Rimbaud always had a smiling frankness: "I wanted to see him, but I didn't pay for it yesterday."

The manager of the nightclub said with a serious face: "It's normal, sir is very good, even if I see him, I want to ask for his phone number, and occasionally there will be cases of back payment here."

Arthur Rimbaud quit, hearing the other party's evasive attitude: "Stop talking nonsense, call him out!"

The nightclub manager explained with a wry smile: "Julian is not one of us, but has connections with many nightclubs in the red-light district of Paris. In fact, he is usually elusive and picks young clients by himself. I think the husband just needs to be patient at night if he wants to see him." wait."

Arthur Rimbaud came to that person and pawned his wristwatch in order to spend money on him.In his opinion, there must be something unspeakable for a man over 30 years old to work in this industry.

"I'll come back tonight! Save a seat for me!"

Arthur Rimbaud stomped, lost his spirits, and went elsewhere.

The manager of the nightclub persuaded the precious client away with a good voice, and the eyes of the busy people around him also disappeared.After closing the door, the smiling face of the nightclub manager turned into a poker face, picked up the phone, and made a call.

"Master, he's here. He's missing a wrist watch. He's holding a kraft paper bag with cash in his hand. He said he'll wait for you tonight."

"Well, help me keep him."

Last night, the male prostitute who was dressed sexy and served people for free changed into a suit and leather shoes, changed his face, sat in a classical-style office, and switched from an obscene special practitioner to an upper-class person.

He ended the call, playing with a watch in his hand, and disassembled all the parts in a few seconds, like an experienced watchmaker.He cleaned the inner dial and removed the locator from the watch by the way.

An hour ago, it was still on Arthur Rimbaud's wrist, and the starry sky dial complemented the wandering Norse gods.

As for who installed the locator.

American casinos will not admit it, and neither will the assassination king. In the end, no one will get to the bottom of it.

Outside the window, not far away is the Paris City Hall Square.

Here.

The Paris Commune is less than two kilometers away.

Arthur Rimbaud's whereabouts are not a secret in the eyes of the French government. It is almost transparent during the day. When Arthur Rimbaud swaggers into the pawn shop, everyone who should know knows the reason - in Paris The guys in the red-light district are short of money.

People in the French government will be interested in Arthur Rimbaud's belongings, such as using supernatural powers to detect item information.

At the headquarters of the Paris Commune, the subordinates sent by Charles Baudelaire to redeem the wristwatches came back disheartened and scolded.

"Such an important thing can't be done well!"

Out of anger, Charles Baudelaire felt that he had already dispatched someone immediately, but he was cut off in the end.

Charles Baudelaire hated his teeth itching. He was the person in charge of intelligence, but he was slapped in the face. Someone stepped up faster than him, "Have you found out clearly? Who redeemed the watch? Let that person hurry up." Give it back to me - don't waste my time!"

There are many people with supernatural powers in the Paris Commune, and it has collected the most important information about people with supernatural powers in France. It is easy to find a person who can read the information of the watch with Charles Baudelaire's ability.

The subordinate said weakly: "The one who redeemed the wristwatch is a government official... The pawn shop doesn't know the specific identity of the other party."

Charles Baudelaire was surprised, and waved his hand, telling the other party to get off work, and sent other people to investigate.

Ten minutes later, the leaders of the Paris Commune had their answer.

—The watch was lost on the way.

Charles Baudelaire refrained from getting angry, and didn't believe in such an obvious act of destroying items.

"Who has the ability to evade my eyeliner and help Verlaine's body hide information? There are internal thieves in the government?" Charles Baudelaire couldn't figure it out, and guessed one by one, "Victor Hugo? Stave Flaubert? Alexandre Dumas..."

Charles Baudelaire couldn't understand that even if these people communicated directly with him in order to prevent the emergence of the transcendent cloning plan, they didn't have to compete with him for the watch of the pawn shop.

Pooh!

Would he support the cloning project?

Charles Baudelaire could never imagine that the person who snatched the watch in advance was not for Arthur Rimbaud...

In the evening, at seven o'clock, the nightclubs in the red light district of Paris were covered with windmills, and the business of each store was bustling. Arthur Rimbaud also waited for the person he wanted to meet, pushed the cash in front of the other party, and said proudly : "Julian, stay with me all night!"

Arthur Rimbaud stared straight at the other party, and under the sufficient lighting, the other party's appearance was completely exposed.

——The top card of the exclusive club!

Julian has short hair and a mature and tough appearance, above average, which is far from stunning in a nightclub.

but!

Julian has a muscular body with broad shoulders and a long body. Brightening lotion is applied on the surface of the skin. The mermaid line is the mermaid line, the buttocks are the buttocks, and the chest muscles are no smaller than that old man Hugo!

This is the male prostitute that a person with aesthetics would choose.

Julian said with a smile: "This money is not enough for my appearance fee."

Arthur Rimbaud was stunned: "???"

He thinks he is a person who has been in many bars and nightclubs, [-] francs is enough for a night, and the other party is old!

The top card is amazing?

Earn so much money to pay taxes?

Arthur Rimbaud was immediately furious.

Julian saw that the other party had never been to a high-end club, and he didn't point it out, so he took advantage of the opportunity and sat next to Arthur Rimbaud.A masculine hormonal breath approached, and Arthur Rimbaud had a rare fantasy. The other party was like the tobacco last night, rich and choking.

Julian only reached out and grabbed a few thousand francs from the stack of banknotes, and stuffed them into his low-waisted trousers. The bulging trousers and the banknotes formed a temptation, and he wanted the rest of the money.

Julian said: "Sir, I said that I serve you voluntarily. You don't need to pay. You look down on me by giving me money. These francs will be used as the money for drinking me tonight."

The other party took the money for the drink, but refused the money for whoring. Arthur Rimbaud smiled, almost dazzled Julian's eyes.

Arthur Rimbaud put his arms around Julian's waist, squeezed it with his hands, and asked the waiter to open the bottle with a flair.Julian squinted his eyes when he thought of someone running away last night. Before he could think about how to lure the other party to "go too far", Arthur Rimbaud took a big sip of sparkling wine from the bottle, and put his red lips Handed over.

The lips are pink, and they are cute when they are puffed up.

No one can refuse a peerless beauty.

Julian wanted to kiss him, resisted the reverse temptation of a wave of guests, and asked with extra attention: "Don't you think I'm dirty?"

The mouth of a male whore, not many people want to kiss.

What's more, France has recently shown signs of an outbreak of infectious diseases.

Not only Julian began to pay attention, but other special practitioners in the nightclub also somewhat restrained themselves to prevent themselves from being recruited.

Arthur Rimbaud came to Paris for the first time, and he was not clear about the current state of romantic illness in France. He grunted, swallowed the sparkling wine in his mouth, and asked suspiciously: "Are you sick?"

Julian said wonderfully: "No, I often do inspections, and I also take basic safety measures for female customers. In fact, in our industry, senior practitioners pay great attention to protecting their bodies and do not covet short-term happiness. The main reason for getting sick is It's a guest..."

That's right, it's the customers who don't like condoms these days.

The best example is Guy de Maupassant, the French transcendent.

Arthur Rimbaud put the bottle into Julian's hand.

"Drink with me! Sing!" After finishing speaking, Arthur Rimbaud didn't dislike the dirt in other people's mouths at all. He quickly kissed Julian and said with a smile, "You helped me, how could I dislike you? This is my reward!"

Julian touched the corner of his mouth and vowed to serve this guest well and let him enjoy the beauty of the whole night.

Immediately afterwards, Julian indulged, drinking, feeding, flirting and beating.He has a very high emotional intelligence and rich experience in hospitality, avoids Arthur Rimbaud's minefields in his speech, and skillfully attacks Arthur Rimbaud's loneliness directly from all aspects.

Arthur Rimbaud asked Julian to open the wine bottle with a butterfly bone. Julian took off his shirt and opened it as soon as he said it, which made Arthur Rimbaud very happy and wanted to show his skills.

"Julian, I can do it too!"

Arthur Rimbaud forgot the power of gravity and insisted on showing the skills of his youth, and his butterfly bone can indeed do it.

Uniform honey color, delicate skeleton, Julian looked at Arthur Rimbaud with hot eyes, and reached out to touch the other's butterfly bone, unable to tell who was the prey and who was the hunter.

Arthur Rimbaud was tickled by him, clapped his hands away, and smiled rascally, "Julian, you are not professional." His blond hair was scattered on his shoulders, cynical, reclining on the sofa exuding a sense of vigor, "You Have you ever had a real relationship with your guest?"

Julian replied without thinking: "No."

Arthur Rimbaud is not convinced: "I have always believed that the process of communication between people is the easiest to cultivate feelings."

Julian shook his head, insisting on his attitude.

I won't lie easily to my guests, so I can't fool the prodigal sons who have experienced many battles.

Arthur Rimbaud looked at each other, there was nothing sissy about Julian, and his nickname could be male or female, much better than those men named "Lilith", his laughter was like a In its heyday, a vigorous lion.

Julian said: "I like my profession, I am not forced to join here, and the other way of communication I choose does not accumulate feelings."

Arthur Rimbaud pressed: "You were not forced? In what way?"

Arthur Rimbaud was full of curiosity, but Julian deliberately didn't say anything, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "It might make you sick."

Arthur Rimbaud pushed Julian down on the sofa, suppressing this tall man, and his heart became hot: "Say it quickly, or wait for us to enter the next step!"

Julian said suddenly: "I don't sell myself to male customers."

Arthur Rimbaud didn't hesitate: "Shit, I believe in your bottom line, it's better to believe that you will become a decent person tomorrow!"

Arthur Rimbaud turned over Julian's body, bit his ear, brutal and capricious: "You have a crush on me, don't deny it, you've been seducing me, I can't see it?"

Julian took a heavy breath, a smile on his face.

"Let's go into the room, don't you want to know what kind of communication I like? There are props over there, I promise I will tell them all--Sir, I knew you were good at the first time I saw you, okay Satisfy my unspoken interests."

"Such a mysterious interest..." Arthur Rimbaud lowered his head, thinking wildly, "Fosterism?"

Julian shook his head.

Arthur Rimbaud urged him to take him there, and Julien grabbed his hand and, with a slight effort, rolled over.

"Sir, I'll get ready first, you can come in in five minutes."

"What if I have to go in early?"

Arthur Rimbaud refused to agree, but he liked to be a stickler and do some unexpected behaviors.

Julian hesitated: "It's too direct..."

Julian looked directly at Arthur Rimbaud with a smile, his eyes were like oil paints that could not be melted in the hands of a painter, thick, deep, fiery, weird, fused into a semi-solid form.

"Wait to reap happiness."

……

At five in the morning, the winter morning is dark.

The door of Dr. Philip Pinel's house was pushed open, and a pair of bare feet of grown men walked in.

On the floor, a drop of red blood dripped down.

Darkness overwhelmed these traces.

After a while, the bedside lamp in the bedroom was turned on. Philip Pinel got up temporarily and asked the visitor to sit down. He immediately found medical equipment and prepared to give him conventional treatment before considering supernatural treatment.

Philip Pinel let the man undress and was stunned. What caught his eyes was not the usual welts and bruises.

Rather—hickey? ? ?

Philip Pinel asked confusedly: "This is different from before, which position do you want me to treat?"

Philippe Pinel's eyes rolled down.

Stare at the pants.

There was blood on the opponent's ankle.

The man said tactfully: "The medicine is useless, the injury is inside, I can't sit down, I have a meeting tomorrow."

Philip Pinel was helpless and faintly angry: "You always don't cherish your body, and you pursue the pleasure of torturing yourself!"

The man said again: "Trust me, it's different this time."

Philippe Pinel is disheartened by the sexual fetishes of French transcendents, hehe, unrepentant one by one.Angrily, he activated the supernatural ability "Madman's Freedom" to let the other party go through the treatment process.

Facing the request of different abilities, the man pondered.

"I have two names, one is Jacques Rousseau and the other is Julien, which are the two sides of my rationality and madness. I like to be a French official by day and the head of the club by night. I have fantasies about people being rude to me, Force my habit, usually when a woman hits me... I will have a strong excitement..."

Strange things happened.

The healing ability against him was not activated.

Philip Pinel looked over suspiciously, you still have an additional black history and eccentricities that you haven't explained clearly?

Jacques Rousseau's face twitched, and he found that he couldn't escape.

This is the cruelty of superpowers.

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Jacques Rousseau sighed slightly: "I tricked a very beautiful man who hangs around nightclubs to open a room and play with my personal hobbies, but I was deceived by his appearance. To look at others, obviously I warned myself..."

"He refused to hit me, took pity on me, kissed my forehead, I begged him to give me happiness, he hugged me from behind, and told me... there is another way to feel the pain of the body..."

"Then he fucked me."

"I came to you for treatment in such pain, don't laugh, Dr. Pinel, I will not be able to restrain the darkness in my heart and kill you..."

"Oh, you know too much."

……

After treatment.

Dr. Philip Pinel charged a fee according to the minimum standard, kindly found a special medicine, and gave it to Mr. Rousseau, who had been engaged in a special industry for many years and broke himself for the first time, as a medical gift.

"Mr. Rousseau, this time it's a partial injury. It's not serious. My ability consumption is very low. I'll give you a [-]% discount."

"..."

Jacques Rousseau felt inexplicably humiliated, took the gift, and walked away with a cold face.

——Who wants your discount!