Cos Verlaine's I crossed

The higher echelons of the port mafia are creatures of the night.

Lan Tang doesn't like parties or drinking. During the day, he often goes to the library to borrow books, or sits in a book cafe to supplement his knowledge.

When he sits, he often spends the whole afternoon with a cup of coffee by his hand.

From his gentle appearance, no one can think of the mafia, and he is a quasi-manager of the port mafia who possesses supernatural powers and kills without blinking an eye.In fact, he has no sense of belonging to the organization. His life was not good before. The old leader did not trust him, and the organization treated him as a foreigner very unfairly.

"Boss Mori is not bad, his salary is paid on time, he won't deduct my bonus, and he won't always send me to do some rubbish things."

Lan Tang focused on two tasks while reading, comparing the old leader with the current leader.

Mori Ogai is perfectly set off.

The waiter of the book cafe came with a plate and put Lan Tang in a second cup of hot coffee. As long as he was not a traditional steel straight man, normal people would not be able to help but look at this French man with trembling shoulders and a skin as white as cold jade. The man has a bit of pity.

"Sir, would you like a hand warmer?"

"Well, thank you."

Lan Tang is greedy for warmth, and doesn't have much scruples about the external image of being afraid of cold.

When the hand warmer bag was delivered, Lan Tang took off his gloves, put one hand into the hand warmer bag, maintained a leisurely reading posture, and relaxed his vigilance.

Outside the book cafe, a small card blew in through the crack of the door. It avoided everyone's attention by flipping it in a difficult way, and flew to Lan Tang's seat as if by coincidence. Then, it landed on the At Lan Tang's feet.

The waiter passed by, and naturally noticed something extra on the clean ground, and asked the nearest person: "Sir, is this the card you dropped?"

Lan Tang glanced at it subconsciously: "No."

The waiter squatted down and picked up the card. The French characters on it caught Lan Tang's attention, and made Lan Tang call out: "Please wait a moment, let me have a look."

The waiter couldn't read French, so he handed it to the other party.

Lan Tang's eyes scanned the content, and his heart was suddenly clenched by invisible hands.

【Do you remember? 】

"!!!"

Lan Tang held his breath and quickly looked around. The internal structure of the book cafe is very simple and will not obstruct the line of sight.The distance between each table is kept, there are fewer customers, most of them are young artists, and there is no second foreigner among the customers present.

past?

He dreamed of wanting to know his past!

He knows that he is French and his mother tongue is French, but he has never met a compatriot from his motherland who knows him in the eight years of staying in Yokohama, Japan!

Beyond that, he knew nothing of the past, like a wandering ghost.

Those who knew about his memory loss in the early days basically died during the tyranny of the old leader. Later, he learned to cover up his "illness" and act in a low-key manner. He didn't say a word when he was bullied by the organization. Looking for the past, the supernatural power is many times stronger than the power shown on the surface.

Lan Tang suppressed his excitement, and said in a low voice: "This card belongs to me, did anyone else come to see me today?"

The waiter shook his head as he recalled, the guest in front of him didn't come often.

Lan Tang waited until the waiter left before carefully observing the card. There are too many indifferent people in this world who would not care about a small card.

Lan Tang covered his lips with a scarf and whispered, "Are you there?"

Is the person who left the message here?Can you hear his voice?

For a long while, Lan Tang sat there alone, but got no response from anyone.He thought that the other party could send the card to him silently, explaining that he was watching his whereabouts, and there might be eavesdropping and monitoring devices nearby.

"I'll come and sit for a while every afternoon."

Lan Tang left.

After 10 minutes, Lan Tang sneaked into the manager's office of the book cafe, called up the electronic monitoring, and saw the whole process of how the card flew freely and fell.

Lan Tang murmured: "The imperial object? Psychic power?"

There are various abilities in this world, and these two are the most reminiscent of them.

Lan Tang thought deeply and deleted this surveillance.

Safety comes first.

He didn't want to lose his job with the Port Mafia by being mistaken for a spy sent by another organization without investigating the past.

The next day, Lan Tang went to this book cafe to read books again.

The card arrives as promised——

Lan Tang caught it immediately, covered it with his hand, and put it in front of his eyes.

【If you remember me, bring the birthday present you gave me eight years ago tomorrow. 】

"birthday present?"

Lan Tang's mind was confused.

eight years ago?That was the year when he lost his memory.

From this sentence, he can see that he has a good relationship with the other party, 100% acquaintance!That's why I gave myself a birthday present.

Too bad, he didn't remember who the other party was!

Lan Tang took a sip of his coffee and racked his brains to think about what his birthday present would be.

On the third day, Lan Tang was a little embarrassed, but came to the book cafe with a small box of cakes with a cold appearance.This was the one he thought he was most likely to get right after checking various birthday gifts - birthday cake.

A third card appeared, giving him an ellipsis.

【…】

Lan Tang bowed his head to eat the cake resignedly.

Well, guess wrong.

On the fourth day, the weather in Japan heated up, and the book cafe turned on the air conditioner. Lan Tang couldn't sit still, and was shivering with cold, waiting for the card.

Must come!

Be sure to have the next card!

Friends and compatriots from the past, please don’t give up on yourself!

In order to prevent the book cafe from turning on the air conditioner, Lan Tang secretly apologized and used supernatural powers to destroy the book cafe's air conditioner.When the air returns to "warm", he has a reason to sit where young people love to stay and continue pretending to read books.

Lan Tang grabbed the fourth card nervously. Each card had no fingerprints and no other clues left, but the writing on it scratched his heart.

[I don't want to talk to you anymore, but you seem very pitiful. 】

[If you remember your identity, you just look out of the window for 5 minutes, if you choose to give up, I will not come to you again. 】

Lan Tang's eyes became hot.

Great, the man is giving himself a chance.

Lan Tang cherished the card, even if it was a trap, he recognized it.He put down the book, looking out the window as if he was tired from reading.

For 5 minutes, Lan Tang's eyes were dry, trying to find that person.

A passerby outside the window may be his acquaintance.

—no gain.

Outside the window, a card flew over and stuck to the window with a "snap". The content made Lan Tang's eyelids twitch, as if he could hear the other party's cold voice across his eardrums.

【You really forgot everything. 】

Lan Tang remained silent.

The next card was immediately photographed on the window.

You can see hundreds of corpses displayed in front of you, and the quasi-cadres of the port mafia who still don't change their expressions suddenly break out in cold sweat.

【You will die. 】

This sentence in French clearly reveals the malice.

Lan Tang couldn't help thinking, did his relationship with that person fall out, why did the other party say that?As for the emotion of fear, Lan Tang didn't have the slightest bit, and was eager to explore this matter.

After a while, the card was blown away by the wind, rolled down under the wheels of the road, crushed and disappeared.

It was as if...his life had been crushed like this.

Lan Tang's mood sank.

Outside, in a blind spot that Lan Tang couldn't see, Arthur Rimbaud leaned against the wall, using a palm-sized mirror to reflect the scene of the book cafe.

The French man by the window looked sullen, as if waiting for him.

From a distance, he looks like his ex-boyfriend, with the same black hair and green eyes.

Take a closer look, poof—this man wears warm earmuffs and a scarf in summer, and he is out of tune with other people, one of the confusing behaviors of human beings.

Arthur Rimbaud peeked at Lan Tang curiously. This man was the "partner" in "Bungou Stray Dogs", the man who endowed "his" personality and name.He found that the other party's hair was very thick, and the long black curly hair covered his shoulders, like thick and soft snow. His facial features were deep and three-dimensional, and his appearance was a dimension away from his ex-boyfriend.

Is this Lantang?

Mature, sad, revealing an indifferent atmosphere that does not compete with others.

Arthur Rimbaud really didn't understand why he was afraid of him in parallel time and space, he looked quite easy to bully.

Arthur Rimbaud quickly assumed the role of "Assassination King" and did not refuse role-playing games.He has never read online articles, and usually only reads well-known physical books. In his opinion, this is another direction of his life.

After he crossed over, his body mutated, his skin became whiter, his strength became stronger, and he also mastered the ability of gravity. He officially broke away from the category of ordinary people. He should have replaced Paul Verlaine, who is at the transcendent level in this world.

The only doubt is his black hat.

I don't know if the black hat that accompanied him through time travel has the function copied from the original book: to block "commands".It is impossible for him to go to a supernatural institution for a physical examination. It is temporarily unclear to what extent his body has mutated and whether he will be affected by the "instruction".

Arthur Rimbaud's thoughts flowed, and his fingers wearing half-gloves smoothly wrote a sentence on the card.

"Go."

Gravity wrapped the card and flew to the book cafe.

China has the flying sword to pass the book, and he has the gravity to pass the card.

This newly appeared card brought great hope to Lan Tang, and the chance to restore his memory was at hand.

However, Lan Tang was stunned.

【Knowing me is a nightmare for you. You might be better off without me. Are you sure you want to know me again? 】

Lan Tang's hairs stood on end, his heart contracted, and he felt a rare intense tingling sensation.This heart-wrenching feeling reminded him that he wanted to catch that person, that the other person was not his nightmare!

That is the hope of awakening the past!

A disabled person who just wants to be complete!

He suffered from being unable to communicate with that person, and was afraid that the other person would misunderstand that he would give up, so he used a behavior to explain his choice.

He comes here every day.

However, on the fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day...the cards no longer appeared.

Lan Tang's heart was half cold, and the warm coffee in his stomach was like waste water flowing into the sewer, bitter and cold.

A great sense of desperation enveloped Lan Tang, causing him to become restless after he went to work in the port mafia. He let go of one or two enemies, euphemistically saying: "My subspace is very small, and I can arrest people by force. It can only do so much.”

Mori Ogai naturally didn't know what his subordinates were thinking, after inferring the strength of the supernatural ability from Lantang's usual performance, he objectively encouraged Rantang to continue to develop the space system supernatural ability.

In Mori Ogai's view, Rantang is by no means weak, and not catching all the enemies is a temporary mistake, which deserves his forgiveness once.

"Mr. Lantang, you have worked hard overtime. There are too few talents in the port mafia, and there are not many trustworthy people. I can only ask you to make a few more trips."

Sen'ou's delivery was miserable, Lan Tang lowered his head as if he didn't see it.

Mori Ogai said: "After the work in the early morning is over, you don't need to come tonight. I will allow you to rest for two days."

Lan Tang bowed, "Thank you Boss."

Mori Ogai asked, "Are you still afraid of the cold every day?"

Lan Tang admitted tremblingly: "Yes, it's very cold, and there's too much air-conditioning in the Boss' office and the corridor outside."

Mori Ogai is ashamed, you are the only one who turns on the heating in the headquarters building.

"Go, go back to your office to keep warm."

Mori Ogai waved away people.

Alice sat on the carpet, looking at Lantang's retreating figure with interest, "Lantang's character of being afraid of the cold is very funny, Lin Taro, is there something wrong with his body?"

Mori Ogai's flamboyant expression calmed down, "It's a psychological factor."

Alice tilted her head.

Ogai Mori was thoughtful: "He joined the organization after the explosion in the Yokohama Concession that year. He may have witnessed the tragedy of the explosion and left psychological trauma. With his physical fitness and medical examination report, there will be no such Chilling condition."

Alice laughed without sympathy: "It's too fragile!"

Mori Ogai chuckled: "Mr. Lantang is not weak in force, and he is very efficient in completing tasks. He obeys orders. It is the old leader who wasted his talent and has not promoted him to the position of a quasi-cadre for a long time. Bai It gave me a chance to win him over, otherwise the low-key Mr. Lan Tang would not be a member of my faction."

A drink and a peck are all won by people.

"Hey, working hard to make money, paying wages to members of the port mafia, buying weapons, and raising that kid who likes to commit suicide..."

The current leader of the port mafia turns into a social animal and works conscientiously.

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