In the end, just as Dazai had expected, Verlaine agreed to his request and took away the information he had placed on the table.

Dazai looked at Weilan's back as he left, raised his lips and chuckled. After he had completely walked away, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and casually dialed Nakahara Chuuya's number: "Moshi Moshi, is that Chuuya on the other end of the line?"

Nakahara Chuuya was a little surprised, because although Dazai liked to talk to him about random things when they were on a mission together, Dazai usually wouldn't call Nakahara Chuuya when they were apart. Nakahara Chuuya's eyebrows jumped, and he felt something was wrong: "Do you want to say something to me?"

He asked cautiously.

Dazai Osamu just casually turned the swivel chair under him and said with a smile: "Because I want to remind Chuuya."

"Please don't go out recently."

·

The moonlight was dim, and scarlet blood stains soaked Dazai Osamu's leather shoes.

Dazai Osamu leaned against the door, his black coat draped down smoothly, making his figure look very slender. Nakajima Atsushi came up to him and asked quietly, "Mr. Dazai, where is this place?"

He looked very young at that time, only about seven or eight years old. He curled up beside Dazai Osamu and looked like a doll that Dazai Osamu had stolen from somewhere.

Dazai Osamu deliberately took him to the mall and watched Nakajima Atsushi choose white clothes from black clothes. He lowered his eyes and saw the scarlet stain on Nakajima Atsushi's snow-white shoes. He stretched out his hand to Nakajima Atsushi and said dangerously and gracefully: "This is... the place where the devil walks."

He looked like this, hiding in the darkness, as scary as a ghost, with his gloomy iris-colored eyes deep and beautiful.

The ignorant Nakajima Atsushi reached out and held Dazai Osamu's fingers. Dazai Osamu's fingers were very delicate, with distinct finger bones and a beautiful cold white color. They were just a little cold to the touch, but Nakajima Atsushi reluctantly held half of Dazai Osamu's hand with his still small hand and said with difficulty: "Demon King? What is that?"

Dazai Osamu, who intended to scare people, was stumped by the question. He paused for a moment, feeling the warm touch in his hands, feeling as if he was pinching a soft marshmallow.

This kind of touch was novel, but it made Dazai feel uncomfortable. He loosened his hand and said, "Is it possible for someone to kill Nakajima-kun at will?"

After hearing this, Nakajima Atsushi looked behind him.

He and Dazai Osamu were now standing in front of a club. One could still vaguely see the club's once magnificent appearance, with crooked light signs and a crystal chandelier that had fallen from the ceiling and shattered onto the ground. In this gloomy night, one could only see the fluctuating objects inside through the dim night sky.

Nakajima Atsushi easily identified that it was a human body part.

He asked Dazai Osamu: "Were they killed by the Demon King?"

Dazai Osamu chuckled and said, "Yes, but this is a secret that cannot be told to anyone else. Are you willing to keep this secret for me, Nakajima-kun?"

Nakajima Atsushi looked inside again. It was filled with an endless aura of murder. In the dark night, he could not see the full picture of the corpses. He could only get a glimpse of the tragedies that were ongoing from the blood all over the ground.

His innocent and clear eyes reflected the bloody scene. He looked up at Dazai Osamu's smiling eyes and nodded gently.

"Yes, I will."

·

This was one chip after another thrown at Verlaine.

When Verlaine bit the hook thrown by Dazai again and again, Dazai had already foreseen that Verlaine would bow his head to him.

After everything was settled, he deliberately sent Nakahara Chuuya away and blatantly walked into the basement of the Port Mafia.

In the dim dungeon, only a dim light shone through the skylight and fell on the top beauty whose hands and feet were bound.

His long, shining orange hair covered his sides. Wei Erlan opened his eyes and looked at Dazai Osamu who was walking slowly towards him. His azure eyes seemed to see through everything: "You should have gotten everything you wanted, why did you come to me?"

Dazai Osamu chuckled and placed a hat in front of him.

It wasn't a particularly fancy hat, but under the brim, a romantic French name was faintly outlined in golden thread.

lanbor.

Dazai Osamu said: "I asked someone to find this hat in Rimbaud's home. He once ordered a hat after coming to Japan. It is said that he searched all over Yokohama, and all the craftsmen told him that it was impossible to make such a hat. Only one craftsman said, "I can make the hat you want."

"It's a pity that the material inside is so special, so..." Dazai Osamu smiled and when Verlaine cast his sincere eyes on the hat in his hand, he retracted his gaze playfully, "The craftsman made this hat after Rimbaud died."

"Because it was too late to find its owner, the hat remained in his shop."

After telling everything, Dazai Osamu noticed that Verlaine's eyes had become anxious, so he casually put the hat on his head and asked softly: "Can you tell me, dear Mr. Verlaine, why is Rimbourin willing to go to such great lengths to make such a hat? Oh no."

When Dazai Osamu said this, he couldn't help but smile brightly.

He was extremely handsome. After the age of seventeen, his childish face became particularly elegant and reserved. When he wore this hat, he looked like an elegant gentleman. He said, "Should I call you Mr. Arthur Rimbaud at this time?"

Verlaine's eyes, which were drooling over the hat, completely stopped when Dazai said the name. He looked at Dazai and said strangely, "You are the second person I have ever met who is so smart."

His tone was full of emotion. Dazai Osamu said, "It seems that the first person who possesses such intelligence will definitely have a bad end."

Verlaine nodded directly and said, "Yes, that man created me, created a manuscript that created monsters, and finally died at the hands of Arthur, without a chance to escape."

Dazai Osamu was a little curious and asked, "Would the person who created you be killed so easily?"

Verlaine heard the inquiry in his hand and smiled foolishly: "He was not killed by me, he was killed by himself."

"…What do you mean?" Dazai Osamu's eyes suddenly darkened.

Verlaine just looked at the hat on his head and whispered, "Give me the hat."

Dazai took off his hat naturally, put it on Weilun's head casually, and said with a smile: "Is it okay now?"

Verlaine dodged Dazai's hand, raised his hand and took the hat off his head, as if caressing a lover's hand, and narrated the story in a low voice: "I met Rimbaud when I was on a mission."

"At that time, the faun was still controlling me. He looked through my eyes and marveled at the beauty of Rimbaud. He wanted to possess such beauty."

“It was from that moment that I realized that my creator seemed to have changed, or had to change.”

Dazai Osamu's gaze paused.

"No." Verlaine refuted himself in advance. "It should be said that he foresaw his own death in advance."

·

As a miracle created by the shepherd, for a long time, it was Verlaine who accompanied the shepherd.

He is the killing tool of the Shepherd God, and also the eyes of the Shepherd God looking out to the outside world.

Because of this, when the faun became interested in Rimbaud, the first thing Verlaine discovered was confusion.

Verlaine is the first spy on the ruthlessness of the Faun.

This man was born into the world as if he had no material desires. Verlaine heard this from a man in the laboratory. According to that man, he had spent nearly ten years in this laboratory with the faun and had witnessed Verlaine's birth together with the faun.

Verlaine did not comment on what he said, because the next day, he saw the faun walking out of the man's room covered in blood.

The proud and indifferent eyebrows were stained with blood. The shepherd looked at Weilun with his emerald eyes and said, "If it is not necessary, please do not pry into my selfish desires. I remember that I have never given you the order to pry into my selfish desires."

Verlaine obeyed the order, and from then on, no other people appeared in their laboratory. Occasionally, the faun would let Verlaine go out to look at the French sky on his behalf, and then buy a bag of croissants from the corner of the Champs-Elysées.

Just as he pushed the door open, Verlaine bumped into a man with long black hair. The man was wearing a fitted windbreaker and shirt and a brown scarf. When he bumped into Verlaine, Verlaine smelled a super cedar scent.

The person who bumped into him apologized slightly and unexpectedly met Weilan's eyes.

At that moment, Verlaine seemed to be lost in a sea of ​​despair.

He was deeply moved by this man whom he had never met before and was meeting for the first time.

But as a robot, Weierlaan knew that he did not have the condition to fall in love. The only possibility was the creator behind him, the shepherd.

He was attracted to this man.

So, as a faun, Verlaine approached him and learned his name, Arthur Rimbaud.

I knew that he liked to stroll under the plane trees on the Champs-Elysées, that he was one of France's top transcendents, and that this man with outstanding appearance also had outstanding abilities.

In an accident, no, Verlaine still doesn't think it was an accident, he always thinks it was a premeditated arrangement, he was discovered by Arthur Rimbaud, and he is not an ordinary human being.

Arthur Rimbaud followed his background and found the faun. In the laboratory, he met the faun who had seen the sun for a long time.

The faun had long silver hair that reached the ground, and his emerald green eyes fell briskly on Arthur Rimbaud. He spoke words that Verlaine had never heard from the faun before.

The Faun gazed at Arthur Rimbaud lovingly and said, "Under the guidance of fate, I finally met you, my destined person, Arthur Rimbaud."

As expected, Arthur Rimbaud killed the Faun. Verlaine stood beside Arthur Rimbaud and watched his creator take his last breath.

Before his death, Verlaine was 100% certain that there had never been any problem with his vision.

The dying Faun chuckled at him, and the smile on the corners of his lips was just like the smile Verlaine saw on the day he was born.

Verlaine followed Arthur Rimbaud to his faction in France, and after successfully finding a mentor and completing several missions with flying colors, he became a transcendent in France.

On his birth day, he received a hat made by Arthur Rimbaud.

His proud and innocent relatives held the hat and said to Verlaine: "This is a gift from me to you."

Verlaine asked: "Hat, why did you give me a hat?"

Arthur Rimbaud said, "This is some information I found in the Faun's handwriting. I found a special material to make a hat for you. It can suppress your abilities so that they won't explode suddenly at any time."

That was all Verlaine heard.

Verlaine slammed the door and left, leaving Arthur Rimbaud holding his hat.

This was the first time that Verlaine refused Arthur Rimbaud's request after being rescued by him.

·

After several twists and turns, the hat finally returned to Verlaine's hands, even though... it was not the original one.

Dazai Osamu said: "So you think that the shepherd is not really dead?"

Wei Erlan smiled and raised his eyes. He looked at Dazai Osamu: "No one should know this better than you, Dazai-kun."

Dazai Osamu heard what he meant, and the smile on his lips slowly fell. He said: "No wonder Chuuya can't beat you, you are much smarter than Chuuya."

"At this point, should I call you Verlaine, or should I call you... Mr. Verlaine who possesses the memories of a faun?"

Verlaine closed his eyes lazily, holding the hat in his hands, and said softly, "I am nobody. My era has long passed."

"Now the fate is in your hands. You already knew your future fate."

"Should I choose to be an ignorant ant, or should I choose to have the ending of the story forced to change?"

"Dazai-kun, who has made perfect calculations."

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