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"Tasker No. A163, please pay attention. The vest will be drawn in five seconds, and it will be released to the world."

The words on the top of the machine are constantly changing, and finally a line of words is displayed——

Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud

At the same time, the mission world of this time also appears in the lower right corner,

"Bungo Stray Dogs"

"Location: Graveyard"

"please confirm"

Looking at the word cemetery, Huang Jie was sure that this broken machine did have a grudge against him.

It was very windy at night.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked on the road, lowering his head and pressing the keypad of his mobile phone.

Nakahara Chuya is now 19 years old, and already has a high status in the port mafia. At this time, he has just finished his field work and is on his way home.

"so cold…"

When Zhongyuan Zhongye passed a street lamp, he heard such a voice coming from the front, the voice was very familiar, "Zhongye, why are you dressed like this?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head, and the dark red light enveloped his whole body. Standing not far from the dim warm yellow light was a man with long curly hair and a heavy winter coat.

"who are you?"

Zhongya Nakahara asked, he slowly put away his mobile phone, hooked the fingers of his left hand to the half-palm glove of his right hand, the black glove outlined the slender fingers, the black half-palm glove with the palm facing forward formed a sharp contrast with the white wrist, " State your true name and purpose."

The gravity of the port mafia made the man slightly raise his chin, "But before that, I have to clarify," Nakahara also rushed over, "I hate when someone uses this face—!!"

Almost instantly, when Zhongya Zhongye slammed towards him with gravity, the golden cube lay in front of Zhongye Zhongyuan, hindering Zhongya Zhongye's forward movement. Absorbing some heat, it seemed that he was not very successful. He rubbed his fingers in frustration, "Chuya, I remember I taught you not to attack directly when the information is not complete."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a big step back in surprise.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Zhong Yuanzhong also thought, "Can you still hit with supernatural powers?"

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help raising his hand to press the brim of his hat, and looked at the man in front of him vigilantly, "Who are you?!"

The strange guy with the exact same face as the man who should have been lying in the ground quietly did not attack, but replied slowly, "You here should know my identity, but for the sake of safety, I think it is necessary to introduce myself .”

"Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud."

The man who called himself Rimbaud looked at Chuya Nakahara's clothes,

"Meet you for the first time," he showed a friendly, soft smile like a spring breeze, "it seems that you are having a good time."

The isolation room in the deep underground of the Port Mafia.

Verlaine sat down on the wicker chair and read a book. There were some papers scattered on the table next to him. On the paper was a mobile phone. The mobile phone was old-fashioned and could only make and receive calls and send and receive text messages.

Generally speaking, the mobile phone is mostly used to press the scattered papers, but now, its screen is dimly lit.

Verlaine just pretended that he didn't see anything, he read the book in his hand, and sat quietly on the wicker chair.

until the phone rang.

It was the ringtone specially set by Verlaine for his younger brother Zhongyuan Zhongye, which made Verlaine quite satisfied with human technology.

Verlaine finally put down the things in his hands, and picked up the phone with doubts. Although he also joined the port mafia and became one of the five major cadres, as the murderer who killed five important friends of Chuya, Nakahara Chuya In fact, I can't talk to him for several years, but this time I called him suddenly, I don't know if something important happened.Holding such a guess, Verlaine connected the phone,

"middle,--?"

"Paul?"

Two voices sounded at the same time, and Verlaine's eyes widened.

The voice on the phone belonged to Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud.

He was the partner who rescued Verlaine from the research institute, and he was also the target of Verlaine's betrayal. [1]

"Would you like some hot water?" On the other side of the phone, the voice of his younger brother Chuya Nakahara came from a little further away, "I'll turn on the air conditioner."

"How is this going?"

After a long time, Verlaine squeezed out questions dryly from his parched throat.