I'm such a big son

Da Zuo described the battle between himself and the ability, and also pointed out the method of finally recovering the separated ability - smashing the red crystal carried by the entity with the ability.

With this information, the supernatural power users belonging to PortMafia no longer need to stay in the headquarters and dare not go out.The logistics team was divided into two groups again, and Ango Sakaguchi was in charge of the operation, and the sites of those who lost control were brought into the scope of acceptance again. Even the upper echelons of the government had to admit the management capabilities of Mori Ogai and his subordinates.

——No one dares to commit murder in the street during the day, and there will be no dead bodies in the wilderness at night. Even a serious military police can't do better, what else do you want?

Other people's job is smuggling, bastard!

As for the cadres of the logistics team... Dazai said that this problem is a bit tricky, and neither Oda nor Sakaguchi can help - this guy is deliberately happy to see Sakaguchi Ango so busy that he is in a trance, and Oda Sakunosuke's special ability ... The foresight department is a BUG, ​​as long as the supernatural ability is not willing, once it is separated, it cannot be recovered at all.

Who knows what attitude the supernatural power has towards the host?For details, please refer to Miss Rimbaud.Therefore, Mr. Oda has to stay at the headquarters to be responsible for "protecting" the leader and Mr. Osa who was "dead".

——Osamu Dazai did it on purpose, knowing that "White Kirin" Shibusawa Ryuhiko would only hide far away in the lair like a spider and wait for the death of his prey, but he didn't dare to bet on the [-]% possibility... In case Shibusawa Long Yan feels bored and wants to go out for a walk?He has not forgotten the fate that seemed to be cursed.

The ghost knows if there will be another world that is so sympathetic to him, even the suicides are reluctant to die, so they can only hide in the dark and carefully protect everything that seems to have been stolen.

Don't waste your time, there are plenty of foreign aid and pawns, there is no need to grab these sheep for wool.

The black-haired boy flicked through the list recorded on his phone, his eyes fixed on a few names and seemed to lose focus——

At this time, Rimbaud was still in Yakong.

Previously [Colorful Painting Collection] was eager to avoid Osamu Dazai, and was cut off by the host who had strangled his throat and pressed against the wall of the space without realizing it.As the price for breaking free, Rimbaud's knee joint in his right leg was dislocated, and he was unable to initiate an attack for the time being. He could only sit patiently and wait for the next opportunity.

The place where Mr. Ability re-released the subspace was probably a repair dock somewhere in the port, but the port area is so large and there are so many similar docks, she couldn't accurately determine the exact location for a while.As time went by, her judgment of time gradually changed from accurate to blurred.

There is no mark that can record in the light golden subspace, only Mr. Ability who harassed her from time to time.

"Are you unhappy, what do you want?"

The man whose arm had been removed stared at Rimbaud unblinkingly across the subspace, his face full of earnestness: "Anything is fine."

Since it was confirmed that Ms. Rimbaud was better at using her own power than other people with superpowers, Mr. Superpower no longer arbitrarily pulled the distance between him and the host, and he no longer sent him up to be beaten. trapped her in space—

——Since I can't keep you with my own hands, let's face each other day and night in the closed subspace until we go to hell together.

Decisive and extremely fierce love and hate.

——What a terrible love brain!

Ms. Rimbaud is absolutely unwilling to admit that she has this kind of personality after the materialization of her supernatural powers!

She sat in the space opposite him, her right knee twisted unnaturally.Sitting there like this, she looked even more arrogant than the queen sitting on the luxurious throne.

The God who created all things personally crowned her, and the pale golden light seemed to sing around her feet, like a completely unknown person covered in blood and distress, her eyes were amazingly bright.

In this game about perseverance and human heart, her supernatural ability has succumbed without knowing it.

She looked indifferent on her face, but in fact, Miss Rimbaud didn't fluctuate in her heart, she even wanted to yawn a little... always accidentally encountering a man emerging from a trash can, it's nothing new at all.

What she was thinking about was how to lure the supernatural entity to her side and kill it.

If it continues to consume... the cubs in the family are probably going to fry the pot.

The long-haired woman finally gave the "suitor" a straight look, with a pure black smile on her lips: "Whatever I want...is fine?"

The bright brown eyes in the changing light and shadow revealed the dark brown of desire. At this moment, she changed from an arrogant king to a banshee sitting among the thorns and tempting travelers into the abyss.

"Yes...no matter what. I've been waiting for you. I'm the one who's inseparable from you, and I'm the one who stays with you day and night. Why don't you ever look back..."

Muttering piously like a pilgrim, sensing her slowly softening attitude, Mr. Ability's eyes gradually softened.

I'm fucking sick to turn my head and look back!

Rimbaud lowered his eyelashes, and the light golden particles floating in the space added a touch of softness and vulnerability to her.No matter who it is, even if her arm was cut off just now, she will be forced to wear a thick filter at this moment-she looks really weak, injured and pale, does it hurt?Is it cold?Wouldn't it be a problem to get a little closer?

She stretched out her arms to "Mr. Lan Tang" who was outside the security line, her long and slender fingers were well-proportioned, her pink nails were neatly trimmed, and her face was full of the anger that women only have when they act like a baby to their lover: "I want to go out !"

"Only this, only this... No, no, you are mine, only mine."

The supernatural entity really became agitated: "Is it wrong for me to want to get the master who dominates me? We are originally a pair that complements each other. We have been closely connected since the birth of life. I am so envious of you. Like a deer yearning for water."

In order not to let his expression get out of control, Rimbaud hastily lowered his head before he dared to slander [Color Painting Collection] in his heart... It shouldn't be my fault... right?

Is it really my problem?

The ability was not fooled, and he was still walking around outside the barrier anxiously.It has to be said that as long as he made up his mind to trap Rimbaud to death in the subspace, Rimbaud really had nothing to do with him for a while.

……

"Hey, Dazai, what kind of tombstone do you want to order..."

The orange-haired boy raised his hand and lifted his hat with a cold expression. His expression was quite calm, and Aden, who was following him like a tail, shivered.

This kid has been living in an orphanage since he could remember, so it can be said that he is very good at observing others' emotions.If Ryunosuke hadn't taken Gin out to collect information, he wouldn't be willing to follow his elder brother even if he was killed.

——The black anger and flames are intertwined, and the wind passes without a trace after reaching the limit.That was not real calm, but a harbinger of an impending eruption.

The black-haired boy whose face was covered with malice didn't pay attention to his anger at all, and waved his hands like chasing something: "How can someone be as sticky and shiny like a slug? It's obviously useless at all." No!"

Chuya's answer was that he stomped down the stairs on the square on the first floor of the PortMafia building.

Dazai bypassed him and continued to walk out. Just when Nakahara Nakaya decided not to talk nonsense and directly smashed his head and staged a real "cleaning the house", Koyo Ozaki appeared in the hall in time.

"Ah, Chuya? The leader wants to see you~"

Miss Hongye is a friend of Miss Rimbaud, and also a respectable elder. If she doesn't give face to anyone, she must give face to this one too.Nakahara Chuya let out a "hmm", threw away Osamu Dazai and ignored it, and walked towards the elevator.

"Sister Hongye, is there still no news from Attila?"

The young man didn't show his anxiety until he walked into the elevator. Miss Hongye covered her mouth and laughed: "Did you hear any rumors? No wonder he lost his temper."

"However, Chuya, you have tried your best. If you don't want to be found out about Miss Rimbaud's supernatural ability, it is probably really hard to find it. Anyway, no news right now is good news."

After finishing speaking, she blinked mysteriously: "Mr. Sen will explain some things to you personally, come with me."

……

Probably the fifth day of being trapped by his own ability?

Rimbaud didn't care about the deformed right knee anymore, as long as he was alive, nothing else mattered.

To be honest, her situation looks a bit bad. Humans must be the first to fall in this purely attrition tactic.

Compared with her gradually weakening situation, the state of [Color Painting Collection] is getting better and better. If it is not for the advantage that the limbs of the supernatural entity cannot regenerate, Rimbaud almost gives up and continues... Even if he is cheated And he won't easily follow the other party's pace into a trap or something... Should he sigh "As expected of me"?

"I want to drink water..."

For the first time in several days, she showed a genuinely weak expression. Mr. Ability, who was always hovering outside the safety line, was stuck like a robot that suddenly encountered a bug.

His proud master showing weakness to him?she……?Show weakness?

Is it true to expose the weakness and put it in front of the trap so that he can see it clearly——

—Yes, I hold the weapon tightly in my hand, but I am so weak.If you really want to reverse the master-slave disorder, probably only this time.

[Color Painting Collection] After hesitating, Rimbaud showed him the military thorn in his hand, and also put himself in front of the prey as the most attractive bait.

Moments later he decided to take one last chance.

After several days of confrontation and entanglement, Mr. Ability finally crossed the safe distance that he personally verified and slowly approached the host, getting closer and closer, until he half-kneeled beside her.

"Sorry, you seem to have reached the limit of water shortage for human beings? Be patient a little longer, and then you will belong to me forever..." In order to confirm whether she would fight back, the man clasped her wrist with his backhand and bent it hard, feeling the pain And the weakness soon made the dangerous weapon make a crisp sound as it fell to the ground.

What was presented to him now was a soft appearance that Rimbaud had never seen before, which could almost be described as weak.It is impossible for the human body to continue without eating or drinking water for several days.

He was finally relieved, almost ecstatically stroking Rimbaud's dusty cheek gently: "That's all right, you are so soft and lovely, only I can see." [Colorful Painting Collection] Bend down and lick and kiss her gently The corner of her mouth, fingers traced all the way from between her eyebrows and eyes, and finally strangled the woman's slender neck: "Don't be afraid, it only takes a short time..."

The lack of oxygen didn't inspire her to move too much, so he reassuredly increased the strength of his hand, and the kiss became more and more lingering with his lips and teeth.At the moment when the man completely relaxed his vigilance, Rimbaud, who seemed to have given up fighting back, grasped the stone he had been holding in his palm and precisely crushed the red spar on his forehead.

The pale golden palace collapsed in an instant, and the blue eyes of "Mr. Rimbaud" were full of regret: "It's a pity, it failed... But it doesn't matter, you can never get rid of me, I will always be with you."

His body also turned into golden spots and disappeared. Rimbaud finally straightened his upper body and kissed his forehead lightly: "Be honest, just stay there, and don't make trouble for me."