I'm such a big son

"Ah... the weather is so nice..."

Very suitable for emptying the brain and thinking about nothing...

Rimbaud lay on the hospital bed with Miss Xie Ye and slept soundly for three days, and finally woke up from hunger.When she woke up, she saw a few unknown little boys guarding her bed.

I heard from them that they were adopted by Oda Sakunosuke.

"Yeah, the weather is really nice."

The oldest boy still has a bit of naughty eyebrows, and the youngest girl wears two braids and a pink skirt hugging the doll, with a chubby little face, it can be seen that she is caring for her.

Several children crowded together to bring a sick meal, and Rimbaud took a look and didn't want to eat it.

White porridge, green vegetables, boiled tofu.

If you can only eat these things, your life will become bleak.

"I'm not hungry...you can eat for me..."

Mustache, she was starving to death, but she didn't want to touch this rabbit recipe at all.

To eat meat!I want strawberry tart!To eat Napoleon cake!

"I just said that the boss will never eat it, even I don't want to eat it!"

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Odasaku's new boss says she can only eat this."

"The old boss is also the boss, you have to show some face."

"so poor……"

When each of the five children said one sentence, Rambo's head grew big: "I don't want to eat porridge, nor vegetables, nor boiled tofu." As an adult, the biggest advantage is that you can express your pickiness about food with confidence.

Hearing the movement, Dr. Xie Ye came out of the office with a stethoscope hanging around his neck: "Ah! Are you awake? Eat something to make yourself comfortable, and you can go home later."

In other words, this watery soup is limited to this ward service?

If so, Rimbaud would be more acceptable.She took the bowl by herself, closed her eyes, swallowed the porridge, hiccupped, and was full.

With a full stomach, she hugged the pillow and shrank into the quilt and began to think about what she wanted to do on the first day after retirement.Hmm... Sure enough, I still have to go back and tidy up the apartment that was blown up by Gide.Mr. Mori is not so stingy enough to ask the retired employees to return the house... But because Dazai was "fired", according to the procedure, it should be cleared or cleared.Fortunately, she used to work as a logistics cadre, and the members who went out to complete the purge work were all her former subordinates, and everyone would still save face so as not to ruin the things left in the house.

Thinking about it is a bunch of things again, and I have a headache.

Rimbaud got up and changed his clothes, greeted Yosano Akiko, rubbed the heads of the five children one by one, and left the Armed Detective Agency through the window. The first step was to go back to the port building to see Mori Ogai—retirement I also have to submit a retirement report. I have worked in PortMafia for almost seven years, and Mr. Mori should pay me a pension!

Rimbaud didn't want to take a step. He appeared at the intersection downstairs of the Armed Detective Agency, took a taxi and sat under the PortMafia building before letting the driver turn and run away with tears in his eyes. He rubbed his forehead and went into the elevator and pressed the button.The guard at the gate had sent the news to the chief's office the moment she closed the car door, and the people on the top two floors knew that Mr. Lantang was back in a short while.

"Mr. Lantang, the leader is waiting for you in the office!"

The person responsible for picking up people was one of the chief guards that Rimbaud was familiar with. The visitor pushed open the door of the office, and a stack of A4 printing paper flew out from the door, rubbing Rimbaud's cheek and directly embedded in the wall behind her.

"Wow, that's a good shot."

Rimbaud didn't even move his eyelids, he waved his hand to let the guards clean the wall, and walked into the office after he had enough time to close the door.

"Miss Rimbaud~~~"

Alice swooped in from the corner, and Rimbaud caught her and easily lifted her up and spun around a few times before letting the little girl fall to the ground to play.Mr. Mori, who had just shown his throwing skills, had a black face: "You still know how to come back, Mr. Lantang."

"Ah, well, always come back and submit your retirement application."

She actually took out a few pieces of paper from her pocket and walked in front of Mori Ou: "The opening license for the ability has been obtained. In order to ease the relationship with the government, it is time for PortMafia to keep a low profile. I am retiring voluntarily." It's not better. Besides, it will be easier for you to drive Dazai away through my hands, right?"

Rimbaud didn't mention Oda Sakunosuke from beginning to end, as if he was just an insignificant person.

A sharp light flashed in Mori Ogai's eyes, and soon calmed down again: "It really saves energy to talk to smart people."

"That kid, who seems to have always been wandering outside, savors carefully but finds that there is his shadow behind everything. Things can always develop according to the results he wants."

"The uncontrollable factors need to be eradicated... because it is you, Miss Rimbaud, and this is the last time."

He picked up the paper that Rimbaud handed over and read it carefully, then picked up the pen on the desk and signed his name on the signature: "Although it's a bit regrettable, but well, congratulations on retiring. What suggestions do you have for the successor? Besides Chuya-kun and me I also like Akutagawa-kun."

Rimbaud shrugged his shoulders: "You can send someone to ask Ryunosuke directly, but last time he said that he wanted to enter Tokyo University, I think this kid can give it a try."

Mr. Mori, who also graduated from the School of Medicine of Dongda University, hesitated: "Is that so? If it is also a medical department..."

"No, studying medicine cannot save Yokohama, and you are an example."

Rimbaud, who didn't know that he had vomited a big hole, had a serious face, and Mori Ogai felt a little tightness in his chest: "Forget it, we will talk about it later."

If it weren't for PortMafia, no one in PortMafia could beat her...

Mr. Sen rubbed his aching liver, and said the same thing, if he hadn't really been unable to beat her, he wouldn't have let her go so easily.

Instead of consuming all the affection and completely breaking up, it's better to behave weaker and keep some face between each other.In this way, even if Ms. Rimbaud retires, she is still a cadre of PortMafia, and her name will never disappear in the list of members of the PortMafia organization.

As long as "Drunken Boat" Lantang is still there, she will be a silent deterrent.

Pressing the signed application under the document, Mori Ogai turned to another matter: "Can you give a brief explanation about the whereabouts of MIMIC leader Gide's body?"

Rimbaud raised his hand and unfolded the [color painting collection]. The tall white-haired man stood at the entrance of the subspace palace like a loyal guard: "This guy set the heartbeat to zero as the contact point for the bomb to detonate, if it wasn't for me before I was almost plotted by him with my supernatural ability on all the time, and after the explosion, I read him as a supernatural life form in a fit of anger..."

"But we need to report Gide's death to the government."

Mr. Sen couldn't be more innocent, he hid his small eyes that wanted to see the show: "This Mr. Gide, can he move freely like ordinary people?"

Rimbaud pretended not to see the leader's hand ready to make a phone call, hiding the pale golden palace and leaving only the supernatural life body: "Go lie down on the ground and pretend to be dead!"

Mori Ogai: "..."

Do you look down on the IQ of the Chief of the Supernatural Secret Service, or do you think I'm too easy to fool?

However, that supernatural life body really lay down on the ground with a "plop", and it really looked like a corpse... Wait, he was already dead!

Senou moved his finger on the table—in a sense, it was a reassuring thing for him that Lamborcan retreated to the second line.Otherwise, relying on her strength to assassinate herself without anyone noticing and then read the corpse, PortMafia and even the whole of Yokohama will be in her pocket.

He raised an indescribable smile and clapped his hands: "That's all right, we can also do business with the employer."

The guards outside came in and took a few so-called "corpse photos" at different angles, which were attached to the report and were enough to stop the fire.

What?You said you want to see the corpse?Didn't you see it, what else is it called!We at PortMafia are not a do-it-yourself house on the street and carefully flattering customers.

This is the last job that Rimbaud needs to hand over. From then on, she is just an ordinary member under the name of PortMafia, but no one can call it except the leader... Originally, she would not obey any orders from other than the leader, so Thinking about it, nothing has changed?

Lan Bo tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Oh, I didn't expect that other people's jobs would go up and down, and I just went down the other way. Forget it, for the sake of pension..."

Mori Ogai also tilted his head and smiled: "It's nice of you to be like this."

This kind of ease is simply inversely proportional to the combat power of a person with supernatural powers. I don't know if she is honest or shrewd. Maybe this is the legendary "great wisdom is like a fool".

"what?"

Her expression looked so ignorant that she was very deceitful, and Mr. Sen held back the desire to die: "Since the procedures are completed, I won't keep you any longer. But... if you bring Alice to visit, Rimbaud Miss shouldn't reject us, right? That child really likes you."

Even if they knew that Alice was equal to Mori Ogai himself, no one would admit their relationship when looking at those big flexible eyes, and of course Rimbaud was the same.She nodded in agreement, then saluted with the former's smile and exited the chief's office.

From now on, if it is not necessary, she will never step here again.

After leaving the building, Rimbaud turned on his mobile phone and called his eldest son who had not yet returned:

"Hello? Chuya? Well, it's me."

"Are you having fun? Ah, that's good. I have some good news for you~"

"I retired!"

"Wait for you to support me in the future. Also, we have to move again. Remember to tell me to pick you up when you come back. That's it."

Satisfied, she hung up the phone, and the cool breeze of the late summer night straightened her long hair.

Rimbaud smiled and took off his overly heavy coat and put it on his hands. After walking about 100 meters, a samurai man in a kimono with a sword hanging from his waist came out of a small road beside the main road.He looked middle-aged, his silver-white hair dyed in various shades of too-bright neon.

Mr. Fukuzawa stood at an unnoticed small intersection and slowed down his expression, watching his lover walk towards him briskly.

"You're back?"

"Yes, I'm back."