I'm such a big son

Two months later, the black cat "Adrian" became an official member of the Rimbaud family.Although it still walks around Mr. Swordsman who visits its master from time to time, its courage is still affirmed by other family members.If it weren't for being too dark, maybe it would be more favored.

Rimbaud kept pets quite casually, and found that Adrian would know that even if he went out to wander, he simply dug a passage for it on the gate when he came back. He was not worried at all whether the cats would fight or go to the cats at night. girlfriend.

In fact, there is no difference between the two, they were beaten back by other animals with injuries all over their bodies, anyway, the medicine box at home is not used by anyone, so let it be used so as not to waste it.

Only when she felt that her hands were a little cold, would she turn the cat out from all corners and hug it. After a long time, the black cat would give up the plan of running away when it saw Rimbaud appearing—it couldn’t run away at all, and it would be found wherever it hid. Then he was imprisoned in a light golden transparent cage for no reason...

It doesn't matter who you change.

"Why are you staring?"

Rimbaud poured cat food on it, and Adrian buried his face in the cat food bowl and ate it all, cursing and grudgingly forgiving the shit shovel officer's "offending" behavior when he was full.She didn't care so much, she stuffed her hand under the cat's belly, leaned on the sofa and closed her eyes to rest.

Ms. Lanbo, who doesn't need to clock in every day to go to work, finds that there is suddenly a lot of free time in her life with nothing to do. Apart from watering and wiping the leaves of her precious potted plants, she has nothing to do to the point of feeling bored.

So, she decided to go out for a walk.

Of course, the seaside and the port are places that I will not go to casually, so as not to stimulate Mr. Mori's fragile nerves.

Rimbaud stuffed the cat into the pet box and carried it away. When he walked to the entrance, he thought about it and left a note explaining where he was going.

The kids are getting older and spending less and less time at home.Zhong Ye worked so hard every day that he ran around the school's PortMafia building and never left work until dark. He didn't learn the essence of Miss Rimbaud's skipping work at all.Dazai is just like Adrian, except that he doesn’t see people during the day and cats at night. Ryunosuke is going to be admitted to Tokyo University or become the next reliable man in his family. Aton and Yin are spending more and more time at school.

The house suddenly became quiet, and I was really a little uncomfortable.

She walked with the suitcase for an hour, and came to the downstairs of a five-story building with a red brick exterior wall with a sense of age.A very authentic coffee shop is located on the first floor of this building. The comfortable environment and mellow aroma always make regular customers linger.

"Yo, Oda, are you writing a novel again?"

No need to order, Miss Lanbo put down the pet box she was carrying and raised her hand to tap on the table. The red-haired young man with a Buddhist face smiled honestly: "Miss Lanbo, good morning."

The former boss took good care of him, and he didn't realize how much favor he had received until he met Mr. Gide when he was tested for a new job.

Oda Sakunosuke is just honest, not stupid.There is no idiot in the business of being a killer, and all idiots are dead long ago.After discovering that the other party’s abilities are similar to your own, after contacting the incident, you will understand after thinking about it for a while—why Ango disappeared suddenly, why Rimbaud specifically fired him and Dazai, why Dazai paid attention to his adopted children, and why the armed detective The club is willing to conduct an entry test on him in advance.

The meaning of human life is not only to redeem oneself, but also to redeem others, and at the same time to be redeemed by others.

He thought, he probably knew what he wanted to write—the story of a killer, and at the end he had friends and family, and he didn't have to continue to walk alone on the road to take his life.

What a great story.

The black cat Adrian sat in the cage and sniffed the smell of coffee in the air, curled head to tail into a ball of black fur without any interest.It knows that a dangerous Twoleg will appear soon, and if it resists enough, it will probably just touch its ears and give up.

I don't even want that guy to touch my ears, damn it!

——For the sake of cat food and dried fish, hum!

Twenty minutes later, the door of the coffee shop was gently pushed open, and Mr. Swordsman in a kimono haori walked in silently: "Going out to relax?"

Lan Bo took Adrian out of the pet box and showed him: "The cat belongs to you, and you belong to me."

The black cat exuded an unlovable aura, with its ears behind its back, was touched by Mr. Fukuzawa, and its tail impatiently slapped the excrement shoveler. It finally returned to the cage before it couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly stretched out its paws Wipe the fur to try to remove the smell left by people.

"You bastard!"

Rimbaud flicked its nose across the cage, and Adrian got angry, and turned to point his ass at the stupid human being.

For a moment, Mr. Fukuzawa was a little confused as to whether there was an extra humanoid cat sitting in front of him...

"Do you want to go upstairs and sit for a while? The weather will be very cold before it snows, and it may not get warmer until after the snow."

She put on a thick coat again, but it was no longer black to hide her whereabouts and blood, but a camel color that looked warmer.The sunlight through the window sills coated her hair with a layer of light gold, and it was easy for him to forget what he wanted to say.

Perhaps there was no need to say anything at this time.

This corner of the coffee shop fell into silence. Oda Sakunosuke had the inspiration to bow his head and write quickly. Rimbaud lay on his stomach and stretched out a finger to tease Adrian in the cage. Fukuzawa Yukichi put his hand in his sleeve to read She teases the black cat.After watching for a while, he suddenly asked, "Do you have a favorite flavor of New Year wagashi?"

Rimbaud remembered what he said, and answered Adrian while playing "the cat's paw must be on top": "No, it looks lively and beautiful, which is very strange." After all, he is not a native of the island, and the language is easy to learn. But the culture behind this is not something that can be figured out in a few years.

Naturally, Fukuzawa Yukichi will not be entangled in this issue. Since she has no objection, the choice is in his own hands. He thought for a while: "I will visit with Ranpo during the New Year, so please stop bothering me."

There is still half a month before the New Year, and now the agreement is not too abrupt, Rimbaud nodded, and then tapped on the table in front of Oda Sakunosuke: "Bring all your cubs during the New Year, there are so many people. "

The red-haired young man stared at the manuscript paper and nodded silently—the New Year's gathering had a pretty good ending... Then he thought of a very important thing: "Mr. A, the cadre, has an internal private gambling table in PortMafia, do you know?"

Rimbaud had heard about this for a long time, but the specific content of the bet was... too many and she didn't know everything.Seeing her shaking her head, Sakunosuke Oda clenched his fist and coughed unconsciously and went to see Mr. Fukuzawa: "This year's biggest New Year's issue will be answered, that..."

He was a little overwhelmed, Rimbaud raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Could it be related to me?"

If it doesn't matter, he must not have reacted like this.

"The bet is about Mr. Lantang's gender, ahem."

It is indeed a bit embarrassing to say such a thing to the person involved, but what Rimbaud cares about is another thing: "Who is the banker? What are the odds?"

Ask the dealer when she plans to get a beating, ask the odds, it is obvious that she has some terrible plans.Oda Sakunosuke just pretended that he didn't hear the first question, and directly revealed a number that moved Rimbaud very much.

"That's it! Just find someone to place a bet for me, and get pocket money on the opening day!"

She happily patted the table: "I still have to call Jian Guanyi who lives in Italy to thank him. If it wasn't for him, Hongye wouldn't deliberately confuse my gender. Ha!"

The two men sitting here could only respond with helpless wry smiles - she really didn't care about this kind of thing, and she even had a posture of fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

In the end, Rimbaud took the cat and went for a walk with Mr. Fukuzawa, leaving a corner of this sunny and inspirational coffee shop to Oda Sakunosuke.

"It's not very comfortable to be idle?"

Mr. Fukuzawa’s walking path is actually very fixed, and he only goes back and forth on those few secluded paths. First, he has a quiet personality, and second, the remote paths are not easy to encounter inspections, and it saves a lot of explaining the problem of carrying a saber.

Rimbaud always carries a weapon by his side, even if he retires, it will not change.It's an ingrained habit left over from years of dangerous living.

She turned her head to answer his question: "Fortunately, it will be a little lonely when there is no one at home, and everything else is fine." Then she shook the pet box in her hand, which meant that there was a cat at home.

This alley is long and narrow, and sparsely populated. Most of the roads are lined with the gates of residents. At this time, the doors are closed, and even the windows can't wait to be tightly covered.

Mr. Fukuzawa let go of the hand on the saber and took the pet box that Rimbaud had been carrying. He quietly took her hand through the cover of his sleeve and walked slowly, looking straight ahead. The crimson color quietly stained from time to time, I'm afraid I really thought that this person's precise movements were directly copied from somewhere.

"You can go to the detective agency or my house at any time. Every time I return home at night, I look forward to seeing you behind the door, but you are always absent, which makes me very sad."

The plain and simple description seems to be telling someone else's story, but it makes people feel a sense of "loneliness" inexplicably like ink stains left on dim straw paper.

"Maybe you can move here, if Luanbu doesn't mind. I definitely can't move here, because Chuuya must be very mindful."

Rimbaud grabbed him with his backhand, and the distance between the two became closer.It was like light gold and cold silver boats with completely different styles accidentally bumped into each other while meandering through the stream, and then floated downstream next to each other.

The loose sleeves of the kimono made someone deceive themselves into thinking that all actions were covered up, the temperature of the fingers passed through the skin, and the low voice was carried to her ear by the evening wind: "It is not impossible to visit late at night."

Rimbaud raised his eyebrows and turned his face away, pretending that he didn't hear anything, so as not to annoy the honest man by laughing out loud.