I'm such a big son

The night was getting darker, and before Fukuzawa Yukichi was done waking Rimbaud up, the cell phone in her pocket rang.The long-haired woman was woken up, rubbed her eyes in a daze, took out her mobile phone with one hand to answer the call, and blurted out a series of French.The person on the other side of the phone also answered in French, and after talking for a few words, she nodded, probably because her waking language mode was automatically adjusted to a public channel that Mr. Fukuzawa could understand: "Okay, I see, you I don’t feel comfortable commenting on my work, as long as I think it’s fine. By the way, if you pass through Italy, remember to say hello to Reborn for me, and be careful on the road.”

The person on the phone seemed to say a few more words, and then handed over the conversation to another person. Rimbaud's attitude changed again: "Ah~Mr. Sen, am I now? Of course I'm by my lover's side! Where can it be... eh? You mean the police station? What happened in the afternoon? The news is really well-informed..."

"It's just a little thief, it's not worth wasting time, thank you for your concern, goodbye."

Hanging up the call and stuffing the phone into her pocket, she looked at the remaining documents in Fukuzawa Yukichi's hand: "Not finished yet? Come on, let me see if there are any movies worth watching recently, wait for your busy Shall we go to the movies together?"

Mr. Fukuzawa forced himself not to recall what happened at the end of watching a movie together last time. He looked at the file and nodded, and Rimbaud stood up: "I'm going out for a walk, so I won't bother you. Just in the detective agency. leave."

"okay."

Immediately afterwards, she pushed the almost untouched tea biscuit in front of him: "Eat a little pad."

The door of the office closed behind her, he looked back at the door panel, and continued to look down at the materials carefully.

Probably after a while, the call from my old friend Tan Tian Shantouhuo will come...

Rimbaud walked out of the president's office and took a look at the office area of ​​the detective agency. Next to the windows that would be sunny during the day was the staff office area. The location of the gate of the detective agency is divided into a small reception room with stained glass and sofas for receiving customers who come to communicate with each other.

There is still no one in the position of a member, but there are still a few clerks who are burning the night.Haruno Qiluozi frowned and stared at a document in foreign language and was on the phone. It seemed that she had received a temporary security case from a foreign company, but the staff who could act as a translator had already left work. She was trying to find a way to communicate and see if he could come over temporarily. .

If others are not off work, they can stay and continue to work overtime, but it is a bit inappropriate to call employees who have already arrived home to have dinner with their families to go back to the office to work.

Rimbaud found Sakunosuke Oda's desk and sat down to flip through his phone. After a while, Ms. Haruno sighed and put down the phone—it can't be helped. very normal thing.

"What file?" Rimbaud put the phone on Oda Sakunosuke's desk with a "snap", walked up to Haruno Kirakako, took the file in her hand, looked down and ordered: "Turn on your computer, pay attention Record."

Then, while the clerks looked up dumbfounded, the English letter was read from the front to the back directly into the Japanese translation, without even a "um" in the whole process.

"Okay, you don't need to take this case. It will definitely fall to the firm controlled by PortMafia in the end. I know this businessman. He was the head of the "Nanmu Transportation" stationed abroad in the early years. You must have brought some bargaining chips when you came back. It’s not worth taking risks for this kind of person, and this entrustment is probably just to cheat a reply letter as a basis for bargaining with others.”

Rimbaud put the documents in his hand in front of Miss Haruno and asked calmly, "Is there anything else I need help with?"

"No, no. Thank you!"

She bowed to express her thanks, Rimbaud nodded and walked back to Oda Sakunosuke's desk to sit down and continue to check the phone.

Is even PortMafia demanding so much from its employees these days?Not only are you skilled and good-looking, but you also need to be proficient in foreign languages... This question is beyond the outline, coach!

Ms. Haruno was apprehensive, and it took a while to get back to work and get busy.

Fortunately, most of today's commissions were related to security and security, and they were finally completed before eight o'clock, and Rimbaud had also selected the movie he wanted to watch.Recently, antiquity and two-dimensional sentimental films have taken up a large proportion.She didn't quite understand the overly traditional Japanese aesthetics, so she decided to choose a remake of a classic anime—the feeling is the feeling, anyway, she hasn't seen the original film.

After confirming that all the employees had left safely, Fukuzawa Yukichi stood up and walked towards her lover with a little apology. She sat with her back to herself and bowed her head next to the staff office, not knowing what she was doing.

He walked over gently, and before he could say a word of apology, she turned around with her phone and shook it like a little girl: "How about going to see this movie? The last time I walked into a movie theater was more than ten years ago." gone."

That was really a distant memory.

Mr. Fukuzawa walked forward without saying anything. After walking a few steps, he realized that she hadn't followed and turned around to look back: "Didn't you want to watch a movie? Let's go."

"Hey hey hey."

Rimbaud approached him happily, looked down at the saber he had been hanging around his waist all year round, and walked decisively to the other side to take the man's free arm: "I won't be jealous of your little wife!"

"Don't talk nonsense."

The door lock made a crisp "click" sound, and two figures walked out of the red brick building leaning on each other.

……

"Hello, "X and X Xun's Hidden God", two copies."

It was Rimbaud who lined up to buy tickets.

As soon as Mr. Fukuzawa entered the cinema, some young girls left with their so-called "lovers" with their heads down. "Pocket money" who?

Don't affect yourself at that time. When the police come to explain the situation, there is no way to explain it to your family.

I don't know what a devastating blow he has caused to the young girls' support and communication career. Mr. Fukuzawa feels that there are fewer people in the movie theater than the survey data gives. Could it be that there is a problem with the report?

"Hello, you want two tickets."

The ticket seller looked up, and there was a mature, beautiful and sexy big sister standing in front of him. Before she could blush, she paid the ticket and turned around to leave. When she turned around, she took a second look at herself.

Just at this glance, he felt that he probably wouldn't be able to sleep that night after returning home from get off work.

Rimbaud lowered his head to see the code and seat number of the projection room. He claimed the boyfriend of "All the evils are back" in front of the claw machine, and dragged him all the way in to find a seat to sit down.

This film has passed its hit season and is about to be released, and there are only a few audiences sitting in the corners of the screening hall.Fukuzawa Yukichi sat down with Rimbaud, and then turned the saber across his knees to avoid bumping. The light gradually dimmed, and only the screen was lit.

The movie begins.

Rimbaud watched the reset of old anime movies for all ages. Rimbaud watched with relish and did not continue to catch up on sleep. He lowered his head and rubbed his eyes when he saw half of it. It's like listening to a work report...

“Music is great!”

After the screening, the two walked out of the cinema and took a walk along the road. Rimbaud, who watched a lively scene, said that the color of the film was beautiful, the soundtrack was very good, and the story was complete.

As for the sigh of sorrow and the faint sadness of one period and one period... I'm sorry I didn't understand it very well.

There were no pedestrians on the street anymore, Fukuzawa Yukichi pursed his lips and smiled and looked down at her: "Just as long as you like it."

The two went for a walk to the garden in the middle of the street, when a black car drove out from the narrow alley and stopped them.

Lan Bo glanced at the car window: "It's your old acquaintance, do you need me to stay here?"

Taneda Shantou, the chief of the Esoteric Secret Service, never expected that they were still stuck together at this point, and suddenly felt that his head was a little bright tonight.

Rimbaud's old acquaintance Ango Sakaguchi drove the car, and two young bodyguards sat next to the co-pilot and Taneda.

Fukuzawa Yukichi glanced at the car driving in front of him, pulled Rimbaud behind him with his left hand, and stroked the head of the knife with his right hand... After all, it was too shameful for him to touch the knife.

The door of the car was opened, and Gengtian Shantouhuo fanned the small fan "hahahahaha" and got out of the car with a smile and pointed to Mr. Fukuzawa: "You guy, you don't tell the old guys when good things are about to happen. So this is Mrs. Sister-in-law? "

"Ha ha."

Rimbaud snorted coldly, and smiled slyly with his bald head: "Ah~Mr. Lantang, ah no~Miss Rimbaud, sorry for your disrespect."

"It doesn't seem to be a big deal, I'll go first."

She turned around and left without paying attention to the government officials.

Fukuzawa Yukichi watched her leave, and then turned to his old friend: "What about this afternoon?"

"That's right, I almost fell under the table in fright when I submitted the information. What's going on?"

In fact, Zhongtian would like to ask why you were soaked in the bowl by Rimbaud, how long have you been together, can you try to trick someone into the supernatural secret service department and piss Mori Ogai to death...

But he still has face, dare not say that, but a smart person can understand.

You agreed to be single, but you secretly held hands.

It's too inauthentic, what about the brotherhood back then?

Mr. Fukuzawa only felt that the base of his ear was hot.

"She doesn't like to fight with others. She has a peaceful temperament, profound knowledge, and rich experience. She has voluntarily retired from PortMafia, and now she is only recuperating at home."

Although it was a bit embarrassing, what should be said had to be said—Ran Bo could not have turned his back on PortMafia to be hired by the Supernatural Secret Service. She was such a benevolent person, and it would be a humiliation for her to really ask such a thing face to face.

Gengtian Shantouhuo: I suspect that you are cheating on me, and you have evidence.

Don't like fighting with people?Peaceful?

Who are you talking about?

You look at my bald head and say it again?

"How can you guarantee that Lantang will not come back?"

It is about the safety of Yokohama, even old friends for many years have to press every step of the way.

The atmosphere suddenly became dignified and dangerous. Not to mention the two bodyguards with their long knives out of their sheaths and their muzzles raised, Ango Sakaguchi in the driver's seat couldn't help but sweat.

Unexpectedly, Fukuzawa Yukichi could have such a murderous aura around him. It seemed that he was serious about Miss Rimbaud.

How should I put it...how did he not see it when he was still working overtime in PortMafia's logistics team?Or is it that the president of the Armed Detective Agency finally greened the port chief Mori Ogai?

You two, who killed who?

The little investigator only felt that his whole mind was muddled and confused. Could it be that he had hallucinations after working too much overtime?

Ango Sakaguchi's self-deception didn't last long, and Mr. Fukuzawa shattered his illusion.

"I pledge my life and the glory of the warrior, Lantang, the cadre of PortMafia, no longer exists."

The silence lasted for 10 minutes, and his voice was deep and firm: "Rimbaud is not a murderer."