I'm such a big son

Taneda Santou stared at him for a longer time, and finally collapsed his shoulders like discouraged: "You are serious! She is a cadre of PortMafia. Even if she is retiring now, it is not necessary to go out when something happens when Mori Ogai gives an order. Move out. You... in case she takes a stand against the detective agency, what should you do at that time, if you accidentally ruin half your life, you have to think carefully about it."

The words are not pleasant, but the worries inside and outside are not fake.

Facing the worries of his old friend, Fukuzawa Yukichi was not angry, but comforted him: "Thank you, but I believe she will not let me worry about it."

The bald man who was stuffed with dog food just wanted to open his mouth, only to hear the old friend continue: "If I am really hostile to you, even I can't stop the attack of 'Drunk Boat'. However, she just spoke straight, Didn't do anything, did it?"

Well, I have to thank others for looking down on me as a co-author, right?

Gengtian Shantouhuo just wanted to write a poem to express the melancholy that he couldn't let go of in his heart, and looked back at Fukuzawa Yu's expression of good and bad luck... Okay, you even put your wealth and life as a guarantee for your wife. What can I say.

It can only be said that it is fortunate that "Silver Wolf" did not follow "Drunk Boat" all the way astray. It is really gratifying, thank God.

The Esoteric Special Affairs Section left as swiftly as when it came. Fukuzawa Yukichi looked up at the gradually chipped moon above his head, sighed and walked slowly back to his home.

Farming can't sit still, can Mori Ogai sit still?A phone call won't resolve any doubts.

In case the leader of PortMafia visits the staff's house...it will only make it difficult for Rimbaud to show up at such a time.

It's better not to go there, just like she deliberately avoided it just now, just because she is afraid of embarrassment for both parties.

He was right, but Mori Ogai didn't go to the employee's house in the middle of the night to make trouble, but paid a respectable door-to-door visit the next morning with gifts.When he rang the doorbell, Rimbaud was still lying in the quilt basking in the sun, and when he heard the noise outside the door, he thought it was another short-sighted thief.

Mr. Sen wore a coat that looked like a dog, and he brought a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine as souvenirs. As soon as the door opened, he saw the cadre lady, who he never missed, wearing baggy pajamas with a face that was still in a spring sleep, squinting her eyes. Dreamily leaning against the door frame and pushing open the door panel—this image is quite...inducing a crime.

Rimbaud: "..."

Damn!What is this guy?

The crime boss in the Yokohama port area tilted his head, his black hair brushed his eyebrows and eyes: "Oh, Miss Rimbaud, retirement seems to be very comfortable."

"Ah, it's you, come in and sit down."

She made way to the bedroom: "You ran out by yourself?"

Ogai Mori put the gift on the coffee table in the living room of Rimbaud's house in a very gentlemanly manner, sat down by himself and took a book from the reading shelf next to him, waiting for the owner to change clothes.

Well, the original Italian version of Machiavelli's "On the Art of War", a good book.

I just can't understand the language.

Mr. Sen, who took German as an elective when he was studying medicine, silently put the book back, and changed to "The Critique of Pure Reason" and read it slowly.

Soon Rimbaud changed into clothes where he could see the guests, came out and sat opposite him, and threw a can of soda over: "Here, you definitely don't drink carbonated drinks, you have to go out to buy coffee when you run out, let's make do .”

He smiled casually: "Thank you." Then he pushed the gift in front of her, and Rimbaud glanced at him: "Petus? Why is it so expensive?"

"Ah, it was given by someone else. I don't like drinking alcohol. You can probably guess it?"

The long-haired woman brushed her hair away from her forehead and moved the wine bottle to the side. She folded a pink vine rose from the bouquet and placed it next to the wine bottle to admire it for a while: "If it happened yesterday, you really worry too much." Yes. A petty thief thought I was a young widow who came to take advantage of me, was frightened by Fuze, and saw the police talking nonsense..."

She laughed out loud with a "puchi" and said, "It's so funny."

"I didn't expect that I got into the police neither because of my previous convictions nor because of my mistakes... This kind of thing can probably be used as a joke for several years."

Mori Ogai also laughed: "Do you need to take care of it? There are also many members who accidentally went to prison. Many family members have been taken care of by you. I think they are willing to help."

"Forget it, that kind of bastard only dares to bully timid and docile housewives. If you change to a more pungent stick and beat them out, you have no plans or courage. If you don't have to confess, there will be no good results."

Rimbaud opened a can of Coke and took a sip: "However, the relationship between me and Fuze must not be concealed from the authorities. Pfft, the hard-working boss will be teased when he goes out."

There was a bit of tension between the two when they said goodbye at the PortMafia building, but now they can sit down calmly and complain like old friends. Mori Ogai smiled and shook his head: "Miss Rimbaud is what she says. Yesterday, please Mr. Zhongye went to Europe on a business trip, I feel a little sorry, I came to see you today... Even if I, the leader, care about the family members of the cadres?"

Rimbaud smiled at him and expressed his acceptance of this concern: "A cadre? You are only eighteen in the middle school, and you are not yet an adult. It is really early."

"Oh, he's a good boy, and a good character."

He lowered his eyes and restrained his expression a bit: "Suddenly I regret it."

"Ok?"

Rimbaud glanced at him while drinking Coke, and Mori Ogai slowed down his smile again: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly figured out something recently, and I'm a little unhappy."

Rimbaud almost spit out the Coke - Mori Ogai said he was unhappy?Is there an earthquake in Yokohama?

Her reaction amused the black-haired man, and there were soft ripples in her purple eyes: "It seems that you have lived a good life after retirement. It is really great that you finally lived up to the promise you made when you cooperated."

"oh oh……"

Realizing that his mood was not right and his speech was a bit strange, Rimbaud put down the coke can, stared carefully at Mori Ogai for a few seconds, and hesitated a bit when he spoke: "You...you're okay, I take a rest occasionally, work It’s right there, I’m sure I can’t finish it, and of course I can’t run away. There are so many people on and off PortMafia, what are you doing for nothing?”

If she was still in a cadre position, she would never say it anyway, that is, she dared to speak freely now that she had withdrawn from the matter.

Mr. Sen slumped his shoulders without the image of a leader: "I want to rest too, but the organization is full of trash except for a few elites, making me feel like I am collecting rags in a small shabby company." Like an uncle... Sometimes I really want to throw anything at hand, but in order to maintain the image of the BOSS, I have to endure it with a smile... Why do I have to protect such a group of hopeless waste, I really hope that all members Like Nakaya-kun, even if you are not very smart, you can have a correct understanding of your abilities... Ah, sorry, I said something wrong..."

The movement of Miss Lan Bo smashing the coke can brought him back to his senses. Thinking that he seemed to have complained about his most proud son in front of his parents, Mr. First felt that he might not be able to please him today.

"Thank you so much for your fair evaluation of Zhongye?"

As soon as she waved her hand, the rotten metal pipe flew out of a beautiful arc and hit the trash can. Mr. Sen shrank his neck: "You're welcome?"

"Let me say, Mr. Mori, you and Dazai must have some unclear blood relationship..."

The power of anger is exactly the same!

Mori Ogai giggled.

It would be great if it was really his own son, even if he died under his calculations, he would be willing, at least he has the confidence that he can inherit the legacy... Unfortunately, it is not.

"Okay, don't worry, I won't accept the government's solicitation. Retirement is retirement, and continuing to work under other people's hands is not retirement, but job hopping."

Of course Rimbaud knew the real purpose of his trip, and he didn't intend to cause trouble for himself.

After all, she doesn’t have any special feelings for Yokohama. Whether this city is good or bad, it’s just a port for her to stop at. If it wasn’t for Chuya, she might have packed up her money and left. The end of the world has gone.

Mori Ogai gave a low laugh, talking to a smart man is really relaxing and pleasant, and then he thought that this smart man was kidnapped by his senior and he didn't even go to work, so he couldn't laugh anymore...

How silly of me, really, to miss things like proximity.

It was probably because the two of them were too smart that they couldn't get together, otherwise things would have changed in that small consulting room.

His chest was a little congested, and he didn't want Rimbaud to see it, so he simply pretended to get the answer he wanted and raised a smile: "I understand, then, Miss Rimbaud has a good rest, and I'll go back to the port. I think the young man over there People have been looking for me anxiously."

Rimbaud stood up with him to see off the guests. At the door, Mr. Sen suddenly came over and turned to look at her: "Can I invite Ms. Rimbaud to the New Year's party? I don't accept the answer of bringing family members or refusing. "

She crossed her arms and looked at him with a free and easy smile: "Of course I have no problem, about that underground gamble... How much did you bet?"

Mori Owai showed a very sinister and cunning expression, raised his finger to make a number, Rimbaud nodded: "Understood, I will wear an evening dress to attend. Actually... I was thinking, Jian Guanyi should also be transferred back from Sicily Over the years, many people in the organization have changed, and few people still remember him. Hongye is not easy. The two clearly have a relationship but they have to part ways. The ancestors have been dead for so long. You're going to get in trouble for that."

"That's a really good idea." Mori Ogai put on his coat and hung up the scarf, turned around and nodded at her: "Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Rimbaud."

He shakes the soda she tossed to him in the first place and puts it in his pocket, turning around so she doesn't see the momentarily dim light in his eyes.

To miss is to miss, but fortunately he and Alice will never leave.

Rimbaud watched his back disappear around the corner, lowered his eyelids and smiled and stopped looking out, turned his back and closed the door.