I'm such a big son

Before Fukuzawa Yukichi could speak, Yin couldn't help but ran up to Rimbaud and spread his hands to show her: "Miss Lanbo, Yin is working hard, are you here to take us home?"

Rimbaud touched the blister on her palm, raised his finger and poked one: "No, I still brought those three vagrants with me, the gate was blown up and it hasn't been repaired yet, after seeing you, I will go to GSS to ask for an account .Damn it, dare to blow up the gate of Lao Tzu's house and kill them!"

The drunk Rimbaud exploded at once, and his usual cold, calm and cold appearance had long since disappeared. She turned around and grabbed Nakahara Nakaya with one hand, put her arm on his shoulder and smiled brightly at Mr. Fukuzawa.

"I'll take this son there, and I can come over to your house for supper later."

"I want to eat the kind of shrimp that is fried very beautifully, the kind that is round and has a tail outside."

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't know whether he should sigh first or stop her first.The drunk doesn't listen to people's reasoning, he can only point to the courtyard and think of an idea: "You don't want to know the level of this child?"

Definitely want to know.

Rimbaud stopped, let go of Chuya, put the hat on his head, and shook the coat to his shoulder with one hand: "Then try..."

Before the words were finished, the figure approached, Yin quickly retreated, and holding the breath, he raised the wooden knife standing in front of the door and slashed horizontally.Rimbaud blocked the back of the knife with one hand, and a white cloth blade suddenly shot out from the diagonal stab. Ryunosuke thought he was also qualified to participate in this test.

It has to be said that in just a few days, Yin has changed quite a lot. It can't be said how strong he has become, but at least he dares to withstand Rimbaud's fighting spirit and rush forward.

Ryunosuke's physical skills were still poor. He didn't know enough about himself, so he didn't come close to find a fight. He stayed far behind and cooperated with his sister to attack.

Rimbaud raised his hand to stop Yin's wooden knife, grabbed the blade with his back and pulled it, Yin almost uncontrollably fell towards her, hugged the girl with one hand, turned her body sideways, jumped up lightly and ran on the wall After a few steps, Rashomon chased after him, and several big holes were poked out in the flat wall.

The long-haired woman threw the coat to Osamu Dazai who was standing by watching the play, and with the other hand free, caught Rashomon who was nailed to the wall and was waiting to retreat.

"The activation of the ability is too slow, and there is no physical support that can make up for the gap. You have to practice it, or find a foolish partner who only fights in close combat."

Rimbaud also pulled Ryunosuke into his arms and hugged him. The pale young man turned red like a tomato in an instant, and seemed about to faint due to lack of oxygen.

“Silver is very good~”

She let go of Ryunosuke and let him fly into the sky. If Oda Sakunosuke hadn't stepped forward to catch him, he might have hit the ground straight.Rimbaud hugged Yin with both hands, held the hollow of his shoulders and made a "raise high" movement, leading the little girl around.The long hair swept out an arc and slid across the tip of other people's noses.

"My little princess... girls, please smile more~"

Very good, it seems that she hasn't sobered up after being active for so long.

Mr. Fukuzawa felt that it was impossible to continue walking today, so he let Rimbaud go out to ask the GSS to collect debts... Tomorrow she will be blacklisted by the government.

"It's late at night, why don't you take these young people and stay here first. Wait until dawn and then act, it's not too short of a few hours."

The steady, mature man let the door open, and the warm orange light inside was very attractive.

"That's right, Miss Rimbaud should rest for a while, Yin will make fried shrimp!"

The youngest daughter's delicate and soft retention, and the delicious temptation in her memory, her brain that has been muddled into a pot of porridge made an easy choice.

"I want to eat two~"

Rimbaud, who was more lively than usual, walked into the house with his arms in his arms. Osamu Dazai, who hid the farthest, covered his chest with one hand and sighed in relief.

As expected of President Fukuzawa Yukichi, he is still reliable at critical moments!

In the current state, Rimbaud can wipe out GSS by himself.Osamu Dazai is completely indifferent to how many people died, and the only thing he finds troublesome is the follow-up.Suddenly there is one less organization, and Yokohama's underground forces will face a new reshuffle. Thinking about the workload makes people desperate...

and many more!

He seems to have "retired", so there is no need to consider the hairline issue for Mori Ogai.Really, I was so dazzled by the charm that Miss Rimbaud unconsciously radiated, I even forgot about it!

I feel sorry for Ling Zai!

Just missed a million!

Rimbaud walked into the gate of Mr. Fukuzawa's house with Silver in his arms, followed by four little tails besides the owner of the house.The only closed door in the room opened a crack, and she caught sight of a pair of emerald green eyes looking out. As soon as her eyes touched the door, it closed quickly, and then there was a "plop" sound of falling into the bedding.

"Ah~ That's the child of Mr. Fukuzawa's family... What's the name... Ah! Edogawa Ranpo! Mmm, I remember..."

Rimbaud walked into the kitchen of the master's house familiarly, opened the refrigerator door accurately and dodged a lot of snacks and reached in - there was only a bento box in a certain space, and there was nothing she wanted to take.

"Huh? Fukuzawa, where is the very sweet rice water sent by someone from your family?"

What she wants to talk about is rice wine, because the alcohol content is too low, in the eyes of this F countryman, it is basically sugar water.In the original world, Mr. Fukuzawa once gave her some.

No one in the room could understand what she was talking about. Mr. Fukuzawa came over and bent down to look at the refrigerator—ranbo snacks, chaos snacks, chaos soda, and chaos stuffed in random Lunch Box.The fresh vegetables sent by the housekeeping were pitifully crowded in a small corner, and no one cared about them.

Yin Xiaobu ran up, bent over Fukuzawa Yukichi, and dragged Rimbaud to the bedroom: "You rest first, the fried shrimp will be ready soon!"

The remaining four boys all went to Ryunosuke's room, and the small apartment was so crowded that they couldn't move their feet.

Rimbaud's patience with Yin was beyond everyone's expectations. He let her drag him into the room, and was pushed by the little girl to rest on the bed.

She suddenly became quiet and docile, and the other teenagers who had only seen her berserk were frightened and couldn't feel at ease... What if this was accumulating strength to hold back some big moves?Will the entire city of Yokohama be leveled out later?

"Are you going to guard her?"

"You go!"

"No, you should go!"

Oda Sakunosuke felt that he would be an adult soon, and it would be inappropriate to be in the same room with a drunk older lady. The youngest Akutagawa Ryunosuke was still in a daze, so he could only pin his hopes on on the other two.

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes and stretched out his right hand: "Guessing the fist, one hand will determine the outcome, I am willing to bet and admit defeat!"

Whoever goes in is ready to be beaten as a sandbag, anyway, he won't go.

Nakahara Zhongya, who didn't know where he was, really stretched out his right hand, gestured with scissors habitually, and lost the competition without a doubt.

"Yeah~ woo woo woo~ Come on, little dwarf, it's up to you~"

The black-haired boy looked smug, but the orange-haired one seemed to want to chop off his hand.

It's not that he doesn't want to take care of Rimbaud, it's just that the boy with the unlucky face just takes pleasure in other's misfortune.

Osamu Dazai put his arms behind his head and took two steps, with a mean smile on his face: "Without you, the whole room is clean. I'm going to write a letter to my family to report that I'm safe. What about you?"

Of course he has nothing to wait to take over Ping Xin's family, saying that just to irritate the slugs.

Isn't Miss Rimbaud's task as a former supernatural spy to catch slugs?

Now, what will she choose?

The same "Rimbaud" will not change her desire to pursue "a power that surpasses human intelligence and burns everything". Now that the answer is easily presented to her, what will she do?

Osamu Dazai wanted to know more, whether fate...can deviate from the established text.

As if this was the last test, a desperate and malicious test, and it was also the hand he stretched out before being completely swallowed by despair.

Miss Rimbaud, may I please...

help me!

"Damn it! Bastard! You Baga with the expression of a mackerel!"

Nakahara Nakaya cursed in a low voice while opening the door and went out. Yin was still busy in the kitchen, and Mr. Fukuzawa was sitting on the sofa in the living room thinking about something. When he came out, he nodded with a straight face and continued. Be in a contemplative motion.

The orange-haired boy walked to the door of the next room and knocked, but there was no sound, so he turned into the kitchen, got a glass of water, opened the door and walked in. Rimbaud sat by the window with his pillow in his arms and bowed his head in silence.

Her long hair hung down to cover her expression, and it seemed that an invisible storm was brewing in her calm.

"How are you? Headache? Would you like some water?"

He walked up to her with the cup and handed it over to her. Rambo took the cup without raising his head and drank it in one gulp.

"Chung Ye?"

"Well, it's me. Well, I'm coming to see you. It's not that the others don't want to come, I'm afraid you will find it too noisy."

He added a sentence bluntly, but his tone was hard, but he couldn't hide the worry that was about to overflow.

"It's Chuya... I'm sorry..."

The slender fingers passed through his orange hair, smoothed it twice gently, and then rubbed it vigorously, mixing the smell of wine and tobacco.The boy's ears were a little hot, he turned his head and was about to say something, but the warm embrace made him widen his eyes.

"What, what! You're still sticky at an age, you don't even know how to be ashamed!"

The boy struggled, Rimbaud put his head on his shoulder, and laughed suddenly: "I'm sorry, but you are so energetic... It seems that although your actions were wrong, they brought the best results."

At this moment, Miss Killer's body was filled with the warmth of ordinary people, and she didn't look cold at all.She hugged the boy in her arms and let him go, ruffling the orange hair on his head viciously: "No matter what, you are my glory."

"...I got it, I got it! Old woman, I really can't do anything about you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't know what the capitalized "helplessness" was fully interpreted by his expression at this time, so he blushed and lowered his head to let the woman rub his hair.

"Who told me to be a filial son, so what, when I grow up to support you, I will grow taller soon, really!"

Rimbaud laughed, his brows and eyes were soft, and his water was rippling: "Okay, I will support me when you grow up. When the time comes, I will raise a cat at home, and I will hug the cat and bask in the sun and sleep late."

It's really an exciting picture.