I'm such a big son

Ten minutes later, the dirty child came back, Rimbaud raised his hand and threw him a package: "Say."

"The person you want, someone saw him at the crepe shop on the back of the square 10 minutes ago, and it is estimated that 15 minutes have passed by now!"

As expected, Rimbaud paid the rest of the "entrustment money". She raised her chin to signal him to take the package away: "The ones found in the trash can belong to you. It's a bonus. I will ask you for business in the future."

The child tore open the package and took a look. It was full of old clothes that others threw in the clothing donation box but he couldn't get them.He hurriedly picked him up, bowed and fled into the depths of the alley. Rimbaud, who had spent half an hour digging around for garbage, walked in the direction he said.

——The back of the square is indeed beyond the range that Akiko Yosano expected to "walk for 10 minutes and take a break", and it is not conspicuous.

She walked out of the alley, and a green scarf with a circle pattern fell from the sky, and her neck and ears were instantly warmed. Rimbaud raised his head and looked back. Mr. Fukuzawa was frowning and seemed to be thinking about how to fix the scarf.

"It's still warm?"

She touched the scarf, which she had felt comfortable for a long time and was very eye-catching. Mr. Warrior's voice didn't change at all: "It's a gift that Ranbu bought for me. You need it more than I do now."

"Thank you, as a reward, I will go and find your lost little prince."

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't quite understand this metaphor using European allusions, but it didn't prevent him from understanding that this was Rimbaud's praise of his adopted son.The white-haired swordsman glanced at the back of her neck, and tied the scarf into a big knot.

Rimbaud didn't know what he did, he wiped his scarf happily and raised his legs to speed up.Standing behind, Fukuzawa Yukichi felt inexplicably that she was like a black cat wearing a big green bell, and the bell would jump up and down with her steps...

Quickly clearing away the overly cute images in his mind, Mr. Fukuzawa looked left and right to make sure that no one was watching him, and no one found the music in the theater in his mind. Then he let out a sigh of relief and caught up with Rimbaud who had already walked a certain distance.

Soon they walked to the back of the square one after the other. Rimbaud was not familiar with the crepe stand, but Rimbaud knew the owner... The owner of the crepe shop with a bald head happened to be a low-level member of PortMafia.

How low is it?It was probably a temporary worker in PortMafia. If she hadn't had to pay these people in the logistics, I really didn't know that a subordinate who was barely a subordinate came here.

"Yo? That who, you, yes, just you, crepe." She lined up for a while, went to the window and knocked on the glass window, but couldn't remember the name of this person for a while.The boss bent down and looked out, and was startled—this fucking boss caught him deserting, would he have to be shot?

"Lan Lanlan, Mr. Lantang?"

The boss has a miserable expression, his facial features are crowded together, and with that bald head, he looks like a stuffed bun.Rimbaud held up the photo of Edogawa Ranpo, followed his words and said, "It's Lan Tang, not Lan Lan Tang. Have you seen this person?"

It turned out that he didn't come out to catch himself... The crepe boss nodded and bowed and hurriedly answered the boss's question: "I see, Mr. Lantang, he bought two crepes and two ice cream cones from me 10 minutes ago, and then sent them to me. Go over there."

After finishing speaking, the boss quickly spread out two pieces of cake crust, piled up ice cream and fruit pieces in a hurry, sprinkled nuts and rolled it out: "You please! Please be sure to appreciate it!"

"Thanks."

Rimbaud took the crepe, stuffed one for Mr. Fukuzawa, and turned away from the window.She took two steps before looking down at the things in her hands. The white ice cream was dotted with colorful diced fruits and nuts. At first glance, it was a cold drink favored by little girls. I always felt a bit uncomfortable when I walked around the street with it. It's kind of weird.

Fukuzawa Yukichi felt the same way as she did.Mr. Samurai held the crepe like something dangerous, as if it was going to explode in the next second.

"It's so cold, I can't eat this." Rimbaud also stuffed the crepe in his hand to Mr. Fukuzawa. The poor man now has to hold two cute and oversized cold drinks, looking silly .

Fukuzawa Yukichi walked past her, Rimbaud raised his foot to catch up, and continued walking in the direction pointed by the boss for about 15 minutes. They found the sullen detective on a secluded roadside flower bed.

"Ranbu, why are you sitting here?"

Mr. Fukuzawa did not use interrogative sentences, and presumably he did not intend to get any answer from his adopted son.Edogawa shrank back and forth on the edge of the flower bed without making a sound. Rimbaud snorted, "Two ice cream cones, two crepes, and it's still snowing today. Young man, what are you filling your stomach with?" What? Who gave you the confidence to challenge the limits of life in this weather?"

Therefore, he had acute stomach cramps after eating too much cold drink.The pain must be very painful, that's why Luanbu curled up on this small road silently.

Fukuzawa Yukichi didn't say anything to reproach him, and handed the crepe to Rimbaud, stepped forward and squatted in front of the young man: "Yo Xie Ye will be there soon, I will carry you out first."

Edogawa Ranpo immediately moaned loudly, complaining to him like a child, and hummed for five or six minutes before slowly moving over and lying on Mr. Fukuzawa's back, who immediately stood up and walked back.

When they rushed over, they had already greeted Yosano and Kunikida, and when they got near the square, they saw these two people looking around.Yosano happened to see Fukuzawa Yukichi who was carrying a chaotic step on his back, and hurried forward to help.

"I eat too many cold drinks and my stomach hurts."

Rimbaud simply explained that since the person has been found, she doesn't need to continue to get involved in the follow-up matters. After all, she is also a dignified PortMafia cadre, so people can see what it is like to do good deeds in the street!

"I'm back at the port, see you later!"

Miss Rimbaud, who was afraid of encountering any acquaintances again, ran away without giving Mr. Fukuzawa a chance to speak, like a cat that broke its rope and ran away with a bell.

The honest samurai swallowed the word "scarf" silently, and pumped up the famous detective who was so angry that he was shaking his fist.

"Damn it! She stole the scarf! Call the police, Kunikida, and ask the police to arrest her!"

"Mr. Ranpo...don't move around, it will make the symptoms worse..."

Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses, he had no choice but to coax him first, and Mr. Ranpo probably forgot about it when he returned to the detective agency.

——What did the police say? PortMafia cadre Lan Tang snatched an old scarf?

Don't be kidding, if they dare to call the police, the police may not dare to answer them!

All the way back to the office, Rimbaud looked down at the slightly deformed crepes in his hand, and distributed them to Ango Sakaguchi, who was still buried in the documents, and Sakunosuke Oda, who was in charge of moving them, without any guilt. She found that Mr. Fukuzawa's scarf was brought back with her.Miss Rimbaud raised her eyebrows and glanced at the ridiculously patterned textile, and quickly tucked it into a subspace to change the subject:

"I met a member who was doing a side job outside. It's kind of like that. Here you go, get off work after eating, just leave the work there, I can't run away."

pat!

The pen in the other hand of Ango Sakaguchi fell on the table, and the young man who was ready to stay up all night was in a trance, as if he heard something terrible: "Get off work?"

"Yes, if your residence is too far from the port, I will allow you to walk half an hour earlier every day."

Rimbaud said that he was a reasonable person. He pulled out the chair, sat in and reached into the table for a long time. During this period, he bent down and lowered his head, looked and searched, and finally found the fountain pen that he had stuffed in.

She pulled off the pen cap and flicked it, flipped through the documents in front of her and started to work—has she really been serious and dedicated?

Ms. Rimbaud opened the document for 5 minutes without moving it, and then Ango Sakaguchi realized what he said just now.

What kind of conscientious work is this? Not only can you leave work on time, but the boss even offered to allow his subordinates to leave early?Just because you live far from the port?

etc!How did Lan Tang know that he lived far away?

Rimbaud signed his name at the end of the document without even raising his head, and opened the next one while looking at it, saying: "If I were you, I would never live too close to the port, which is not conducive to taking the opportunity to pass on information .”

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Ango Sakaguchi's forehead in an instant, and he was stuck in the next second... Wait, it seems that his identity as an undercover agent has been exposed as soon as he meets him?

Uh... this... is a bit... embarrassing...

How did the leadership team of this PortMafia do it? Can it still have a bit of a villain temperament?Can it still make people feel a sense of accomplishment of "eliminating violence and safety"!

Mr. Sakaguchi was holding the crepe, so he didn't dare to vomit, so he could only turn his grief and anger into appetite and took a bite.Miss Lan Bo signed another document, and when she turned to the third document, someone knocked on the door of the office again: "Mr. Lan Tang...that...someone sent something, please sign for it?"

Upon hearing this, Rimbaud threw away his pen and frowned and looked at the guard who only poked his head to look in: "Have you figured out where you are working? All unencrypted mail packages will go through the intelligence team first and then go directly to the guard." Hand it over to someone, and you ran over to ask me to sign for it?"

"No, that, Lord Hongye specially ordered me to come over to inform you that the BOSS is also here."

The guard was shaking so much that his hair was about to come loose, and Rimbaud gave a "tsk": "Got it, where is it?"

The poor guard let out a suspicious sob: "It's too much in the lobby on the first floor, please..."

Lan Tang, who has no idea what's wrong with this guy, throws away the signature pen, puts on earmuffs, picks up his coat and walks towards the door: "Get off work directly, you can figure it out yourself!"

She played with the key in her hand and went down to the lobby on the first floor, facing Miss Hongye with twitching corners of her mouth, and Mr. Chief with a very strange expression.

"Ok?"

A question mark slowly appeared on Lanbo's head, and Miss Hongye stepped aside: "I don't know who sent it, it almost filled the entire hall outside, and your name is written on the card." She handed over a cut-out A very girlish pink card, with Rimbaud's name wildly written on it, the low-end signature made Rimbaud frown.

"trouble……"