Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

This is Palermo, Sicily, Italy.

This is the base of the Mafia Dominique family who abducted Akutagawa.

Hobbs did not go directly into the headquarters, but took the young child to the stronghold of his action unit.

"I will be responsible for arranging your future life, but now..." Hobbs said, looking critically up and down Akutagawa for a while, and finally his eyes stayed on Akutagawa's dirty face, showing disgust, " Please clean yourself up, we are the mafia, not beggars on the street."

An unsmiling maid stood quietly in front of her, holding a new set of clothes in her hands, and took the conversation: "Please follow me, and I will take you to the bathroom, Mr. Xiao."

In Japanese, but not as fluent as Hobbs.

"..." Akutagawa widened his dark eyes like a frightened cat, "Why do you need to take a bath?"

He said bluntly, his tone raised more than a little, and his tone was extremely repulsive, "I don't need it!"

"No, you need it." Hobbs covered his nose slightly, "Please take a sniff of your body, Mr. Little, how long has it been since you took a bath? I'm afraid even the wild cats in the waste street are cleaner than you."

What baths do ghetto kids take!

Isn't it enough to be drenched in heavy rain?

And it's all wet, what good is it?

Akutagawa was full of resistance.

Rashomon, who captured the little master's mood, also came out of his clothes and grinned, firmly protecting the young child.

Hobbs, who was seeing Rashomon for the first time in person, was a little startled for a moment, but he soon realized what this monster with claws and claws was. The board straightened his face:

"Wasting your precious time and your precious ability on this kind of thing is really reckless. Mr. Xiao, please be a little more sensible. I think the children who come out of Waste Street should know how to see the situation clearly."

"You are now inside our family. You can follow the maid to take a bath by yourself, or I will let someone pressure you to wash. In short, you must clean your dirty face. Choose one?"

"..."

Akutagawa and the other party looked at each other for a while, then followed the maid lady with a sullen face.

The maid took the change of clothes and led the person to the bathroom. The bathtub inside was filled with suitable hot water. She put the new clothes on the shelf, bowed her head respectfully, and said in not-so-fluent Japanese:

"Sir, please put the changed clothes in the laundry basket here, and change into these clothes after washing. I will wait for you at the door, and I will take you to your room. For the subsequent arrangements, please wait for Huo Notice from Mr. Booth."

"This bottle of shower gel is used to wash the body, this bottle of shampoo is used to wash the hair, and the clean towel is here. The water temperature of the shower has been adjusted for you. Just turn on this switch and the water will come out. So, may I ask Is there anything else you don't understand?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stared at the boss, and looked at the maid with dark eyes.

After counting down for ten seconds, the maid didn't get a response, so she naturally bowed slightly.

"Since there is no problem, then I will retreat first."

The maid took a few steps back, leaving Akutagawa alone in the bathroom, and closed the door thoughtfully, as if the door of hell was closing, Akutagawa rushed to the door without turning the handle, and froze After a long while, he pursed his lips and walked to the bathtub with difficulty.

Rashomon emerged from Akutagawa's clothes, revealing a small demon-like head with teeth and claws.

Facing his little master, he uttered a worried cry that completely didn't match his ferocious appearance.

"Rashomon, you guard me."

Akutagawa reached out and touched Rashomon's exposed head, slowly took off his clothes, then took the sleeves of the old clothes and tied them around his wrists to ensure that the ability could be activated normally.

Rashomon fabricated a fierce image for himself by following the piece of fabric that was in contact with Akutagawa's skin, with a mouth full of sharp teeth, and he stood by the bathtub in a rather humane manner.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke touched the water with his hand.

Unlike the icy rain in the slums, this is a very comfortable water temperature.

The touch is also quite strange.

He doesn't like bathing.

Because you have to take off your clothes in the shower, if something dangerous happens, it may be too late to activate the supernatural power to protect yourself. For the weak Akutagawa, it is almost a fatal possibility.

Of course, hating water is also a reason. In the slums, the downpour wets oneself, and the frail self often starts to heat up because of this. It has never left a good impression on Akutagawa.

Akutagawa has never washed himself in hot water. Occasionally when he has to wash himself, he always goes to the river by the river and splashes the cold liquid on his face with leaves or hands. This is already the limit of how he can clean himself.

So very strange.

Things like bathtubs and hot water.

The black-haired, black-eyed boy with snow-white temples sat on the edge of the bathtub carefully, and slightly touched the water surface with his feet, causing the water surface to open up circles of ever-spreading ripples. Make trouble, I don't want to go down anyway.

Akutagawa finally decided to give up after the psychological struggle. He decided to let Rashomon splash some water on his body and wipe it casually. It just slipped, and the whole person fell into the water involuntarily.

The black-haired child's eyes widened, like a cat caught off guard by falling into the water, he jumped up in a panic, the whole person splashed in the water several times, Rashomon who was startled was more panicked than Akutagawa, it Anxiously parting out the fabric to pull its little owner, the child who was pulled up by the fabric on the wrist firmly grasped the edge of the bathtub with a face full of shock.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke who fell into the water got up from the bathtub without saying a word, his whole body was wet, and his hair was sticking to his face. He stumbled and ran to get the new clothes. Loosening the cloth that was originally tied around the wrist, Rashomon's supernatural power was directly transferred to the new clothes that were in contact with Akutagawa's body.

I didn't wipe my hair, and it was still dripping water, and I didn't wipe my body, which wet the white shirt and black pants I just put on.

"I'm done washing!"

He went to open the door, only to find that it was locked. The seven-year-old child's pupils shrank tightly, and he kept pawing at the door.

"Open the door!"

"Sir, it's only been one minute and three seconds since you went in." The calm voice of the maid standing at the door came in, "As far as I know, this time should not be enough for you to wash your body and hair properly."

"I, wash, finished, done!!"

Akutagawa said in a suppressed tone, after realizing that the other party didn't open the door anyway, the tumbling cloth blade directly cut the door into pieces.

……

After tossing around for a long time, when Hobbs saw Ryunosuke Akutagawa again, the other party finally cleaned himself up—at least his smooth black hair was dry, and his clothes were dry, other than that Could not ask for more.

Body wash and shampoo?The kind of thing that will only delay the bath time will not be touched.

Hobbs, who had learned about the situation from the maid a long time ago, raised his eyebrows with a headache. He stood in front of Ryunosuke Akutagawa, looked up and down for a while, "Forget it, it is considered qualified to clean up to this level. .”

At least wash your face clean, you don't smell on your body, your clothes are neat and tidy, and when you don't speak, it's extremely deceptive.

"Then come with me."

"What are you going to do?" Akutagawa, who had just crawled out of the bathroom hell, had to be vigilant.

"I have reported to the BOSS. From now on, you will belong to the action force and become my subordinate, and I will be responsible for teaching you Italian and arranging future missions."

Hobbs said succinctly: "Now I will take you to get your Italian textbook. I only give you one month of study time to master the most basic language communication skills. After one month, you will follow me to carry out the assassination mission."

"During this period, I will also teach you all kinds of etiquette, including assassination techniques. You must learn these things carefully. After all, Italy is a country with serious racial discrimination."

"As an Asian, you are easily discriminated against and provoked. Before you are strong enough to shock everyone, if you can't even master the language and etiquette, the road ahead will be quite difficult. To be honest, it is enough to surprise me that you have been able to survive in the deserted street for so long without knowing the language."

"Of course, looking at it from another angle, it can also show how powerful you are."

Akutagawa listened quietly, and only then did he vaguely understand why the frequency of being picked on by young gangsters was so much higher in the abandoned street than in Yokohama, Japan.

At that time, because I couldn't understand the language, I didn't know what was going on. I just thought that the social security in a foreign country was much worse than Yokohama.

Didn't realize there was such a thing as discrimination.

The seven-year-old boy exhaled shallowly, and looked at his hands. They were pale, with clear blood vessels, as slender as if there was only a layer of skin attached to the bones, and even after taking a bath, they quickly became cold.

It's not soft, it's full of scratches and rough, because it's always holding a knife, and there's a little callus on the palm.

Typical slum kid's hand.

After hearing that he had one month to study, that is, he would not have to carry out dangerous assassination missions for one month, Akutagawa Ryunosuke calmly breathed a sigh of relief.

One month, if he can return to his own world within this month, then there is no problem obediently obeying the arrangement, and he can even learn the skills of the mafia, which may play a role in protecting his sister and companions after he returns. to a great help.

If you can't go back, if you can't go back again...

Expressionless, pale complexion, dark and dull eyes, the doll-like child thought:

The self who is left alone in this world and cannot find the meaning of existence does not matter no matter where he is.

Join the mafia, or stay in the waste street, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, it is not a place where a young child can live well.

It's just as before, wandering forward in the mud like a wild dog, even if you can't find the meaning of life, you still run around in order to survive by whatever means.