What if I become Verlaine?

Rimbaud had obviously done preliminary intelligence gathering before coming.

He easily found a two-story detached villa with well-preserved internal and external buildings in this no-man's land.

There are two rooms and a utility room on the second floor. There is a room downstairs, a very large living room, an open kitchen, and a bathroom. There are exactly three people in one room.

Rimbaud reservedly nodded his chin, motioning Wei Lun to open the door.

Wei Lun leaned on crutches and walked to the door. He looked left and right, stretched out his hand and tore off a wire under the window next to him, fiddled with the door a few times, and clicked, the door opened.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared round his eyes.

The moment the door opened, a foul smell rushed over, and the ground was covered in dust.

Wei Lun limped in, and Rimbaud stood at the door without moving. Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at Wei Lun who walked in, and then at Rimbaud at the door. He hesitated for a moment, but did not move.

Soon he heard the sound of Wei Lun's crutches spread throughout the villa, first on the first floor, then on the second floor.

Wei Lun opened all the windows, the back door, and the exhaust fan, and then activated his thoughts, countless gusts of wind suddenly exploded in the air, and the air flow shuttled back and forth like a living thing.

Rimbaud evaluated Wei Lun's strength silently in his heart, Zhongyuan Zhong was also amazed.

After Wei Lun blew away all the dust in the room, Rimbaud slowly entered the villa.

Although the dust in the room has been cleaned, bloodstains can still be seen in the corners and inconspicuous places, and some furniture and door frames have also been damaged. Although the main body of the house and the load-bearing walls are intact, some walls are uneven. Black lacquer marks remain.

Fortunately, the three of them did not have much demand for accommodation.

Wei Lun lived in Meteor Street before, and it was worse. Rimbaud worked as a handyman at the port Mafia in the past few years, and he has experienced hardships in the world. As for Zhongyuan Zhongye... the Sheep Organization lives in Radium Bowl Street, and his residence is not much better. Go, it would be nice to have a half-broken container to shelter from the wind and rain.

Wei Lun was in a good mood. He said: "The water and electricity are normal, and the basic furniture is available. I will go to the neighborhood to pick up waste, disassemble the TV, and repair the TV in the living room. We can watch local programs."

Rimbaud raised his eyebrows. TV news is one of the fastest ways to collect local information. It seems that Wei Lun is very good at investigation and intelligence gathering.

"Okay, let's see what's missing and make a list."

The three of them sat down on the tatami in the living room around a broken small table for a meeting. Basically, Wei Lun and Rimbaud talked, and Nakahara was listening most of the time.

Wei Lun said that most of the daily necessities are easy to handle, and the most important thing to consider is the issue of food.

Wei Lun's expression was rarely serious, and he said to Rimbaud: "We are not people from this world after all, maybe there are some viruses and bacteria that are not harmful to people in this world, but harmful to us in some ingredients, and Zhong and I are still there." Well, we are man-made superhumans with strong physical endurance, if you fall down, you will be in trouble."

Rimbaud's color painting collection is a necessary ability to leave this world. If he is finished, Wei Lun and Zhong Yuanzhong will only be able to find work in this world.

Rimbaud agrees with Wei Lun's idea: "I go to the supermarket to buy sterile ingredients, we need a profitable business."

Although Rimbaud can control the dead to gain wealth through psychic control, he can only do so in an emergency.

If you don’t know the local disaster relief department’s ability to count the population and rashly use the wealth of the deceased on a large scale, it is easy to be discovered by the relevant department in charge of household registration.

Wei Lun said: "Scavenging, I can find second-hand items that are sold at a high price. You are responsible for selling them. No matter how much money you have, you can also use it as a means of concealing money."

There are many monsters entrenched in the no-man's land where they live, and ordinary people dare not come. Naturally, no one cleans up the things in the no-man's land, which is a lot of wealth.

Rimbaud frowned slightly. Although he didn't care about the living environment, if possible, it's best to buy new ones for personal items and eating and drinking utensils: "You should first find all the things you need at home, at least you have to get some A sterilizing washing machine that I am satisfied with, as well as kitchen and bathing things, clothes and so on, let’s make do with my own.”

Wei Lun nodded cheerfully: "I see, that's it, let's act separately."

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his hand obediently: "What about me?"

Wei Lun pointed to the door: "Let's go for a drive. If you see a monster with low strength, try to fight it."

Nakahara Chuya: Oh.

In the next two or three days, the dilapidated villa quickly returned to life.

Wei Lun first dismantled some home appliances from other houses. There were more TVs, VCRs and radios in the house. He even got a computer to assemble. He repaired the electric fan and air conditioner in the house, and found a Old microwave.

Rimbaud went to the supermarket to buy almost a complete set of kitchen supplies. Considering that Wei Lun probably came from another world and his eating habits were different from his own, for the sake of his own stomach, Rimbaud decided to cook by himself.

Zhong Yuanzhong also quickly became familiar with the nearby streets and directions, and tried to challenge a guy from the next block who exuded kelp all over his body and claimed to be a kelp weirdo.

Zhongyuan Zhong also couldn't kill with one blow, but the opponent's kelp hair couldn't hurt Zhongyuan Zhongye, which gave Zhongyuan Zhongye some confidence.

——I can’t help it, I’ve been beaten by people stronger than me recently, the poor boy Nakaya almost thinks he’s a rookie.

After Wei Lun finished the household appliances at home, he began to tidy up the sofa, coffee table, table, curtains and windows at home. In short, three days later, Nakahara Zhong also sat at the dining table, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at the situation in the kitchen. Lan Bo, who was cooking mushroom soup, looked at Wei Lun, who was repairing a lamp in front of the tatami in the living room, and his mood was particularly bright.

Although these two people are completely different from their parents in the ordinary sense, Nakahara Chuya feels that maybe this is the taste of home.

Rimbaud tied his long hair behind his head. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater, cropped wide-leg pants, slippers on his feet, a scarf in front of his body, and a spoon in his hand.

He tasted the mushroom soup with a spoon, felt that it was almost ready, and raised his voice: "It's time to eat, Wei Lun, let go of that desk lamp, even if I take it to the second-hand market, that ugly desk lamp will not Someone wants it."

Wei Lun is a little distressed, what is wrong?He reconnected the wiring. Is there a problem with the light bulb and the wire connection?

He put down the desk lamp in his hand, and said disapprovingly, "Don't just think about selling strange and novel objects for big money, small money is also money, you have to be frugal."

Rimbaud sneered: "Frugality is not in my life dictionary."

As he said so, he divided the creamy mushroom soup into three bowls, and Zhongyuan Zhong also obediently came to serve the meal.

Rimbaud put on his gloves again, and went to get the baked beef brisket with cheese in the oven. He asked casually, "It seems that you have had a hard life before."

Rimbaud's words were really just instinctively looking into the past of the other party.

Wei Lun also said in a very casual tone: "Life is impermanent, who knows if tomorrow will be short of a little money to survive?"

Rimbaud shrugged, well, as expected, Wei Lun heard the implication of this sentence, and lightly and perfunctorily passed it.

Nakahara Chuya happily came over to help carry the baking tray, but was knocked on the head by Rimbaud. Rimbaud signaled Zhongyuan Zhongya to turn off the oven, and put the baking tray directly on the table by himself with gloves on.

Rimbaud glanced at Chuya Zhongyuan, and Wei Lun also looked at Chuya Zhongyuan after washing his hands.

Then they both sighed at the same time.

In the Central Plains, Rimbaud and Wei Lun's hidden temptations were not found at all.

Wei Lun limped to the dining table, feeling sincerely: "There is a long way to go."

Rimbaud took the necessary plates, knives and forks. After dividing the tableware, he agreed with Wei Lun's words: "After all, I was neglected to teach before." Then he said in a drawn out tone: "Take your time."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what Wei Lun and Rimbaud were thinking, so he happily took out a knife and cut some beef brisket for himself, took a bite, and looked at Rimbaud with bright eyes: "It's delicious!"

Looking at the pure joy in the blue eyes of the orange-haired boy, Rimbaud was stunned for a moment.

Wei Lun sneered, his eyes full of teasing.

Rimbaud turned his face slightly, and he drank the mushroom soup with a spoon, pretending that he didn't see Wei Lun's teasing.

Wei Lun asked Nakahara Chuya while eating: "Have you finished shopping around? Is there any weirdo?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also said confidently: "Yes, but I can handle it. Even if I can't kill it immediately, the opponent can't defeat me."

Rimbaud commented: "Suitable for exercising your abilities."

Wei Lun said, "Have you finished the homework I assigned earlier?"

Rimbaud was a little surprised. He looked at Wei Lun, and then at Nakahara Chuya curiously: "Homework? What is it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also restrained his cheerful and happy expression, his blue eyes were a little dim, he struggled for a while before he said: "Wei Lun asked me to make communication tools by myself, I found some discarded phones and smart phones, but I don't know how to repair them. ..."

Moreover, the calling cards in the phone belonged to the deceased, and most of the accounts were cancelled, and there was no call charge in it, and there would be troubles if they were used.

Waylon concluded: "So it just didn't work out."

Zhong Yuanzhong also drooped his head, a little frustrated.

Seeing the orange-haired boy change from confident to depressed, Rimbaud's mouth twitched.

He could see that Wei Lun was teasing Zhong Yuan.

Rimbaud coughed, and he hinted at Nakahara Chuya: "If something is broken, it can be repaired."

Isn't there a guy who has repaired a lot of things in front of him?

However, Zhong Yuanzhong never thought about letting Wei Lunxiu pick up the mobile phone. He felt that it was a test and homework given to him by Wei Lun. Rimbaud and Wei Lun both directly got working mobile phones and calling cards, and they had to do it themselves. This is the way to go.

"Give me a little more time."

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of what Wei Lun said before, people who can be regarded as partners must have equal or not too far apart in strength.

Wei Lun and Rimbaud are both very powerful, the young man clenched his fists, and he must work hard!

Since the Central Plains had to handle it by himself, Wei Lun shrugged at Rimbaud, and Rimbaud didn't say anything else.

The next day, Nakahara Chuya went out early in the morning.

He recalled in his mind the strength rankings of the monsters living near the block, and Nakahara thought, if he kills a monster and pulls him to the door of the Heroes Association shown on TV, can the association give him some money?

Zhong Yuanzhong also decided to fight a butterfly-mutated weirdo, but just as he walked halfway, the roar of artillery fire came from three or four blocks away.

Zhongyuan Zhong also felt a move in his heart, he flew up lightly and rushed in that direction.

Going around three or four abandoned blocks, Zhongyuan Zhong also saw a person fighting a strange man with a fish head.

Nakahara Chuya's eyes widened slightly. Isn't that the S-class hero Genos who killed the virus monster and saved him?

Zhong Yuanzhong also rushed over to help immediately.

With the strength of Genos, it is not difficult to deal with this fish-head monster, but it is a bit troublesome-the fish-head monster can spray water bubbles, and the water bubbles are extremely viscous, which can stick the shells or make them hit themselves. The shells on his body slipped out.

After Zhong Yuanzhong also joined the battle, the battle was naturally one-sided and ended quickly.

Genos looked at the child who suddenly came to help, and said with concern: "Are you okay?"

Nakahara Chuya smiled confidently: "Of course, I remember you. My name is Nakahara Chuya. You saved me before, thank you."

Genos frowned, then smiled.

He saved too many people, although he didn't remember them all, but Janos was still very happy to hear the boy's thanks.

He said in a firm tone: "Then you must have grown up compared to before, Mr. Zhongyuan."

The boy can manipulate gravity. If he had this power before, Genos felt that he would be able to remember it. Since he didn't remember it, it was obviously after the disaster that he awakened his ability.

"Of course!" Zhong Yuanzhong nodded again and again. Although he was always beaten by Rimbaud and Wei Lun, they also taught him a lot.

Genos looked at the monster with a fish head lying on the ground, and said naturally: "This kind of mutant monster is actually a delicious food. You are a person with supernatural powers. You shouldn't have any stomach problems if you eat this. I will cut you in half." Fish head?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye just wanted to agree, but then he realized that the three members of his family are people from another world, so they may not be able to eat, so he could only refuse: "Forget about the fish head, that..."

The boy's eyes lit up suddenly, he touched his nose uncomfortably, and whispered, "Well, can I, can I change it into pocket money? It doesn't need much, just a little..."

Genos was a little surprised: "Yes, yes, but what do you want pocket money for?"

The orange-haired boy looked only eleven or twelve years old, and it was not a good thing to have too much money in his hand.

"I want to buy a cell phone!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also said eagerly: "It's enough to be able to communicate, I don't ask much!"

Genos frowned: "Didn't your family buy you a mobile phone?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head.

It's hard for him to call it homework, and since Genos is a well-known hero who saved him once, Nakahara didn't want to deceive the other party with lies, so he could only stammer in the end.

Seeing the boy blushing anxiously, Genos thought that the other party's request for the mobile phone was [communication], and Genos' eyes suddenly lit up: "Could it be that you want to contact someone alone?"

The boy secretly fell in love with his parents and teachers behind his back?Want to keep in touch with your girlfriend alone?

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his mouth, he was a little at a loss, and said in a low voice: "I, I want to keep in touch with two people..."

Genos hissed after hearing this, in awe.

What an amazing young age!

Janos thought for a while: "Yes, yes, but if you don't tell your parents and want to have a private mobile phone, then it can only be in my name."

The boy is obviously underage, so he cannot apply for a phone card independently.

Zhong Yuanzhong also breathed a sigh of relief: "Can I trouble you? Thank you so much~"

Genos also breathed a sigh of relief, he can check the phone bill at any time under his name, if the boy focuses on talking with friends and talking on the phone and ignores his studies, he will be guilty of a serious crime!

Genos said straightforwardly: "How about tomorrow? Meet here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will take you to a nearby mall to buy a mobile phone."

Zhong Yuanzhong also showed a big smile: "Well, thank you."