Anomalous ability is Doctor Mori

10

The house rented to Rimbaud is a circle smaller than the clinic where Alice lives now. There is a living room, kitchen and study downstairs, two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. It is a typical layout of a family of three, separated from the clinic by a small yard.It looks a bit older than the clinic, but fortunately, the internal and external building materials are very solid, and the furniture is relatively complete.There are no major disadvantages except that there is a taste of not living for a long time.

"I went to restore the water and electricity before, and added some electrical appliances." Mori Ogai introduced to Rimbaud little by little, and his words and attitude seemed to be a competent and kind landlord, "I had everyone cleaned yesterday. Old, but the bedding and curtains have been replaced with new ones.”

According to the information found with the property rights certificate, this was actually the residence of the owner of the clinic.The two-story building where Alice lives now was originally a clinic, and the first and second floors are used for medical treatment and office use.Later, after fighting with doctors and nurses, they resigned and left, and the original scale could not be maintained, so they were merged into one by the owner.Then Alice and Mori Ogai in "Memory" came to Yokohama, packed up and bought both small houses.She and Mori Ogai couldn't live in much anyway, so this small house has been kept empty.

Until Alice dug out the title deed.

Rimbaud was trembling while listening, probably because of the air-conditioning of the house that had not been lived in for a long time, his lips turned white.

It's miserable.

Alice twitched her lips, ran to the window, dragged a stool, climbed up and closed the window, then turned on the air conditioner in the living room, and directly chose 30 degrees.

The humming sound of the motor attracted Rimbaud's attention.He and Mori Ogai stopped talking, and just watched the little girl's series of actions. When she finished and came back to Mori Ogai, he lowered his head, lowered his eyes and showed a faint smile.

"Thank you." The young man's voice was a little soft, but very gentle and gentlemanly, "Sorry, I have been negligent all this time, my name is Rimbaud, may I ask the young lady's name?"

As expected of the French.Saying words like littlelady doesn't look greasy at all.It was obvious that Alice had been staying behind the two of them deliberately ignoring them—for which Mori Ogai apologized to Rimbaud—but he took the problem on himself.

Alice blinked, this person...

"My name is Alice." Dispelling the momentary darkness in her blue eyes, Alice raised her head and smiled politely at the young man, without deliberately pretending to be innocent, childish, lively and lovely.

"Alice is my sister. She was the one who asked me to send you to the hospital immediately." Mori Ogai patched on the side.This is the rhetoric they discussed before.He strongly recommended the father and daughter, but it was a pity that Alice strongly rejected it—the original words were "My father is in the game, do you want to get in too?"—it's a pity.

"It turns out that my savior is such a lovely little lady." Rimbaud said softly, his smile widening a bit.He squatted down in front of Alice, ignoring the hem of his clothes dragging on the ground, reached out to take off his gloves, and solemnly extended his hand towards the little girl.

"Thank you very much for your assistance. And please be sure to let me repay your kindness."

Only then did Alice see clearly that the young man's iris was a beautiful golden-green color, lighter in the middle and darker in the outer ring, which was the color of the green cat's-eye tourmaline she liked very much.It looks very cold from a distance.But at such a close distance, one can clearly see the softness and purity concealed by Lingling's coldness.

Kind of interesting.

The little girl raised her eyebrows slightly, and said with an attitude that was too mature compared to her appearance: "It's too polite, just call me Alice. May I call you Rimbaud?"

She said, reaching out to hold the young man's hand.

The tentacles are cold.Unexpected and reasonable, Alice was not surprised.

Instead, Rimbaud's expression was in a daze, and the child's slightly higher body temperature was transmitted to his palm. He almost unconsciously squeezed Alice's hand, and blurted out a sentence in French: "chaud——"*

After saying that, he suddenly woke up, and quickly let go of Alice's hand.The young man showed embarrassment, and just as he was about to explain, the little girl's other hand was pressed against his face first, interrupting his unspoken words.

Alice can understand a little French, at least she understood the word just now.

"It's because your body temperature is too low." The little girl's facial features are sweet and delicate, and her child's voice is delicate and soft, but when she frowns and speaks, there is something completely incompatible with her age, which makes him, an adult, feel a little cramped pressure.She pressed one hand to his cheek, then tried his forehead with the back of her hand, and pulled back his loose hand with the other hand, accurately and skillfully took his pulse.

It only took about 20 seconds to release.

"The heartbeat is fine. But it's better to wait and take the blood pressure."

When it was all done, she spoke like a stern doctor.

"Ah... oh, okay." Rimbaud didn't know why, probably because of a conditioned reflex after staying in the hospital for several months, he nodded subconsciously.

The little girl's eyebrows finally relaxed.She even gave Rimbaud a look of approval before she raised her head and said to Mori Ogai, "Then I'll go back first. Write down what's missing, and buy together later." Then she turned her head and looked at Rimbaud, "Ranbo doesn't need to start the fire today. I'll eat here later. I'll eat beef hot pot today."

"Beef hot pot...?" Rimbaud repeated reflexively.Still a little unresponsive, he always felt as if something had changed without his knowledge.

"Well, it's best to eat hot pot when it's cold." His blank eyes made the little girl laugh.She narrowed her blue eyes and curled the corners of her mouth.

It was also a smile that did not match her age. The little girl's azure blue eyes were as clear as the eternal clear sky above the clouds. There was a kind of rational but profound warmth in her pupils. She did not hide her happiness and satisfaction with a similar Looking at the young man who is much older than himself with a loving and comforting attitude.

——It was almost like a lioness looking at a weak cub.

But how could a 7- or 8-year-old girl have such eyes?Rimbaud was feeling the absurdity of the metaphor that suddenly flashed in his mind.But the little girl opened her mouth again as if thinking of something.

"By the way," she said, she raised her chin in the direction of Mori Ogai, "I just said it to the outside world, this guy is my superpower, although it's disgusting, but if I look at it, it won't hurt you. So you don't have to be afraid."

***

More than an hour later, Alice sat down with the new tenant at the round table in the living room with her family members.

The steaming heat from the hot pot rose densely, and the heater that was specially dug out from the storage room was placed beside Rimbaud.The air conditioner in the living room was turned on to 30 degrees, so that except for Rimbaud who was still in thick clothes, everyone else changed into thin clothes.With such thorough preparations, through the misty steam, the lips of the black-haired young man finally took on a little warm color, and he moved his chopsticks at Alice's urging.

Alice has no rules about eating, talking and sleeping. On the contrary, she always thinks that the dining table is a good place for communication.

People feel more relaxed when they eat.This is even more so when it comes to delicious food.Conversely, according to the other person's eating situation, you can see his mental state.

Actions reveal a person's truth more than words or expressions.

"Re-introduce, my name is Mori Alice, and this guy's name is Mori Ogai. I saved you."

"I'm Arthur Rimbaud—actually I don't even remember the name, it's on a piece of clothing found at the scene."

"I know." Alice nodded, gave Chuya a piece of meat with chopsticks, then pointed to the boy beside Rimbaud, "This is Chuya Chuya."

The boy showed a big smiling face, and Rimbaud nodded to him, because of the childish innocence and cuteness, there was a soft smile on his brow.

But soon, the smile froze under Alice's voice.

"Zhong also found it with you at the explosion site. The explosion at that time wiped out all people and buildings within a diameter of 2000 meters. Only the two of you survived."

The young man's face turned pale, and his hands stopped: "Mr. Sen told me these things.

"So, very simple reasoning." Alice looked up at the young man and continued to serve herself. Unlike Rimbaud, her attitude was as calm as a real chat, "You are obviously not an ordinary person. Your past must have something to do with it. relationship. And, whether intentional or unintentional, there is a high probability that the explosion was caused by the two of you."

A shadow appeared in Rimbaud's eyes, and he didn't speak.

Alice didn't mind, "So on this basis, I did some research."

Yang Xiaoqi's science popularization is really lost and unreliable.It is related to Zhongye's background, since she wants to raise him, she must confirm it clearly.And it took more than two months, and it was indeed enough for her to find out the general idea.

"The first is the place where the explosion occurred. There are no clues on the municipal map, but black market intelligence and information leaked from within the government show that there is a certain military facility that claims to be researching the 'power of the gods'. The level of secrecy is very high, even Yokohama officials I don't know exactly what they are doing. But what is certain is that during the war, it is absolutely impossible to have foreign employees in such a facility."

Mori Ogai's top connections and the messy Yokohama government, coupled with rumors that the war is about to end and the country's upper echelon plans to reshuffle, as long as you have money, this kind of news that has become a thing of the past is easy to get.

"And then you and the name Arthur Rimbaud."

Alice put a piece of tofu into the bowl and looked up.

There was a strange light in her blue eyes--a piercing, cool, even pitiful light.

Rimbaud's breathing became short of breath.He trembled, staring closely at those blue eyes.

"Please tell me," he pursed his lips, "please tell me."

"Dating back to 6 months ago, there is no entry record. I asked someone to ask several hotels, but I couldn't find any check-in staff who matched your appearance." Alice put down her chopsticks, "But there is this in the military database. Name. A European spy."

The current level of computer network security in this world is far lower than before she crossed.After buying a computer and pulling the network cable, Alice hacked into the top-secret database along the military internal network in her "memory", using the method she learned from the Internet when she was in the United States-as long as it costs money, the dark web provides Hacking tutorials of various levels, unexpectedly quite simple and successful.

"The full name is Jean-Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud. A Frenchman, a supernatural spy at the level of 'Transcendence'. His supernatural ability is called [Colorful Paintings]."

She originally thought it would be a fake name, after all, which spy would honestly embroider his real name in a hat to sneak into another country and carry it with him.However, what left her speechless was that Rimbaud was really so sincere.

"Finally, I got the testimony." Alice reached out her hand to touch the orange hair of the boy beside her, turned her head, and said word by word, "Chuya told me that his first memory was only blue-black darkness. Until a hand , a very strong man's hand pulled him out from somewhere. When he opened his eyes again, he saw me."

The "power of the gods" enclosed by a transparent wall.The heavy and silent long darkness.And, breaking the seal, the hand of a man with great power.

The black-haired young man's face was as white as paper, and he couldn't help shaking. The temperature around him was almost midsummer, but he seemed to be stripped of all his clothes and standing naked in the ice and snow.

Those golden-green eyes were frozen from the inside like a cold lake, and then, out-of-focus mist appeared on the lake.

It looks really pitiful.But Alice just continued with her expression unchanged.

"So the truth is obvious. As a spy, you sneaked into the research institute to investigate the research of the military department, and then, for some reason, you and the research object, or the result, is the so-called 'divine power' A contact occurred. The contact caused a big explosion. The explosion blew away everything within a diameter of 2000 meters, Zhong was also born in the explosion, and you, because of your strength and luck, survived."

"..."

"Your hypothermia and blood pressure instability are the sequelae of the explosion injury. But your amnesia and fear of cold are not due to neurological problems, but because of fear. You witnessed something extremely terrifying during the explosion and received a strong mental shock. So your brain spontaneously sealed this memory and felt cold, which is your body's warning not to recall it."

"In other words, it is you who makes you lose your memory."

"I..." The young man's teeth were chattering.

"So, you already know almost everything now. Do you still want to retrieve your memory?" Alice said, stood up, took the hot tea that Mori Ogai handed over at the right time, and put it in the young man's hand.

The boiling water scalded the skin through the wall of the cup.Rambo raised his head sharply.Then he gripped the cup tightly.

He was right.The little girl's eyes were indeed sharp and powerful but filled with wonderful pity, as if a vigorous and ferocious lioness looked at a weak cub.

Like a person about to freeze to death clinging to a heat source, he subconsciously held the beam of light tightly.

"I want to...find..."

The author has something to say: chaud: French, adj, hot; warm.