I'm such a big son

Miss Lan Bo glanced at Sen Ouwai quite unkindly, and the other party's hairs blew up: "Mr. Lan Tang?"

"Ha ha!"

She sneered: "Curse you for buying a dress for Alice for a year and not being able to find the right size!"

Mori Ogai: "!"

terrible!The key is why?I even paid you a salary, Mr. Lan Tang!In terms of salary, the two of us are not the kind of superiors and subordinates who don't have the slightest affection. Please explain to me why! ?

However, Miss Rimbaud's heart is as firm as iron, and she only gave the former boss an indifferent back.

At this time, Dazai called again to report that Dostoevsky had been captured and handed over to the Supernatural Secret Service, and all the property occupied by the rats of the dead house had also been returned to the "combination". Frightened through.

"In that case... Detectives, please leave here."

"Mr. Lantang, why don't you go back and sit down and have a cup of afternoon tea together?"

Mr. Sen really wanted to take Rimbaud, the "veteran", back to ask, why did he reappear under the sun after being gone for so long?If Rimbaud can return from hell, then the leader of the previous generation...he is not afraid of anything, the problem is that the gangsters have few enemies, and they come back every day to make trouble, whether the port business can still be done !

As for Lantang-jun's change from Mr. to Mrs.... well... I think it's better not to go into it.

Miss Rimbaud thinks she has retired, and she has nothing to say to her former boss who seems to have cheated on her, but she doesn't know where to go for a while.Of course she knew that President Fukuzawa was not her extremely honest lover, but... just another person with a similar nature, even before she met her in this world, she had died.

The two people who have never met at all, can't even arouse the interest of bullying.

In PortMafia, the seniors who knew the "past" stood still, and the young man could not just sit back and watch the leader's order be ignored by a woman who appeared out of nowhere.The black cloth blade went straight for the long-haired woman's heart, and tinkling lemon-shaped bombs also fell all over the ground.

Before Mr. Fukuzawa said that he wanted to cover this kind-hearted man, Rimbaud turned sideways and grabbed the tail-like Rashomon behind Ryunosuke Akutagawa at an extremely fast speed, and then he shook his hand and suddenly appeared in an unobservable time Kijiro Kajii kicked people away, multiple layers of pale gold subspace flashed, and the lemon bomb turned into a large, crappy firework show, with no excitement except billowing smoke.

After knocking out the mad scientist with one kick, Rimbaud now had time to deal with the stubborn youth who kept stumbling over the same problem.

"Come here for me!"

As for Akutagawa's small body, the other party dragged Rashomon and dragged him in front of him. Rimbaud kicked him in the same way unceremoniously, and Akutagawa, who flew upside down, vomited his stomach acid: "Damn it! Damn it! Damn, hate, hate!"

Can't I stop embarrassing me in front of Mr. Dazai!

It took less than 5 minutes before and after, and Rimbaud, who already had a clear understanding of the strength of the juniors, walked up to Ryunosuke and squatted down, looking at his head with a crisp chestnut: "Young man, are you here by something?" Something is blocked? Do you not know how to fight or how to be a human being? Is the senior who is responsible for teaching you dead? Or he never told you that you can’t be too hard-headed, you must be hard-headed Will it be hammered?"

Osamu Dazai, who was in charge of teaching Akutagawa Ryunosuke, was silently watched by his former boss and former colleagues: This is what he did!All good children were fooled by him!

Osamu Dazai looked up, looked around, and almost played a lighthearted tune to pretend that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"look!"

Rimbaud simply sat cross-legged in front of him, and the light golden cube pressed Ryunosuke so that he wouldn't make him struggle. "You Rashomon, it's too troublesome to activate the CD. There is a certain gap, and the reaction is slow. The ability itself It is very strong, but it is also your weakness. It is recommended to find a partner with rough skin and thick flesh as a shield, and you can just hide behind him and attack him coldly. Is it important to complete the task anyway?"

Someone in a sand-colored trench coat who knows how to do this starts winking at his current colleagues—get out of here!That's all PortMafia's business, and we outsiders don't care.

Before President Fukuzawa had time to give the order, Rimbaud threw a thin Akutagawa Ryunosuke who looked like a rabbit with lop ears into the water to Mori Ogai, turned around and passed by Kajii Kijiro who was hugging his stomach and "sighing" and made up for it again with dissatisfaction. A kick kicked him in the face: "Others are bulldozing the opponent's lair, you fucking blow up your own headquarters every day, are you sick!"

"Hey!"

Mr. Lemon, who cried aloud, huddled into a ball for fear of being kicked again if he blocked the lady's way, making everyone wonder who is the active mafia.

After taking two steps, Rimbaud remembered that Mr. Mori was still waiting for his answer, and took his hand out of his pocket: "I won't go to the port building, I will live there temporarily in Zhongya, and I will leave in a few days, during the temporary stay I won't disturb you."

"You doubt me, you never doubt Chuya, right?"

She raised her eyebrows and smiled, the brilliance in her beautiful eyes flowed like a lover's savage or mischievous coquetry, Mr. Sen felt that his heart was beating abnormally and his legs were a little weak.

Probably not because of any serious illness.

"Yes, I will ask Mr. Zhongye to submit a report afterwards."

The unscrupulous boss decisively chose to sell his subordinates.

The Central Plains cadre, who was able to show off his strengths and push the enemy's strongholds, touched his hat a little uncomfortable - if he had to say, he didn't have the confidence to keep Rimbaud at bay, but he couldn't be in front of the leader and mackerel Admittedly, he had no choice but to accept the task vaguely.

"Go! I warn you, don't give me any bad ideas."

Guilty is guilty, and he still has to let go of the cruel words. While making his tone more dangerous, he rolled his eyes secretly to see if she showed any signs of anger.The subspace bullet in Lan Tang's hand hurts so much!That is to say, if someone else can be punched out of a hole, no matter who gets in, he has to be cowardly!

The face of a pro-son must be given.

Rimbaud was very talkative and followed him away. Passing in front of President Fukuzawa, the wind blew her long hair and brushed against the tip of his nose. After a faint smell of mint and perfume, there was only an inexplicable sense of loss.

Seeing that PortMafia was withdrawn, the Armed Detective Agency quickly left after finishing the follow-up handover. Pushkin, who was taken away by the police, wished that he could go to prison for three to five years and wait for everyone to forget about what happened today before going out.

However, it didn't work. For such a bad thing, one bad one and one quasi-little person, the Supernatural Secret Service Division really wanted to throw one of them out like throwing a mouse.Dostoyevsky was destined to go to prison. His younger brothers, who had some problems with IQ and character, were sent back by transportation immediately.

But Rimbaud didn't need to worry about these things. At this moment, she was resting with her eyes closed, leaning on the back seat of the car like a grandpa.Zhongyuan Zhong also drove ahead, glancing back for a while, and glancing back for a while.

"Look ahead! Why are you driving and looking at my face? Is there a street light or a sign on my face?"

Lan Bo scolded him without raising his eyelids. The orange-haired youth almost jumped up and made a noise. If it wasn't for the seat belt, he might really "fly" from the driver's seat.

"Humph!"

In the end, he just snorted to express his dissatisfaction, and obediently drove back to his apartment where he lived alone.

After opening the door, Zhong Yuanzhong also turned his head and explained: "You clean up the house and live in it yourself, there is everything in the refrigerator."

Rimbaud: "..."

She silently raised two hands with slender knuckles—long fingers and small palms, as if carved out of white jade. The nails on the edge of the fingertips were neatly trimmed and rounded. It's very pale, and one can tell at a glance that she is an over-aged lady who doesn't touch the spring water.

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also scratched his hair and was a little irritable, "Go and sit down, I will fix it for you!"

As he said that, he ran back to the house to search for the bedding.

The so-called guest room... It's better to say that it's a storage room that the owner won't use for a while. There are a few music discs scattered on the floor, and a few books are thrown by the window.

Rimbaud sat on the sofa with his feet crossed and turned on the game console that was connected to the monitor quite familiarly, pressed a few times to find the game record, glanced at it and called up the game interface, enjoying himself.

After finishing the guest room and walking out, I saw that the game achievements I had finally refreshed were broken by someone——damn it!

The long-haired woman looked at him sideways if she felt something: "To play together?"

This game is designed to have a two-player mode, but it has never been activated. The orange-haired youth pulled out the other handle and sat on the ground with a strong fighting spirit: "Come on! I'm very confident, don't delay I'm on my back."

She pursed her lips and smiled, looking at the young man in front of her like a scoundrel child rolling on the ground: "In this case, the loser of each round has to answer a question for the winner, surely this will make it easier for you to write the report? "

The orange-haired young man who had his mind leaked didn't know whether he should grin or turn his face away to pretend he didn't know.

So the two sat one on the sofa and the other on the floor and started fighting in the virtual world.

"Wow! You run up, pull so many monsters and don't fight! Jump up, you're going to die, you're going to die!"

Zhong Ye usually doesn't talk much, but he hasn't been quiet for more than a minute while holding the game controller. He looks like a teenager, and his calm and reliable image is immediately thrown out of the sky.

Rimbaud patiently played with him, one game after another, the orange-haired youth suddenly realized that something seemed wrong when it was almost dawn?I haven't asked a single word of the information that should be asked, why is it dawning!

The long-haired woman leaned back on the sofa: "Ha~ah~ I'm sleepy..."

"I accidentally wandered into this parallel world through my ability, and I had a premonition that I would leave in a few days, so I just typed the report. Well, go to sleep, and think about it when you wake up, aren't you on vacation?"

The cadres of the Central Plains who are so conscientious that the vacations accumulated by being single so far are enough from now until next year: "..."