I'm such a big son

Rimbaud slept in the guest room of Nakaya's house until lunch time, and the orange-haired young man woke up early and dared not break into the lady's bedroom casually, so he had to walk back and forth in the living room.

As soon as she fell asleep yesterday, Nakahara sent the information to the mobile phone of the leader Mori Ogai overnight. Combined with the various types of supernatural powers that PortMafia has faced over the years, her rhetoric is completely unconvincing, but at the same time, she can’t find it. The basis for the rebuttal - after all, Mr. Lantang really got a lunch box early to call the curtain call, and Nakahara Zhong also believed that he would not be so stupid that he couldn't tell whether the person died real or faked.

And judging from the observation of Dazai...it is impossible for her to be someone else's supernatural life form.

No matter how incredible it is, when there is only one answer left, even if you don't want to believe it at all, you have to believe it.

Then the unscrupulous boss Mori Ogai conveniently gave the Central Plains cadres who had been squeezed until they were short of stature a task: try to get as much information about PortMafia as possible from the world where Miss Rimbaud lives.

"Although it is not the 'future' in the true sense, it is also of certain reference value."

That's what the dog man said in his original words.

She scratched her hair and walked out of the bedroom wearing the pajamas that she called temporarily in the middle of last night to ask her subordinates to send her. Without opening her eyes, she groped her way into the bathroom and closed the door with a bang.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Hey hey hey you too!Too careless!Anyway, I am also a grown man, you just walk around in the living room of my house in your pajamas like this...

Dad is not like that!

After a sound of splashing water, Rimbaud opened the door and walked back to the bedroom in pajamas full of steam. The stunned Mr. Zhongyuan was stunned for about 10 minutes. A long-haired lady in a long coat appeared in front of him: "Stupid!" ?”

"You! Don't come here and I'll tell you!"

Seeing her approaching, the young man moved back to hide his blushing cheeks, Rimbaud quickly twisted his ear and pulled towards him: "Huh? What are you hiding from?"

Zhong Ye was so embarrassed that he even forgot to use his ability to break free. He yelled twice, and the two started fighting in the living room.

Even if he had a serious illness before, Rimbaud was a retired PortMafia veteran cadre who had come out of countless dangers. He met the current number one gymnast in PortMafia... the result was obvious.

The short young man who had always pushed others to the ground was pushed down on a soft sofa for the first time, only then did he realize that he could still use supernatural powers, and the opponent's light golden subspace imprisonment locked him firmly again.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Rimbaud slowly helped him turn over and rub the orange hair: "You have never changed the first few moves you have made with others since you were young, so honest, really!"

"Let go of me! You old woman!"

He was so angry that he flicked his tongue, and it was conceivable that he received a slap on the forehead as punishment: "I'm only 33 years old this year, you brat!"

Mr. Zhongyuan, who precisely stepped on his mother's minefield, was locked up in the small dark room without any suspense. Rimbaud pushed him into the subspace, opened the door, and went out to find a place for lunch.

The most important thing right now is of course to eat well, otherwise?

After eating, she took a walk in circles along the fixed route to watch a performance art of "'strange' youth throwing himself into the water", and was blocked by Kunikida Doppo on the way back to Chuya's apartment. .

"Good afternoon, Miss Rimbaud, I have been ordered to invite you to the yacht banquet. Thank you for your selfless help to our Armed Detective Agency and President Fukuzawa."

The blond-haired young man pushed the frame of his glasses cautiously, thinking of Edogawa's act of walking around in a coquettish manner and forcing the president to promise that he would never have a "stepmother"... He was very worried that the famous detective would be beaten.

"yacht?"

It doesn't look like you guys are rich.

She almost wrote this sentence on her face, and Kunikida Doppo pushed his glasses again: "It was given by the 'group' as a gift for helping to recapture the property. Including this banquet reception..."

"It's the moat controlled by that wife... I know. Do you mind if I change clothes before going?"

Rimbaud narrowed his eyes and smiled. Mr. Kunikida felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't think of anything wrong, so he just nodded: "Of course I don't mind. You can wear whatever clothes you need, or you can be accompanied by our female members." Do you buy it together?"

"Reimbursement of the dress fitting fee, so generous?"

She looked up and down at the young man who was half a head taller than herself: "No one else, just you, let's go~"

Kunikida Dobubu: "..."

no!what do you want !

In the subspace, Mr. Zhongyuan, who was locked in a small black room and could only observe the outside world from the perspective of the owner of the space: "..."

Why do you want another man to buy you clothes?If you want to ask, you have to ask me!

However, the people locked in the small black room have no right to speak, even if they use gravity to toss and toss it, it will have no effect-this place is not restricted by the laws of physics, it is a kingdom controlled by Rimbaud alone, and the Central Plains is so angry that Newton died, After all, there is no way to get this "mother".

So, after all, an old mother is an old mother, and attribute restraint and so on are really annoying!

Fortunately, Rimbaud's bottom line is still there. After carefully recalling the salaries of the detectives, he only took Mr. Kunikida's salary for a month to sacrifice to heaven, and bought a set of furisodes that she thought looked very interesting. leave.

——Anyway, Mr. Fukuzawa must have reimbursed Kunikida Doppo in the end, and Rimbaud spent the money without any psychological pressure.

"Tomorrow my colleague will pick you up to the pier. Goodbye, Miss Rimbaud."

Kunikida bowed slightly to salute, then straightened his back and turned away. Rimbaud entered the sub-space and appeared in his living room with the closed bar in his hand, and put him on the sofa: "I'm hungry. Not hungry?"

A normal mother's next sentence should be: "I'll cook you something to eat." When it comes to Rimbaud, it becomes: "I'll call you for takeaway?"

Why didn't you let me out when you were eating just now!

Taking her short-tempered Zhong also tried to express his dissatisfaction with his eyes, Rimbaud felt that it seemed a little uncomfortable, he paused and said: "Dip the bread with milk, and add a boiled egg?"

"..."

It's better than eating takeaway!

In the end, he didn't say anything, and silently watched the long-haired woman walk into the kitchen.After a while of wailing from the pots and pans, she brought out a basin of milk with a few pieces of bread floating in it and a poached egg that looked miserable: "Hey, eat! It's just you, and no one else would expect me to lay it down." kitchen."

Mr. Fukuzawa didn't get this kind of treatment either!

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the soup pot in front of him that was suspected of being ridiculed. Thinking about it, this is probably the only time in his life to eat the "meal" that this person made for himself. From various perspectives, he did not overturn the coffee table, but took Pick up the chopsticks and poke the boiled egg precisely and take a bite.

taste very bad.

I never thought that someone could make boiled eggs so unpalatable.

Without even a pause, he ate all the eggs and softened bread, rubbing his stomach and staring at the remaining half of the pot of milk with bad eyes.

"I thought I'd be more like you."

After rubbing his stomach for a long time to suppress the nausea in his chest, Chuya opened his mouth and turned his back to Rimbaud and said, "Are you disappointed? Now that I find out that I am not like you."

After the seaside dock, no one knew what kind of attitude he had towards Lan Tang, a "relative" whom he had only met for a few days, and sometimes even he himself couldn't see clearly.He had read the report on Huang Ba's vomiting experiment a long time ago, and he was well aware of the role that Rimbaud played in it. The last time he was in a tense relationship, but after many years, he was more affectionate. He didn't have more expectations in his heart—she probably It's no longer a normal human being, is it?Can you stay?

However, Rimbaud's answer last night poured cold water on his head—she was just a passer-by from another world, as if he had dreamed of having a family member who would bring warmth and stability, but unfortunately it would not come true in the end.

The one that belonged to him... was killed by himself eight years ago.

He didn't know how to express his vague jealousy, like a child standing in front of his parents and taking out a failing test paper.

If it's you, can you recognize me?

Wei Liang gently rubbed her hair through her hair, and the woman's teasing voice sounded: "Oh? Why do you want to be like me? You are good enough, I think it's good, you don't need to be with someone Similar, much less like me."

"No matter when and where, you are my pride."

"so……"

The orange-haired youth lowered his head, "Hey hey hey" and secretly laughed twice: "Throw away that rag you bought this afternoon, it's embarrassing for me to wear such a cheap thing, I'll take you to buy it again!"

Rimbaud raised his head and thought for a while: "It's not necessary, there's no need to be so grand, save some wife money for yourself, I don't even have a girlfriend in my 20s, I picked you up on Leibo Street when I was in my 20s Become a mother!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I can't refute, and I want to kill myself who was raised by Rimbaud in another world.

How did you lose your old lady, you idiot!

On the last day, the mother and son reconciled in the evening, ordered takeaway to make dinner together, and then played games in the middle of the night.

Rimbaud's hands are steady and his reaction is fast. Years of combat experience have already made her familiar with predicting. Playing games is almost like cheating. With her son, she quickly refreshed the record of the two-player game to an unattainable height.

"Don't panic ~ don't be anxious ~ it's useless to be anxious ~ let alone be irritable ~ hey! That's right ~"

She seems to have seen the next move of the BOSS so easily dodged, directed the game characters to easily pass the level, threw the handle, rubbed her eyes and stretched: "Ha--~ You went back to find Mr. Sen to submit the report, treat it Overly smart boss, my suggestion is not to hide anything, and there is nothing you can't tell people about me. I'll go to sleep, and you go to work."

"Hey! Of course I know this!"

He got up, put on his hat and coat, walked to the entrance, picked up his gloves and went out. Rimbaud coughed, and Zhong turned back to look at her: "What's the matter?"

Rimbaud reached out to beckon, and the young man walked over curiously. She raised her hand to help him untie his tie and tie a knot again: "Okay! Go to work."

"oh oh!"

Hehehe, I'm a little happy~