I'm such a big son

Rimbaud and Guangjin Liulang stood outside the leader's room for almost an hour, and Mori Owai came out.

Naturally, he walked out instead of being carried and thrown out by the bodyguards.

Guangjin heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that this person was indeed as Lan Tang evaluated, and he finally didn't have to go to the hospital to catch or kill doctors recently.

——What do you call this? Killing the doctor is good for people like them who are about to be injured at any time?It wasn't the Boss who came forward, and the family members of the members of the Black Lizard who took the lead were treated coldly by the hospital when they got sick. This is really...

"Doctor Sen, please."

There are bodyguards worthy of the leader's trust to lead the doctor to the place where he should stay.

When Mori Owai came out, he saw Rimbaud and Guangjin standing together, so he nodded to this side, smiled and walked away with the bodyguards.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong, the two people did not wait for any impromptu order, so they went to the bar that Guangjin said together as previously agreed.

【Oda, Hirotsu-san and I went to the X bar, drove back, and stared at the three of them doing their homework. 】

When she closed the phone, she found that the elder was looking at her more kindly.

Miss Rimbaud: "?"

Mr. Guangjin raised his head and smiled: "I heard that Mr. Lantang has three children in his family. I didn't expect you to be a qualified father at such a young age."

"Usually just use 'Jun'."

The "man" took off his hat, held it in his hand, turned over a flower and sighed: "Two worthless brats and a timid girl were both adopted from Radium Bowl Street. If you die outside one day, even a helper There are no tombstones, which is too unlucky."

Hearing this, Guangjin raised his glass and couldn't agree more: "Yes, that's right."

The glasses collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

Two hours later, Guangjin called his subordinates to ask them to come and drive. Rimbaud shook his hand and said that he didn't need to send him off. He watched the former get in the car and leave before he tightened his coat and walked under the moon.

In the past year, it was rare to be as leisurely as now. After a short break, there will be a new battle.

Mori Owai entered PortMafia, and this new and old replacement in the dark kicked off.

She went upstream along the Tsurumi River, and walked unknowingly to the forest in the west of Yokohama City at the junction of mountains and seas.

In the island country, there are often remains left by suicides in the lush and vast forests, or some belongings.Most of these things will be neatly arranged by the owner, and those who are more civic-minded will pay attention to adding a suicide note on the put shoes to avoid the police.

Miss Rimbaud came here for a walk because the place is quiet enough, and the passengers lying under the trees are silent and good listeners—no matter what you say or do, they will not jump up to refute.

"call……"

She walked past the skulls of several "acquaintances", and suddenly there were small rustling sounds and some small movements in the depths of the dense forest.

Not surprising at all.

As long as they are not killed immediately, people will struggle before they die. This has nothing to do with wanting to die or not, but a biological instinct.

Miss Rimbaud is not a bad person who meddles in other people's business - since she wanted to die, she ran here to take action, of course she would not interrupt other people's pleasant journey.

Wait until you are out of breath before saying hello, maybe you will be a good chat partner again in the future.

However, today's luck seems to be not very good.Standing under the tree, Rimbaud watched as the black-haired boy with slender arms and legs somehow climbed so high, fell from the air, hit the ground with a "plop" like a ripe persimmon, and remained motionless.

What a pity.

Hearing the sound, he probably broke a leg, and was injured after failing to commit suicide. This can be regarded as the tragic story of last year.

There is a broken shoelace tied around the boy's neck, it seems that the owner has done nothing because of the quality problem.

——You must not pick up cheap things when you buy things, otherwise it may put you in an embarrassing situation of extreme embarrassment at any time.

That's how the boy is now.

Rimbaud stepped forward to pay respects to this brave man, and after seeing the other's facial features clearly, he was confused for a moment—it's not that she didn't know this young man. To be honest, a considerable part of her previous life was related to this man. What she didn't expect was that ... This guy really has the guts to play so big?

"Are you dead?"

The woman stood and looked down at the boy lying on the ground and asked coldly, the latter shook his head silently.

"Ten thousand, I can help you out."

She took out the gun and loaded it. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the boy's eyebrows, and the sound of metal knocking was extremely crisp.

This is really an unprecedented big discount, and the former customers would cry to death if they heard about it.

However, the young man silently touched his pocket again... It's so miserable, the sum of before and after is less than 100 yuan.

Not even a subway ride is enough.

Miss Killer refused to lower the price again.

If you drop any further, you won't even be able to earn back the bullet money.

The young man who was discriminated against because he was too poor had empty eyes. This was really hopeless, and he couldn't die.

Rimbaud glanced at the broken shoelace, the height of the fall that broke someone's leg, and the bamboo piece on the ground that just punctured and broke someone's arm but avoided the vital point.

"..."

He really tried his best, probably Hell didn't want to take over such a villain who could make a fuss in the future, so he was thrown in the world with nowhere to go.

Miss Rimbaud: "..."

The black-haired boy: "..."

Ah, trouble!

She scratched her hair: "Name?"

The boy moved, and blood oozed from his scratched forehead, and slid into the collar of his shirt along his cheeks that still had some baby fat.

After waiting for a while, he realized that he probably really couldn't die today. The pain and frustration forced the young man to open his mouth to answer the question: "Dazai, Dazai."

Well, she knew it was this kid, so she picked it up first, and then handed it to Dr. Sen to let the master and apprentice hurt each other.

……

The head of the family doesn't go home after get off work and spends time outside, and only appears at the porch in the middle of the night, holding a cub with similar hair color and similar eye color—if this guy hadn't given birth to a full-fledged oriental Face, I am afraid that the moment you enter the door, you will be kicked out by the two "seniors" who have already demarcated the territory here.

Miss Lan Bo twitched the corner of her mouth, and showed them the "one" boy who looked like a drowning kitten in her hand: "...other people's!"

"Big sister..." The boy who was carried back all the way raised his kite-colored eyes and narrowed his eyes, and he "meowed" maliciously like a cat, and there was still a bit of dry milk in his voice: " pain……"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "..."

Enemy!Before entering the door, you are well versed in the way of pleasing survival!

"Ha ha."

Ms. Rimbaud placed the wounded in the study used by Ms. Hongye. Whether it was bandages, hemostatic medicine, or bone-setting splints, everything was available at home. It was just a trauma, and it was not a problem for Ms. Killer.

The cub she picked up was almost turned into a mummy by her with bandages, and fell into a deep sleep after taking painkillers.

The baggy white shirt had turned gray, and the trousers were torn by branches and rocks.He looked thin and weak, and he didn't know how far he had run to finally get this place where he could sleep peacefully.

Rimbaud closed the door of the study, and there were two little ones sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"I said, boss, whose family is that guy?"

Chuya naturally felt a little bit of sympathy for things that looked pitiful. The head of the family also said that they belonged to someone else's house, so he naturally became curious.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, whose attitude was diametrically opposed to him, kept quiet with a black face—hmph, when ever there is a truth in a woman's mouth, no matter where women are, it's the same!

"A child of Dr. Mori's family, Akutagawa has seen that doctor, a black doctor in Leibo Street, and now he is the doctor of the leader of PortMafia."

She pulled her messy long hair back to reveal her smooth forehead and delicate eyebrows. At this moment, she saw that the usual masculine coldness was no different, and she was no different from any confused parent—— Leaving the mobile phone around, you will secretly throw away the vegetables you don't want to eat while the kids are not paying attention, and you will helplessly roll your eyes and forgive their naughtiness again and again.

Chuya was honest, and he was relieved to hear what she said and turned to ask Ryunosuke, "Do you know him?"

He thought he had seen Dr. Sen, and naturally he had also seen his child. He had never thought that Mr. Sen himself did not know when he was arranged for such a big cub.

Ryunosuke snorted and dismantled the adopter: "You're lying!"

Why didn't he know that the doctor had a child.

Haven't seen it, don't know, hum!

Emmmmm... One year older, it's really harder to fool.

Miss Lan Bo rubbed her forehead and sighed: "Ah... I don't know what to say, but this child... has a headache, otherwise I'd better just kill him!"

As she spoke, she picked up the fruit knife on the table and turned to open the doorknob of the study. The black-haired boy was lying on the soft and clean quilt, sleeping soundly, as if he had never woken up. His cheeks with baby fat made him look like a human and animal. Harmful.

Rimbaud knew he wouldn't wake up, and the amount of painkillers was enough for the kid to sleep until noon tomorrow.

Although the fruit knife was in his hand, for a professional killer like Rimbaud, it was enough to kill a defenseless child, and it was more than enough to kill most adults.

She approached, the blade pressed against the boy's neck.The bruises and bruises on the milky white skin are shocking. It is conceivable that if a cut is made from here, the blood will spurt out, and then the child will bid farewell to the world unconsciously—without feeling the slightest pain.

This is probably her greatest benevolence.

Rimbaud didn't kill the boy he picked up because of the rejection of his two cubs, but because he thought of all the headaches and troubles that this guy would stir up in the future, he was not good at planning and planning Ms. Killer thinks it would be easier to kill this source of all evil at the budding stage...

Even if you break the principles you have always adhered to...

The killer's hand shook twice.

Now it seems that Osamu Dazai, who will become the first victim of Yokohama in the future, is just a child, two months younger than Chuya.At only 13 years old, it seems a bit excessive to judge what kind of person he is destined to be in the future, even if she is as violent as Miss Rimbaud.

But...he is too troublesome, let's kill him.

The blade cut downwards, the skin of the neck was broken, and the blood seeped out. The artery hidden in the deeper layer was wrapped in a connective tissue membrane and bulged due to pressure. If it was directly pierced, it probably met the child's future expectations.

Obviously, the bottom line that he has been sticking to all the time, because this kid broke it, he is not reconciled no matter how he thinks about it, but letting him go is even more reconciled!