I'm such a big son
Chapter 23
"Boss, that... Since it's someone else's child, forget it, don't be so serious... Wow! It's bleeding, it's bleeding, it's bleeding! It's going to die, it's going to die!"
Zhong Zhong, who was hiding at the door of the study and peeped in, was also taken aback by the blood suddenly gushing out from under the blade.
He didn't like the frequent appearance of strange creatures on the site, but he wasn't self-willed enough to ask the other party to eat bento directly if they disagreed.Besides, even if you don't know each other, if you know each other, then you will know each other.The new guy looks like a jerk, the big deal, the big deal is that he doesn't pick on him, so he's so serious!
Ryunosuke, who was dragged over by him together, snorted from his nostrils, expressing his reluctant agreement with the "eldest son".
"..."
Miss Rimbaud's downward hand stopped, the fruit knife cut at a dangerous depth, the pillow was stained with scarlet, she turned to look at the two children at the door.
"Are you sure you don't want to kill him?"
"It's not necessary...Anyway, you always like to pick people up at home, not many more. Besides, isn't he from the doctor's family, and he ran away from home after being beaten?"
Zhong also quickly accepted the setting of Rimbaud picking up "other people's children", and took a few steps into the study: "Hey, boss, aren't your hands tired..."
There must be some discomfort in being so stiff all the time, but Rimbaud has long been used to it.Seeing that her own son built a ladder to get off the stage, she immediately slid down.
——Since Zhong also said to let this kid live, let him live.
The bloody fruit knife was thrown into the kitchen sink, and the poor "mummy" was wrapped with bandages around his neck. Two boys who watched "what happens to disobedient children" were sent back to the bedroom to sleep.
Tomorrow is not a day off, I still have to go to school.
……
As Rimbaud predicted, the cub that was picked up again slept until the next evening before waking up.When he opened his eyes, he saw the black-haired woman sitting by the bed wiping the parts of the gun barrel.
The eyebrows and eyes are somewhat familiar...
In an almost imperceptible moment, the pupils contracted and returned to dull and dim again. The boy lying on the bed asked back:
"Not dead...?"
He glanced at the elegant lady with a disappointed face. The other party didn't respond to this image of an abandoned dog that was particularly easy to arouse women's sympathy and maternal love, and even curled his lips in disgust.
"Make up the number, I can barely take this list when you become an adult."
It's a pity that someone's whole body can't save 100 yuan. No one will agree to this price, and even newcomers who have just entered the industry find it troublesome to use it to practice.
"……big sister……"
The young man who quickly accepted the new personality design was puffed up and acted coquettishly, but Miss Rimbaud was unmoved: "I have a doctor I know well. It's probably more appropriate to send you to him than to stay at my house."
... Please don't tell me that the doctor's last name is "Sen", okay?
The boy immediately shut his mouth tighter than a clamshell, his eyes widened as if afraid of being kicked out.
Well, it looks pitiful and cute, but in fact, what is going on in this guy's heart, maybe even the gods don't know.
Miss Rimbaud put her hands on her knees, fell back into the chair, and focused her eyes on the decoration on the ceiling: "Where did you come to Yokohama from?"
Many years later, no one knew any background of Osamu Dazai, "Yokohama's No. [-] Evil". Except for the impression of "many wisdom and near monster" and "the root of all evil", no one would have thought that he would have such a soft and immature look.
The boy bit his lower lip, his eyes were wary: "Who are you?"
Rimbaud knew in his heart that he was probably not afraid at all.However, this kid's acting skills are good, much better than the three cubs in the family, and he is almost fooled.
"Jeanne, Jeanne Nicole Attila Rimbaud, a native of F country." She narrowed her eyes and slowly raised the corners of her mouth. With the change of expression, her whole person changed from silent to shining.
"Little friend, let's be simple and straightforward, tell us where you are from, and let the police send you back."
"Hey, big sister, is it really okay for PortMafia to ask the police for help?"
The boy sat up, shrunk himself into a ball and hid under the quilt, with his pointed chin pressed against his knees, looking a bit natural...
——It is impossible to stay in a daze, and the grass on the grave of someone who thinks Osamu Dazai is in a daze does not know how many meters are high.
The boy tried to show his deciduous teeth as a threat, but Miss Rimbaud said nonchalantly, "Boy, this is Yokohama."
What else can the police do besides search for lost children and pets in the streets and alleys?
He shrunk himself back into the quilt again, only a pair of iris-colored eyes and a baby's downy feathers were exposed on his milky face.
...What a smart kid who will take advantage of any situation, strength or weakness.
It's a pity that Miss Rimbaud has already passed the age of recognizing people by faces, and it's not uncommon to see cuter children.The cub lying on the bed is not Zhongye, and even Zhongye hasn't been slapped on the back of the head by her.
Probably the only person in the family who has not been sanctioned by the head of the family is Yin.
"I see……"
The boy's long eyelashes fell down to cover the pupils, it was dark and there was no light.
——A child that no one wants, is not qualified to cry, and there is no need to work hard to act to this extent, who said that Dazai would lose face?
——This is just a brat.
Rimbaud once again tried his best not to embarrass the cub: "Okay, okay, ah...you can stay for a while."
Mr. Sen will not have much time to spend on this child recently, he has already picked it up...
The boy suddenly looked up at the woman.
surprise.
She is not as easy to arouse sympathy as others, and she is not a soft-hearted Virgin, nor does she have any strange interest in little boys.
However... even though disgust occupies a large proportion of her emotions, this woman still unreasonably took in a troublesome person who behaved strangely.
Jean Rimbaud turned out to be such a kind and honest man?
I'm sorry that he only remembered the solid eyes of this guy who answered ten questions and the scythe that he was given for free. He didn't expect that after the change of position, there would be a day when he would be picked up by this guy.
The black-haired boy hid his face completely under the quilt, and it took a long time before he saw the bulging pouch on his head move, which probably meant he agreed.
"I'm very busy with work during the day, and everyone else is going to school. You...you can choose for yourself, go to school, or follow me."
Let this guy stay alone in the house, and the house will probably be demolished when he comes back from get off work. Miss Lanbo, who doesn't like to move frequently and doesn't like to change the environment, can't do anything about this child.
He knew that it was equally dangerous to bring him by his side—at least, it wasn't so dangerous that he would sleep on the street with the cubs.
"I want to follow the beautiful big sister!"
The black-haired boy lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed like flying.
Miss Lan Bo privately thought that the complete form of this kid's supernatural ability must be to nullify other people's supernatural abilities and at the same time transform the supernatural abilities into her own blood bar.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have recovered so quickly, it's only been a day and a half!
If you have already said it, you will definitely not be able to take it back, so you can only bite the bullet and continue going down.Miss Rimbaud took out a cigarette from her pocket irritably, thinking of Ryunosuke's fragile trachea and lungs, she finally resisted the upset and stuffed the cigarette case back.
Tsk, you can't smoke at home.
"...Get up and take you to buy clothes!"
The boy's original clothes had been cut by Miss Rimbaud and thrown into a non-recyclable garbage bag when he was bandaging his bones. Now he can only go out in his pajamas.
The pajamas were Miss Rimbaud's spare clothes, and the sleeves and trousers were rolled up several times, which made the child look younger.
——For him to appear in the PortMafia building in such an image, Mr. Lan Tang, a quasi-cadre, can't afford to lose this person.
"Hi hi! Here we come!"
The black-haired boy suddenly cheered up.
I put on a triangle scarf to hang my arms inside, wearing an oversized dark pajamas and plush slippers, and stood in front of the entrance of my own accord, just like Alaska who was too excited to go out for a walk.
Rimbaud thought about the driving route, changed his clothes, picked up the key, opened the door and pushed him out, then drove the boy towards the shopping mall.
……
An hour later, they stood in front of the port building. "Mr. Lantang" looked the same as usual, except that there was a strange little tail behind him.
A gloomy boy with bandages all over his body, even one of his eyes was covered.
If it weren't for Mr. Lantang's traditional Gaul face and this kid looked Asian at first glance, most of the lower-level members guarding the gate thought he was bringing his own son here.
That negative and world-weary look is almost as if it was made by the same tire maker.
"Mr. Lantang, you are a little late today, what's the matter?"
People who gossip no matter what occupation they are in or where they are, they still gossip in the same way. Naturally, some people see these two people in front of each other and come forward to ask them curiously.Miss Lan Bo took out her lighter and lit a cigarette, she waved her hand at this colleague: "I picked it up during my walk last night, now everything is worth more than human life, heh."
In other words, this is an orphan again, or a disabled person.
It's no surprise that settled killers adopt orphans, most of whom have a hard time reintegrating into normal human life.Don't even think about marrying a wife and having children, you can only play with the idea of the orphans.
——Either pick it up and become an adopted son, or stay by your side as an apprentice.In short, he was prepared to be killed in case of bad luck one day, not to mention that someone would take revenge, at least someone would collect the body.
The more bloody the person is, the more afraid of the desolation behind him.
That is to say, judging from the average situation of the killer business, Mr. Lantang's behavior is not strange. What is strange is that the number of orphans he adopted is a bit too much. Is this because he wants to open a kindergarten?
Moreover, these children are not too young, they have already passed the period when they are the best to be adjusted, taught, and controlled. It is difficult for a few out of a hundred to be well-fed, and it is purely troublesome for their own cultivation.
The person who came up to ask the question shook his head in his heart, and quickly made up his mind: about the three children who were sent to the school were really raised as their own cubs, otherwise they wouldn't have paid such a great deal of money.And the one who stood in front of him with a gloomy face... was brought into PortMafia at a young age, so he probably had other uses.
In fact, Ms. Lan Bo just believed in the kid's ability to do things. She was afraid that he would blow up the house, so she had no choice but to take him by her side and stare...
It's really troublesome that [Disqualification in the World]'s ability is invalid, otherwise he would have been thrown into the subspace and let him squat in a small dark room.
She hates Elimination!
Zhong Zhong, who was hiding at the door of the study and peeped in, was also taken aback by the blood suddenly gushing out from under the blade.
He didn't like the frequent appearance of strange creatures on the site, but he wasn't self-willed enough to ask the other party to eat bento directly if they disagreed.Besides, even if you don't know each other, if you know each other, then you will know each other.The new guy looks like a jerk, the big deal, the big deal is that he doesn't pick on him, so he's so serious!
Ryunosuke, who was dragged over by him together, snorted from his nostrils, expressing his reluctant agreement with the "eldest son".
"..."
Miss Rimbaud's downward hand stopped, the fruit knife cut at a dangerous depth, the pillow was stained with scarlet, she turned to look at the two children at the door.
"Are you sure you don't want to kill him?"
"It's not necessary...Anyway, you always like to pick people up at home, not many more. Besides, isn't he from the doctor's family, and he ran away from home after being beaten?"
Zhong also quickly accepted the setting of Rimbaud picking up "other people's children", and took a few steps into the study: "Hey, boss, aren't your hands tired..."
There must be some discomfort in being so stiff all the time, but Rimbaud has long been used to it.Seeing that her own son built a ladder to get off the stage, she immediately slid down.
——Since Zhong also said to let this kid live, let him live.
The bloody fruit knife was thrown into the kitchen sink, and the poor "mummy" was wrapped with bandages around his neck. Two boys who watched "what happens to disobedient children" were sent back to the bedroom to sleep.
Tomorrow is not a day off, I still have to go to school.
……
As Rimbaud predicted, the cub that was picked up again slept until the next evening before waking up.When he opened his eyes, he saw the black-haired woman sitting by the bed wiping the parts of the gun barrel.
The eyebrows and eyes are somewhat familiar...
In an almost imperceptible moment, the pupils contracted and returned to dull and dim again. The boy lying on the bed asked back:
"Not dead...?"
He glanced at the elegant lady with a disappointed face. The other party didn't respond to this image of an abandoned dog that was particularly easy to arouse women's sympathy and maternal love, and even curled his lips in disgust.
"Make up the number, I can barely take this list when you become an adult."
It's a pity that someone's whole body can't save 100 yuan. No one will agree to this price, and even newcomers who have just entered the industry find it troublesome to use it to practice.
"……big sister……"
The young man who quickly accepted the new personality design was puffed up and acted coquettishly, but Miss Rimbaud was unmoved: "I have a doctor I know well. It's probably more appropriate to send you to him than to stay at my house."
... Please don't tell me that the doctor's last name is "Sen", okay?
The boy immediately shut his mouth tighter than a clamshell, his eyes widened as if afraid of being kicked out.
Well, it looks pitiful and cute, but in fact, what is going on in this guy's heart, maybe even the gods don't know.
Miss Rimbaud put her hands on her knees, fell back into the chair, and focused her eyes on the decoration on the ceiling: "Where did you come to Yokohama from?"
Many years later, no one knew any background of Osamu Dazai, "Yokohama's No. [-] Evil". Except for the impression of "many wisdom and near monster" and "the root of all evil", no one would have thought that he would have such a soft and immature look.
The boy bit his lower lip, his eyes were wary: "Who are you?"
Rimbaud knew in his heart that he was probably not afraid at all.However, this kid's acting skills are good, much better than the three cubs in the family, and he is almost fooled.
"Jeanne, Jeanne Nicole Attila Rimbaud, a native of F country." She narrowed her eyes and slowly raised the corners of her mouth. With the change of expression, her whole person changed from silent to shining.
"Little friend, let's be simple and straightforward, tell us where you are from, and let the police send you back."
"Hey, big sister, is it really okay for PortMafia to ask the police for help?"
The boy sat up, shrunk himself into a ball and hid under the quilt, with his pointed chin pressed against his knees, looking a bit natural...
——It is impossible to stay in a daze, and the grass on the grave of someone who thinks Osamu Dazai is in a daze does not know how many meters are high.
The boy tried to show his deciduous teeth as a threat, but Miss Rimbaud said nonchalantly, "Boy, this is Yokohama."
What else can the police do besides search for lost children and pets in the streets and alleys?
He shrunk himself back into the quilt again, only a pair of iris-colored eyes and a baby's downy feathers were exposed on his milky face.
...What a smart kid who will take advantage of any situation, strength or weakness.
It's a pity that Miss Rimbaud has already passed the age of recognizing people by faces, and it's not uncommon to see cuter children.The cub lying on the bed is not Zhongye, and even Zhongye hasn't been slapped on the back of the head by her.
Probably the only person in the family who has not been sanctioned by the head of the family is Yin.
"I see……"
The boy's long eyelashes fell down to cover the pupils, it was dark and there was no light.
——A child that no one wants, is not qualified to cry, and there is no need to work hard to act to this extent, who said that Dazai would lose face?
——This is just a brat.
Rimbaud once again tried his best not to embarrass the cub: "Okay, okay, ah...you can stay for a while."
Mr. Sen will not have much time to spend on this child recently, he has already picked it up...
The boy suddenly looked up at the woman.
surprise.
She is not as easy to arouse sympathy as others, and she is not a soft-hearted Virgin, nor does she have any strange interest in little boys.
However... even though disgust occupies a large proportion of her emotions, this woman still unreasonably took in a troublesome person who behaved strangely.
Jean Rimbaud turned out to be such a kind and honest man?
I'm sorry that he only remembered the solid eyes of this guy who answered ten questions and the scythe that he was given for free. He didn't expect that after the change of position, there would be a day when he would be picked up by this guy.
The black-haired boy hid his face completely under the quilt, and it took a long time before he saw the bulging pouch on his head move, which probably meant he agreed.
"I'm very busy with work during the day, and everyone else is going to school. You...you can choose for yourself, go to school, or follow me."
Let this guy stay alone in the house, and the house will probably be demolished when he comes back from get off work. Miss Lanbo, who doesn't like to move frequently and doesn't like to change the environment, can't do anything about this child.
He knew that it was equally dangerous to bring him by his side—at least, it wasn't so dangerous that he would sleep on the street with the cubs.
"I want to follow the beautiful big sister!"
The black-haired boy lifted the quilt and jumped off the bed like flying.
Miss Lan Bo privately thought that the complete form of this kid's supernatural ability must be to nullify other people's supernatural abilities and at the same time transform the supernatural abilities into her own blood bar.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have recovered so quickly, it's only been a day and a half!
If you have already said it, you will definitely not be able to take it back, so you can only bite the bullet and continue going down.Miss Rimbaud took out a cigarette from her pocket irritably, thinking of Ryunosuke's fragile trachea and lungs, she finally resisted the upset and stuffed the cigarette case back.
Tsk, you can't smoke at home.
"...Get up and take you to buy clothes!"
The boy's original clothes had been cut by Miss Rimbaud and thrown into a non-recyclable garbage bag when he was bandaging his bones. Now he can only go out in his pajamas.
The pajamas were Miss Rimbaud's spare clothes, and the sleeves and trousers were rolled up several times, which made the child look younger.
——For him to appear in the PortMafia building in such an image, Mr. Lan Tang, a quasi-cadre, can't afford to lose this person.
"Hi hi! Here we come!"
The black-haired boy suddenly cheered up.
I put on a triangle scarf to hang my arms inside, wearing an oversized dark pajamas and plush slippers, and stood in front of the entrance of my own accord, just like Alaska who was too excited to go out for a walk.
Rimbaud thought about the driving route, changed his clothes, picked up the key, opened the door and pushed him out, then drove the boy towards the shopping mall.
……
An hour later, they stood in front of the port building. "Mr. Lantang" looked the same as usual, except that there was a strange little tail behind him.
A gloomy boy with bandages all over his body, even one of his eyes was covered.
If it weren't for Mr. Lantang's traditional Gaul face and this kid looked Asian at first glance, most of the lower-level members guarding the gate thought he was bringing his own son here.
That negative and world-weary look is almost as if it was made by the same tire maker.
"Mr. Lantang, you are a little late today, what's the matter?"
People who gossip no matter what occupation they are in or where they are, they still gossip in the same way. Naturally, some people see these two people in front of each other and come forward to ask them curiously.Miss Lan Bo took out her lighter and lit a cigarette, she waved her hand at this colleague: "I picked it up during my walk last night, now everything is worth more than human life, heh."
In other words, this is an orphan again, or a disabled person.
It's no surprise that settled killers adopt orphans, most of whom have a hard time reintegrating into normal human life.Don't even think about marrying a wife and having children, you can only play with the idea of the orphans.
——Either pick it up and become an adopted son, or stay by your side as an apprentice.In short, he was prepared to be killed in case of bad luck one day, not to mention that someone would take revenge, at least someone would collect the body.
The more bloody the person is, the more afraid of the desolation behind him.
That is to say, judging from the average situation of the killer business, Mr. Lantang's behavior is not strange. What is strange is that the number of orphans he adopted is a bit too much. Is this because he wants to open a kindergarten?
Moreover, these children are not too young, they have already passed the period when they are the best to be adjusted, taught, and controlled. It is difficult for a few out of a hundred to be well-fed, and it is purely troublesome for their own cultivation.
The person who came up to ask the question shook his head in his heart, and quickly made up his mind: about the three children who were sent to the school were really raised as their own cubs, otherwise they wouldn't have paid such a great deal of money.And the one who stood in front of him with a gloomy face... was brought into PortMafia at a young age, so he probably had other uses.
In fact, Ms. Lan Bo just believed in the kid's ability to do things. She was afraid that he would blow up the house, so she had no choice but to take him by her side and stare...
It's really troublesome that [Disqualification in the World]'s ability is invalid, otherwise he would have been thrown into the subspace and let him squat in a small dark room.
She hates Elimination!
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