I'm such a big son

"Miss Rimbaud, the fried shrimp is ready~"

Gin knocked on the door and opened a crack to look inside. Rimbaud was already leaning against the head of the bed and fell asleep, and Chuya was trying to use his ability to make her lie down so that she could sleep more comfortably.

"Ah...Brother Chuya, you come out later to eat fried shrimp. I will wrap Miss Lanbo's and put it in the refrigerator. I can eat it in the microwave tomorrow."

The little girl lowered her volume, for fear of waking up the sleeping woman.

Yin was a little regretful, but she understood that Rimbaud really needed to rest, so she quietly took the door and left without saying anything more.

After a while, he also came out, and there was another black-haired boy in front of the dining table—in fact, he couldn't be called a boy anymore, but Edogawa Ranpo looked like a child, sitting opposite Osamu Dazai with his cheeks puffed out.Neither the emerald-green eyes nor the iris-colored eyes would let the other go. There was a plate of very beautiful and standard Japanese-style fried shrimp balls between them. The important point: there were seven shrimp balls on the plate.

There is no way, the plate is that big, and the prawns are also that big. It doesn’t look good to leave one less empty, and it won’t fit if there is one more. Who would have thought that these two people would degenerate to the toddler stage as soon as they met, childish Incredible.

"Randomly eat four!"

"It was fried by my sister, and I want to eat four!"

"I used my kitchen, and the shrimp was given by the president's house. I ate four at random!"

"If Miss Lanbo hadn't come over, Yin wouldn't be frying shrimp in the middle of the night. He would have to eat four!"

Osamu Dazai shamelessly classified Yin and Rimbaud into the ranks of "family members". The giant ship of family affection set sail as soon as it said it set sail, without any transition at all.

Nakaya came over and sat on the stool, and the plate he shared with Ryunosuke also contained seven fried shrimp.The boy looked left and right, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the controversial shrimp ball from the plate of the neighbor who was still arguing, and stuffed it directly into his mouth, then gave Ryunosuke four of them from the plate in front of him.

"If you wake Rimbaud up, don't eat any of them!"

The surroundings of the dining table immediately became quiet, and no one made any discordant sounds.

Mr. Fukuzawa also didn't like to meddle in the young people's interactions. He never ate such things as supper, but he didn't intend to spoil the interest of his adopted son, so he sat silently on the seat and moved his chopsticks along with him.

After eating and washing up, all the teenagers, no matter how big or small, were driven to rest. Yin happily found a place to lie down beside Rimbaud, and when he closed his eyes, he quickly sank into darkness.

A few hours later, Rimbaud woke up from sleep, with veins throbbing on both sides of his forehead, as if someone was holding a wooden stick and stirring vigorously in his skull—probably not brains but paste.

"Well……"

She sat up and looked out of the window. The deep blue sky was only dotted with stars, and a few birdsong made everything still.Rimbaud sat like this for a while, and the rustling of the fabric caught her attention.Yin huddled into a small ball, like a cautious little animal, and leaned close to her legs.

Probably due to the habits of life in the past, even when he fell asleep, he tried to maintain the action of protecting himself.Rimbaud put the girl who was about to roll to the ground and covered her with a quilt, then got out of bed and found a coat to put on his body.

Let's go get some water to drink, the stomach that has been ravaged by alcohol begins to rebel, and it is obviously so hungry that it hurts, but it still doesn't want to eat anything.

She swayed to keep her balance, her brain poisoned by alcohol kept screaming, her pale face and loose hair made her look weak.

Ah...don't drink so much again...

Like all hangover alcoholics, even top killers will lose absolute control of their limbs the next day after drinking too much, thinking sluggishly, limping, and acting stiff like a zombie.

The woman opened the door and went out. In order not to make any noise to wake the sleeping Yin, she closed the wooden door crookedly, turned around and approached the sofa in the living room, only to find the tall silver-haired man sitting there in a daze holding his knife.

"Mr. Fukuzawa?"

A vague female voice came over, Fukuzawa Yukichi closed his eyes and immediately opened his eyes to look over.

The clothes still looked untidy, perhaps because of a nap, the button on the neckline was undone again... He hurriedly turned his eyes and explained to her: "There are not enough rooms."

"In this way, I will cause you trouble."

Rimbaud pinched the bridge of his nose and walked past the sofa. Mr. Fukuzawa didn't look at her, but knocked on the coffee table: "Your adopted son is going to buy you anti-alcohol medicine."

"..."

So you're just sitting here staring at this bottle all night?

Rimbaud glanced at the coffee table, compared to the other side where he threw a few books, and finally chose to sit not far from the same side as the owner of the room.

She reached out to pick up the small brown medicine bottle, unscrewed the cap and took a sip without even looking at it.

"Ouch... this smell is really disgusting!"

At this moment, Rimbaud wrapped his black coat tightly and smacked his lips. His long disheveled hair and pale complexion minimized the aura of the whole person, shivering in the blackness, and he looked a little more pitiful.

Fukuzawa Yukichi fixed his eyes on the black hair covering her side face, through which she could occasionally see small and round ears.

Inexplicably, it reminds me of the pet named hamster that Ranpo once raised.She is obviously very fierce, but she is chubby, fluffy and cute... Miss Rimbaud in front of her is inexplicably similar.

It's not very polite...associating a young lady like that.

Only then did Fuze realize that Rimbaud was much younger than himself, to what extent?Maybe she's already started working for the government and she's just in elementary school... something like that.

Miss Lan Bo forced herself not to spit out the potion, put the bottle lightly on the coffee table, tried to stand up and thanked Mr. Fukuzawa distractedly: "I'm sorry to trouble you yesterday, I will take the children away later..."

I don’t know who threw some textiles under my feet and didn’t pick them up. Rimbaud stumbled on it. The hangover made her feet go limp. In order not to smash someone’s coffee table, she adjusted her posture as much as possible, and then...

Well, it's true that she didn't hit the coffee table, but she hit Mr. Fukuzawa, causing Mr. Samurai to drop his sword.

"Feel sorry."

The long-haired woman propped herself up on the sponge cushion on the sofa and tried to sit up, her long hair fell on the shoulder of the man who had been pushed down by her, and the air suddenly became ambiguous.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of tobacco and mint invaded the nose, Fukuzawa Yukichi did not move, his eyes suddenly couldn't move after seeing Rimbaud's clear eyes.

Bright brown eyes, warm and cold.Drunkenness made her softer, and she looked like a little girl.She was still a little girl, compared to him.

"Mr. Fukuzawa?"

The water in the young lady's eyes sparkled, she elegantly brushed her long hair, and pinched his silver hair with the hand that was originally on the sponge cushion: "What are you thinking?"

Her voice is like silky and rich whipped cream, a must-have part of the kind of Western fruit that Ranpo likes.

"Are you a serious and good man," her voice added a hint of teasing, "or do you want other kinds of thanks?"

The words "other types" were pronounced emphatically by her, and Fukuzawa Yukichi felt that the self-control that he had been proud of for most of his life was crying.

Ms. Rimbaud, is it the kind of banshee recorded in ancient books that walks under the Rashomon gate in Heian capital to lure passers-by to sacrifice their lives?

If it is her, it is not difficult to understand.

She is indeed a beautiful lady that makes people think. The mystery and danger make people unable to take their eyes away.

Miss Lan Bo bent her elbows and lowered her body. Mr. Fukuzawa's old face turned hot even though he had done nothing obviously, and was even a little dazed, like a shy girl who was bumped by an unexpected person...

Are the roles reversed?

……

"Huh? What did I miss?"

"You... that... Did we interrupt? Or go back first... Do you continue?"

Dazai Osamu, who also got up to look for water to drink, had a completely different attitude from Oda Sakunosuke. The former wanted to pounce on him to help him press his head, while the latter blushed and was at a loss.

Indeed, from the back of the sofa, Ms. Rimbaud and Mr. Fukuzawa do seem to be communicating between adults, but the truth is that the physical distance is only a little closer, and there are not so many stories at all.

"Pour me a glass of water by the way."

Since there were minors, Rimbaud gave up the entertainment of bullying honest people.She mercifully let the innocent Mr. Fukuzawa sit down, pinched her nose with her long hair behind her ears, "My head hurts... I won't drink so much anymore..."

Her attitude was too calm, making others feel embarrassed and continue to be embarrassed.Oda Sakunosuke went to the kitchen and poured water, and brought it to the boss's mouth respectfully. Rimbaud took it and poured it down, wiping off the water stains on his lips with the back of his hand.

"Huh... I'll leave at dawn, my whereabouts are exposed, I can't stay in other people's homes for too long."

Except that her face was still pale, she looked the same as usual. Mr. Fukuzawa, who picked up the knife again, frowned: "Is there any trouble, do you need help?"

"No, thank you."

"GSS has a supernatural power user who can track and locate. Although I don't quite understand the full form of the supernatural power, it is still very powerful when paired with a heavy firepower team."

"I'll settle this matter as soon as possible, and treat you to dinner in a few days."

Rimbaud stood up and searched for a hat, and finally Oda Sakunosuke told her that she put it on Nakahara Nakaya's head yesterday.

"That's it...then give it to him."

The bowler hat was given to her by her adoptive father Baudelaire. As a symbol of one of the members of the "Paris Commune", it is also the protection given to her daughter by the "father".

Now Rimbaud gave it to Chuya Zhongyuan, hoping that he would also be under this protection before he became an adult.

"Oda called Chuya to get up, half an hour to wash up, and then left."

It was just dawn at this moment, and she couldn't wait to go to GSS to collect compensation.

If you don’t have any money, you can pay the person with supernatural powers who dared to chase you. Anyway, this is the normal operation of the island country, isn’t it... If you don’t have money, you can use your body to pay back or something.

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