I'm such a big son

It took about an hour and a half for a dinner. It was already dark, and you could see the brightly lit street directly when you walked out of the restaurant.

Rimbaud and Zhong Yuanzhong also walked side by side along the road for a while to digest food. During this time, the young man curiously asked about the old man's past experiences, and the long-haired woman smiled and only told some interesting legends in the streets and alleys, and others were more concerned about the beauty and nature. Description of the scenery.

"Whether it is Provence, Bordeaux, Paris, or other European cities, such as Sicily, Stuttgart, Hamburg, or London, they actually look the same after living for a long time. Maybe the style of the buildings will be different depending on the era when the city was built. And there are nuances...overall there's no real difference."

She slowly told the new and strange things in the distant place, and Zhongye's eyes sparkled when she heard it.

"I really want to see it. The world is so big, and there are more places that humans have never set foot in."

The boy's cobalt blue eyes were radiant, and his whole body glowed.Rimbaud smiled and nodded: "If you go, I have many friends who can take care of you... The only problem is that it's too cold there."

She was still afraid of the cold, but she looked a little better than when they first met, at least not surrounded by such a strong comedy effect.

After walking along the road for half an hour, Rimbaud suddenly grabbed Chuya's arm and pulled him into the subspace to hide.Through her perspective, the two saw the very familiar black-haired boy sitting in the back seat of the car like a young master, and Mr. Murata with a greasy smile sitting on the other side.

"What is that guy doing?"

No matter how you look at this picture, it looks like Osamu Dazai ran away with his new owner, and Chuya suddenly felt that his dignity as the eldest son was swept away-what is your situation, whether you are short of food or clothing at home, even if you are with a beautiful big man It's okay for my sister to run! Doesn't this kind of thing embarrass our family?

"Boss Rimbaud, I'm going to catch that kid back..."

It was her comforting pat on the head that answered him.

"Seeing is not believing."

Rimbaud scratched his hair indifferently: "Maybe it's a last resort, maybe it's a disguise, let him go."

"Why? When I saw it, I thought that guy was full of evil and sinister. Why do you believe him, Boss Rimbaud?"

If it weren't for being locked up in the subspace, Zhongyuan Zhong would also swear that he would let that motherfucker know who has the final say in the family other than the parents...

How can you get so close to the hostile people who raise people!

"It's okay." Rimbaud looked up as if recalling something, "Human behavior is very complicated. It's still the same sentence, if you can't figure out the connection, analyze it from the direction of 'rationality'. Dazai knows that Murata is about to be organized With his brain, is there any need to collude with this person? No. Then why is he walking with Murata openly?"

"Something unreasonable has appeared, try to think about how to make this unreasonable behavior reasonable."

Zhong also began to think, thinking very hard.

Before that, he generally didn't need to use his brain very much-he was too strong, he had never lost a game, and he got used to the crushing style of play over time, who would use his brain to analyze the enemy's routines?

No matter what you are doing, I will blow your rotten dog's head off in one go - that's probably what it looks like.

"Uh... um... that..."

After a series of meaningless modal particles, it was difficult to hold back the answer: "He did it on purpose!"

"The second irrationality. Why do it on purpose."

This time, the answer was much faster: "Because I owe a beating!"

Rimbaud paused suspiciously, raised his hand and gently rubbed his son's head: "Dazai is afraid of pain, so he won't let others beat him for no reason."

"Is that so?" The orange-haired boy thought hard again, staring at a certain part of the sky with his blue eyes, struggling to run the CPU, "Probably, probably to make others think that they are in the same group!"

"I'm a native of F country. I just saw a leaflet recommending this French restaurant before I got off work, so I brought you here to try it. It's not difficult to guess. If I guess correctly, Murata's activities will frequently appear in this area these days. area."

Rimbaud shook his head inwardly as he watched the car drive away.

What's going on with this child, like a black cat that fell into the bathtub - while crying "Help" loudly while trying to toss in a direction that is inconvenient to rescue.

"What do you do to convince others that they are part of a gang, and also to convince you of it?"

Rimbaud patiently walked slowly along the road, knowing the answer without saying anything, it must be——

"I'll kill this guy!"

Zhong Ye hit his palm with his fist: "Why do you have to beat him?"

"Win people's trust."

She smiled, "Not only let us believe it, but also let Murata and Dazai themselves believe it."

"Let's go, come here again tomorrow, I'm too lazy to move when I'm full, come back tomorrow and beat him up."

"Oh……"

"Why!"

Zhong also raised the brim of his hat.He likes the old hat that Rimbaud gave him very much, and he wears it on his head when he goes out. Sometimes he will "stick" it with special powers in case it will be blown away by the wind.

"Why do I want to beat this guy specifically, why do you trust him so much, Rimbaud?"

The long-haired woman looked at him with soft eyes.

"Well...to answer your second question first? As a mother, I always believe in my children unconditionally. It's probably the kind of situation where I know you will lie to me but I will choose to let myself believe it. Then the first One question, isn't that what a partner is for? To provide support, and rescue."

"Although I took the same action, I understood why I did it, or I found out afterwards that I had to do it after being tricked by the design. The feeling is completely different. Ha, the mood is also different. Let Dazai play for a few more days. Today we will go back to tidy up the villa and move. !"

Heh, let you boy Lang, go and have fun with the greasy uncle.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who probably understood what was going on, was also silent for a while, and then suddenly broke out: "I'm going to kill that kid! Don't you look down on my IQ? He's just teasing me!"

...It seems that he finally figured out the twists and turns, and he was really angry.

Rimbaud folded his arms and raised his eyebrows to watch him explode on the spot. After a few minutes, he reached out and patted his son on the shoulder—"Hey, let's eat more dried fruits when we go home. I heard that walnuts are good for the brain."

"Why do you say that! We can pretend we didn't see it, and let him wait..." Zhong Ye was obviously pissed off, and was thrown aside by the master again when his brain got hot: "I don't follow what he wants ,snort!"

"But... this was originally my job, to clean up the cancer inside the organization, and at the same time end those not-so-dignified 'businesses'."

It was the first time I found out how this kid was so funny, every time he poked it, his hair exploded, no wonder Dazai took pleasure in provoking him, this reaction was too cute.

Rimbaud almost laughed out loud, and Chuya became dejected almost visible to the naked eye.

"I see...Damn it!"

Did Dazai even count on this? I hate it!

Watching Murata's car drive away, the subspace disappeared after the supernatural power dissipated, Rimbaud stopped the taxi and returned to the villa where he used to live.The gate has been repaired, but the house has been exposed and is not suitable for continuing to live with the cubs, and she has to move again.

In fact, she can live directly in the office, but she can't keep all the cubs with her. PortMafia is not a kindergarten, and Rimbaud is not that big-hearted.

"You don't need to carry it," Rimbaud poured out a glass of water for Zhongya to sit on the sofa and drink slowly.She opened the subspace, except for the things that were already in the house, all the other parts were stuffed in without moving, and the work was called off within half an hour.

The two locked the door and simply walked slowly towards their new home.

"By the way, I think about it, but I still don't think it's right."

Chuya reacted for a long time before he remembered that there was someone else he hadn't seen: "Where's Oda Sakunosuke? Didn't you lend him to Dazai? Why didn't that guy act with him?"

Rimbaud looked at his dumbfounded son with an expression of "teaching the child to do homework and unfortunately suffering from myocardial infarction".

"Your reflex arc is a little longer... What Oda said is probably because of his face. Although he is indeed a good candidate for my deputy, no matter what he does, his face looks like a sarcasm. There is no way to convince Murata."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Did I just have a deceitful face?

The mother nodded without any hesitation at all, and Mr. Zhongyuan said that he wanted to explode something to express the "joy" of "being seriously praised".

"It's too much, really, it's too much. I will really be angry, I will be angry!"

The orange-haired boy was so angry that his cheeks bulged, and finally he was frightened by the power of the little black room, and hypnotized himself to turn over this article as soon as possible.

Sure enough, when they walked downstairs to the apartment where their new home was located, Oda Sakunosuke was sitting on the steps waiting for someone blankly.

"Yo, Oda, you're back."

Rimbaud greeted him, and the man who was basically a young man stood up and handed a bunch of keys: "Here are the keys."

"Ok."

Rimbaud signaled him to follow, and the three of them took the elevator to the door of their new house.

Oda Sakunosuke opened the door and handed the key to Rimbaud. Several people stood outside the door and looked in—except for a few pieces of furniture, the room was empty, and there was an upright piano opposite the fireplace.

"Fine, but what's going on here?"

Rimbaud lifted the lid and tried a note, which sounded fine.Oda Sakunosuke glanced at the records: "It's collateral for debt repayment, and it's counted together with the house."

"What did the owner do so badly?"

This is too unlucky, almost to the extent that even the little wife was lost.

The red-haired young man looked at the record and read it word by word: "Drinking, gambling and taking drugs, it is said that he is some kind of artist, crying that he has no inspiration and just messing around."

He put down the notebook and looked up with a straight face:

"Now that I'm in a nursing home, I might have some inspiration, I think."

This guy is exactly what Rimbaud said!

At this moment, I also suddenly felt that the image of the adopter was inexplicably taller.