I'm such a big son

No matter who is soaked in cold water in winter, they will calm down.

Silver kept his head up, his lips gradually turning purple.

There are bright brown eyes in front of her, and in a trance, she feels that they should be blue like the sea, calm and stable, cold but gentle, making people drown in them unconsciously - looking at these eyes, the only activity of the mind is Agree with whatever she says.

"Thank you, Miss Lantang..."

Rimbaud opened the water valve to let off the cold water, re-plugged the valve and opened the hot water pipe, and the slightly hot current quickly wrapped the silver in it.

The older lady stood up straight: "I'll go and clean up the paint and toys in the room for you, don't be so naughty next time."

After speaking, he left Yin to digest the tragedy that happened before in the bathtub, and turned to clean up the murder scene.

I have to live here for a few more days before finding a suitable house.

It wasn't until the skin was soaked red and wrinkled that she felt her heartbeat calmed down and her sanity returned, but there was still a bit of physical nausea in her chest—she was indeed frightened, seeing the middle-aged man who couldn't wait to come to collect the "fee" for hot water The prey was kept in captivity by a more powerful being, and in a moment of resentment, he wanted to act in accordance with the rules of the jungle here: if you don't have money, you can use your body to repay, what a matter of course.

He came to the door while that strange woman and that son of a bitch were not at home, and who would say anything when he succeeded.

Silver was still a child.

Faced with her elder brother Ryunosuke's critical illness, even if she was prepared to endure everything, the overwhelming fear of things that really happened quickly buried her completely.

Don't be afraid, it's impossible.

My brother said, don't do the same thing with those women who always have men in front of the door; Miss Rimbaud also said that girls should cherish their bodies.

So, the middle-aged man blew over with a rancid smell, and she tightly clenched the vegetable knife in her hand...

……

Under normal working conditions, Rimbaud generally doesn't need to worry about the aftermath of the target, unless the employer has special requirements.Of course, this part of the expenses must be reimbursed. She only cares about killing, not burying.

But today, the cub at home killed a wild boar that broke in from outside, so he must first express his appreciation for her courage.

Silver is eligible for preferential treatment.

——By the way, the weak young girl is not as easy to be rubbed by others as she appears on the surface.

Tsk, so she is really not good at raising children!

The woman dug out the plastic hose left by the previous owner from the basement and tried to connect it to the kitchen water pipe. As soon as the water valve was opened, the cold water spurted out immediately, and the blood on the floor rushed out of the door little by little.

The blood area in the living room and the entrance was the largest, and it took the longest time to wash it. It was only after the entire floor of the house was cleaned that silver came out shivering, wrapped in a bath towel.

Rimbaud glanced at her: "Go back to your room and lie down, I will lend you a hand warmer."

Bloodstains and footprints are easy to deal with, and corpses are not embarrassing.There is nothing in Leibo Street. She is full of surveillance cameras. She opened the door and went out. She came back ten minutes later, facing the flooded floor and sitting by the window, and began to worry—it was winter, and the room was still damp. , the temperature dropped instantly, she was about to freeze to death!

Turn on all the air-conditioning and heating equipment, even ignoring the worry about the electricity bill that will be consumed, she put away the wine she brought back and took out a bowl of beef from the casserole before she sighed and stared at the floor to continue A look of melancholy.

"Oh...why is there winter..."

"Why did you come here for no reason..."

……

Yin fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, he heard the sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" fighting from downstairs that could not be ignored.She struggled to get up, wrapped her clothes, opened the door and looked down from upstairs—Miss Rimbaud grabbed her brother's ankle and swung him around, throwing him out.

"Trash, get up and continue."

The little boy quickly turned over and got up and ran forward a few steps. The cloth blade at the hem of his clothes pierced the woman's eyebrow without warning.A light golden cube appeared in front of her arm and easily stopped the puppy's teeth, while the other hand grabbed the cloth blade and dragged its owner in front of her without any courtesy and kicked it.

There must have been a big hole in the floor, Yin thought with a blank face.

"Is that your explanation?"

Rimbaud didn't let go of the cloth blade in his hand, the boy who was caught in the weak point had nowhere to escape, she went up to him simply and rudely and kicked him again: "Leave your young sister who has no self-protection ability alone. Going out to fight with others aimlessly, and then running back after losing a mess, are you an idiot?"

Ryunosuke pursed his lips.

It was completely beyond his imagination that his separated companions came together after being out of danger for several days, just as he did not expect that someone would come to bully Yin when he and Rimbaud were away.

This punishment is what he deserves.If Yin hadn't resisted or failed to resist, he thought he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

But don't even think about hearing words like "I'm sorry" or "I was wrong" from Ryunosuke Akutagawa, either way is impossible!

At most, secretly add an honorific after her name, and then there is no more.

After repairing the pup that he had picked up until it was shining like gold, Rimbaud put away his fists and sat down at the dining table to turn Ryunosuke around.For a while, he was asked to serve tea and water, for a while to clean up, and finally even the laundry and cooking were all pushed on him.

To be honest, she never squeezed this kid much.At the beginning, I did say that I wanted to find a servant who could do housework, but that was just talking.There are three people in the house, and she has to go out to work. Who will do the two little ones if they don't do housework?

Rimbaud is not a particularly particular person. The so-called housework is not heavy at all. It is nothing more than cleaning and cooking, and it can be done quickly by two people.

As for Akutagawa Ryunosuke leaving his post and sneaking out, she has always turned a blind eye.As for the child, it's definitely not okay to keep it locked up all the time. Yin doesn't want to go out, and if she wants to go out, she won't bother.

But Akutagawa Ryunosuke crossed the line this time.

Rimbaud didn't care what the boy was thinking, what he shouldn't have done was to insist on leaving his sister alone in the empty room knowing that she would be away for a long time.

Yin walked down the stairs slowly, and the remaining half pot of beef in the casserole was already hot.Rambo pushed Ryunosuke to cook the pasta she brought back, and when he finally arranged the pot, water and noodles where they should be, the woman lazily asked him to serve the meat to his sister.

Whether injured or frightened, there is only one solution here at Rimbaud...and that is to eat.A well-fed, heavy stomach feeling of happiness is enough to dispel fear and pain.

Yin's hands were cut several times by the kitchen knife when she resisted too much force. Rimbaud got some trauma medicine from her future boss while she was sleeping and used it on her.

——I heard that the person who needed these was a cute and stubborn little girl. Dr. Sen was about to make a move for a while, but reluctantly stopped in order not to scare away future subordinates.He repeatedly explained the technical essentials several times, and was so worried that he almost wanted to go to the clinic for free, but was blocked by Rimbaud's suspicious eyes...

Would a perennial killer not know how to deal with trauma?Stop telling jokes.

Leaving aside the invaluable personal hobbies of the future boss, right now Ryunosuke held back his longing for food and brought a bowl full of softly stewed beef in front of his sister.He paused for a moment, then turned around and took out the only spoon from the cupboard, came over and sat opposite her, and carefully stuffed it one by one.

Yin was caught off guard by his elder brother who stuffed his mouth full of food, and couldn't say a word of rejection, so he could only chew hard with puffed cheeks.Faced with this awkward way of apologizing, probably only relatives can reluctantly express forgiveness.

It took more than ten minutes for the Akutagawa brothers and sisters to finish this bowl of delicious food. During this period, Rimbaud walked to the kitchen to fish out the soft pasta, mix it with thick beef broth, and put it in front of Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "Eat !"

Originally thought that the content of punishment would include but not limited to starvation, the boy was stunned. He knew very well how precious food was, and it was also one of the laws of the jungle in Saibo Street that precious food should not be wasted on waste.

"I ate it when I came back yesterday, and it tastes good."

"You must be punished for your mistakes, no meat... but you can taste the soup."

The woman still looked lazy, as if she didn't care about anything, rolled up a thick woolen scarf and sat by the window shivering slightly.

The weather...it shouldn't be so cold, could it be that he is in poor health?

Ryunosuke, who would never refuse food, dragged the plate closer to him with such doubts, stumbling and stuffing something into his mouth.

He didn't eat before he went out at noon yesterday, and he fought hard with people outside to pursue the old territory. When he came back, he saw the wet ground and thought it was a broken water pipe.

Before he could find his sister and understand the whole story, he was caught and beaten up by Miss Rimbaud, and he had already eaten three meals solidly.

If dinner is canceled again, he can only drink more cold water to fill himself up before continuing to do housework.

There was a pile of used bowls lying in the sink, and a lot of dirty clothes accumulated in the basket, all waiting for him to deal with.

Staring at the young boy who was eating quietly for a while, Miss Rimbaud, who was sitting by the window thinking, didn't seem to want to eat dinner.

She picked out a bottle of red wine that she brought back today and opened it to wake up for half an hour. She didn't use any elegant wine glass, and just poured it into the bottle one mouthful at a time.

The woman's capacity for alcohol was excellent, and she hiccupped after a bottle of red wine, her eyes were so bright that they could drip water.

Miss Rimbaud stood up while holding the table, walked back to the bedroom and closed the door without looking at the two children at the table.

After a while a low-pitched ballad came from the room.

It was a foreign language that the Akutagawa brothers and sisters could not understand. It was hummed slowly on this cold and wet winter night. The sad and desolate singing voice was like pearls rolling on the tip of a poet's tongue.

"Miss Rimbaud, why did you come to Yokohama? Her nose is high and her eyes are deep. She looks like a foreign star on an advertisement."

Silver has never been to school, and there are no adults who are knowledgeable enough to be an educator around him. He is smart enough to use redundancies to describe accurately, but he can't think of those gorgeous words... He has never heard of it.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke slowed down his eating speed, staring at the half bowl of spaghetti mixed with thick gravy for a while: "Strange guy..."

She raised two children for no reason, and one of them was not likable at all. What was her purpose...?