I'm such a big son

Under the dilapidated corridor of a remote orphanage, the stained glass windows filled with strong religious colors are pulled into weird and cold patterns as the angle of sunlight changes.

The silhouette of a "male" with long black hair was deeply imprinted in Atsushi Nakajima's still young brain.

There was only ice in his eyes, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the center of his brow without hesitation.

I... just want to live!

No matter what, as long as you can survive!

Why can't such a small humble request be allowed, just to live, without other extravagant hopes.

The cub that was carried all the way suddenly began to struggle violently, twisting its spine like a feline animal, using its teeth and claws, sparing no effort to attack the person who strangled its throat.

"Really beautiful eyes..."

Even though his face was covered with mud and blood, the young boy's colorful eyes still shone with the longing for life.It is the persistence of trying to catch something with all your strength, and this determination alone is enough to convince the hunter to allow him to continue living.

Rimbaud didn't intend to kill this cub at the beginning, but now he appreciates it a little more. Looking carefully at this cub's fur is quite smooth, he is probably a good cub.

She squinted her eyes and pulled the trigger so quickly that the stained glass window shattered instantly, and the glare of the sun penetrated the corridor completely.The human trafficker who was directly shining on his face subconsciously closed his eyes, and then never opened them again.

——Miss Rimbaud started to act at the moment his attention was diverted, her slender fingers strangled her neck and exerted a sudden force, and the man whose throat and neck bones were all broken was thrown aside by her like a pile of rotten meat.

Atsushi Nakajima, who also fell to the ground, panted heavily, and found that his sight continued to rise as the altitude changed and finally stopped at a height that was level with the dean.

"You'd better start thinking about it now, how to explain the appearance of this kind of guy in the orphanage." Mr. Lan Tang put away the gun and weighed the boy in his arms, and looked at the orphanage who hesitated to speak. Dean: "I took this cub away."

No one dared to stop him, and the most unpopular child was "adopted" just like that.

Rimbaud walked out of the orphanage holding the child in one hand. The cub in his arms suddenly burst into sobbing and crying like a small animal. He didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, and soon the wetness stained the neckline of her shirt.

"..."

Forget it, take it back and show it to the medical staff.

……

Once again, Mr. Lan Tang perfectly completed the task and returned to the port, but unexpectedly went directly to the medical room for an unprecedented time.Just when everyone was making eye contact about what kind of powerful enemy could send this fierce man into the hands of the doctor, the leader who also heard the big news ran down with Alice by the hand to watch the excitement.

"Mr. Lantang...?"

Sitting on the hospital bed was a little boy with white hair and a well-behaved face, not Mr. Lantang, Hua Lantang of Gaoling.

Mr. Mori, who was only interested in the little girl, immediately looked away. His cadre "Mr." was standing in the shadows and staring at the child's exposed feet in thought.

To be honest, this foot is not at all like the fleshy and cute of a normal child of this age, it is so thin that the joints are protruding and covered with blue veins, and it is dirty and full of mud, dust and dried black blood.

"Is this child...?"

"Pick it up."

Miss Rimbaud spoke concisely, and Mr. Mori choked: "Another one?"

"Boss has an opinion?"

No, I feel that if there is, Miss Rimbaud may go on strike completely.

He stepped forward and turned the child's head to look back and forth, and touched the bones on both sides: "Oh, malnutrition, anemia, lack of calcium, I can't die. If you eat a few full meals, you can be alive and kicking. "

As if to prove that Mr. Mori is not a quack doctor, the child's stomach let out a loud and terrible bowel sound as soon as the words came out.

"Oh, he is really a good boy who will give people face."

Even though he didn't like boys of this age that much, he still brushed the little guy's fluffy hair, and the blond girl beside his legs with a curious face leaned forward and walked around the new little guy.

"What's your name?"

"Atsushi Nakajima..."

"Where are you from?"

"Orphanage, orphanage."

"Your bangs are so interesting."

"Is it……"

Tongyan Tongyu is cute and cute—if you don’t think that she is actually Mr. Mori’s life form with supernatural powers...

Alice stared at Atsushi Nakajima like a ripe tomato before letting him go around Rimbaud. The blond girl stood beside her and raised her head with big blue eyes: "Nai, Mr. Lantang, you were drunk last time. Why not call me Vitaly, who is Vitaly?"

The air suddenly stagnated, and Rimbaud's eyes seemed to be raining suddenly: "Vitaly, it's my sister. When I left country F, she died of scarlet fever."

"..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lantang..."

Alice, who stepped on the thunder, stuck out her tongue and nestled back to her master, Mori Ogai looked embarrassed: "Alice-chan is still a child..."

Rimbaud just wanted to slap this old man with top-notch skills, but in the end he held back his breath because of the large number of onlookers.

The person who already had a melancholy temperament was suddenly surrounded by an aura called sadness, and the drooping eyelashes trembled slightly. There was no heart-piercing catharsis, but they were dense like hairs wrapped around the heart, following the beating Brings faint pain.

"Ahahahahahaha, so, Mr. Lantang leaves work early today?"

In an instant, Mr. Mori realized his conscience and took the initiative to let the staff go back to rest, and took Alice to turn around and escape from the increasingly embarrassing atmosphere of the medical room.

Rimbaud: "...?"

What's wrong?

Too lazy to think about what happened to her black-hearted boss, she turned to look at the little boy with two bags of tears in his eyes.

"Little devil, can you stand up?"

"Mr. Lan Tang! You can regard me as Vitaly! I will live a good life! I won't die casually to make you sad..."

The little thing stretched out its little paws and grabbed the sleeves of her coat, and tears rolled down its cheeks one by one.

This... This child turned out to be a little angel!

Miss Rimbaud pinched the little flesh left on his cheek: "Are you a girl?"

Of course not, Atsushi Nakajima puffed out his small chest with some valgus sternum to show that he was a real man.

"Well my little man, maybe I should consider getting you a nice dress?"

She raised her eyebrows maliciously, and the rain-like melancholy was swept away.The long-haired "man" bent down, and Atsushi Nakajima's line of sight was occupied by a pair of bright brown eyes. The cold inorganic transparent body was dyed with a teasing smile. From these eyes, he saw himself at a loss.

The little boy blushed: "As long as Mr. Lantang is happy, I can..."

"puff!"

Rimbaud couldn't help laughing, and while standing upright, he raised his hand and rubbed his head: "You don't have to, you are who you are, don't do things that you will regret for the sake of perfection."

"Stay in the medical room for a few days first, and I will take you home after your room is tidied up."

The main thing is to turn around and stabilize the unstable factor.

Come back home!

Hearing this word, Atsushi Nakajima's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously up and down, so well-behaved that it made people feel sad.

The woman smoothed the frizzy hair on his head, lowered her eyelids with a calm expression: "Take a good rest."

Until Rimbaud left, Atsushi Nakajima still felt as if he was dreaming.

A strange and powerful being fell from the sky, rescued him from the hellish orphanage, and even planned to take him to his home!

This child has completely forgotten Rimbaud's threat to kill the traffickers together with the hostages. Even Rimbaud's act of saying that killing people will kill them and ignore the aftermath is understood as the "handsome" who saved him from the fire and water, with a pink face Looking forward to the future life.

Rimbaud, who became a "hero" in a daze, closed the door of the medical room and fell into the low air pressure like a blizzard again.

People passing by in the corridor instantly felt that Mr. Lan Tang was brought from the midsummer seaside city to the Siberian snowfield in January, and would be frozen to death in the next second...

She went to the elevator and pressed the button, with a solemn expression on her face, as if she wanted to kill Mori Ogai on the top floor, stepped out of the elevator car again, and suddenly thought of something, turned back and turned into the fire escape to open the vent.

Not long after, there was a loud clatter, and passers-by stared at Yueban and watched the cadre drag out a black-clothed boy from the vent leading to the roof.The latter tried his best to hold onto anything within his reach to fix himself, but in the end he was helplessly dragged away by the back of his neck...

Rimbaud didn't want to clean up the brats in public places, so he took Osamu Dazai, who was about to climb to the top of the building and took a leap of faith, down to the basement floor, and borrowed a "cozy" hut from Miss Hongye.

"Explain, the problem of painkillers."

Her complexion is very bad.

Drug addiction can be forgiven if it is caused by improper dosage of drugs, but Dazai's... can't be said.

Miss Lan Bo, who had a lot of experience in her early years and also encountered similar problems, let go of the black-haired boy and sat across from her, pinching the bridge of her nose wearily: "Speak, I promise I won't kill you."

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't...?"

There is only nothingness and numbness in the kite-colored eyes, empty and unable to reflect any reflection.

"If you don't believe me, you should be receiving Mr. Sen's loving treatment now."

Rimbaud sighed and got up, moved the stool closer, just enough that his knees could touch his knees.

"You're a smart kid. I thought you didn't want to be controlled too much, so I said... well, I'm just too lazy to care. Everyone is born with nothing but the body. It's your own thing, and it should be controlled by yourself. including life."

"A free and dignified death deserves respect and should be allowed. Therefore, I will basically not interfere with any of your actions."

She took out a page of paper from the inner pocket of her coat and showed it to him: "Your application for admission, the second year of junior high school, is in the same school as Chuya and Ryunosuke."

"Because you said you wanted to go to school, I believed it. Including this," Rimbaud stretched out his hand to smooth the boy's disheveled black hair, "Including the matter of painkillers, as long as you tell me, I will believe it."

"It's a mother's duty."