I'm such a big son

Slightly cool slender fingers ran along the fluffy and messy black hair, revealing the iris eyes covered underneath.Probably because of the sudden loss of bangs, the eyes become brighter, the pupils shrink physiologically, and the color of the eyes looks lighter, like brown crystals.

transparent, cold

- selfish child

doubtful, perplexed

He looked dazed like a person who suddenly found himself in another dimension, and then subconsciously wanted to shrink back into the shell.

"why?"

The young man grinned and put aside the mask that was stuck to his face and smiled viciously and frivolously: "There is no reason to be so tolerant of me, no, not only me, but also Zhongye...will be killed by our cooperation. It was you, Mr. Lan Tang, who died."

"Osamu Dazai's prophecies never go wrong."

Malice poured out of the child like bubbling black mud.

Rimbaud... Rimbaud took a deep breath, showing an unprecedentedly gentle expression, and then... holding the guy by the collar, he turned him over on the stool, put his five fingers together and used the "Wuzhishan Dimension Reduction" that all parents would use. "Strike method", "slap, slap, slap" according to the buttocks of this cheating bastard, fast and ruthless without stopping.

Osamu Dazai: "...Aww!"

This kind of punishment and a blow that humiliates more than violence is really unbearable for a sane person. Even if there are no bystanders in this small space to aggravate the pain caused by the punishment, Osamu Dazai's thick skin beyond the corner is a bit unbearable.

What are you doing!According to Rimbaud's character and previous information, shouldn't she become angry and shoot herself angrily... How could the gender change bring about such a huge deviation?

Spanking... As long as he can remember, from childhood to adulthood, he has never experienced it... Even if he used the "book" he hadn't seen it!

"You hit me!"

The black-haired boy wailed with tears in his eyes, there was no acting element in it, and he continued to cry with a terribly wronged cry: "You hit me! I want to run away from home! I want to be bad!"

"Ow—!"

Rimbaud responded with more forceful and continuous blows to the threat of this kind of brat.

"You still need to learn to be bad? You are so fucking bad that you still need to learn? Bully Ryunosuke? Trick Oda away and go fool around with Murata? Set me up? Run away from home? You have grown your skills ?”

At this moment, all the burdens of image and the like have been thrown away, and the only decency left by Rimbaud to Osamu Dazai is probably that he did not take off his pants-after all, he is not a brat, and he should respect the dignity he should have... So he changed his shell The son's boy wailed like a wolf and ate a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots.

The sobbing black-haired boy covered his buttocks with one hand and wiped his tears with the other hand. His buttocks were so painful that he couldn't sit still. He could only stand and sob like a poor little pity.

Miss Rimbaud sat down on the stool boldly: "Turn me around again and wait for the second meal!"

Osamu Dazai, who has been in the wind and waves all his life, finally understood what is called "Mother's deterrence", he sniffed and looked at the long-haired woman sitting opposite him with the cutest and cute expression.

"I took some painkillers, ran away with the rest, and tricked Murata into being kicked out of the house by you..."

"Then that idiot believed it?"

"Huh? You said 'idiot'! How dare you swear in front of a child! I'll learn how to be bad!"

"Shut up, where did the rest of the painkillers go?"

"You tell me to shut up, what else can I say... Okay, okay, I said I said..."

Miss Rimbaud's raised palm made him put away his eager skin.

"Murata not only has most of the business premises in his hands, but also has links to medicines and human trafficking, including a batch of paid arms. These are not important, what is important is the money that this person embezzled by taking advantage of his position over the years...probably Enough to build another building at the port, Miss Rimbaud~”

"Any organization can't function properly without money, especially after giving up some of its traditional sources of profit."

After Rimbaud finished what he had said, he turned back and said, "The rest of the medicine!"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Ordinary people who are desperate and desperate are the most terrifying, and what is even more terrifying is the "mother" who keeps chasing after the problem.

"...to Mr. Sen,"

"So you told Mori Ogai what you said to Murata again, and handed in the 'evidence'. Mori Ogai is an excellent ex-military doctor, and of course he can tell if a person is addicted to drugs. So... ...no matter what you're going to do, you, the first month of school, have to take time off for 'frailty' until you're no longer dependent, and that's it."

The expression of the black-haired boy suddenly collapsed, his eyes, nose and mouth were all squeezed together: "Ah...don't...Although most of the cubs are stupid, they are still cuter (fun) than stupid adults, I don't want to look at those stupid faces anymore!"

"There are no conditions to talk about! Or you can really follow Mr. Sen and become a medical apprentice."

Now as soon as she raised her hand, Osamu Dazai felt a reflex pain in his buttocks, and quickly shut his mouth and stood in the corner, looking like a little cabbage abused by his stepmother.

……

The torture room borrowed by Mr. Lantang to educate his son reopened the door, and Miss Hongye sat at the round table outside and fiddled with tea sets, surrounded by the cubs who had come to find a caregiver after school.

"Mr. Lan Tang, Mr. Lan Tang, have we moved to a new house?" Yin raised his hand to indicate that it's time to play his role: "Yin can help you clean up your room and cook!"

Miss Hongye lovingly gave her some hot milk: "Xiaoyin is such a good boy."

"Why did you all run over together all of a sudden?"

Rimbaud looked at a bunch of small heads with twitching veins on his forehead, and it took a lot of effort to resist the thought of turning around and going back to beat someone up again.

Chuya scratched the back of his head, with a puzzled look on his face: "Hasn't the new home been decided? Dazai said that you work very hard, so I thought I should help you lighten the burden and bring them all when school is over."

"Did you say goodbye to Fukuzawa-san?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I came over as soon as school was over, how could I expect so much!

"Well, those are minor issues."

Rimbaud brushed away the drooping hair, took out his mobile phone and made a call, briefly explained the situation and made an appointment for another two hours.

After hanging up the phone, Rimbaud gestured to everyone: "Two ten minutes, wait a minute."

He turned around and grabbed Osamu Dazai, who hadn't had time to slip along the wall, and returned to the torture room. The sliding door was slammed shut.

"Aww! I was wrong, I was wrong! I was really wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

Someone's wailing like killing a pig resounded through the sky in an instant, and Ryunosuke and Nakaya trembled together as they recalled the terrible experience of being beaten and locked up in a small black room.

"We're probably being tricked by that guy again, aren't we?"

"Yes, I was deceived by him again."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "..."

But Rimbaud had already beaten this guy miserably, thinking about it, he couldn't forcefully forgive him one more time... He was so refreshed that he could eat an extra bowl of rice.

"Mr. Lantang, do you have an appointment with the beautiful lady tonight?"

Twenty minutes later, Rimbaud dragged the black-haired boy with a bruised nose and swollen face out of the torture room again. Miss Hongye covered the corners of her mouth with her haori sleeve and teased: "Is my concubine such a mess of yesterday..."

"Honey, you will always be the white moonlight on my windowsill."

The love story of lying to the dead and not paying for the life came as soon as it was said. Rimbaud held Osamu Dazai who was still wiping his tears in one hand while bending down and gently "tweeted" Miss Hongye's forehead, and waved the other hand rather scumbag: "Go!" Now, I will take you to your new home first, and then go to have a big meal together!"

"yeah!"

The other three children were very happy, even Ryunosuke, even though his face was still expressionless, but the tail-like Rashomon behind him was shaking wildly.

Miss Hongye blushed naturally, she picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip with a coquettish smile: "I wish you a pleasant night~"

Rimbaud raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, then turned around and touched his lips with two fingers, just like the kind of prodigal son in a novel that people love and hate: "Thank you for your blessing, dear."

She just walked out briskly like this, not paying any attention to the terrified expressions of the onlookers.

OMG!

These two people really have an affair!Playing pretty wild...!

The first and fourth children soon drove to the new address, a one-story house located on an independent high-rise apartment.

"Give you an hour to tidy up your room and take care of yourself!"

Rimbaud ordered the four children to disappear in an instant. She rolled her eyes and shrugged.

——Just now I asked Mr. Fukuzawa to have dinner on the phone. Even if you have a family, you have to pay attention to your image. Miss Rimbaud opened the closet and fell into deep thought... Black suit, black suit, or black suit.

what's the situation?

An hour later, the whole family gathered in the living room. Miss Rimbaud was still wearing a black suit and long coat, with a blank expression on her face: "Let's go and have a big meal."

"Pfft..."

The snickers and whispers of the cubs came from behind: "Boss Rimbaud really wants to invite others to eat and thank you instead of fishing for the task target to solve the work?"

"..."

Concerned about her son, Miss Lanbo, who thinks about "how to strike" the most every day, paused suspiciously, went downstairs and started the car in silence.

The place agreed with Fukuzawa Yukichi was the small restaurant that he had brought Chuya to eat. Mr. Fukuzawa was very punctual, and this time there were two more people beside him besides Edogawa Ranpo.

"These two...?"

Rimbaud glanced at them indiscriminately. The blond-haired boy and the black-haired bob were both young girls.

"My first disciple, Kunikida, and... the members and Yosano."

After Fukuzawa Yukichi introduced it like this, Rimbaud acted accordingly.

All kinds of things add up to nine people, big and small. Rimbaud secretly regrets not taking Atsushi Nakajima, which he just picked up today, to make up the whole number...

"Anyway, thank you for your helping hand, the Akutagawa brothers and sisters have caused you trouble."