I'm such a big son

The purpose of adopting the Akutagawa brothers and sisters... Rimbaud himself couldn't explain clearly.

She's not one to ask for trouble.

In the beginning, he appeared inexplicably in Raibo Street, where he was afraid to avoid it, and met Ryunosuke Akutagawa. The reason why he would save this kid was because of the fact that he had met several times in the past.

To talk about her impression of this child...

It's really not too deep, it's probably just a troublesome person with a bad body but a strong head.

That's right, Miss Rimbaud's world line and time line have a little problem at the same time, and she has drifted from the original world to the familiar but strange Yokohama.

She doesn't like leaving familiar places, but things aren't going the way she wants them to, and right now...she's stuck in this world.

The woman took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and held it between her fingers. She held the lighter with one hand, and the small metal piece burst into flames.The slender fingers flicked a few times hesitantly, and finally threw away the lighter with a frustrated face and put the cigarette back again.

trouble.

She didn't like making changes in her life, but right now she had to accept this change, and even a large part of the change was self-inflicted-such as accepting the pair of cubs into her home.

Rimbaud pushed away the chair and turned around in the living room as if he was looking for something. The table, the chair, the kitchen counter... She had seen all of them one by one. She shook her head in dissatisfaction. The woman walked up the stairs to the second floor I kept looking down from room to room.

Her room only has a simple iron frame bed, a mattress, pillows, quilt, suitcase, and a writing desk with thin feet.

She didn't need to look at the empty room next door to know that there was nothing she wanted in it.

The head of the family turned the house into a mess anxiously, and even the dead would be alarmed at this moment.Ryunosuke and Gin, who lived across the street, opened the door and looked out at the same time. Rimbaud grabbed Ryunosuke and glanced into his room, then turned around and looked at Gin's room, let go of the two children and went directly Jump from the second floor to the first floor to start a new round of somersaults.

"Miss Lan Tang, what are you looking for?"

Silver couldn't quite understand her intentions.There are not a lot of furniture in the two floors of the whole house. Is it important to find something with such a great fanfare?

Rimbaud raised his hand to gesture at her twice, but felt that he couldn't describe it clearly in words, so he had no choice but to put down his hand and circle around again.

Finally, she set her sights on the shoe cabinet fixed to the wall with expansion bolts, walked over and bent down to reach out to the bottom of the shoe cabinet with a flash in her eyes.

The woman squatted on the ground and reached out to touch the gap between the shoe cabinet and the floor several times, and was finally satisfied.

The Akutagawa brothers and sisters looked at her in bewilderment. Ms. Rimbaud, who can be described as elegant and calm on weekdays, happily stuck her feet into the bottom of the shoe cabinet and tied her legs with a belt. She was dressed like this Lying on the floor in the entrance hall in thick pajamas, with his hands raised close to his head, mixed with a pile of shoes, he fell down regularly and then sat up again with the strength of his abdomen (how should the sit-up be described? ).

The two little things stared blankly for a while, probably understood what she was doing, and carefully moved over and lined up to do so.

Fortunately, the shoe cabinet was screwed to the wall, otherwise it would have been overturned by the strength of the three people.

The first one who couldn't hold on was his elder brother Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Severe breathing brought about a more severe cough. The boy lay there struggling to catch his breath. He could only watch his sister twist her body from side to side like a bug to make herself sit up, then lie down, and then sit up again.

Rimbaud persisted for 10 to 2 minutes at a stretch, with a fixed frequency, and even the angle of movement did not change.Adjust for [-] minutes after completion, turn around and put your hands on the ground, bend your elbows and push your arms to push your whole body up and down (this is a push-up!).

Another two 10 minutes.

The two cubs were lying on the floor in the shape of dead corpses, with nothing to love.

Finally found something to do to prove that life has not been changed beyond recognition, and the woman's mood improved a lot.

Today's job is very simple, kill a judge.

The employer specifically requested that the target die in a position where everyone could see it. It was more of a warning than venting anger. This is an act of revenge by the latter.

Rimbaud changed into his overcoat, picked up a soft cloth to wipe the potted plants on the window sill, and then picked up the box and went out.

Mori Ogai has not yet paid her salary, and the employment relationship has not yet started, so Miss Rimbaud has to go out to make a living of course.

The judge advertised "freedom and justice", and in order to show that he insisted on not colluding with the underworld forces, he performed a "morning run show" in Yamashita Park every day.

But Rimbaud knew that his mistress was specially tuned/taught by Takase, and he also knew that this guy's accusation of other Yakuza organizations' actions came from this woman's pillow wind-so what?No one is willing to spend money to buy her life, and the killer is too lazy to work hard. No one will do this kind of buy one get one free price reduction activity.

The woman found an office building with a suitable height, and the supernatural power made it easy for her to sneak in. After solving the surveillance, Miss Rimbaud appeared on the empty roof of the building.

The non-shedding chemical fiber fabric was spread on the ground, and she lay on it and turned on the mobile phone to search for targets with its built-in camera lens... This mobile phone is so easy to use, not only does it avoid the fatal problem of lens reflection when it is used as a telescope, Even if you are suspected, you can still pretend that you are actually a harmless voyeur...

Under the protection of the "bodyguard" provided by Takase, the judge is very recognizable.This guy is too high-profile, wearing a bright red short-sleeved sweatshirt standing among a group of black suits, only the blind can't see it.

Confirming that the target is as stupid as a prairie dog, Rimbaud opens her mysterious box.In addition to some yellowed book paper and a black bowler hat, there are various metal pipes and parts in excellent condition wrapped in oiled paper.

It doesn't take long to assemble the gun/support, and skilled people only need to count in seconds.

Then confirm the target again, calibrate, and finally open the scope lock.

A minute and a half later, the judge standing among the layers of guards suddenly fell to the ground, and most of his head was blown off.The visual effect is extremely horrifying, and it belongs to the one that must be thickly coded on TV.

The employer requires that the target must die in a public place, and Rimbaud is dedicated to making this deterrence a higher level in a horrible and bloody way.

Disassemble the gun, pack it, clean up the scene, destroy all possible evidence, and leave.

The deceased was a well-known political activist, and the local security force was mobilized extremely quickly.

At the intersection less than one block away from the scene of the crime, the police have sealed off the area, and anyone who wants to leave the suspicious area must go through strict inspections—this kind of blatant assassination is tantamount to stripping off the face of the general and the police. Stepping on the ground is tolerable or unbearable.

The young police officer with dark skin and blond hair has not yet graduated from school, but came to this city for a job rotation by chance during his vacation internship. He did not expect to encounter such a rampant criminal on the first day.

Standing by the cordon, he looked around the crowd, and suddenly reached out to stop a tall woman hurrying with a suitcase.

"Hello, please open the box, and the police will check it out."

He smiled and took out his police card and waved it in front of the woman, "Please."

The long-haired woman has ebony hair, snow-white skin, high nose and deep eyes, she looks like a European at first glance, her rosy thin lips are tightly pressed, she seems a little nervous, and her bright brown eyes are foggy.

"Please don't waste time, hurry up."

Mr. Police is very insistent.

Intuition told him that this woman was dangerous, as deadly as her beauty.

The woman straightened her back in silence for a while, and finally put down the box and opened it as if surrendering.

The crisp sound of the lock sounded, and the secrets in the box were revealed—a hat, some yellowed books and manuscript paper, and an old violin that was worn out...

"Can you play it?"

Nothing was found, the book was probably a collection of French poetry, the yellowed manuscript paper seemed to be something like a land deed, and the violin was just an ordinary violin.

But the police instincts were already screaming for him to run.

The woman looked a little angry and confused, as if she couldn't figure out why she was being interrogated even though she was so innocent.

"Please play a piece."

The young policeman is so persistent that he suspects these things are just a cover-up.

In the end, the female artist couldn't hold back the power of the country, picked up the powder box, dipped it, clamped the violin and played it softly - it was the prelude to Georges Bizet's "Carmen", full of women's contempt for men.

What are you!

Those who didn't understand applauded and said that the impromptu performance was really good, and those who understood it bowed their heads and laughed.The young policeman's face was a little red, and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or shame.

"Sorry, ma'am, my duties are limited..."

He couldn't help but doubt his intuition - she played the violin so well that she could make a living with it, she shouldn't be a suspect, but she was dressed a little strangely... Is it really so cold in Yokohama?

The other policemen brought a can of hot coffee over to adjust the atmosphere and helped their colleagues out: "Please drink a can of coffee. I'm sorry, this kid has just started working and is still an intern. Jiang Gu, hurry up and apologize to this lady... Ah, he must be charmed by you, ha! Have a good day, ma'am."

He motioned to the woman to pack up her things and go away. Miss Rimbaud, who insisted on finishing the song, wiped the piano and put it back in the box to cover it. She wrapped her clothes and nodded to the policemen as a sign of respect, and picked up her suitcase. He hurriedly left the scene.

——When cleaning the roof, the gun/weapon exchanged places with the piano that had been prepared, and she is currently lying in her supernatural power space.The pimples that may exist on the fingers and neckline of the cheeks have also been wiped off. Is it strange that there are tissues or wet wipes in the woman's pocket?

She warmed her hands with the can of hot coffee and didn't relax until she squeezed into the subway.

It was a bad day, but the job was done, and there was nothing else to be happy about.