I'm such a big son

"Hey, Dazai-kun, what do you think should be done?"

"Although the weapons have arrived in Hong Kong, and three of the five major cadres have been found, there are still many small groups in the middle management who do not listen to the announcement, and the chances of financial sources and new protection agreements are slim...ah, am I not the leader? As for talent, I always feel like I wasted Lan Tang-jun's painstaking efforts. Sigh..."

It is not obvious that Mr. Mori, who has passed his thirties long ago, looks depressed, like a decadent uncle, resting his face on one hand and rolling his eyes, swaying behind the desk, and the girl in red skirt sitting beside him is pinching his hands. Crayon painting and drawing, a piece of paper is full of abstract human figures.

A black-haired boy in a long coat sat on the floor opposite her, also holding a crayon in his hand to paint and draw, the content was... more terrifying.The weird lines that can be called mental pollution finally formed a distorted portrait. Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up and showed the painting to the supernatural life form on the opposite side: "Alice-chan~Look! My self-portrait!"

"...!"

Alice shivered from head to toe like a kitten with fried hair, and immediately burst into tears and disappeared - she even took the initiative to cancel the existence, even ignoring the person with the supernatural power who set her up.

The leader not far away shivered at the same time: "Mr. Dazai... This is the seventh time you have come back from Europe. Are you really sure you want to develop into the field of painter?"

It's better to say goodbye, our PortMafia is not good at keeping this kind of invisible "weapon" that kills people, and there is no way to explain it to the outside world...

The person he wanted to persuade was as indifferent as the east wind blowing his ears, and even more embarrassing:

"I once had a friend, although I hate him now, but the guy was right - I should take up a new hobby, something a little healthier than suicide. Ah, of course it's not that I don't like suicide It's up to the children to make choices... oh~ you understand."

Dazai Osamu carefully clamped the new "weapon" on the clip of the drawing board, turned around and looked up at Mori Ogai behind the desk, showing him a "disappointed" expression: "Miss Rimbaud will definitely She will not question any of my actions, even if she sees these paintings, she will silently sign up for a painting skills course for me."

——So, Mr. Mori, that's why you raised the cubs and all ran away in the end.

The slug didn't run because it had short legs and was too stupid.

Mr. Mori looked away from his face, Dazai Osamu's painting level will probably eventually develop to the level of "Girl in the Rain"!He sighed and repeated the initial complaint, and finally got a response.

"There is no source of funds, the intelligence network is still being rebuilt, and you are not trusted by middle-level members. You know this kind of thing, Mr. Mori, so you don't need to ask..."

Dazai took out a new drawing paper, searched and picked a vermilion crayon from a row of crayons, pinched it and drew it: "Don't tell me you don't have a solution in your heart, I will cry for PortMafia and Miss Rimbaud .”

"There are many ways, may I ask you, Dazai-kun?"

Mori Ogai changed his expression, the previous frustration seamlessly transformed into a meaningful smile: "I want to know about your optimal solution."

"Ha ha."

The black-haired boy who had won the essence of Rimbaud's sarcasm snorted, and drew a child's stick figure with a vermilion crayon that was probably "a rabbit fell into a hole in the earth".He didn't intend to pack the painting tools at all, so he just stood up and patted his clothes: "Understood. It's agreed in advance that we don't work on weekends, and our family is going to have an autumn tour."

"Family hiking, I'm so envious~ I really want to take Alice-chan with me~ By the way, Ms. Rimbaud is in Binseori now, if it weren't for the fact that Vongola Judai also lives there..."

In the end, Mr. Mori gave up the idea.

I am getting old, and I have gone all the way to the territory of another old organization's young leader... Now it is not appropriate for PortMafia to have a misunderstanding with Pengelie, this is not a sensible and logical action.

"Well, forget it, let's talk about it next time. Then, I will leave everything here to you, Dazai-kun. Let me think about it, um... Dazuo-kun has reported several times that the guerrillas are short-handed, and we can't find them now. A more suitable candidate, you go in and stay for a while. That's it."

He picked up a piece of paper in front of him and handed it down. When Dazai passed by, he took it without looking at it, folded it and stuffed it into his pocket: "Let's go, get off work!"

Looking up at the sun still hanging high outside the window, Mori Ogai was speechless for a while.

Such a proficient and bold way of skipping work is really worthy of being a child raised by Miss Lan Tang's family...

No, this is just a built-in skill!

After skipping class all afternoon, the boy wandered around and walked into the long-lost Leibo Street. The voice in the Bluetooth headset indicated that the slug somewhere had started a fight with someone.

What?You say playing truant?Nakahara can escape, but Osamu Dazai can't escape, hehehehe, if he wants to be beaten together, he can find a shield.

He hummed an out-of-key song and walked briskly, bouncing and approaching the destination, and noticed the noise and dust made by the slugs from a distance.

The houses on Leibo Street are all longhouses made of iron sheets and planks. If you smash them casually, they will become waste products with no recycling value. In the dense gunshots, you can see the red light shining from time to time, and there will be an orange from time to time. The boy leaped into the sky and then swooped down and disappeared.

"Tsk tsk tsk, really energetic. Ah..."

Turning around the narrow and dirty downhill alley, on the "Wandi" open space near the center of Leibo Street, Zhongya Zhongya kicked down the last guy who was still standing, fell to the ground and lowered his head to check the soles of his shoes carefully.

Well, there is only a little blood and nothing else, and I can go home after wiping it off.

"Hey hey~ How is your barbarian spitting little monster doing?"

The sound of slapping came from not far away, and Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up straight and looked up, and saw the "black sheep" who had squeezed into the house under the only remaining telephone pole that had not been dismantled.

"It's you, it's settled."

"So, you were foolish enough to be tricked here. You didn't get anything, and in the end you had to spend extra energy to solve the trouble. Really, the brain function is degraded because of the superpower, so it is particularly slow."

Osamu Dazai stepped in front of him stepping on the flowing blood, stepped on Chuya's anger well, and then quickly diverted the topic to another place: "Go and pick up Miss Rimbaud tomorrow, Oda Saku The hair from the inspection has the results." He clicked on the light screen of his mobile phone, and the photo showed the conclusion of a test report. After the long data analysis, he wrote two lines of bold and black characters:

Support the direct blood relationship between sample A and sample B; support the genetic relationship between sample A and sample C.

"In other words, that uncle is indeed the 'Grandfather' I have never seen before. Oh, it's a pity that I didn't have time to ask him for Nianyu. He doesn't look like a man with a tight budget~"

Zhongyuan Zhong read every word carefully with his mobile phone, stood up straight and hummed out a sentence: "It's just an irresponsible man, it's not worth wasting energy."

The world has only heard of couples who broke up, but never heard of mothers and children who broke up. What's so scary, hum!

"That's right! What my grandfather is holding is Miss Rimbaud's sister? Do you think she will admit it?"

The child's facial features are very similar to Miss Rimbaud, but the only pity is that the eyes are blue, which are very similar to those of slugs. What kind of situation is this?Accidental "atavism"? Damn...

The orange-haired boy who was suddenly reminded of a possibility blushed, and his voice amplified unconsciously: "I won't admit to others, only Attila is our family, as for the others, let them die !"

Zhongyuan Zhong also angrily kicked the weapon thrown away by someone under his feet, lowered his head and raised his legs, and walked in a random direction.Everyone wants to know where they came from and where they are going, and he is no exception.Of course, it's not for some vulgar family reunion ending. Subconsciously, he has already realized that the things that happened before he has memories are probably not so wonderful. He wants to find out these things, just hope that those pasts will not reappear, and don't disturb the current life. .

Everyone thought that Miss Rimbaud was a strange killer who took pleasure in adopting orphans, including several children in the family.Only he knows that it is the adopted children who support her to firmly and constantly affirm her own existence.Only he understands how fragile the towering tree that seems to support the sky is.

This strange state of understanding or sympathy exists only between him and Rimbaud, as if they are really blood-related relatives-in fact, it is impossible.

The test report in front of him shows that Rimbaud is a normal human being with a clear origin, and the existence of Zhongya in the Central Plains, except for the consciousness generated in the chaos seven years ago, everything before that is a secret.He doesn't even know it himself, or in other words, it's nothingness that doesn't exist.

——I am a monster, hiding in the crowd, trying to make myself live like a human monster.

The beginning of chaos and darkness and the pale golden light were his first cognitions that were different from his "self", and then the whole world suddenly brightened, and there was an energy body labeled "Huang Ba Tu" missing, and an energy body named "Huang Ba Tu" was added. People from Zhongye, Central Plains.

If only I were really human, if only I had a blood relationship with Rimbaud.

He walked ahead step by step away from the explosion point left by Leibo Street, the blood stained by his footprints became lighter and lighter, and finally became flat.The young man slowly restrained his irritable and turbulent breath and returned to calm, shaking his arms as if nothing happened: "It's time to pick up those three little ones and go home, you go by yourself."

"Don't be so indifferent. Occasionally, I want to fulfill my duty as an elder brother. Go to the left, right?"

Today Osamu Dazai, who wanted to spread his wings on the verge of being beaten, easily glanced at the electronic map and walked past him. Nakahara, who was mocked for his height, had a vein pop out of his forehead.

XXX, one day he will blow the skull of this abominable guy with his own hands, so angry!