I'm such a big son

Finally back to his home, several children entrusted to Fukuzawa Yukichi have been picked up. When Aden saw that Rimbaud had lost a lot of weight, he cried "Wow", which made a group of children panic. Look sideways... what's going on?How did such a crying guy survive?

This is the difference between the orphanage and Leibo Street.In the orphanage, even if they are forbidden to cry, the caretakers will not beat the orphans to death for crying after all. Even if the education method is very problematic, the purpose of the dean is still to hope that the orphans will walk on the right path ...But in Leibo Street, this is very likely to happen, and the children have long learned to endure silently.

"Okay! Wipe your eyes and cry so loudly. Could it be that Mr. Fukuzawa abused you?"

Rimbaud thought it shouldn't be so. The man looked fierce in his eyes, but he was actually very gentle on the inside. He could only turn his back on people when he was bullied to the point of hair.

——More than treating him harshly, Mr. Fukuzawa almost confessed him.Ever since he came home from a routine walk at night and found that there was a fluffy and delicious "cat" in his house, Mr. Fukuzawa was in a good mood every day. He wished to turn this timid daytime into a "kitten" and instantly increase his courage by a hundred The double child stayed and didn't return it... Cat!Seeing him not only does not run away, but also a cat that pounces on him!

But for Atsushi Nakajima, no matter how much he got later, it was not as good as the rusty and tobacco-smelling hug in the orphanage. The warmth came out from the black clothes and blocked the cool wind passing through the corridor for him.

"Lan, Miss Lan Bo! You need to get better and don't die. If you die, you won't be able to eat delicious food! Huh...!"

A group of educated "cultural people" expressed their dissatisfaction with illiterates.

How do you talk?Will you say it?Don't talk less!In this way, Rimbaud won't listen to her at all, okay? You have to threaten her to die so you can't bully others!

"Pfft!" Rimbaud couldn't help but ruthlessly rubbed his white hair: "I see."

Naturally, dinner was soba noodles that had been agreed upon. Osamu Dazai hid in his bedroom and went on a hunger strike to protest. Of course, he would not really go on a hunger strike to wrong him, so no one cared about it.After dinner, the children played around for a while and went back to their rooms to rest, when someone knocked on the door of Rimbaud's room.

"Come in, huh? Are you hungry?"

The black-haired boy holding a super-large fried chicken bowl slipped in through a crack: "My name is Adun, I bought it secretly, and I won't give it to you~"

Hehe, am I the kind of person who will fight for food with the cubs!

Rimbaud despised him with his eyes. The black-haired boy snorted and shoved himself into a chair. He squeezed the fried chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth: "Are you back ten years ago?"

"Yes."

"Vitale?"

"Yes."

His expression became serious: "She survived?"

This problem is very serious. People who should have died survived. In other words, this is provoking the origin of the world.Rimbaud was playing with fire, so she was punished and suffered from the same disease.

"The world is fair, and equivalent exchange is always the unchanging rule."

Rimbaud rubbed it as a pillow for the back: "Vitaly Rimbaud, who was supposed to die of scarlet fever at the age of seven, was given up by her mother. I haven't changed that. She doesn't have that name anymore, and Lanbo The Po family no longer has any relationship, lost all memories of Vitaly Rimbaud, and continued to exist as a brand new person. I still lost my youngest sister, and it’s hard to say which one is more painful than life and death, but I want to send Give her a path with more options."

"It's cruel, Miss Rimbaud."

He "clicked" to bite off the last piece of meat on the chicken leg, and Rimbaud turned over the note in his pocket and read it again. With a flick of his fingertips, the note that fell slowly and lost its support was instantly divided into countless parts.

Dazai made a move. He had also seen this kind of attack method before, and it came from another person... who was inextricably related to Rimbaud.But he didn't say anything, just threw away the gnawed unrecognizable chicken leg and replaced it with a chicken wing and continued to gnaw.

After gnawing for a while, the black-haired boy suddenly muttered and added: "The slug has entered PortMafia, although it's just for Odasaku..."

"He'll be safe in PortMafia, and Chuya... is special, so special that even Mori Ogai will do his best to protect him."

She raised her head and closed her eyes. Finally, at this moment, the so-called secret cannot remain a secret forever.If other people talked about this kind of topic, she would definitely pretend that she didn't know anything, but right now she was facing Osamu Dazai.He is not a person who can have meaningless conversations, and he suddenly mentioned that Zhong also entered PortMafia, I am afraid it has some ulterior motives.

"Tell me, Miss Rimbaud, the truth that was buried by that explosion."

No matter how much information is read afterwards, it is impossible to fully restore the whole picture of the incident. The relevant persons involved either died or remained silent.European spies traveling all the way to Yokohama to arrest a man-made superhuman is equivalent to a billionaire sending someone to a poor area to grab a potato from a farmer’s field—no matter how delicious it is, it’s just a potato. Still so small!

Rimbaud sighed: "Before the war was over, someone proposed to put people with supernatural powers on the battlefield to replace ordinary soldiers. The number of casualties is really terrible. There are more and more world-class wars going on every day. Millions died, and the blood of all Europe was drained. It was rare to see young men in villages or cities, and even stronger women went to war. Under this unbearable weight, some Thinking about whether it is possible to create a weapon that is particularly lethal and deterrent to stop the war completely, and before the weapon is born, the trauma caused by the war will be borne by people with supernatural powers."

"Let's not discuss the ethical issues for now, because people soon discovered that although people with supernatural abilities are more useful, the number is too small compared to the overall population base."

"So there is the synthesis of artificial supernatural powers?"

Osamu Dazai, who ate up a box of fried chicken, found a piece of paper to wipe his hands, thought for a moment and added what Rimbaud hadn't finished.

"The experiment of artificially synthesizing supernatural powers was first carried out in Europe?"

"Yes."

Rimbaud turned his head and looked out the window: "And they succeeded. But this kind of thing can't be kept secret at all. The spies at that time were very powerful, and the intelligence departments of both sides were sieved by their opponents. Soon the battlefield became a synthetic The tombs of people with supernatural powers, as for how these materials and research data were transmitted to Japan... It is not difficult to understand, there is an alliance between the Axis powers."

Immediately after the end of the war, the research on synthesizing people with supernatural abilities was declared illegal and banned, because it was too dehumanizing, and transforming the same kind into weapons should not have existed in the first place.Moreover, the artificially synthesized people with supernatural powers are very unstable, either psychologically unbalanced or unable to control their power, and in the end it is not a beautiful picture.

But this is only a superficial ban, and the synthetic superpowers that have been manufactured are guarded as weapons that can affect the battle situation.There are not many countries with this technology. In order to ensure their own technological leadership, they reached an agreement after consultation that all countries that have not yet had successful cases must stop research and submit data and equipment, and completely terminate the artificially synthesized superpowers. Behavior.

Osamu Dazai stroked his chin and said clearly: "I know. As a defeated country, the island country cannot set up an army. Only the military and police are used to protect the personal safety of civilians. Naturally, relevant research is not allowed."

"Yes."

Rimbaud's expression became confused, like a small animal that couldn't find the exit of the maze: "The island country's research on artificially synthesized supernatural powers began in the second half of the war, and there have been no reports of successful cases until I received the task. .The war was over by the time we infiltrated and international agreements were in effect, but the research here continues."

"I didn't know until I saw the children floating in the training tank that my partner and I were going to do completely opposite things. My task was to destroy all the experimental subjects on the spot, seal up all the equipment and bring them back to the headquarters, while my partner... …What he wants to do is take away the results of the in vivo research, and other organizations will pay a lot of money to buy it."

"I can't believe that he would do such a thing, and make a wrong judgment under the intertwining of various emotions. I smashed the training tank and wanted to directly read that child as a supernatural life form in the subspace—enough Even if this child survives, he will face cold instruments and medicines for the rest of his life, just like a prisoner."

"But I seem to be reading the wrong token..."

"So the out-of-control force blew up the entire research institute, and even blew up today's Leibo Street?"

Osamu Dazai, who wiped his hands clean, listened to her description, so he didn't need to ask about the following things. There were enough materials and witnesses to prove the authenticity.

Rimbaud nodded slightly: "You should have known..."

"Yes, I already knew who the gentleman with the scythe was. Ah~ he's not important. Compared to a man, I still prefer Miss Rimbaud who is soft to hug... Aww!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was knocked to the ground by the pillow thrown by Rimbaud: "Are there any bastards like you who molested your old lady like this? If you have the ability, go out and kidnap a girlfriend! Every day, you can either stay at home, or Walking around girls, what use are you for! Do I have to support you until you are 80 years old!"

"Hurry up and find another home and clear it out for me! Overstock!"

The black-haired boy who discovered the new plot hugged the pillow and got up and wailed: "No! My girlfriend will send me a bomb if I turn my face, and my mother will beat me up at most if I turn my face!"

Rimbaud was tickled by his anger: "Believe it or not, I'll beat you right now!"

The topic took a weird turn in an instant, and even the original serious and serious style of painting was inexplicably off track, and the atmosphere became better again.