I'm such a big son

"If I chose to protect the child sealed in the container instead of plundering it, things would develop in an unexpected direction, just like you, my lady."

Mr. Rimbaud's eyes swept across Miss Rimbaud's face with nostalgia, and then returned to Zhongya Nakahara: "I was floating in the subspace and saw everything, the family I wanted no matter what, and love."

A few people stood in twos and threes on the broken and undulating ground like a spider web, and the white tiger cub rubbed around Miss Rimbaud's calf with a look of intimacy.She silently manipulated the ability to cancel the reading of Mr. Rimbaud, and the long-haired man had a serene smile on his face:

"My name is not Lantang. People in this country mispronounced the spelling in the hat, so they gave me this name after I lost my memory. Mr. Zhongye, you are not Huang Baba, I am afraid that you are trying to control Huang You are a human being chosen as a container. But your strength is not because you are an Aragami, but because you are a human. No matter what lives in your body, you have already become you, so that is already good gone."

Pale golden light radiated from his body to the night sky, and Mr. Rimbaud's figure gradually disintegrated. Before disappearing, he looked at Miss Rimbaud with indescribable nostalgia, and stretched out his hand to her, palm up:

"You and Vitaly are so alike. If she grows up well, she will probably stand in front of me like you at that time... Dear, if we don't meet in that situation, I am willing to do it for you. You offer the highest respect, including the heart."

"No, only the heart is not enough at all, but all life and praise. Jeanne, my eternal soul looks at your heart, lonely by day and burning by night."

"It's unbelievable that I don't feel cold at all at this moment... I have gained real freedom."

The golden color is gradually fading away, and the last silhouette of Mr. Rimbaud left on everyone's retinas is a reconciliation with life. He finally doesn't have to wander anymore and can rest peacefully.

Verlaine, who fell to the ground, stopped breathing at the same time. Maybe the two of them will meet in hell and then have a fierce fight.

After the battle, professional logistics troops filed out of the building. Those who needed to re-pave the ground, those who needed to tidy the lawn, everyone kept their mouths tightly shut, even if they were so curious that they were about to explode any sound.

Ryunosuke and Gin, followed by Oda Sakunosuke who stayed in the office to protect Ango Sakaguchi, captured the ordinary spies who cooperated with Verlaine in invading the reference room one by one. Miss Rimbaud was pushed into the treatment room, and Mr. Mori, who had changed into a white coat, was playing around. The scalpel is smiling but not smiling:

"Miss Rimbaud, the night is still long. Would you mind having a heart-to-heart, grown-up conversation afterwards?"

The blond loli poked her head out from behind his legs and gestured at Rambobi, meaning something like "Rintaro is a perverted villain".Rimbaud leaned back on the chair, his eyes flashed with amusement: "I suggest that you adjust the anesthetic to the upper limit, and the cadre Lan Tang will die in battle. This chance is rare."

"Unfortunately, there are not many rare beauties like you. Even if you just put it there to look good, it can beat the stupid faces of your incompetent subordinates. I still hate you very much."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to touch the broken bone, and mercilessly put Rimbaud back into two pieces of bone. Alice put down the gauze and bandage and took off half of Rimbaud's sleeve for a plaster cast. Her new look soon matched Dazai looks quite alike—Mr. Mori almost wrapped his lady cadre into a rice dumpling.

Rimbaud, who was covered in cold sweat, did not make the slightest sound, and the black coat with the smell of disinfectant fell down and covered her shoulders: "Okay, if you continue, I, the leader, may have to do it tonight... those children's necks are so fast It's been a long wait."

After Alice finished pushing the two tubes of anti-inflammatory potion, he put his hands in his pockets and opened the door to let in a bunch of cubs. He didn't know where to hide the sharp lancet.Rimbaud secretly touched the pocket of the coat that belonged to the leader...

emmmmm... empty, hey, stingy man!

"I seem to hear someone secretly scolding me, the poor man who pays everyone's wages, for being stingy?" He walked to the door, turned his body back and smiled maliciously: "Can I understand that wages can be deducted for any reason? ?”

"Then you will get a cadre who is on strike indefinitely, and an application for a part-time job that has already been written in the contract. I heard that Yokohama National University is recruiting French lecturers."

Rimbaud is not afraid of the salary cut threat from the BOSS, at worst, he will drag his family to live in the poor neighbor Peng Gelie, anyway, Bingsheng is not far from Yokohama.

Mori Ogai's answer was to pick up Alice and walk away. He didn't take Miss Rimbaud's words to heart at all—if she wanted to leave, she should have gone with her old lover just now. If there is a tacit cooperation in defense, who can keep them?

Watching Mr. Mori, whose painting style became more and more unscrupulous, leave, a group of cubs gathered around Rimbaud.Osamu Dazai took out a fountain pen from his pocket with a smirk: "Come on, I've always wanted to try this, line up!"

On the plaster of Rimbaud's immobile arm, he drew a tortoise that was torn apart and then put together again. As expected, Ryunosuke, who was standing in line behind him, thought about it and drew a black rabbit with long ears. He looked fierce.Yin took the pen and drew a small white rabbit next to his brother's rabbit, and Aden, who was finally wiped out by Dazai and turned into a tiger, drew a fat cat with the character king on his forehead crookedly.

Chuya stood in the corner with his arms folded and was angry. Even though he was staring at all kinds of small animals that were about to move, he still had the backbone to control himself so as not to move over to show his talent as an artist.

Oda Sakunosuke, who came to visit his injured boss, happened to see this scene, and asked thoughtfully, "So this is an important means of family harmony?" Ango Sakaguchi, who was following him, almost tripped over the floor tiles and fell in: " This kind of thing can only be done if the family is in harmony, Oda-kun! You have completely reversed the relationship between cause and effect, and this is obviously a place that needs to be complained about!"

"Oh? Is your relationship already this good?"

Rimbaud tilted his head and looked at the two important subordinates. Dazai suddenly moved between them like flying: "Dangdang! Add me, and you can form PortMafia's number one Mancai team. No way, I didn't want Ango. , but without him, no one would be responsible for complaining!"

"Hey! What are you equating me with?"

"Well...it doesn't matter, Odasaku, you draw one, and reluctantly allow Ango to draw one, so that we can collectively reject that little dwarf hiding in the corner!"

"Why are you so reluctant to come to me!"

The black-haired boy suddenly showed a dark smile: "Because...you are different from us, Ango."

After being reminded by him, Mr. Sakaguchi felt a little embarrassed when he pushed his glasses.Rimbaud raised his chin at the two, "Hurry up, I'll beat you up if you draw ugly!"

Oda Sakunosuke walked up quite naturally, drew a plate of curry rice with a brush, and stretched his hand backwards to make a "handing" gesture: "It's your turn, Ango."

Mr. Sakaguchi stared at that hand for ten seconds, then stepped forward and drew a pair of glasses on Rimbaud's plaster.

"Well, if anyone is revoked as a family member in the future, he will be removed from the cast!"

Dazai snatched the fountain pen and stuffed it into his pocket, perfectly missing the paw that reached halfway.Then, the orange-haired boy silently retreated into the corner again.

Miss Rimbaud yawned: "It's almost dawn, and Sakunosuke will send them back to sleep. They won't be there tomorrow. They are on holiday. As for Ango, you can go to work if you want to, and rest if you don't want to. You are free."

It was indeed a bit late, and once the excitement passed, the eyes of the two youngest children could hardly be opened.Oda Sakunosuke supported them and walked towards the elevator, deliberately ignoring Nakahara Chuya in the corner.

"I'm going back too, Miss Rimbaud, goodbye." Mr. Sakaguchi understood, and also walked out of the treatment room quickly. In the room filled with the smell of disinfectant, only Rimbaud and Chuya were left.

"Come here, you're too far away."

Miss Rimbaud moved to the hospital bed and leaned against the soft pillow, covering herself clumsily with the quilt with one hand.

With zero housework talent, she shook the quilt several times but failed to shake it off, instead entangled herself in it.Unable to see it any longer, Zhongyuan Zhong also gave a "tsk" and walked over, reached out and grabbed the quilt and covered Rimbaud with a shake, and took another step back, just sitting upside down on the chair she had just sat on.

"Don't take me for a fool, you bastard."

He put his hands on the chair, and pressed his chin on the back of his hands sullenly: "I've been looking into the matter of Huangba's vomiting, and you know the truth, but you still hide it from me. Is it interesting to see me running around like a headless chicken?"

"Also... You followed Ryunosuke to find me on purpose back then! Did you ever think about killing me?"

He huddled his face into a ball between his arms, and Rimbaud couldn't raise his right hand to rub his fuzzy orange hair because of the fracture and the cast.

"When I saw you for the first time, you were still floating in the culture fluid. That person was right. You did refer to his experimental data. It was a simulation after the failure of independent research...and then it succeeded. Paul , can probably be called your elder brother."

"So far the world line separates the two sides, travels in different directions, and then inadvertently intersects, thus creating the current situation. Haven't you discovered that no matter how huge the difference between races is, there are always almost countless differences between us. Are there similarities?"

Rimbaud leaned on the soft pillow and smiled softly and happily: "In any case, you are my pride. If it is to meet you, I am willing to make peace with this vexatious world, just like Mr. Rimbaud."

"He is the one who gives you life in this world, although he is more cruel... Maybe this is the difference between a father and a mother. Sorry, we don't have a father, and we don't know how to play the role of a good father. But Mr. Rimbaud has I tried my best to leave the highest affirmation and best blessing to you, Chuya, are you willing to forgive him for his killing intent?"