I'm such a big son

"Sorry, my child is sick, could you please give me some hot water and sugar? This is money."

A young foreign woman with long black hair walked into the convenience store where Sato was on duty.She looked very strange, the dripping blood on her hair stained the floor he had just cleaned, and there were wounds on her hands and face that she didn't know how to make, but the sleeping child on her back looked peaceful.

"How did you get hurt like this! Do you need to call the police? Do you need to make an emergency call for you?"

Sato, who had just been admitted to university and came out to work to earn living expenses, went around the counter and looked her up and down, and his eyes finally stopped on the banknotes she put on the cash register—"Well, I'm sorry, we don't accept euros here, sorry..."

Yokohama has been a bit messy recently, and he doesn't really want to cause trouble for himself.

A violent explosion occurred in the concession area yesterday. The garrison and related military bases that were originally located there were instantly turned into mortar powder. The shock caused by the explosion even triggered a light tsunami.Immediately after the incident, the relevant areas were put under martial law, and countless official and private search and rescue teams rushed in immediately.

To be honest, they didn't seem to rush in to save people, but they seemed to be looking for something.To this day, many strangers ask from shop to shop if they have seen any strange wounded people.

In other words, is this foreign woman with a dirty face, only bright eyes and a child on her back, considered strange?

"My child is injured, and his father passed away in an accident yesterday. Sorry, can you give me some hot water? No sugar is fine, I'll leave right away."

She raised her head, although her face was pale and stained, she still couldn't hide her thrilling beauty.

Sato hesitated, Sato began to think, Sato thought hard, Sato thought very hard.

In the end, he still took a box of instant milk tea from the shelf that can be brewed with hot water: "Madam... Please give me your condolences. We really can't accept foreign currency here, and we can't give you change. You take back the money Go, I will use it in the future, I will give you this hot drink, make it for you, and feed the child some."

The young man quickly tore open the package and poured hot water into the paper cup. The sweet smell wafted out. The child who had just closed his eyes and slept immediately woke up and stared at the cup.

Sato instinctively felt that something was wrong.

This child is too quiet.There is no joy or sorrow in the cobalt blue eyes, as if nothing in the world can be seen, resembling a god on the altar and a baby just born.

But he obviously already has the appearance of five or six years old, not a baby.The young woman who claimed to be his mother was also clumsy, and she did not look like she had raised the child to such a big age by herself.

Suddenly, without knowing why, Sato felt very nervous, the woman in front of him was obviously weak, but the smell of danger became stronger and stronger.

He withdrew his gaze and hid at the cash register, no longer staring at the woman and child outside, and was hesitating whether to call the police when the electronic music at the door sounded, and the long-haired woman picked up the child and left at some point.The banknotes were taken away by her, and a legal two-euro coin lay alone on the cash register.

Makes people feel less pressured to compensate.

"……weirdo."

The timer alarm clock suddenly made a piercing sound, and it was time to refill the oden soup.The young man jumped up and ran to get busy, and soon put the matter behind him.

Rimbaud walked into Custom Street with a boy who looked like a baby on his back and found a daily rented house to live in. Most women who "go to sea" will rent such a house to settle down, and some will bring their "jobs" back to do .

The landlord thought that she was also a woman who was forced to sell her body because of her life. After learning that she was going to see a doctor for her child, she patted her chest and said that she would definitely introduce her to the most generous mother Sang. Signing a "film and television company" to make a lot of money... Of course, it doesn't matter what kind of "work" is being filmed. Everyone is an adult, so it doesn't matter if they save each other's face!

She just responded with um, huh, ah, neither agreeing nor refusing, she just said that she would wait for the child's condition to stabilize before looking at it.The landlord hurriedly prepared a statement of understanding and expressed sympathy for her "husband just passed away and her only son suddenly suffered from a strange disease":

"There must be someone to take care of the child, otherwise you will not be able to work with peace of mind. Don't worry, I will remember your affairs for you, and there is no rush to rush the rent. When you think you can, just tell me, and I will help you find a decent Cleaner job."

"You are such a kind person, thank you, I still have to get some food for the child, so I won't entertain you much, sorry."

The long-haired woman smiled cautiously, looking cowardly and timid, she had never seen anything in the world.The landlord was very satisfied with this pair of "good things".A beautiful but sickly little boy, some people just like it; as for his mother, although she regrets having a child at a young age, she can't hold back her good looks.

The most wonderful thing is that her husband just died, even if he is gone, no one will call the police to search around, and the business will be properly stabilized.

Thinking of this, the part-time pimp and part-time landlord smiled and said with a smile on his face: "The refrigerator is empty, what can I get for the children. Wait, I'll bring some sweet soup, you and the children are both Drink something warm. Remember to open the door!"

After sending the landlord out, the first thing the long-haired woman did was to lock the door, and the child who was placed on the only bed before her opened her eyes and sat up.Rimbaud looked down at him with confusion in his eyes.

He was one of the mission targets... that she was supposed to destroy.Everything else has been completely turned into dust and dust with yesterday's explosion.

Why is it so special to this child?

She doesn't know either.

He is the same as any experimental subject, suspended in the culture tank, and only has a number of A5158, which means the 150th and eighth experimental subject with A-level abilities.Although the report stated that the experiment was successful, it was obvious that some unscrupulous scientific researcher lied in a hurry to report the results. This child who could not control the threshold of the outbreak of the ability could not normally participate in the war at all.

No, it should be said that this kind of behavior of forcing children to go to the battlefield itself is unreasonable and should not exist.Once on the battlefield, children are no longer children, but soldiers, weapons, and it is no longer strange to be killed or used.

So, it's back to square one again.

Why did she spare the child's life?

Rimbaud didn't think it was unusual for his companion to betray him.People have desires, and having desires means that all cooperation is based on the same interests.Once the direction of desire is staged, betrayal will come quietly.

It's nothing to be surprised about, she told herself over and over again—the only thing I didn't expect was how far apart he and I were.

The moment the lie was screened out, that man was completely disgusted by her, and the temptation of money and status was just the final blow to smash the cornerstone of cooperation.

Anger, disgust, destruction, hatred... The turbid flow of negative emotions erupted, and she decided to pick a subject to read and kill her partner and lover on the spot to clear the shame, just A5158 with orange hair and blue eyes.Not because of his strongest strength and the highest degree of integration, but because of that ugly smile and those big cobalt blue eyes.

Probably... because he laughed at that time.I pretended to be a scientific researcher and sneaked into the base, and for the first time saw A5158 floating in it and playing with bubbles through the bulletproof glass.Maybe it was a little boring, he tilted his head to look at himself after spitting out the bubbles, and after looking at him for a while, the corners of his mouth stiffened and twisted to the sides, as if he was trying to make a "laughing" expression.

Therefore, she thought of him first when she chose to read the target.He couldn't leave the institute for half a step while alive, and he could go out with her to see the world with his own eyes after death. This was the most extravagant kindness she could give him.

She opened the devil's box, but there was only an innocent child in the box.

Black, power beyond the limit of human imagination erupted, and the two people in the battle had to use their own means to protect themselves.Due to the particularity of the subspace, she was able to stay near A5158, and the terrifying shock wave that had never been seen pressed out countless cracks in the light golden cube she was hiding in.

He was roaring, howling, and loudly announcing his arrival to the whole world, like a baby crying when it falls to the ground.

Everything around was burned to ashes, everything was engulfed by the black flame.The black flames and the disintegrating earth are like hell.Just like the label on his data report as an experimental subject—Aragami.

In this purgatory-like black storm spewing flames, sulfur and magma, Rimbaud, who activated his ability to protect himself, looked up and saw another scene.

Different from the land that is constantly being destroyed, behind the child shaped like a black beast, there is the quiet sea of ​​Yokohama.

Looking from a distance, there is only the sea, which looks calm and peaceful under the moonlight.

Gentle deep blue ocean.

Rimbaud suddenly thought, the child must be afraid, right?His consciousness has just come to the superficial level, like a baby born on the first day, who perceives that the world will lose his life in the next second, so it is completely understandable to feel fear and resentment.

He doesn't want to die, and he's trying to let go of that fear to prove that he still exists.

And it was her who caused all this.

Anger, disgust, destruction, hatred... so familiar.She'd forced these onto a paper-white baby, and then planned to kill the cub that had inherited all her fierce loves and hates.

"What have I done, I'm such a stupid bastard."

She stood up slowly, and slowly walked towards the child who had already burned a deep hole: "Sorry, I'm here, don't be afraid."

The closer he was to protecting himself, the more his abilities shattered. The child in the center of the flame seemed to feel something, shrank timidly and then raised his head and yelled twice, like a little beast scared by his mother.

Getting closer and closer, the subspace barrier in front of Rimbaud could hardly protect her, and the black flame turned into a sharp blade and cut her face and hands: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I won't hurt you again, don't be afraid Alright, good."

She gently embraced the struggling and roaring black beast with her blood-oozing arms, and pressed her blood-stained face gently on top of his head, learning a lullaby she heard from other people's house to coax children, humming hoarsely while patting his cheek back.

The black flame disappeared, and the sobbing boy curled up in her arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Rimbaud didn't know what was wrong with him, so he staggered away with the mission goal that he couldn't complete, and then hid in Tibet to avoid the various forces called search and rescue but actually search, and barely found such a temporary shelter...

The door was knocked at just the right time, waking her from her memories. Rimbaud went to open the door, took the pot that the landlord stuffed in and sniffed it. His eyes were dark and he pretended to be the same as before, and he coaxed him away and locked the door again.

It hurts between the lungs and the lungs, and if you move a little more, you will spit out some blood mixed with internal organs.But she can't die yet, she doesn't dare to die, what if she dies here, this unprotected child who came into this world because of her?

His power is coveted by others, his memory is blank, his mind is clear and pure... He will be swallowed, torn into pieces, and he will become the most innocent victim.

Rimbaud poured the sweet soup with added ingredients into the sewer. The child who just drank a large cup of hot milk tea was not hungry yet, so he just looked at the food that disappeared with regret.

"Go to the bathroom and wash you first, sleep for a while, we have to leave tomorrow."

She faced him with the gentlest expression and tone. The boy looked up at her, nodded quietly, and followed her into the narrow bathroom with his short legs.

"Don't be afraid, I won't beat you, and I won't hurt you."

The hot water made him feel very novel, and the children quickly and happily manipulated the water polo to rise from the ground into the air and hit the ground with a "snap".

Rimbaud washed his hair, squeezed some shower gel, rubbed it with hot water, then took off the only clean sheet in the room and stuffed him into the bed: "You have to remember, you can't just put your body Show it to others...or you will be screwed by a witch!"

A long time ago, she had heard other mothers use such words to scare the cubs who couldn't dress well, and she didn't even want to read it out to the orange-haired child in front of her.

The child who gradually got close to her was so frightened that his eyes widened, he twisted and retracted into the quilt, covered his buttocks with his hands, and nodded very seriously: "Remember!"

Rimbaud smiled: "I'm going to tidy myself up, you go to sleep first. Don't be afraid, just call me if you have something to do, I'll call..."

"mom!"

The child happily called out again: "Mom".

Tears rolled down, broken souls re-solidified, and the moment came back to life.

"Okay, I'm 'Mom,' so who are you?"

Rimbaud raised his hand to wipe away the blood-stained tears, the orange-haired child looked up at her seriously, and wrapped himself in the sheet like a little meat bug, he scrambled into her arms and dragged her clothes to climb up.

"It's salty!"

The child wiped his eyes with his small hand, and Rimbaud let him be naughty without avoiding it. The boy stuffed his tear-stained fingers into his mouth, frowned and stuck out his tongue: "The water in the eyes is salty."

"Well, yes, because I had too much salt for breakfast yesterday. Do you have a name?"

Rimbaud rubbed the little orange head dangling in front of his eyes, and the cub arched again: "Chuya Zhongyuan, I seem to have heard someone shout that before."

"Okay, Jeanne Nicole Attila Rimbaud, mother's name is a bit long, you can call it whatever part you want."