King of 25 Cubs

Dazai originally wanted to go out with me and go to Fyodor's place to improve his presence. However, after learning that he wanted to become a father, he was overly happy, showing an expression that was about to throw up, and decided to be honest. Really stay at home.

"I'll bring you whatever you want to eat tonight."

There was a faint light in Dazai's eyes, and his whole body hung on me, his fluffy head rubbed back and forth, his nasal voice was sticky, very like a coquettish voice: "I just want to eat Yuka, Can you~"

I had no choice but to hug him back, and said slowly: "Ah... That's fine, but you still have to eat before eating me."

This guy's previous living habits were too unhealthy. He was a picky eater, drank alcohol on an empty stomach, and practiced immortality all year round without sleeping.

I want to correct him so that he won't go bald or die suddenly.

"Then eat the noodles you made." Dazai raised two fingers, emphasizing: "Two poached eggs."

"Good~"

When I went out, I found a garbage bag on the lid of the garbage can downstairs in the apartment, which contained the chokers I lost!

After a moment of contemplation, I took a picture and sent it to Dazai:

[yogo: Dear Mr. Osamu Dazai, what is this? [picture.jpg]]

The reply from the other party was very fast, and I received it almost immediately:

【Osamu: Lovely Ms. Takaho Yuka, this is the rubbish you cleaned out yesterday~】

yesterday?Cleaning up?Rubbish?

I think he is talking nonsense with his eyes open.

And I didn't throw it far away, and I opened the garbage bag on purpose so that I could see it.

"When did he throw this pile of things out..."

Oh, I remembered, when I picked up the takeaway yesterday!

I bent the corner of my lips, repacked the garbage bag and threw it into the trash can, and then typed on the phone:

[yogo: Yes, I threw it, I forgot [猫猫打头.jpg]]

Passing by a jewelry store on the road, the black and white cat pair of rings in the window immediately caught my attention.

I stopped outside the window, took a picture of Duojie, and sent it to Dazai.

[osamu:! ! ! 】

[osamu: Yuguo, do you want to buy this? 】

[yogo: I think about it a little bit. 】

[osamu: It's very beautiful, let's buy it! 】

I took out my wallet and found that I didn't have enough money to set up a stall.

[yogo: no money QAQ]

[osamu: ... I don't have either, the wallet fell into the sea when it arrived QAQ]

Very well, Osamu Dazai is still Osamu Dazai, and the character set of "Poor Floating Corpse in the Water" stands still.

Glancing at the pair of rings with great reluctance, I decided to look for an opportunity to do something big recently, to enrich my wallet that has never been rich since I came to Russia.

·

I always thought that Fyodor would find a way to escape after I left the hospital, and I was even prepared to see Akutagawa with a dazed face and empty wards when I arrived at the hospital.

Unexpectedly, he didn't run away, but just changed to another ward, which was still a high-level room.

Even the hospital gown on him was replaced with a child's fit.

"This ward has a private bathroom."

Fyodor said calmly, and then began to appreciate my loss.

Before I came, Fyodor had even folded the quilt, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed very obediently at the moment, with his short legs that could not reach the floor hanging naturally on the edge of the bed, looking very suitable for a six or seven-year-old child Body.

It took him a day and a night to quickly accept the fact that he had become smaller.

I suspect he didn't run because of this moment.

I curled my lips, feeling really disappointed that the diapers I had prepared were useless.

"If you want to ask about diapers..."

Fyodor pointed to Akutagawa: "He used it."

I turned my head, only to see Akutagawa coughing twice, and said solemnly: "I want to watch him, I don't have time to go to the toilet."

I covered my face and moaned with a headache: "Akutagawa, you..."

Are you sent by heaven to lower the average IQ of you and Dazai master and apprentice?

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's nothing."

I turned my head back and said to Fyodor expressionlessly: "Let's go, I'll discharge you from the hospital."

Fyodor jumped out of bed, and said plainly, "I'm here to wait for you."

I tilted my head: "What am I waiting for?"

"You said before, please give me more advice these two days."

Fyodor looked at me with dark pupils: "But you left and never came back."

Playing the emotional card again, right?

I believe you bastard, you are a very bad guy next door!

I was thinking without his interference at all, and then pretended to be surprised: "Tuo Xiaotaro, I didn't expect you to be a child who can't live without mother?!"

Fyodor: "..."

"Are you planning to go out in hospital clothes? Why don't you wear the floral dress that your mother gave you? It was specially selected by your mother for a long time, it matches your temperament!"

Probably because he had developed an antibody against my mental pollution, Fyodor folded the previous cloak in half and put it on his body without changing his expression: "Are you still going?"

We unexpectedly met Natasha at the hospital gate.

She didn't see me at first, she just lowered her head and carefully packed a piece of crumpled paper into her satchel.

Originally Fyodor was beside me, and I wanted to pretend I didn't see Natasha, but she raised her head and glanced casually: "Maria?"

"Natasha!"

I just smiled and waved to her.

"Maria, why are you here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed Fyodor beside me, her eyes suddenly widened: "He is..."

"Uh, his name is Tuo Xiaotaro, it's me—"

"I know!" Natasha tapped her palm, "He must be Feodova's child!"

Oh my God, I almost forgot that there was once a beautiful Siberian girl named Feodova Dostoyevskaya... How well Feodova danced the hula back then!

Fyodor glanced at me with a half-smile, not intending to explain at all.

I touched my nose and said helplessly: "Yes, he is Feodova's son, named 'Tuo Xiaotaro'."

Natasha squatted down and looked at Fyodor, and thoughtfully said: "I still remember the appearance of Fyodova back then, I didn't expect her child to be so big, and she looks as good-looking as her mother... No , should be said to be exactly the same."

This is me, can it be different!

"Wait?" Natasha raised her head: "Why is Feodova's son called Totaro? Is the child's father Japanese?"

"Well, yes."

"There is still someone named Tuo..." Natasha said to herself, then changed the subject: "I haven't seen Feodova for a long time, is she also in Moscow? What are you doing now? Yes Time for us to get together?"

"Well, Fyodova, she's dead."

I made up a complete nonsense story: "Fyodova was deceived by a scumbag, and she insisted on giving birth to the child after she found out she was pregnant. Unexpectedly, she suffered from postpartum hemorrhage and was not rescued. The child was born without parents. Fyodova's friend took the child with me to raise him."

I think normal people should feel pity and sympathy when they hear this story, and even feel distressed, and as an old friend of the child's mother, it should be even more so.

But Natasha's expression was very strange. She looked a little dazed, as if thinking of something, and the eyes that fell on Fyodor's face were unusual...sad, and inexplicable empathy.

"That's right..." She stroked her hair blown away by the wind, and said softly, "It's a pity."

After saying this, Natasha stood up: "We exchanged contact information before, if you have anything to do, you can feel free to me, don't be embarrassed."

Then his eyes fell on Fyodor's face again, he hesitated for a moment, and reached out to rub his hair.

"You have to be good too." Natasha pursed her lips and said softly, "Take your mother's share and live well."

Looking at the back of Natasha leaving, I frowned.

Something is wrong with her.

"The piece of paper she stuffed into the bag before was the death certificate issued by the hospital."

Fyodor spoke suddenly, with a calm tone, not at all like a six or seven-year-old child.

death certificate?

I remember Natasha was an orphan, whose death certificate is this?

"The experience of 'Fyodova' reminded her of her own experience."

Fyodor's tone was slightly mocking.

I was suddenly alert, and glanced at him: "Take back the bad water in your mind, and don't move her."

"Don't worry, knowing that you can go back in time to save people, I won't do useless work."

Then he gave me a sarcastic look: "You use your own 'death' to save those people, but they will never know what they have faced and who has fought for them. Is it worth it? ?”

"Nothing is worth it or not." I wrote lightly: "I want them to live, and they want to live, and that's enough."

"What a great and selfless idea." Fyodor sneered: "Are you such a kind person?"

"How do you know I'm not?" I raised my eyebrows: "At least the people I rescued liked me very much, and everyone's likes add up to a heavy love."

"You don't need such a patchwork of love." Fyodor said indifferently: "If you can only look at me, I am willing to give you my whole heart——"

I suddenly interrupted him, looked directly at the past, and said in a firm tone: "I have found someone who is willing to give me ten points. Similarly, I am willing to give him my own ten points. But even if there is no such person, I will not be with you again." There's something emotionally involved."

"Fyodor, you don't love me, you just act like you love me for your own purposes, and you may not even be too lazy to put on a full set. You claim to be a god, emphasizing that God loves the world, but who are you? You don’t love anyone, and in your eyes, people in the world can only be divided into three types: usable, unusable, and dead.”

"Of course—" I changed my voice, nodded seriously, and said solemnly: "No matter what immoral things you do, son, mother will love you, after all, I am your mother!"

"Really?" Fyodor asked without emotion: "Mom, the pocket money you owe me these years, when are you going to repay it?"

"..." I replied to him coldly: "Mom has no money, so I will go to your father!"

·

I followed Fyodor back to the stronghold of the "Rat of the Dead House".

Speaking of which, Dazai found out the location of this stronghold.

Before going out, we discussed the assignment of tasks. Dazai's task is to help the Russian government monitor the demon Fyodor; and my task is to catch the grapes.

Considering that he escaped without catching grapes last time, he will only be more wary of me in the future, and I need to settle some personal grievances with Fyodor, so Dazai and I simply changed the mission.

I don't know what Fyodor was thinking, he just brought me into the stronghold of the Rat of the Dead House so openly.

The stronghold was built in an underground abandoned subway station. When Fyodor and I walked in, the first action of everyone was to raise their guns, followed by surprised expressions on their faces.

"Women and children? How did you get in here?"

"Is this woman white hair? Could it be that the leader's collection of white hair has flared up again?"

"Does anyone think this kid is a bit like a leader?"

Among them, a man with a big brain stared at Fyodor's face for a while, and was shocked: "Could it be the son of the leader?!"

The people around said in unison:

"What? Can the leader have children?"

I:"……"

Turning his head to glance at Fyodor, he frowned slightly, showing a rare distressed expression.

"Ahem!" I cleared my throat, and put my hand on Fyodor's shoulder: "That's right, this kid is your young master, and his name is Tuo Xiaotaro."

Subordinates: "This appearance... still has credibility."

Fyodor didn't care about my nonsense at all, and let me fool his subordinates. I have reason to suspect that he might want to use my hands to directly eliminate this group of stupid subordinates.

But having said that, I didn't see Ivan Goncharov in the stronghold, maybe this part is the bottom members.

So I recalled that the top management of "The Rat of the Dead House" seemed to be only Fyodor and his licking dog Ivan Goncharov.

This is an organization with a loose structure and relies entirely on the leader to fool around.

"Then who are you?"

A subordinate's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"I am your young master's mother."

"Are you... Mrs. Chief?"

The lead subordinate looked me up and down with suspicious eyes.

"Wrong, I'm not here to be the leader's wife." I hooked the corners of my lips, and said in a very arrogant tone: "Your leader was killed by me, and I will be your new leader from now on."

Subordinates: "???"

We ended up fighting.

To be precise, they wanted to kill me.

As soon as Fyodor "died", there was no leader in the group. This group of people didn't seem to be very loyal. The first consideration was to kill me and the "young master" and run away.

If I can't come up with a generous reward, or enough deterrence, I will definitely not be able to suppress this group of people.

"It's just a fight. I haven't been afraid of a fight since I went bald."

I hooked my fingers at the group of people and said contemptuously, "Come on."

Compared with the heated fight scene, the other corner is too quiet.

"Young Master" leaned against the wall indifferently, looking as if he had nothing to do with himself, watching his subordinates being knocked down one by one with cold eyes.

"Let's admit defeat." Seemingly aware that my journey was not easy, the subordinate who looked like the leader spoke first, with a somewhat cautious tone: "Leader, what do you want us to do?"

"Don't be nervous, what I asked you to do is not difficult, and it is very positive."

I took out a book. The cover of the book was very old-fashioned. It happened to be the book that Kunikida gave me in Butei before.

It’s just that this book is in a different language——"48 Weaving Skills: Weaving a Scarf for Grandson that All Students Say Well (Russian Version)"

Yes, this broken book has been published in eight languages!

I held up this book as if holding the Bible, and solemnly said: "Develop characteristic handicrafts and help gangsters get rid of poverty and become rich."

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-09-0718:57:14~2020-09-0823:53:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: bring a star, Huainan month 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: (ー_ー), 10 bottles of Lulululu; 4 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!