Started with a green hat for Verlaine

Aso also worked in the port mafia all day long.

Arthur Rimbaud sat for a while in a coffee shop after a failed investigation and failed phone contact.

The evening was approaching, and when they were about to go home, there was a slight movement between the two sides.

Ma Shengqiu also stopped writing, rubbed his numb fingers, and locked important documents in a drawer, or put them in the reference room inside the chief's room. He was about to take the private elevator to leave when he suddenly stopped and turned around. When he went back, he wore a pistol next to his body after a long absence.

Immediately afterwards, Ma Shengqiu was about to go home alone.

Mori Ogai took Alice by the hand, blocked him at the exit of the elevator, and said lightly: "Boss, Alice said that she misses you a lot and wants to have dinner with you."

Alice grimaces at Mori Ogai, who said that?

Ma Shengqiu also touched Alice's head knowingly, and said softly: "No, Lan Tang is waiting for me at home." Alice and Mori Ou Xing were inseparable, and Lan Tang didn't know Alice's real identity, nor would he. Wanted to see him take Alice's hand home.

Mori Ogai lowered his voice: "You should wear at least three bodyguards, or call Hongye-kun."

Harbor mafia boss coming home alone?

I'm afraid it's not a target!

Aso Shuya's eyes fell on Mori Ogai's hypocritical smiling face, and through the calculation of interests, he saw Mori Ogai's disapproval.Compared with the leader Mori in the original book, he is more than weaker in self-protection power, and lacks the ability to temporarily respond to the sudden outbreak of danger.

If he was careful enough, he shouldn't have walked out of the Port Mafia alone, shouldn't have lived outside.

As the power of the port mafia grows and the tree attracts the wind, if he doesn't provoke others, others will provoke him. There are many people who want to step on the position of the leader of Yokohama City.

"Okay, I lent Alice to me today, what about Ogai himself?"

"I spent the night with the Port Mafia."

Mori Ogai simply said that he was appalled.

Ma Shengqiu also nodded, brushed past him, and took the soft fingers of the blond girl.

"Alice, please."

"whee."

Alice hopped home with him.

This is the first time Mori Ogai has borrowed his supernatural ability. At the same time, he wants to use Alice's power to observe Aso Shuya's family.

Talk about a very "normal" thing - Mori Ogai has never visited Aso Shuya's home.

At the Whirlpool Cafe, Arthur Rimbaud checked out and ran into the off-duty people of the Armed Detective Agency. Among these people, there was no Ranpo Edogawa, which had to be said to be "lucky" as expected.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was slightly taken aback, it was rare to see Lantang appearing alone.

"Mr. Lan Tang."

"Well, I'm here for coffee, it tastes good."

The French youth who was about to leave wore earmuffs, hid his neck in this year's latest scarf, and shrunk his shoulders, as if feeling the cold wind outside after opening the door.

Fukuzawa Yukichi watched the other party leave, and had no time to ask about Ranpo's situation abroad.

Forget it.

Call at night to ask about random steps.

The members of the Armed Detective Agency met Arthur Rimbaud as if they met by chance, without any disturbance.They are more related to Aso Qiu, and they know very little about "Lantang". He has not deliberately restrained his presence, his facial features are different from the Japanese, and his personality is not fussy. It is reasonable to say that he is an attraction. He is a foreigner with a lot of eyes, but not many people can chat with him alone.

Even if Lan Tang is like this, Arthur Rimbaud keeps a distance from anyone, and the only people he can trust... are only a few people...

Arthur Rimbaud went home and met the people who got out of the car.

The first one to get off was a little girl with blond hair, about ten years old, with a European appearance. When she saw Arthur Rimbaud, she shouted clearly and sensiblely: "Mr. Lan Tang, Lin Taro is in the port mafia Overtime, Alice came to your house for dinner."

Arthur Rimbaud looked at Aso Qiuya with questioning eyes, and Aso Qiu also admitted: "I refused once, but Ogai worked too hard, so I will help him take care of Alice once."

Alice stared at Aso Akiya: Who is protecting whom?

Then Arthur Rimbaud smiled, just as he had in the past.

This is his rare sincere smile since he recovered his memory, like an oil painting that has been washed off the maintenance coating, it is no longer clear and light, and the tone suddenly becomes richer.

He took off his gloves and touched Alice's cheek. His fingertips were so cold that Alice wanted to dodge.

"What a lovely kid."

- There is nothing wrong with perception.

——It is a non-human supernatural life form.

In the past, he should have trusted his own perception more, instead of judging a person's authenticity with his naked eyes.Alice initially showed her personality and lively personality. The master behind it should be Mori Ogai, and Mori Ogai's intention to send Alice and Aso Qiuya home is self-evident.

protection, surveillance.

Arthur Rimbaud wondered whether Ma Shengqiu knew.

Ma Shengqiu also acted ignorant, treating Alice like a child, "Come in."

He opened the door to entertain the little guest.

There are ready rooms in the villa. If you want to make children live comfortably, you must either vacate other children's houses or add decorations.Ma Shengqiu also respects the privacy and territorial awareness of the three children in the family, and will not put other people in their lair, so that they will blow up one by one.

Don't ask, you can't be fooled by asking, cats hate other cats!

"Lan Tang, take the pink bed sheet."

Ma Shengqiu also caught a strong man and called Lan Tang, who had a day off today, to help.

Arthur Rimbaud silently made the bed sheets, neglecting the common tools in his mind. By the time he realized it, he had already finished cleaning the room.

Arthur Rimbaud: "..."

The room in front of you has become a princess room in a sweet style.

Ma Shengqiu also clapped his hands, and said, "Fortunately, I have Alice as a guest, and nothing I put in the storage room wasted. Those little guys don't like pink."

Aso Shengqiu also turned his head and smiled brightly at Lan Tang, "The villa is so big, we alone are too lonely. Counting Yukichi, Long Yan, and Alice, we finally used up seven bedrooms."

The two are the largest and best master bedrooms, Edogawa Ranpo, Nakahara Chuya, and Dazai Osamu are the second bedrooms with better locations, Fukuzawa Yukichi and Shibusawa Tatsuhiko used to live in guest bedrooms, compared to normal What the second bedroom lacks is the breath of life and small objects, and Ma Shengqiu has entertained these people well.

Arthur Rimbaud was taken aback by his smile, "You just like being lively."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Don't you think you can't help but miss a little when you didn't hear their fighting and fighting?" He lifted the cleaning tool and grabbed Arthur Rimbaud's dirty hand , the two least mafia-like people have become more popular.

"Let's go, let's wash our hands. There is a hand sanitizer with the scent of vetiver and iris at home. I asked the people in the scientific research department to study how to make it smell better."

Vetiver iris is one of the raw materials for making essential oil perfume, and it is also the national flower of France.

Ma Shengqiu also used his own methods to ease his lover's homesickness.

Arthur Rimbaud smelled a familiar scent, similar to the women's perfume that was often smelled at banquets. Ma Shengqiu also squeezed the hand sanitizer into his palm, then held his hands, rubbed them gently, and the fine foam was on both hands In between, the wedding rings of the two were placed on the crystal tray on the sink.

European-style luxury villas, French custom-made wedding rings, Spanish marriage certificates, and a wedding in a Japanese church, Ao Aso also gave his loved ones a safe place to live.

Arthur Rimbaud can't describe the feeling of looking directly at "home".

He should kiss each other.

He should have said that he wore gloves, his fingers were not dirty, and he didn't need to wash them too carefully.

It's definitely not like this, standing still and watching Aso wiped the water for him, put on the wedding ring, passed his fingers through his fingers, interlocked with his fingers, and the palms of both sides fit perfectly.

Arthur Rimbaud is a non-marriage advocate, advocating the collision of the soul and the body, enjoying the moment, and not thinking about the future that two people will get married when they are together.He has a dangerous occupation, has a very high social status, and has the power to be valued or guarded by the country, but... he is not treated meticulously as an object of love, and he is spoiled to the bone.

Love, from what?

Arthur Rimbaud could not remember how he fell in love with Aso Shuya.

It seems, it seems that it is so impossible to leave each other.

Want to spend a lifetime with each other.

Ma Shengqiu also asked contentedly: "Do you still want to rest tomorrow? I can ask you for leave."

Arthur Rimbaud took off his earmuffs, and the tips of his ears trembled.

"no need."

Obedient to the daily sweetness, Arthur Rimbaud gave Aso Qiuya a kiss on the cheek. The touch of lips and skin broke the barrier in his heart and temporarily merged into Lan Tang's identity.

"I'm worried about letting you go to and from get off work alone. Don't bring Alice back next time."

"Lan Tang doesn't like her?"

"I'm not a lolicon like Mori Ogai."

"Pfft—me neither, don't worry, we'll just entertain her for one night."

Ma Shengqiu also quickly vetoed the suspicion of lolicon.

He showed his true self in front of Lan Tang without hesitation, not an analyst, not some demonized port mafia leader, his cleverness and clumsiness clearly fell in front of Arthur Rimbaud.This person who should have seen through him at a glance, didn't doubt whether he had recovered his memory, and connived at him to act like a strike.

It would be nice if the French government could speak so well.

Arthur Rimbaud put his worries aside and learned to say plainly: "I'm hungry."

Ma Shengqiu also probed, "Which one is hungry?"

Arthur Rimbaud was disturbed by this question, and instantly received Qiuya's brain circuit.

"It's dinner!"

He poked Zhong Qiuye's forehead.

"I don't want to cook, please let the leader cook, I want to eat French cuisine."

[At home, I'll just pretend that I haven't recovered my memory. 】

Arthur Rimbaud could not return to his country, and he made up his mind-at least not to lose this home.

This determination lasted three hours.

At night, sharing the same bed, Arthur Rimbaud embraced Qiu Ye as a heater. Subjectively, he wanted to put Qiu Ye, who took advantage of the situation and raised himself as a wife, under his body. Objectively... ...His body wanted to get into Qiuya's arms, and he couldn't lift his energy lazily.He remembered a crucial thing: "Qiu Ye, you said that temperance is good for health."

Ma Shengqiu also hugged the French beauty, wishing he could just fall asleep.

"Yes."

As long as the relationship is okay, his waist longs for a rest.

"How about this, I'll wait for you to relax seven times in one night, work hard on your self-cultivation recently, Qiu Ye."

The French beauty's tender words shocked Ma Shengqiu out of his wits.

Those eyes seemed to hide a great "expectation".

"I also... raise a raise."

strength to recover.

The relationship should also be cultivated, so that he can regain the feeling of being weak and pitiful after losing his memory.

……

At this moment, you are my shelter, my lover, right?

Let me rest for a while.

This world—why is there a chill in summer, making people dread the arrival of winter.

too weird.

What made me feel deathly cold.