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Regarding what to do next, the three of them have no idea yet.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat on the side and thought hard, "If you have to do something, why don't you just go back to each room and go to sleep?"

Rimbaud didn't care: "It's all right. If that's the case, after getting up tomorrow morning, do you want the three of us to go shopping together? By the way, tell me about the situation here?"

Zhong Yuan also nodded, so tomorrow's itinerary was successfully finalized.

"Then let's all go back and rest now. The rooms are on the second floor and the two sides are cleaned regularly." Zhongya Nakahara got up, "There are all the toiletries, and if you change your clothes..." Zhongya thought for a while, "Probably Someone will deliver it in about 3 minutes. So, good night?"

Verlaine also got up, walked ahead of Rimbaud, and walked to the second floor first, "Good night."

Rimbaud put away the smile on his face behind Verlaine, looked at Verlaine's hurried back with calm eyes, the meaning in his eyes was unclear, and when he saw Verlaine's figure disappearing at the end of his sight, he nodded to Zhong Yuanzhong, "Then, you too , Zhongya, good night."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him, raised the corners of his lips to reveal a slightly false arc, he smiled a little hypocritically, "I hope you can have a good time during this time."

"Ah," Rimbaud looked at Chuya Nakahara with interest, "It's a surprise that this expression appeared on your face, who did you learn from?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his hand and rubbed his right cheek, a little puzzled, "So obvious? I practiced for a long time, and I learned it from an idiot."

Rimbaud showed an expression of "I understand", "Don't worry, I will go assassinate tomorrow."

"What do you understand!!!" Zhong Yuan was speechless, "Has your occupational disease become like this now?!"

Rimbaud laughed and raised his hand to rub Chuya Nakahara's hair, Chuya didn't move away, his soft hair without a hat was messed up by Rimbaud's hands, "Chuya, I feel like you are very free here. "

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked slowly, "Really? Maybe, freedom is a thing, as long as I think I am free, isn't it enough? What strange place does your memory of me stay on your side? Hasn't he grown up already?"

"That's right," Rimbaud withdrew his hands, put his hands on both sides of Zhongya Zhongya's shoulders instead, and turned Zhongya Zhongye over, "Okay, it's getting late now, good boy should go to bed and rest Otherwise, it won’t grow taller.”

"Don't treat me like a child, you bastard!—wait a minute, are you implying something about me?"

"No, no, Zhong also heard it wrong, right? Go to bed now."

"It's the connotation, the obvious connotation, and you just have to hold up a sign and say it, you guy..."

The two of them turned off the lights on the first floor, went upstairs together and returned to their respective rooms.

Office of the Port Mafia Chief.

In front of the unobstructed special bullet-proof glass floor-to-ceiling windows, Mori Ogai tapped his right index finger on his left wrist, looking at the dark scenery outside, wondering what he was thinking.

It was late, it was early morning.

"Rin Taro," the humanoid Alice, the leader of the port mafia, came over and looked up at Mori Ogai, "Are you going to find Dazai?"

"No, Alice," Mori Ogai, who was watching the scenery outside the port mafia building, lowered his eyes and looked at his own girl with supernatural powers, "That is an agreement between Chuya-kun and Dazai-kun, I am not going back on my word Where is the villain leader?"

"As for Mr. Rimbaud..."

Mori Ogai bent down and took Alice's hand, and took Alice to sit on the office chair representing the leader again, "Let's leave it to Chuya-kun for now, after all, he is the leader in the future, so he needs to exercise more and more. .”

Alice nodded and talked about other things, "Then don't worry about that, Rintaro, I want to go to the public relations officer's handshake meeting this weekend! You have to go with me!"

Mori Ogai's face suddenly fell down: "Wha - go to the subordinate's handshake meeting, please forgive me, Alice-chan! It will definitely be photographed by Chuya-kun and then edited weirdly for the New Year's party to laugh at Bar!"

"I don't care! I'm going, Rintaro!"

The voices of the mafia boss and his girl with supernatural powers entrenched in Yokohama gradually disappeared in the night.

Early the next morning, Zhong Yuan Zhong also crawled out of the warm quilt, turned on his phone with a dark face to see who had sent him countless messages and made countless calls early in the morning to disturb his sleep.

"Zhong Ye Zhong Ye!I heard that you are on vacation, let's hang out together quietly without telling the PR officer! 』

"Chuya, I got a new motorcycle, come and play! 』

"Chuya, aren't you still sleeping?No, no, no, no?The honorable cadre actually likes to sleep late tsk tsk 』

...

……

Just as soon as he turned on the phone, countless text messages filled the page. Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked on the top few text messages, all of which were sent by dumb birds. Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, edited the text, clicked send, and then turned off the phone to continue lie flat.

[TO: stupid bird

[All your bonuses this month have been deducted

[BY Nakaya who likes to sleep late]

Eat dirt for me, dumb bird.

Zhong Yuanzhong also closed his eyes peacefully.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes suddenly.

No, are there two high-risk guys in the house?

Zhong Yuan resigned himself to his fate and climbed out of bed again.

When Zhong Yuan finished washing and went downstairs, Verlaine and Rimbaud were already sitting below, each with a glass of hot water, talking about something.

"Chuya, good morning." Rimbaud greeted, "Breakfast is already on the table."

"Oh, oh...ah?" Zhongyuan Zhongye responded indiscriminately, "You did it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw a sandwich and a cup of steaming hot milk on the dining table.

Rimbaud nodded, "I can make simple sandwiches, try it?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at Verlaine suspiciously, and Verlaine shrugged, "Don't look at me, this is not my Rimbaud, and I don't know exactly what skills he has lit up."

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked away, picked up the sandwich and took a tentative bite.

"The taste is not bad, thank you, Rimbaud." Nakahara Zhong also let go of his worries about the taste, just stood there and finished his breakfast with two sandwiches and one mouthful of milk, then took out the paper to pack himself, and threw the garbage into the trash can. Empty glasses go into the automatic washing machine.

"What are you doing?"

Zhong Yuan Zhong also came over and asked, holding his mobile phone with one hand, and casually pressed a text message from a mackerel who harassed him even after he was blocked.

Rimbaud said, "It's very interesting to talk about Paul's poems."

"Have you finished chatting? Do you want to go out now?" Nakahara Chuya asked, "By the way, we will also settle lunch outside."

Rimbaud turned his questioning eyes to Verlaine, who nodded, "I can do it."

Rimbaud got up, "Then let's go now."

The three of them went out together, and Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what to think when he closed the door, so he paused for a while.

Verlaine noticed, "What's the matter, Chuya?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his head, "Nothing."

He just seemed to remember that although he asked for leave, did he still need to deal with the documents?

Nakahara also seemed to see his own corpse that was inundated with countless documents when he went to work a few days later.