MTL - The Fallen Merman-Chapter 35

"Only two hundred, not enough to spend." Bai Chunian raised his chin deliberately to tease him.

Rimbaud coaxed him in a low voice: "It's pitiful first, then it will be."

"Okay, then I'll take pity on the general first." Bai Chunian laughed, grabbed Lan Bo's wrist and put it to his lips, and kissed the thin web between his fingers.

The webs between the fingers are full of capillaries and tiny nerves, so the touch is very sensitive. When touched by the alpha's warm lips, the small web turns red.

Rimbaud's body suddenly stagnated as if he had touched a switch, he made a noise unconsciously, and unconsciously leaked some soft pheromones from the glands.

This little pheromone leaked by omega inadvertently is just hooking fire to alpha, and Bai Chunian reacted almost the first second that this pheromone touched the gland.

The door of the pantry was suddenly pushed open, and the omega, who had just held the document, darted in and said, "The police officer from the International Prison has come to hand over the file, have you sorted it out?"

Rimbaud looked back at the single-seat sofa. Alpha was gone. He was alone in the pantry, and only the window next to the sofa was open.

"en." Rimbaud poured himself a new glass of water and followed the omega out of the pantry.

Bai Chunian hung with one hand under the balcony outside the window of the pantry, and when he heard the sound of the door closing, he turned over lightly, and the fabric in the middle of his shorts lifted up a large piece.

He crouched down and flipped through his phone to calm himself and his second child. I just took a candid photo while Rimbaud was picking up the water. It was a little blurry, but I could clearly see the profile of the omega's face, which was covered by a few strands of blond hair. From the side, the tip of his nose was small and upturned, and the neck and shoulders were close to each other. The collarbone is also ridiculously thin, not as delicate and slender as other omegas, but eats a little more.

He sent the photo to fellow agents in the Union Technical Department.

The technical colleague quickly replied: "Investigate which aspect."

Bai Chunian: "Make the picture more clear, don't lose face, he is very thin."

Technical Colleagues: "Speak the Sunshine"

Rimbaud went out of the pantry and returned to his seat. I heard that the International Prison sent someone to hand over the files. Rimbaud happened to be in charge of this batch of files. As the person in charge, he had to come forward and sign over, so he got up and went to the archives .

Pushing open the door of the meeting room of the archives, sitting inside was a crow omega wearing a police uniform and epaulettes, a pair of charming phoenix eyes, and a tear mole dotted at the corner of his eyes.

Du Mo got up to say hello, and was stunned when he saw the person who came in to hand over.

Rimbaud raised his eyebrows, curled his tail and sat down on the armrest of the sofa, his eyes skipped Du Mo's outstretched hand, and leaned on the sofa with one hand on his chin.

Obviously, Du Mo's police rank is several grades higher than that of Lan Bo, but under the pressure of this mermaid's natural aura, Du Mo unconsciously sat upright.

Lan Bo slightly tilted the tip of his tail, indicating that Du Mo could start talking.

"Okay." Du Mo took out the approval document issued by his superior and showed it to Rimbaud, "I know that the omega alliance police station has captured several terrorists in the past five years. The members of the bird, I need to adjust the files of several of them."

Rimbaud tilted his head slightly to listen. He needed to react for a while in his mind to understand what the other person meant, but from Du Mo's point of view, the merman with a noble sitting posture was staring at him with deep eyes, as if to take his entire being. Tear it apart, take out every piece of innards and stroke it.

The mermaid suddenly straightened up and sat up, Du Mo couldn't help but instinctively backed up and rubbed against the farthest corner of the sofa.

Rimbaud relied on electricity to levitate to the front of the file rack. He didn't know how to search for the number. After a while, he found the file folder from several different areas. After unlocking it with his iris, he slowly took it one by one into his hand and put it on Du Mo. before.

"So fast." Du Mo picked up the file in surprise and flipped through the homepage, "Don't you need a computer to search?"

Rimbaud shook his head. He doesn't know how to use a computer.

Du Mo put the files in his bag, originally got up and wanted to leave, but after remembering something, he sat back patiently: "Do you have nothing to ask me about the previous exam?"

Afterwards, Du Mo thought about it. The fact that he died in the eyes of the snake girl was one of Bai Chunian's plans. He also knew that his behavior was suspicious, so it was not surprising that he was suspected by other teams.

Rimbaud was noncommittal, resting his elbows on the armrest of the sofa quietly, occasionally cocking the tip of his tail boredly, waiting for Du Mo to finish his words. In fact, he didn't care, he looked at the wall clock several times during the few minutes he searched for the files for Du Mo, calculating in his mind how long it was until he got off work.

"I'm a police officer at the International Penitentiary. On the eve of the atwl exam, our computer was attacked by a super hacker, and the hacker sent an email saying that he had cracked the database of the 109 Institute and will put these useful information And the data is thrown into the atwl examination system, and all the crimes of the 109 Research Institute are disclosed to the public. Most of the seniors who have the qualifications and experience to investigate this matter are not young. I am the only one who has not exceeded the age limit for the examination, so I got in here just to collect evidence of what the hacker said was the 109 Institute's crimes."

"But now it seems that the hacker didn't do it very successfully." Du Mo sighed regretfully, "The 109 Research Institute is located on an uncontrolled border, and it is obviously doing cruel experiments that go against human ethics to make huge profits, but it doesn't. People can sanction them, and the things disclosed now are just the tip of the iceberg, and they are not enough to shake them."

"But the hackers said in the email that they won't give up, and this is just the beginning. Well, I'll wait and see."

"By the way, I heard that there has been a serial disappearance case here recently. I also paid attention to the case. Compared with the boring terrorist attack, kidnapping and assassination, this case is very interesting. If you need help, you can ask us for help. It's not that you don't have the ability to handle this case, I'm saying that I'm very interested in the Triangular Pyramid Cabin, and although this is your jurisdiction, I'd like to go in and see if I can."

Rimbaud nodded.

Actually didn't understand it at all.

The clock on the wall showed that it was time for get off work, Rimbaud quickly picked up the pen and signed Dumo's document: rimbaud, then got up and left.

Du Mo looked at the understated letters at the bottom of the document, then raised his head to look at Rimbaud's back leaving the archives, helplessly pinched his eyebrows: "No one complained about this attitude."

Rimbaud carried his backpack and supported his body with his fish tail in front of the punch card machine. The clock on the wall spanned from 5:29 pm to the last second of 5:30 pm, and punched the card successfully.

Other colleagues in the department were frightened. No one could get off work on time here, and they would be lazy if they didn't work overtime until midnight.

Rimbaud glanced back at his colleagues, raised the tip of his tail, touched the punch card machine, and a strong current was injected into the machine, helping colleagues in the entire building to punch out the get off work card, and then left with the backpack.

A few seconds later, there was a burst of cheers in the building, and the police officers got off work one after another, rushing to leave the police station for fear of being arrested back to get off work.

Bai Chunian sat on a swing in the park near the police station, and waited for Lanbo. He swayed leisurely in the children's swing, and his long legs had nowhere to rest. Sitting on a low swing was no different from squatting on the ground.

Several children gathered around Bai Chunian to swing.

"Hey, no." Bai Chunian held a lollipop in his mouth, lazily hugged the two swing ropes, and cried three children at once.

Lan Bo passed by the park on his way to the subway station, and Bai Chunian waved to him: "Come here."

Rimbaud climbed over the railing and rolled his tail on the swing stand to look at him: "en"

Bai Chunian got off the swing and squatted on the side: "Come and sit here."

A child took the opportunity to grab a **** to sit up, and Bai Chunian slid his hand up the back of the child's neck and threw it to the side.

Lan Bo had never seen a human toy before, so he sat on it novelly, shook it gently, unable to maintain his center of gravity and nearly fell on his back. Bai Chunian blocked him back with his knees and let him play with peace of mind.

"Get off work." Bai Chunian asked behind his ear, leaning on the rope from behind.

"en."

"Go home, I've been walking outside for a day, I'm so hungry."

"en, good."

"But I don't have a car right now, take a taxi back."

"dit subway."

"Ah, you are so thrifty, you are not tired at all."

"If you're tired, take a seat and drive."

"I am not tired."

In the evening rush hour after get off work, the subway is full of people, crowded together in darkness, and the smell of various pheromones in the carriage is mixed, crowded and noisy.

Now no one noticed that there was an omega standing on a fish tail in the carriage.

When the subway arrived at the station, another group of people crowded up. Someone accidentally stepped on Rimbaud's tail, and Rimbaud screamed.

Bai Chunian kept staring at Lan Bo's face. As soon as he opened his mouth, Bai Chunian shoved the unfinished candy into Lan Bo's mouth.

"Why are you so funny." Bai Chunian smiled with his head lowered, and stooped to pick up the tip of Lan Bo's tail and put it in his trouser pocket, so as not to be stepped on by others.

Back home, Bai Chunian wrapped in a blue polka-dot apron and entered the kitchen.

He never likes to cook, and even if he has no task at home occasionally, he will only order takeout. Because he finds it troublesome, he has to buy and wash and cut vegetables to cook, which is annoying.

But today is boring, and I really want to do it. I open the browser to search for recipes and I want to do it now.

He tossed out a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes and a plate of fried pork with cabbage according to the instructions on the Internet. He secretly tasted it himself, and it was surprisingly good, so he brought it to the table and pushed it to Rimbaud.

Seeing that Lan Bo was going to use plastic wrap to frame the two dishes and eat them on a plate, Bai Chunian held down the edge of the plate and only allowed him to eat what was on the plate.

Rimbaud looked up at him for a while, took out his phone, took a minute to find the camera function, took 20 photos of the two dishes from different angles, put them away, and took a small sip with a spoon.

Bai Chunian's eyes followed him involuntarily, and he swallowed: "How?"

Rimbaud's eyes glowed with blue shining little stars.

Bai Chunian finally straightened up and sat back in his seat, pretending to take a sip of rice into his mouth as if nothing had happened, and said plainly, "Well, it's alright."

Before going to bed, Bai Chunian came out of the bathroom, only wrapped in a towel on his lower body, wiped his wet hair and returned to the bedroom. Rimbaud fell asleep on the edge of the fish tank, his eyelashes drooping quietly, and the light reflected under his eyelids. Shadow of eyelashes.

Bai Chunian squatted down, touched Lanbo's hair with drops of water, and touched his face with the pulp of his ring finger. Because of fighting and holding guns all the year round, only the callus on the ring finger is less.

Lan Bo's cell phone suddenly vibrated. It was a temporary work arrangement sent by the police station, saying that the task force had been established, and Lan Bo was responsible for going to Hongfeng Mountain to investigate the triangular pyramid hut.

Rimbaud opened half of his eyes sleepily, and impatiently rolled into a fish ball and sank to the bottom of the fish tank: "Sleepy, sleep, don't go."

"Yes, don't go. What about a business trip bonus? It's only 3,000 yuan for begging." Bai Chunian looked through the news of the alliance police station and didn't see any exciting rewards. Mom has worked hard, and I only give this amount of money for a night shift business trip.

"bonus"

Rimbaud crawled out of the fish tank dripping with water, picked up a towel to wipe the water, and began to put on the police uniform.

The author says:

It's a bit late today