"It's only two hundred, it's not enough." Bai Chunian teased him deliberately raising his chin.
Rimbaud coaxed him in a low voice: "Be pity first, then let it go."
"Okay, then I'll take pity on it." Bai Chunian laughed, grabbed Lan Bo's wrist and pressed it to his lips, and kissed him on the thin web between his fingers.
The web between the fingers is full of capillaries and tiny nerves, so the sense of touch is very sensitive. When alpha's warm and cool lips touch it, the small piece of web it touches turns red.
Rimbaud's body suddenly came to a standstill as if some switch had been touched, he unconsciously let out a sound, and unconsciously leaked a little soft pheromone from the gland.
This bit of pheromone accidentally leaked by Omega was like a fire to Alpha, and Bai Chunian reacted almost as soon as this bit of pheromone came into contact with the gland.
The door of the tea room was suddenly pushed open, and Omega, who was holding the documents just now, poked her head in a little recklessly: "The police officers from the international prison have come to hand over the files, have you sorted them out?"
Rimbaud looked back at the single sofa, Alpha was gone, he was the only one left in the tea room, only the window next to the sofa was open.
"en." Rimbaud poured himself another glass of water, and followed the omega out of the tea room.
Bai Chunian hung one hand in the air under the balcony outside the window of the tea room. He turned over lightly after hearing the sound of the door closing, and the fabric in the middle of his shorts pushed up a large piece.
He squatted down and flipped through his phone to calm himself and his second child. I just took a sneak shot of a photo while Rimbaud was picking up the water. It's a little blurry, but you can clearly see Omega's side face covered by a few strands of blond messy hair. From the side, his nose is small and upturned, his neck and shoulders and The clavicle is also unbelievably thin. Although it is not as delicate and slender as other omegas, it still eats a little more.
He sent the photo to fellow agents in the Alliance Technical Division.
Duan Yang replied quickly: "Got it, what aspect to investigate."
Bai Chunian: "Be clear about the picture P, don't lose face, he is very thin."
Duan Yang: "? Hackers never post pictures."
Bai Chunian: "Don't add a filter either."
Rimbaud came out of the tea room and returned to his seat. He heard that the International Prison sent someone to hand over the files. Rimbaud happened to be in charge of these files. .
Pushing open the door of the meeting room of the archives, there sat a crow omega wearing a police uniform and epaulettes, with a pair of charming phoenix eyes, and a tear mole on the corner of the eye.
Du Mo got up to say hello, and was stunned when he saw the person who came in to hand over, the hand that he politely extended to shake froze in mid-air: "Ranbo?"
Rimbaud raised his eyebrows, and sat down with his tail curled up on the armrest of the sofa. His eyes passed Du Mo's outstretched hand, and he leaned on the sofa with his chin resting on one hand.
Du Mo's police rank was obviously higher than that of Rimbaud, but under the pressure of the mermaid's natural aura, Du Mo sat upright unconsciously.
Rimbaud raised the tip of his tail slightly, indicating that Du Mo could start talking.
"Okay." Du Mo took out the approval document issued by his superiors and showed it to Rimbaud, "I know that the Omega Alliance police station has captured several terrorists in the past five years, all of whom have bird tattoos on their bodies, and they belong to the terrorist organization Red Throat. Bird members, I need to adjust their files."
Rimbaud tilted his head slightly to listen, he needed to react in his head for a while to understand the meaning of the other party, but from Du Mo's point of view, the noble mermaid looked at him with deep eyes, as if to put his whole body Tear it apart, and take out every piece of internal organs and touch it again.
The mermaid suddenly straightened up and sat up, Du Mo couldn't help but retreat instinctively, rubbing against the farthest corner of the sofa.
Rimbaud relied on electricity to levitate to the front of the file rack. He did not know how to search for the number. After a while, he found the file folders from several different areas. After unlocking with his iris, he slowly took them one by one in his hand and put them in Dumo. before.
"So fast." Du Mo picked up the file in surprise and flipped through the homepage, "Don't you need a computer search?"
Rimbaud shook his head. He doesn't know how to use a computer.
Du Mo put the files into his bag, and got up to leave, but when he remembered something, he sat back patiently: "Is there anything you want to ask me? About... the previous exam?"
After thinking about it, Du Mo thought that his death in the eyes of the snake girl was one of Bai Chunian's plans. He also knew that his actions were 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 tilting the tip of his tail boredly, waiting for Du Mo to finish speaking. In fact, he didn't care. During the few minutes he was looking for files for Du Mo, he glanced at the wall clock several times, and mentally calculated how long it would be until he got off work.
"I am a police officer in the International Severe Penalty Prison. On the eve of the ATWL exam, our computer was attacked by a super hacker. The hacker sent an email saying that he had cracked the database of the 109 Research Institute and would transfer the useful information to Throwing the data into the ATWL examination system, and disclosing all the crimes of the 109 Research Institute to the public, most of the seniors who have the qualifications and experience to investigate this matter are not young, only I have not exceeded the age limit of the examination, so I got in there just to collect evidence of what the hacker said was the crime of Institute 109."
"But now it seems that the hacker didn't do it very successfully." Du Mo sighed regretfully, "The 109 Research Institute is located on the border with no jurisdiction, and it is obviously doing cruel experiments that violate human ethics to make huge profits, but there is no one. People can sanction them, and the things revealed today are just the tip of the iceberg, not enough to shake them."
"But the hackers said in the email that they are not going to give up and this is just the beginning. Well... I'll just wait and see."
"By the way, I heard that there was a serial disappearance case in your place recently. I also paid attention to the case. Compared with boring terrorist attacks and kidnapping and assassination, this case is very interesting... If you need help, you can ask us for help... Well, I'm not saying that you guys don't have the ability to handle this case, I'm saying that I'm very interested in the Triangular Pyramid House, although it's under your jurisdiction, I'd like to go in and have a look if possible."
Rimbaud nodded.
In fact, I didn't understand at all.
The clock on the wall showed that it was time to get off work. Lan Bo quickly picked up a pen and signed Du Mo's document: lanbo, then got up and left.
Du Mo looked at the understated letters at the bottom of the document, then looked up at the back of Rimbaud leaving the archives, and pinched his brows helplessly: "No one complained about him with such an attitude."
Rimbaud was carrying a backpack and stood in front of the time card machine with his fish tail supporting his body. The time clocked on the wall spanned from 5:29 pm to the last second of 5:30 pm, and he clocked in successfully.
The other colleagues in the department were frightened. No one could get off work on time, and not working overtime until midnight was considered lazy.
Rimbaud looked back at his colleagues, raised the tip of his tail, and touched the punch card machine. A strong current was injected into the machine, helping the colleagues in the entire building to punch out their off-duty cards, and then left with his 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 away from the police station for fear of being caught back to work.
Bai Chunian was sitting on a swing in the park near the police station to wait for Rimbaud. He was swinging leisurely on the children's swing. His long legs had no place to rest. Sitting on the low swing was no different from squatting on the ground.
Several children gathered around Bai Chunian to play on the swing.
"Hey, no." Bai Chunian held a lollipop in his mouth, lazily hugged two swing ropes, and cried three children at once.
Lan Bo passed the park on his way to the subway station, Bai Chunian waved to him: "Come here."
Rimbaud climbed over the railing, curled his tail to look at him on the swing: "en?"
Bai Chunian got off the swing and squatted aside: "Come and sit here."
A child took the opportunity to rush to sit on it, Bai Chunian slipped the child's nape with his hands, and threw it aside.
Rimbaud had never seen a human toy before, so he sat on it strangely, swayed slightly, lost his weight and almost fell on his back, Bai Chunian blocked him with his knees, allowing him to play with peace of mind.
"Get off work?" Bai Chunian asked behind his ear while holding the rope from behind.
"en."
"Go home, I've been out for a day and I'm so hungry."
"en, good."
"But I don't have a car now, let's take a taxi and go back."
"dit... subway."
"Ah, you're so thrifty, aren't you tired at all?"
"You're tired... just sit in the car."
"I am not tired."
In the evening rush hour after get off work, the subway is overcrowded, black and dense, all crowded together, 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 fishtail in the carriage.
When the subway arrived at the station, a group of people crowded up again. Someone accidentally stepped on Rimbaud's tail, and Rimbaud let out a cry.
Bai Chunian kept staring at Lan Bo's face. As soon as he opened his mouth, Bai Chunian stuffed the unfinished candy into Lan Bo's mouth. Lan Bo sucked the candy stick in his mouth, his cheeks puffed out.
"Why are you so funny?" Bai Chunian smiled with his head down, bowed to pick up the tip of Rimbaud's tail, and put it in his trouser pocket, so as not to be stepped on by others.
Back home, Bai Chunian wrapped himself in a blue polka-dot apron and went into the kitchen.
He never likes to cook. Even if he has no work at home occasionally, he only orders takeaway, because he thinks it is troublesome, and he has to buy and wash vegetables, cut vegetables and cook vegetables, which is annoying.
But today I am bored, 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 potato shreds and a plate of fried pork with cabbage according to the teaching on the Internet, and secretly tasted it himself. 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 then eat the 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 mobile phone, spent a minute to find the camera function, and carefully took 20 photos of the two dishes from different angles, then put them away, and dug a small mouthful with a spoon.
Bai Chunian's gaze followed him involuntarily, and he swallowed: "How is it?"
Little blue stars glowed in Rimbaud's eyes.
Bai Chunian finally straightened up and sat back in his seat, pretending to be nonchalant, he took a mouthful of rice, and said flatly, "Well, it's okay."
Before going to bed, Bai Chunian came out of the bathroom, only his lower body was wrapped in a bath towel, and he wiped his wet hair back into the bedroom. Rimbaud fell asleep lying on the edge of the fish tank, his eyelashes drooping quietly, and the light reflected under his eyelids The shadow of the eyelashes.
Bai Chunian squatted down, stroked Lan Bo's hair with beads of water, and touched his face with the pad of his ring finger. Due to years of fighting and holding guns, only the ring finger has fewer calluses.
Rimbaud's cell phone vibrated suddenly. It was a temporary work arrangement sent by the police station, saying that a special case team had been set up, and Rimbaud was in charge of 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, sleepy, don't go."
"Yes, I won't go. What's the business trip bonus? It's only 3,000 yuan for beggars?" Bai Chunian looked through the news of the Union Police Station and found no exciting reward. Damn, it's hard work. You only pay such a small amount of money for night shift business trips.
"bonus?"
Rimbaud crawled out of the fish tank dripping with water, picked up a towel to wipe off the water and began to put on his police uniform.
Bonuses have to be asked for.