Every time I go home my wife is in a different world

"Attila, this child ran away from Charleville at the age of 12 and wandered all the way to the streets of Paris. I brought her back to the organization and adopted her. She is as gifted as if kissed by the gods... Ah, she doesn't like it Lies and deceit. In short, I can’t help you too much, but if Attila calls to ask for confirmation, I will answer her according to your plan first. After everything returns to normal... (if Xiao Ming is still there) you Just say that I will not allow her to beat you, and you can only rely on yourself for the rest."

Baudelaire thought for a while about the destructive power of the adopted daughter and others, and felt that the married daughter is just the water that was thrown out. You should stay outside and harm other people's homes, and don't come back.I really can't... Call my old friend Natsume Soseki as soon as possible, and apologize first, so that the other party's old bereaved child (disciple) will come to trouble me, and by the way, I can also consider finding a new blind date for my daughter.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Mori raised his eyebrows and smiled clearly—it seems that his wife did not appear in Japan by chance.Through conversations with her and his father-in-law, he probably determined that his wife's mental age at this moment was before coming to Japan.He mentioned the "task" and she acquiesced... In other words, the madam came here all the way back then for something quite important.

Coincidentally, a tragedy happened in Yokohama a few years ago: a large area under the foreign concession area was blown into a hemispherical pit.

Is there any necessary connection between this tragedy and Mrs. Zhongye?

As a former military doctor, Mr. Mori, who was still in service at the end of the war, had presided over some experiments beyond the scope of humanitarianism. He naturally knew that other departments of the military had similar research institutions, and one of them was in that pit.But now it has been wiped out, together with the test materials and test subjects have been destroyed cleanly.

If it is said that Madam came here for that laboratory, can it prove from the side that Zhongya-kun... is probably a product of the laboratory, and she stayed to monitor the mission target that cannot be destroyed.

No, if the military is involved, it is not the behavior of an individual or an organization. It will inevitably rise to a game between countries, and there is not only one person who comes.Even if there is only one person who can really play a role, at least one must exist as a monitor.

So, where did the other guy go?

Mr. Mori held the phone and threw it up and down - fighting wits with his wife is much more interesting than bullying his colleagues whose average IQ has not yet reached the normal standard.

Ms. Rimbaud searched the chief's office quite efficiently. There was no surveillance equipment installed in this room at the top of the skyscraper.The floor and furniture were cleaned very cleanly, and the view from the window was quite different from Paris.

She lay down in front of the glass window to carefully confirm the topography, and when the door lock moved behind her, she turned around vigilantly and looked out: "It's you."

Mr. Sen raised his hand to show that he was unarmed: "It's me, Miss. Is there any discomfort?"

She didn't answer, and turned her head to look out of the window again: "Did you call your father?"

The man let out a short laugh: "Yes, miss, I want to report your physical condition to the husband regularly, after all, the period is special."

"Oh."

Only then did Rimbaud have a little more trust.She turned her eyes half a circle: "Where are my old clothes?"

"Accidentally damaged clothes, but I think this is what you want, please!"

He returned Shunlai's mobile phone as it was, and there is no need to explain too much about the addition of a new signal transmitter... Rimbaud picked up the mobile phone and looked it back and forth, becoming more and more sure that he had indeed lost part Memory - this is obviously not a technological means during the war.

Rimbaud turned on the phone and checked it carefully.

On a private mobile phone, there are a few unfamiliar names in the contacts, and I don't know how it is related to the self before amnesia.

She stuffed the phone back into the inner pocket of her sleeve, and tested the strange ability with her backhand.

【Color Painting Collection】It is running well and in good physical condition. Except for the inexplicable passage of a few years, everything is normal.

Time, eight years after she accepted the order, what happened?

The long-haired woman looked up at the man in front of her for a while, and this time her eyes were a little more peaceful: "Who actually hired you? Father, or the spy agency."

Mori Ogai smiled softly: "It was you who hired me before amnesia, so I will only stand in your position, miss."

This is not impossible.Rimbaud was completely confused, he gave up thinking and raised his hands to touch his pockets up and down. After touching for a while, he remembered that he had just changed his clothes and the cigarettes he usually carried with him were gone.

"What do you need?"

Obviously this doctor is very familiar with her little habits, and Rimbaud's vigilance is lowered: "Where do I smoke?"

"...Throw it away, it's not good for your health."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Mori, who had such a side to his wife, took up the topic very smoothly, and he didn't look like he was lying the whole time.

The young lady was stunned again, and said "Oh" dryly: "I see, then, let's do it like this."

"Pfft!" This reaction is a little too cute, is Madam the type who is not good at responding to other people's kindness?

"You're laughing!" She turned her face away, exhaled rather violently, and turned her back to someone who was snickering.

Mori Ogai clenched his fist to silence the laughing voice: "You are such a charming lady, please forgive me."

Rimbaud, whose ears were already red, answered him loudly: "I know that I look good, huh!" She retreated to the space occupied by the sofa while talking, picked up the quilt, wrapped her body up and lay down, closed her eyes and pretended to be something That didn't happen either.

This rather confusing behavior put Mr. Mori in a good mood—seeing that his wife reacted so cutely, I don’t need to embarrass Dazai-kun too much. Let him accompany Chuya to investigate the Raibo Street incident. By the way, This serves as a lever to pry the cornerstone.

If his reasoning is correct, Zhongyuan Zhong must stay in PortMafia.Whether it's for the protection of the Three Moment Concept, or for the protection of this child.Anyway, with the authorization of my father-in-law, I also took the blame by the way, and when my wife returned to normal, I remembered this paragraph, and someone happened to be at the bottom.

After closing my eyes for a few hours, the sky brightened up again.Because the office was requisitioned by his wife, Mori Ogai had to temporarily move to the treatment room as a guest barefoot doctor.Osamu Dazai, who has caused troubles to his subordinates all over the place, got the unfortunate news as soon as he stepped here. Mr. Mori, who adopted him, bound the top student in his family to him, and ordered the two to use their "after school time" to investigate An old case.

The teenagers, who were exhaling fragrantly, almost didn't fight on the spot, swearing and pushing the door out. The leader, Old God, returned to the top floor with his hands in his pockets to observe the large "beast" kept here in captivity.

As soon as he left, he quickly "woke up" and turned on his mobile phone to call back to his hometown. After getting an order from her father Baudelaire to "obey the doctor's advice", Miss Rimbaud obediently stayed in the room without going out. Someone gave her a computer that can be connected to the intranet for entertainment, and the time for playing games passed quickly.

In the midst of boredom, she sent a message to someone in her memory, but she didn't get a response for a long time, so she had to throw the phone aside and wait for the memory to recover.

What kind of stimulus can scare her into amnesia?

The culprit who caused all this had a fight with the "victim's family" on Leibo Street, and is currently lying in a pile of rubble, sneezing and sneezing non-stop.Zhong Yuanzhong, who demolished the house so smoothly, jumped off the roof of someone else's house and kicked him again: "Get up, don't pretend to be dead for me."

If it weren't for this guy's mess, Rimbaud wouldn't have to be isolated in the chief's office.I heard that she has woken up, but she has a new problem of amnesia, and Zhong is also very wronged that she was suddenly forgotten by her mother.

Rimbaud didn't hide from him what happened a few years ago. Mr. Mori didn't know about it. The orange-haired boy also wanted to take the opportunity to investigate how he appeared in that underground military research institute—his The memory begins with the [color painting collection] taking effect, and then who is it, where does it live, and who are its parents, all of which have been completely forgotten.

Why did he become a test subject?Is it helpless or is there any other reason?The boy especially wanted to know.

Returning to Leibo Street after many years, the traces of the explosion in the deep pit in the core area have not disappeared, and the memory hidden deep in the brain is gradually awakening, and the pictures about Rimbaud extend to a long time ago.When she finally settled down with herself, when she wandered around with herself and moved frequently, when she carried herself behind her back to avoid searches, and when the long-haired young woman lifted the pale golden barrier around her body, and slowly approached with open arms When I am in a crash.

Going forward, the memory was just incoherent fragments. He remembered the scene when he met her eyes across the nutrient solution and the culture tank at the beginning—the girlish Rimbaud swept the high boron glass with a bit of indifference. Glancing at him, he was taken aback when he was so bored that he was spitting bubbles, so he hiccupped the boss subconsciously, and then showed her a silly and flattering smile out of the instinct of a small animal.

Followed by Rimbaud holding a scythe and a tall man who couldn't see his face while beating and retreating into the laboratory's memory fragments.In the end, she broke through the cultivation tank, the light was completely dimmed, and there were no more memories left.

Even if he knew that he was a task that his mother could not complete, seeing her indifferent expression from memory was enough to make the boy depressed, and he couldn't help but turn around and want to trouble Osamu Dazai again.

Um?What about people?Ran?

Osamu Dazai is not stupid, not only is he not stupid, but he is also very smart. Seeing that things are not going well, he has already found an excuse to escape. Except for half of his subordinates, he ran to nowhere in the name of "in-depth investigation".

Not being able to catch the sandbag made Chuya feel even more upset, and wanted to go back to find Rimbaud—how could you forget me, no, the baby is going to make trouble!

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mori sensei

Miss Rimbaud

cheating around

Master Zhongye

decided to make a fuss

Honest people make trouble

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