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

Summer is Rimbaud's favorite season, bar none.Others may complain that it is too hot, but it is just right for her, warm and comfortable.On the last day of this semester, she received a call from Lin Qiaomei after finishing her summer homework.The little girl happily told her on the phone that she had successfully passed the oral defense and obtained a master's degree. The next step was to return to Hakata first, and then decide with her brother whether to live in Japan after the summer.Of course, the other main purpose of the phone call was to ask Professor Qiang to visit Bodo during the summer vacation.

After all, it was a special situation last time, this time we must treat him well as a landlord.

Rimbaud congratulated her on her successful graduation, and expressed her support for her plan to live with her brother. As for the trip to Hakata, she can only wait for a while to arrange it, and there is currently no time on her itinerary.

Lin Qiaomei only said that the professor can go whenever he is free, and he must go anyway.

She is in a good mood and the weather is fine. There is nothing to worry about, so she just wants to go out for a walk and have something to eat.There is a crepe shop in the square in front of the red brick warehouse, she used to patronize it, the taste is very good.The cream and fruit are very fresh, the fillings are full, and the attitude of the boss makes people feel very comfortable.

The owner of the crepe shop from far away saw the "superior boss" of his immediate boss appearing in his field of vision, calculated the time and his subordinates kept busy, waiting for Professor Rimbaud to stand outside the small window without waiting for her to speak. The crepes were wrapped in colorful wrapping paper and were handed out respectfully: "Please!"

"Oh, thanks." She paid the most expensive price according to the price list, took the crepe and sat down on a bench where the sun could shine.

A few children were running and making noise with their toy cars, and all the adults passing by showed tolerant smiles.Such a leisurely and peaceful day, I dare not even think about it a long time ago.

After eating the sweets in his hand one bite at a time, Rimbaud stretched his waist casually, stretched his body comfortably in the sun, then stood up and walked slowly along the side of the road - he still wanted to eat something, but Can't think of what to eat.

After walking for a while, she hesitated and packed a takoyaki. She decided to end today's outdoor activities and go home to pet the cat.

With a string of tails behind her, Miss Rimbaud, who returned home, took out Adrian who was sleeping soundly from the fireplace, stroked its smooth fur for a while, and waited for the eyes of all parties to recede before picking it. He lowered his eyebrows—what's the trouble?

Another week later, the monitors disappeared again, and Rimbaud sent Chuya out for a half-month school trip. This was the first time he traveled alone without his adoptive mother since he grew up.Although there is a team leader teacher to accompany the whole process, there are so many teachers in a class that they are too busy, and in the end they have to rely on themselves.

Other mothers bring bentos, snacks, water bottles, and small pills to their children... Rimbaud directly stuffed the guns and military thorns into Zhong Yuanzhong and asked him to wear self-defense, and it didn't matter what else—started It's time to go to the convenience store and swipe the card to buy rice balls, water and fruits. How far can the middle school students go on their school trips?There are board and lodging supplies when we arrive at the place, wouldn't bringing such snacks add weight to ourselves!

Since it was the first time for the children to go to a slightly distant place without the supervision of their parents, the school asked the parents to send them to the assembly point, and then pick them up from the assembly point.Rimbaud drove the family's ordinary family car to send the middle school to the parking lot of the affiliated middle school. The bus was waiting here, and she felt like walking on a red carpet amidst the parents like a background board.

"Take care of yourself, call if you have anything to do." She rubbed her son's hair, and watched him put a backpack on his back and wave his hands to get on the bus in two steps.

Chuya has both expectations and worries about this novel trip. The anticipation is of course wanting to go out and play, and the worry is--my mother should not make something big in two weeks... probably?

Watching the school bus slowly pull out of the parking lot, the empty-nest old mother drove the car home and was at a loss for what to do.

Summer vacation - no need to go to class, no need to prepare lesson plans and prepare classroom content; no need to be at home during middle school - no need to pick up and drop off, no need to think about three meals.

Suddenly there was too much free time, and she didn't know how to pass it.Just when Rimbaud was considering whether he should book a ticket to go to Hakata, the phone rang. The calling number was Dazai's number, but the voice after connecting was another person: "Ma'am! Mr. Dazai jumped into the Tsurumi River and refused." come out……"

"If he refuses to come out, let him soak in it. When he thinks it's okay, he will come out by himself." She didn't even change her expression, she turned over and just wanted to sigh.The guerrilla member on the opposite side almost didn't cry: "But Mr. Dazai drank half a bottle of whiskey before!"

"Got it, I'll go right away." She went to the kitchen, raised her hand, and took out a can of crab meat that normal people eat in Adrian's storage cabinet. Behind a group of black suits who were battered like ants in a hot pot.

"What about people?"

A slightly indifferent female voice came from behind, and the guerrilla members stepped back half a step, lined up in two rows and bowed with a "snap": "Ma'am!"

"Mr. Dazai is right below!"

Rimbaud walked to the river and leaned over to have a look. There was a dark shadow soaked in the water. Those who didn't know it thought it was a ball of soaked black cloth.She looked around, and immediately someone came up to ask what she needed, and the professor was not polite: "Go and pick up a longer branch for me."

It was easy to do, and soon the branches were in place.She pulled the ring of the can of crab meat a little, and one end of the branch got stuck in the can, and she held the other end to extend the can above the river.The motionless black shadow in the middle of the Tsurumi River broke through the water immediately.Rimbaud pulled back the branches and cans very quickly, and the black-haired boy with good water skills climbed ashore from the river with a calm face and dangling.

Before he could reach for the can, she stepped up and tripped the kid to eat shit.Swinging his head back, more than a dozen big men in black swarmed up, tied the wet Dazai Osamu tightly and stuffed them into the car that had been on standby for a long time, and invited him into the headquarters building together with the leader's wife.

"Are you doing something stupid again, or is Mr. Mori asking Dazai to do something again?"

Even if Osamu Dazai is addicted to suicide, every time he takes action, it is not for no reason, but there are a little more reasons for inducing suicide than others.

At least not without trace.

The guy who was tied into rice dumplings in the back row immediately hummed loudly, like a kitten who had been wronged and went home to complain.Rimbaud grabbed the tissue box next to the seat and turned around and smashed it: "Speak if you have something to say!"

The tissue box hit the ground next to his head with a "slap", and the loveless boy sighed greatly: "What, I just found out that the delicate and beautiful big sister may be a confused old man with a bad brain... This blow It's too big..."

"Is that so?" It was indeed a bit of a shock, Rimbaud turned his head and looked at him in confusion: "I have a student whose brother is very good at putting on clothes, and he will never let you find out that he is a man, do you want to get to know him? See If you have more, you won’t be hit any more.”

"Or I'll take you to a ladyboy bar to see the world."

"What! There is such a good thing! You pay the bill?"

The men in black around fell silent—Madam, is this method of education really okay?

No matter where you plan to go, the first step is to send Dazai back to the PortMafia headquarters building.He suddenly jumped into the river without knowing why during the mission, and Mr. Sen is still waiting for his report.After confirming that the boy just took a few sips of water in the river, Rimbaud threw the cracked canned crab meat to him: "Go change your clothes and do your work, and come home for dinner on time at night!"

Zhong is not at home, so this one is particularly noisy.

"Oh, I see." The young man took the can and put it in his pocket, and took out a carefully wrapped book cover from the other pocket of his coat - "Complete Sex", "I said that I always felt that my image was missing What, plus, does this gentleness reveal melancholy, and there is a bit of mystery in the melancholy, and the mystery is wrapped in a little tenderness?"

"I think what you need is not "Complete Sex", what you need is "The Actor's Self-cultivation" by Stanislavsky." Rimbaud rolled his eyes, Dazai "Sikusiku" smiled strangely Voice: "Russians have really long names." After speaking, he opened the strange book and read it while being wrapped in the middle by guerrilla members and sent to the chief's office.

Probably because he was afraid that he would lose his mind halfway and jump off a building or something.

Two hours later, Rimbaud, who was waiting in the treatment room, did not wait for Osamu Dazai, but Ogai Mori who led Alice as if he was about to skip work: "Dazai-kun slipped out to play while I was not paying attention." , but I think he'll remember to go home before the gate."

Rimbaud didn't bother to expose such a lie that even the Chinese could not be deceived, so he nodded casually: "Oh, then let's go." She didn't want to drive or squeeze the traffic, she opened the subspace and planned to bring the man at the door. Send directly...

Then there is the problem.

Rimbaud noticed a slight vibration in the subspace, and took a chance to step out with one foot to check. There was no problem, and he stepped on half a foot, and then quickly stepped back.

The outside is fine, still in Yokohama, still in the PortMafia building...the only problem is that I don’t know why it appeared in the lobby on the first floor and the demolition project is going on outside.

The foundation is almost cooked. Which young man with courage and imagination took this kind of attack method?

Mori Ogai who can see the scene outside the subspace: "..."

Meow meow meow?What the hell?

"Fortunately, which builder built the building? It's so strong that it won't collapse after being blown up like this!" Professor Rimbaud said that this was really a compliment, but Mr. Sen felt that he was not comforted.

Fortunately, the blasting ghost didn't last too long, and the explosion stopped after 10 minutes. Rimbaud wanted to withdraw from the subspace and go out to have a look, but Mori Ogai stopped her from behind: "Can we keep people here?"

Of course, creatures can be accommodated in the subspace. This is a world completely separated from the normal space and is not restricted by the laws of physics.Rimbaud didn't quite understand what he wanted to do, but since he said he wanted to stay here, it was fine.

"Stay here and only I can hear your voice, and only I can see you. Let me know when you need or think you can go out."

She explained briefly, as if she had walked out of an invisible house, she appeared in the hall on the first floor that was completely blackened by the bombing.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Ango let go first,

Ask Mr. Mori first

Wake up

found my building

bombed by one's own people

What do you think...

When I was chasing the series, I really wanted to ask Mr. Nemori!