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

"Wait here for a while and see what happens?"

Mr. Sen pointed to the bar directly opposite the tea restaurant. Professor Lan Bo looked back at the clothes on the two of them, and took off his coat decisively.

She was wearing a gown with spaghetti straps, and when she took off her coat, she looked like she would drown in her collarbone socket.She took off her glasses and put them in Mr. Mori's pocket and patted them. Ms. Rimbaud let her hair go to the bar.

"Hello, ma'am..." The bodyguard guarding the door wanted to say that it was still a little early, the long-haired woman turned her face and looked at it sideways, the corners of her mouth pulled upwards with an almost invisible arc: "I just want to find a quiet place Sit down and have something to say to the guy behind."

I don't know what expression she made towards the bodyguards. They not only opened the door politely, but also pointed down the stairs: "There are small rooms upstairs, and they are all guests chatting with friends. Miss, please."

It is true that the first floor has not yet opened for business, and there is not even a bartender behind the bar, but the second floor has something different.The doors of all small rooms with people are closed. Rimbaud looked at the angle and chose a position where he could see the main hall of the opposite tea restaurant clearly.

"Most of this time is the time for brokers to make connections. If it's a serious business in an outside coffee shop, what can't be discussed? This kind of place where there are so many foreigners, the police won't easily come in and ask for a random inspection. Isn't it extraterritorial?" She explained briefly, and quite naturally opened the window halfway and squinted for a few glances: "Sit over there and block the view."

Mr. Sen didn't ask her what kind of sight he was blocking. He followed the request and sat down across the table: "What do you think, madam?"

At this moment, the professor has brought out a slender box from the subspace, and the timing starts from the moment the box is opened, and the TAC-20 is assembled in about 50 seconds.In order not to kill anyone with one shot, she specially changed to a bullet with less lethality: "Huh? What do you think? No, just look at it."

There was no fixed bracket on the window sill. Rimbaud lowered the blinds halfway, raised his legs and stepped on the light golden cube that appeared out of thin air, arched his body in an elegant arc to stabilize the TAC-50, and corrected the error with the scope.If it weren't for the fact that the guns were also brought out, how could such a small scene use ultra-long-range sniper weapons.

The aura belonging to the hunter is solidified in the space, powerful and beautiful.

Recalling the location of the wound that the leader of PortMafia tried hard to conceal, Professor Rimbaud narrowed his eyes: "What kind of guy is this kid, he dares to touch my sandbag!"

Mr. Mori as a sandbag: "..."

Okay, you did your best to find excuses for your shortcomings.

"A little punishment is enough. A homicide happened here, Dazai-kun will have a headache, madam?"

For half an hour, she remained motionless, and the Russian youth hiding in the corner of the tea restaurant called the waiter for a refill and made another phone call.The bar changed the tune along with the light music played on the city radio, and the waltz slowly played the prelude.

After saying that everyone arrived, Rimbaud seemed to see something and suddenly moved away from the scope.She put down the TAC-50 and went to the window to look out. Mr. Sen was stuck on the other side and smiled brightly.

A group of college students just happened to be pouring in at the entrance of the tea restaurant, as if they were doing a social survey. A tall, fluffy black-haired young man in a sand-colored trench coat took the opportunity to sneak in. After a while, a blond young man in a suit with a newspaper in his hand also walked in. .

The two people obviously knew each other, and it was interesting to choose where to sit. They happened to be stuck in a dead corner so that they would not be seen by the Russians who were hiding in the deepest place, but they were stuck on the only way to leave the tea restaurant.

"emmmmmm..." Rimbaud tilted his head, and rearranged his sniper rifle: "It seems that Dazai has been squeezed too much by you, look at this kid's skinny, the wind can blow him up .”

"What, Mr. Dazai swells and floats into the sky because of his wife's pampering, it has nothing to do with the wind speed."

Mr. Sen smiled brighter and brighter.

The unscrupulous couple stood by the window and watched the "second son" scare the "international friends" viciously. The Russian youth couldn't run away when he was blocked, and he could only hold his head in his hands as if obeying.He was completely surrounded by the "Black Team" under the Supernatural Secret Service Division who came after being notified.A soldier put down his gun and stepped forward to bind his hands with restraint belts. There was a contemptuous mockery on his face.

"Not good!" The moment Dazai turned sharply, a bullet interrupted the process of Dostoevsky's killing with supernatural powers.The soldier's facial features ooze blood and fall to the ground, but fortunately he did not lose his life.The left abdomen was shot precisely from behind, and Dostoevsky also fell to the ground——I am just an anemic and weak Russian baby! M! SKBL!

The bullet pierced his body and embedded itself in the floor. If it hadn't been for the sound of hitting the tiles and cement, no one would have noticed that there was a squirrel hiding behind them until this moment.

In order not to die, Dostoyevsky had no choice but to allow the Supernatural Secret Service to send soldiers to lift him up and send him to the hospital of the prison. Presumably he will be more honest for a long time.

"Humph!"

Professor Rimbaud quickly disassembled the gun/barrel to clean the battlefield. By the time the police officers who came to search the scene rushed into the empty room, they couldn't even detect the sexual reaction inside.

A beautiful woman with long curly black hair and a long dress with spaghetti straps was sitting next door. When asked, she only said that she was here to discuss divorce with her husband (?), who was angry half an hour ago leave.

(Mr. Mori, who was ruthlessly packed and stuffed into the subspace: "...Meow meow? _(:з"∠)_...")

With every other guest in the room a million times more suspicious than her, this beautiful lady was quickly let go.

She carefully picked up the corner of her skirt and walked down the stairs. Not only did she meekly cooperate with the police's investigation work, but she also politely smiled and nodded her thanks before leaving.

This must be a lady of extraordinary background!

Professor Lan Bo walked away from the "crime scene" in no hurry, and stopped within the safety line when encountering traffic lights and waited patiently.A branch of fiery red roses with leaves, freshly folded from the flower garden of some shop, was held up in front of her, and when she looked up, the wrist of the person holding the flower was tightly wrapped with bandages.

It turned out that there was nothing wrong with Osamu Dazai's eye wrapped in a bandage!

Professor Lan Bo looked up and followed his left eye, including half of his face, and muttered in a low voice, "There is no color layering?"

"?"

The black-haired young man didn't hear clearly, and passed the flower in his hand forward again: "Miss, for God's sake, please accept this flower no matter what, just like accepting my heart~"

After the voice-changing period, the baby-like voice that sounds like a spoiled child has become gentle and sweet. Just listening to the words, I can never imagine how much this guy can cause trouble and irritate people.

"You don't know, don't you, that not all Europeans believe in God?"

Miss Professor suddenly raised her hand to RUA and touched his seaweed-like hairy head. The other party pushed her nose up and pressed her hand on her face. In the public, she simply knelt down on one knee as if a shining white rose was blooming behind her: "Miss, at this moment, you are my belief, do you want to try to die for love with me? Die for love~ This word is really beautiful~"

The sickness in the boy's head was too serious.

Rimbaud tossed her hair back, and the just-right breeze brushed it behind her.The woman who seemed to be favored by the gods had melancholy eyes. Just when people thought she would say something, this too beautiful and elegant lady lifted her skirt and kicked in a roundabout way, hitting the black-haired young man in front of him on the chin and knocking him to the ground.

After a hit, the lady shook her skirt shyly and bowed to the startled innocent passers-by, then picked up the young man's collar and dragged him away like a rag.

She left with an elegant and reserved posture, just like the Queen exited from a boring reception ahead of time.Passers-by stepped aside one after another, seeing her holding up the long skirt with one hand and dragging someone with the other, she turned a corner with her chest raised and her head raised, and disappeared.

"Miss~ Miss, is this not too good? I really like your enthusiasm, but will this be too fast, I mean..." The young man who was dragged into the dark alley all the way had a mean mouth, He didn't close his mouth until the huge double-edged scythe circled him in a dead corner and couldn't move. By the way, he raised his hand and made a zipping movement in the air.

"You don't need to say anything, and I don't want to hear it." Rimbaud smiled and squeezed his fists: "Your expression tells me that I am familiar with this scythe, that's really great, we can save a lot of time. "

The young man lowered his head and looked as pitiful as he was resigned to his fate—of course he was familiar with this sickle, and it was such a big wound that he almost had a chest surgery.

The adopted son is also a son, although he was picked up in the trash can, although he is not favored by his own son, he is not a little cabbage thrown in the field and left unattended.Rimbaud smelled the heavy smell of disinfectant on his body, and ignored the young man's screams of "hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Tsk, one shot is cheap for that kid!"

She frowned, put away the sickle, turned and squatted down: "Come up quickly, I'll carry you to the hospital."

The young man froze for a moment, staring at the back of her neck that was exposed unsuspectingly, not knowing how to react.

This kind of undisguised care and trust doesn't seem to have much to do with him?

"What are you in a daze for? Are you stupid! Hurry up!" If this kid hadn't been able to fit into the subspace, he would have left in a hurry.

He was stunned for a while, then stretched out his arms to wrap her arms around her neck, and as soon as her legs tightened, she was caught on her back.The person carrying him can't be said to be very strong. The back looks smooth and thin, but there is an endless stream of temperature passing through the clothes.

To be honest, a big man who is about 1.8 meters tall is carried away by a woman. It would be embarrassing for someone else, but this black-haired young man hid his face in the woman's hair and rubbed it softly.

It's so warm, Mr. Lantang, you are so warm when you are afraid of the cold.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Russian

must be persecuted

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also want to hit