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

"How many times have I told you that it's fine if you can't beat it, you have to learn to run." Rimbaud pumped his little son up, and walked a few steps along the path to the door of the nearest hospital.Mr. Mori, who was staying in the subspace, refused to treat the boy, saying that seeing him gave him a headache and stomachache. In desperation, he could only hand him over to regular medical workers to deal with the problem of wound dehiscence.

Walking to the gate of the hospital, Akiko Yosano, who had met once at the gate of the bombed-out PortMafia, rushed out from the slanting stab.The hatchet came down on the head, and Rimbaud, who had no time to dodge, threw out the sickle with one hand to block the attack, turned his weapon around and swept out with the handle of the sickle.Her speed was too fast, and Miss Xie Ye flew directly into the roadside green belt.

A hoarse voice came from further away: "Mr. Dazai—!"

The young man on Rimbaud's back raised his face from her hair and moaned: "Let me introduce to you, this is my mother~"

"..." If it weren't for the undelivered red rose in his hand, the people who eat melons might believe it.But there were still innocent people who didn't know the truth were deceived by him, and a violent voice rang in Rimbaud's ear: "Dazai, you bastard, can't you be more filial to Lingtang!"

"A man of this age actually asked Lingtang to carry you all the way to the hospital. Don't discredit the detective agency's signboard!"

"Mr. Dazai! I can also carry you to the hospital, don't bother the old lady!"

Rimbaud, who was provoked by the word "old", almost threw his "little son" out, and turned his face away, wanting to go to the hospital and hide as far away as possible from these poisonous guys.Seeing this, the black-haired young man hugged her neck and howled: "Mom, I don't have medical insurance, and Mr. Sen didn't apply for it for me!"

Mr. Mori, who was autistic in the subspace, smiled meaningfully, and Professor Rimbaud could only sigh and stop.

"Send it to the Armed Detective Agency, and I'll sew it up for him." Yosano Akiko walked out of the bushes and glanced at her suspiciously—since she was the colleague's mother (probably fake), and There is no deep hatred (key reason), and the previous small conflicts will naturally disappear.

A business car stopped right in front of it, and there was Mr. Fukuzawa, the president, sitting in the town house. Rimbaud opened the door and stuffed Dazai in, and wanted to leave. The black-haired young man quickly grabbed her wrist with his backhand—tsk, subspace Can't open it.

There is no need to fight, I can only sit in the back seat and accompany this money-losing guy.

Even though the wound was torn and painful, Dazai still insisted on resting his head on Professor Rimbaud's shoulder. If it wasn't for the limited space, it would not be impossible to shamelessly walk on her lap.Driving in the driver's seat was a young man with orange-red hair who seemed to have just left the campus. He was somewhat afraid of the aura of Miss Professor.

The commercial vehicle started quickly, and the young man in black who called Rimbaud "Old Lady" was thrown outside and ignored.Before the wheels left ruts on the ground, a group of black suits wearing sunglasses flooded out to block the entire street, and the car was affected by a mysterious force and could not leave the spot...

——"Slug, are you getting fat again, and the car can't even move. I really don't understand why you can't learn to hide in the dark and hide all the fat on your body? PortMafia fights Killing the job can't save your life, which is gradually becoming greasy?"

The black-haired young man leaning on Rimbaud's shoulder opened his mouth in a series of sarcasm, and the orange-haired young man who blocked the car outside with a rather domineering posture couldn't help but feel aggrieved when he saw the scene in the back seat: "Mr. Lan Tang! He scolded me!"

"Oh, you can beat him." Miss Professor said with a blank expression on her face, "I'd rather take you to the hospital to apologize to others, than let me hear you being bullied and come back to complain pitifully with your tail between your legs."

"..." The people in the car were shocked by such a horrific proclamation to protect the short-term, secretly watching Rimbaud and the guy on her shoulder from different angles.

The one on the outside is your own, and the one on the inside...was it picked up in the trash can?

etc!No!This lady still looks very young, "Mom" or something, Dazai was joking, right?

"No, I'm the real one!" Someone raised his arms and hugged her waist tightly and began to play tricks, the professor rolled his eyes: "Don't, I don't have the ability to give birth to a son like you, you have to be Mr. Sen's own .”

More than [-] people stuck out their tongues from the Central Plains cadres outside through the cracked car windows: "Bah, bah, all the evils are gone!"

After he vomited halfway, Rimbaud punched his fingers and went down: "Be honest, even if the wound is opened, you won't be able to stop your mouth. Are you not afraid of pain anymore?"

Hearing this, the black-haired young man immediately collapsed into noodles: "Ah! Pain, pain, pain!" He was really afraid of pain, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.

She stroked her back twice like a cat, raised her head and said to the Central Plains cadres who were still guarding outside: "You go back and report to your orders first, and I will go to the PortMafia headquarters building by myself at the latest tomorrow morning."

A similar plan had already been made, and the orange-haired youth raised his hand and let go of the commercial vehicle: "Understood. The BOSS has an order that if you can't see the former quasi-cadres before work tomorrow, then he has to come to invite you back in person. so."

The original words of the leader of PortMafia are as follows: "It's rare that our PortMafia has a leader's wife? No matter what, you can't let your wife be in danger in a hostile organization, right? If your wife always refuses to come back, then I will invite her in person." Already~"

Koye Ozaki, who stood by as a guard, said on the spot that if the "madame" did not reach the legal limit, she would not mind finding some tools from the medicine box to sew up the leader's mouth for cleanliness...

As the PortMafia disappeared like the ebbing tide again, the commercial vehicle was finally able to drive normally.

Osamu Dazai was the most injured person in this battle of the Armed Detective Agency. Everyone else was hit by supernatural powers. Once it was released, there was nothing wrong with it. Only he was hit by sniper bullets, and he still couldn’t accept the supernatural power treatment with Akiko Yosano. .

Just bad luck.

But he has always been unlucky, so he won't be too depressed.

Tanizaki Junichiro, who also suffered from physical trauma, came back to life on the spot after two bouts of refreshment. Only Dazai had to undergo another surgical suture.

Rimbaud didn't stay with the members of the detective agency either. She was sitting in the whirlpool cafe on the first floor drinking coffee and having snacks, waiting to hear the news by the way.

The one who brought the news was a 14-year-old boy with hair like mature wheat straw and a simple and sincere smile on his face: "Hello~ Mr. Dazai is fine now!"

"You can call me Professor Rimbaud."

Rimbaud took out his monocle and put it on again, a white light flashed through the lens: "Why didn't you go to school?!"

Miyazawa Kenji: "..." Is, really a professor?

"Yes, I'm sorry... There are no young people in the village anymore, and the school is just..."

It has to be said that TEACHER is basically an advantageous class for special attacks on minors, and if it is reasonable or unreasonable, it will subconsciously become much better in front of the teacher.

"In this way, you can consider self-study or night school, and don't give up too early."

She just didn't know what to say to this child, so she randomly picked up a topic so as not to make the scene too awkward... It felt like it was getting more awkward.

The young boy's personality was very cheerful, and he changed the subject almost in the next second: "Professor~President, please go up and sit down for a while~"

"Are you really Mr. Dazai's mother? You look so young!"

Professor Rimbaud was speechless: "I am only 26 years old..."

"Huh? You are the same age as Mr. Ranpo, did you become a mother so early?" Xianzhi's eyes lit up immediately: "People in big cities are amazing!"

Rimbaud: "..."

No, boy...it's not about the city you're in, really!

Mr. Mori, who was hiding in the subspace and peeking at the screen, was looking around with a smile.

Regardless of Paris or Yokohama, this blame is not willing to take the blame.

Until sending her into the president's office, Miyazawa Kenji still maintained an expression of admiration, and as soon as he turned around, he was surrounded by other colleagues nervously: "What information did you find out?!"

"Mr. Dazai's mother is so young, she is still a university professor~" Shicheng's child did not hide anything.

However... "Who wants to know this! By the way, what major does Madam teach?"

Kunikida Doppo held up his small notebook, the first half of the sentence roared and the second half quickly returned to normal, and everyone else looked like they were about to explode with curiosity: "There is probably only this one woman in the last 100 years who can make Dazai good-looking! "

Two hours later, Rimbaud walked out of the president's office of the Armed Detective Agency. There were several people sitting upright in the office area outside, all of whom were injured and working overtime.

She looked at a few members she knew at home, and glanced across the empty desk under the window: "Where is Edogawa Ranpo?"

She actually knew Mr. Ranpo? !

Facing her gaze, anyone would subconsciously report the answer: "Mr. Luanpo has already gone home to wait for punishment..."

"Oh, I'll go see Dazai and leave."

Rimbaud adjusted his monocle, opened the door and moved from the corridor to the treatment room without being guided.

Everyone here is a member of the detective agency. Apart from the natural department, even the temporary worker Tanizaki Naomi can see the problem: "This lady is very familiar with the detective agency!"

Not only the names of the members are familiar, but even the structure is very clear. She seems to belong to the PortMafia forces... Could it be some unknown opponent hidden in the depths?The Gravity Envoy on the other side is enough to cause headaches, and one more character who can suppress our brain (tumor) will make life difficult?

"At this time, this is the only way to go... Aton, go and bring tea to Dazai's mother!"

"Hey? Why me?" The little tiger's tail was almost startled: "It's so scary. When I saw that lady's face, I felt my legs go weak. It's like a scumbag committing a crime for a semester and being arrested. exactly like that!"

Miss Xie Ye put one hand on his shoulder and pushed him towards the tea room: "Because of your face, A-Dun. When you are about to cry, grandma will subconsciously choose to protect you. Go."

"What what?!" Refusing to believe that he was such an image in the eyes of his seniors, the young man who was shocked by the iron fist wanted to cry without tears, trembling with a tea tray, and knocked on the treatment room cubicle with the ardent hope of his colleagues He opened the door, unconsciously revealing his pitiful eyes: "That... Mr. Dazai, and... what would you like to drink?"

Dazai Osamu who was lying on the hospital bed and Rimbaud who was sitting next to the hospital bed turned their faces to look at him together. There was a similar sense of transparency in the iris and bright brown eyes. The little tiger trembled subconsciously, and walked along the crack of the door with its tail clamped Squeeze in.

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森先生:总有刁民想要绿朕。感谢在2020-02-0613:21:25~2020-02-0710:46:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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