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

After beating his son fat, Rimbaud drove home the boy who was walking slowly with his tail between his legs.Education belongs to education, and it is absolutely impossible to throw children outside and ignore them.

Dazai just wanted to turn around and find that Imai's trouble now—do you still have a bit of professionalism?Wouldn't it be flexible to write homework for others?

"If you don't like it, just tell me. I won't force you to do what you don't want to do." Rimbaud threw the key on the bucket kitchen and changed his shoes while talking to the young man behind him. If it wasn't a family member, she would I'm too lazy to talk nonsense, I care about you!

Dazai lay down on the sofa, exuding an air of lovelessness from birth.Adrian was a little curious. The cat came over and sniffed it, then jumped onto the boy's back, stretched out its paws, and stomped on it for a while, then lay down and coiled into a ball of black fur.From a distance, it looks like a round hair ball lying on a flat hair ball.

Chuya was used to seeing this scene when he came back from school. Dazai wanted to die at least six days a week, and he wanted to die especially the rest of the day.Anyway, no matter how much you toss this guy, he won't die. The unlucky ones are always others, let him go.

The boy threw his schoolbag into the study room, washed his hands, took out a few apples from the refrigerator, threw one to the dying guy on the sofa, and put the rest in the fruit bowl.

Rimbaud changed his home clothes and went downstairs to see his two sons, one sitting and doing homework, the other lying on his stomach gnawing an apple, and the one lying on his stomach picked out the apple pieces from his mouth and held them in his hand, turning around to tease him lying on his back. on the cat.

She picked up the apple and took a bite, distracting her attention from looking at Chuya's textbook.

Well, math, I don't understand.

Although he is not yet 16 years old, Zhong has already developed quite self-conscious habits and is a self-disciplined teenager.Finish the remaining homework in half an hour, then open the book and practice the piano step by step... It is completely opposite to the style of someone who will not do homework if he is beaten to death, or ask someone else to write it for him.

Ah...hate... how can there be such a hateful guy in the world...

The black-haired boy, who was still hot on his buttocks, took another bite of the apple indignantly, and he didn't have the aura of being turbulent outside at all.

After a while, another gentleman who looked like a dog outside came back.He walked into the entrance with a bouquet of white camellias in his arms, glanced at the layout of the living room, and immediately smiled brightly: "Ah? What is Dazai-kun doing again? Ma'am, don't be angry."

If the obvious schadenfreude in his tone is ignored, it seems to give people the illusion of a reliable father.

Mr. Sen took the bouquet and replaced yesterday's one, looked at the two weeds squatting in rows on the window sill and asked: "Have you seen these two blooming?"

"The pothos doesn't seem to be blooming. The flowering period of the other pot has passed, and I don't know when it will bloom again." She looked back, and the leaves of the cyan Bianhua flower looked almost the same as weeds, and the potted pot was disheveled. , not tall at all.

"Looks like Lycoris?" Mr. Mori lost interest after admiring it for a while, turned around to toss the camellia he brought home, and moved it to the dressing table and to the dining table, probably because he had nothing to do.

He was walking around the living room looking particularly annoying.After turning around four or five times, there was still nothing to achieve, so I simply dug out a copy of "Social Contract Theory" from the study to torture Osamu Dazai who was lying on the sofa and wanted to die.

It's not that he doesn't want to be with his wife, but that there are two big sons in the living room. In the past, he might be beaten badly and even made fun of by his son. Mr. Mori had to give up this extremely attractive option.

Dazai just felt that this family couldn't stay, and didn't leave any living space for the scumbags at all, just about to jump up and run away from home to protest, the pain in his butt immediately warned him what happened before.

"Aw! Pain, pain, pain!" The coquettish woman, who is super afraid of pain, covered her buttocks and huddled up, peeking through the gap to look at the long-haired woman who was flipping the pages of the book to find information and revise the new lesson plan.

"Mother" pushed the anti-blue light glasses without even raising her head: "Is the skin itchy again?"

Performing an artistic performance in front of a man who has mastered how to create all kinds of wounds to destroy evidence is tantamount to provocation.After shouting half of the pain, the black-haired boy retracted again: "Oh."

Only Adrian still lay on his back and licked JioJio without giving up.

It was supposed to be a "quiet and peaceful" night, at least for Professor Rimbaud's family, but it was completely broken by a late-night phone call.Rimbaud didn't take his eyes off the lesson plan, and slowly stretched out his hand to touch it for a while before he took out the buzzing mobile phone from the sofa interlayer and clicked it to play.

A strange voice came out: "You are Masao Imai's family, right? This guy is in our hands now." The person on the other end of the phone didn't give Rimbaud a chance to speak, and cut in a sound of fleshy weeping , "This guy offended PortMafia, if you want him to live, follow the message prompts and prepare 5000 million to deliver as requested."

"If you don't see anything after eight hours, we'll send you something from him every six or 10 minutes."

After finishing talking, the phone was hung up. Professor Lan Bo looked up at Mr. Sen who was on the opposite sofa with a blank face: "Do you think this guy is worth 5000 million?"

Sorry she didn't see it.

Imai Masao is just an ordinary sophomore, no different from other ordinary students - all sophomores are already adults at the age of 20, this age is obviously beyond the average of the protagonists in the boy manga in JUMP age, so he is really just an ordinary student. He has neither supernatural powers nor been to a different world, nor can he summon heroic spirits. He is not worth 5000 million.

Mr. Mori's expression was solemn - of course he wasn't thinking about whether Masao Imai was worth 5000 million, but what he was thinking about was whether there were such members in PortMafia who seriously lowered the average IQ?

You can call the wrong person even if you make a blackmail call, don't you want to do it!

If you don't want to do it, come to my office to make a resignation report. Why do you have to express it so tortuously?

The two looked at each other across the coffee table for a while, and turned to look at Dazai together.Sensing the danger, the black-haired boy quickly dismissed the blame: "I didn't do it, I plan to keep him..." Continue to do my homework in the future...

He said it wasn't him, Rimbaud nodded and went to see Mr. Mori again, the leader who took the blame for others shook his head: "There is no kidnapping business that needs to be carried out recently, and there seems to be no large club named Imai in Yokohama that is worth extorting from PortMafia."

Of course, it may also be the voluntary action of the people below who want to open up new sources of income.

The professor took off his glasses, wiped them and put them on again: "I understand." She didn't say what she understood, and threw the phone to Osamu Dazai who refused to come down on the sofa: "Can you find the address of the caller?"

Please remove the word "what"!

He took the phone and fiddled with it for a while, and got a coordinate: "This is here... Huh? It wasn't PortMafia. This is the site of other organizations. No one will take the meat ticket out, it's too stupid."

Mr. Mori, who almost took the blame for others in vain, was outraged—outrageous, too much!Blackmailed to my head, who is the talker at night in Yokohama?ah! (Groundhog screams.jpg)

Rimbaud took back his mobile phone and opened the electronic map to find the specific address according to the coordinates given by Dazai. It was an abandoned military warehouse as early as the end of the war. It was quite far from the sea, and it was close to the westernmost point of Yokohama.

She also found the student directory to find the mailing address and home address registered by Imai, and found that there was a certain gap between the student's activity track and PortMafia's territory.This guy was kidnapped by Dazai just yesterday, anyway, it is impossible to run in this direction by himself today, and the probability of being picked up by PortMafia members is even lower.

Therefore, there is only one truth, and that is that Mr. Sen is really taking the blame for others this time.

Of course Mori Ogai, who always blamed others, was not happy. He took out a phone that had been muted as soon as he entered the house from his pocket, and asked Mr. Hirotsu to go outside. Professor Rimbaud snorted, and disappeared together in home clothes and slippers. In pale golden light.Mr. Sen immediately revised the order on the phone: "You don't need to do anything, just rush over to pick up the person as soon as possible. Inform Hongye Jun's torture team to work overtime!"

——Imai Masao felt that he was probably being targeted by the god of death.

Just after walking out of the school gate, he enjoyed the "little black car" treatment again. This time, he was not as lucky as last time and was released after a day of writing papers. This time, the kidnappers were serious.

They beat him up and took away his mobile phone. They searched through the address book from top to bottom, and locked on the number marked as "ancestor"—either grandfather or grandmother. The elderly often love their grandchildren more. He was too timid to call the police, as long as he reported PortMafia's name, there was almost no possibility of missing him.

Well, hardly ever.

Just as the kidnappers were discussing how to divide up the stolen money that was about to be obtained, someone knocked on the door of the room very politely.

"Are you the one who called me to ask for 5000 million just now?" The wooden door was kicked away from the outside, and a fluffy slipper flew in and stuck on the forehead of a hapless kidnapper, who passed out without even groaning. on the ground.Masao Imai opened his swollen eyes and watched the professor who had always been elegant and calm on the podium wearing home clothes with bare feet and copying another fluffy slipper to kill all directions.

It's really autistic, the kind with only one breath left.

After 10 minutes, he was dragged out from the corner by the professor. Rimbaud threw away the slippers in his hand and took out the gun with the safety in the students' frightened eyes.

Imai Masao: My life is over!

After the sound of the gunshot, the rope that tied him tightly fell to the ground. The impatient professor took the useless student aside by his collar, and raised the gun from behind as if he had eyes, and gave it to someone who secretly picked up the weapon and wanted to attack him Guy a bullet.

If it weren't for the consideration of Miss Hongye's mood, she wouldn't have kept a single one alive.

Masao Imai: Professor Rimbaud is so gentle, he just hit me with the tip of a chalk, and even hit it on the table on purpose... Wow!Thank you, Professor, for not killing me!