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

Mr. Sen tried to use overtime as an excuse to escape sanctions, but unfortunately he forgot what his wife was best at.As night falls, the time belonging to Mafia begins, the building gradually becomes quiet, and the black suits blend into the night one by one.Professor Rimbaud didn't even need to use the elevator, he appeared in the chief's office like a mage in the game.

There will be no one else in the office, only Mr. Chief is still looking through the extra jobs that he found temporarily.

When the sound of snapping his fingers came out, he was still wondering if the guards outside the door should be replaced. When he looked up, he saw the energetic Professor Rimbaud leaning forward with one hand on the desk to look at him.

——Fortunately, this is my wife, fortunately she is lazy... Otherwise, such a supernatural person who is out of control and disappears without a trace is running outside. People have trouble sleeping and eating.

"Ma'am?" Sen Ouwai put down the document in his hand, leaned back slightly on the chair, and put down the guard he had raised in an instant.If she wants to do something, she can put it into practice the next moment she thinks about it, and it's useless for him to do more.The person who lowered the average force value of the leader of PortMafia, probably because of the presence of ferocious beasts, was able to save his life-the upper rank has basically not encountered any assassination in the past few years.

Probably the top assassins also have the habit of dividing their territories, and they will not easily invade other people's territories.She regards Yokohama as her lair, and other powerhouses naturally respect her lair.

Therefore, there is no need to set up defenses against Madam, not to mention hurting feelings, and wasting each other's time and resources... The most important thing is that there is no defense at all.

The way he moved back made Rimbaud laugh, and the person who usually sneered or didn't laugh suddenly laughed like a child, out of thin air: "Run, do you have the ability to run out of the window?"

No such ability.

If you want to run out of the window, you can only ask Alice for help, but it is too ugly to run away like that.Although face is optional, as a leader sometimes face is also very important.

"My lady is here, where am I going?"

There were only two people in the office, so there was no need to fool each other by pretending to be seen by subordinates.The visors used for shading and security are well rolled up and not put down. The office standing at the top of many forces is also the highest in the port area. Under the cover of the night, the endless mountains in the distance can only be seen by the starlight. extended to the sea.

Rimbaud walked to the window and looked out, pointing to a small hill: "There is an Yebisu Shrine there, and the community where my home is located is under the hill, and Yokohama University is further west."

Mr. Mori came out from behind the desk and went up to have a look... Well, I can't tell.I don't quite understand what method she relies on to distinguish the direction. Maybe the ability is related to space, so her perception of space is more sensitive than ordinary people.Or it can be said conversely that it is precisely because of her sensitivity to space changes that the awakened ability is related to space.

——He still doesn't know that Rimbaud can also drive supernatural life forms, summon the dead through the bones and use them for his own use, and still retain his sanity and abilities during his lifetime.

The necromancer has always assumed the heavy responsibility of the villain boss, and this vest Rimbaud would never take off no matter what.

The two huddled in front of the window and looked into the distance for a while.The adjacent port of Yokohama has fallen asleep except for the lighthouse. Ships returning from a long voyage rely on the light on the lighthouse to determine their direction. The sound of a whistle comes from the sea, as if a wanderer is returning home.

"The land of Yokohama, isn't it beautiful!" Mori Ogai withdrew his gaze, and turned his gaze to his wife's body suddenly soft - the land under his feet has such magical power, even foreigners will one day stop wandering and rely on it Rest in the harbor.

Rimbaud craves the view outside the window like a child, sticking to the glass and looking out.Sparsely dotted lights embedded in the city flow into the distance, and finally connect with the Milky Way in the sky, as if the Milky Way hangs upside down and flows into the world.She looked at it for a while before remembering why she came to Mr. Sen's office, and turned around just in time to meet the softness in his eyes that had not been restrained.

Miss Professor raised her eyebrows sideways and leaned back against the glass with a rather provocative expression. She leaned her upper body forward, using this angle to create a height difference. She reached out and grabbed Mr. Mori's red scarf to prevent him from having a chance. Stepping back: "Are you afraid, or are you shy?"

Mori Ogai thought for a while, and felt that he didn't want to choose either of these two options: "Probably because my wife is looking at it so seriously."

The ripples in the purple eyes are like the light and shadow left by the sunlight filtering through the crystal: "I think, if you look at me like this, no one will feel nervous." He didn't avoid her gaze, and raised his hand to touch her very close For a moment, he couldn't resist touching the rosy and soft lips in front of him, but Rimbaud let go of his scarf and stood up straight, appearing behind him in an instant through the subspace.

He rubbed his forehead with a wry smile as if facing a naughty little daughter and turned around. The person who provoked everything with evil intentions had already walked to the sofa and randomly picked up a biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth.Rimbaud nestled himself into the sofa and saw a stack of darts neatly stacked in a box beside him. He thought it was interesting and took one from it, closed one eye and threw it at the target hanging on the wall.

With a "duh" sound, the dart hits the bull's-eye, and you can tell by the sound.

Mr. Sen walked over to sit beside her, and also took out the dart and threw it out. It hit the wall with a jingle and fell to the floor, bouncing up and down.He paused suspiciously, took out a scalpel from his pocket, and threw it out again. This time, he didn't land on the ground with his face closed, and stuck very firmly two centimeters from the edge of the target.

"You are accurate..." There are so many things to say, and I don't know where to start to dislike him.

She reached out to take out his coat pocket, but took out nothing, then touched the other pocket without giving up, but there was still nothing.I don't know where this man hides the scalpel. Rimbaud jumped from one end of the sofa to the other, pressed on Mr. Sen's leg, grabbed his arm and rummaged in the sleeve, and reached in from the cuff to feel it, just like a security check. Pat the shirt pockets, collar, underarms, waist... He almost stripped him naked for research.

"Don't... Ma'am! It will itch!" He hastily clenched his neckline and hid like a woman from a good family who has been molested by thugs. However, the difference in force was huge, and she was stuck between the back of the sofa and her arms.

I'm a little bit wanting, but I'm not willing to keep using the heroine's script, so I'm talking about the present.

"You are not a person with supernatural powers of the space system. Where are you hiding the scalpels?" In the end, she only found a pocket gun from the inner pocket of her coat. The little one was thrown into the fruit bowl to lie down with a bunch of grapes for company.

"I usually put it in my sleeve... I really don't have it anymore, I only brought a handful today..." Mr. Sen was a little aggrieved, what's wrong with the clerical job!Do you look down on civil servants?

Miss Professor of the Martial Force Ceiling said that she is also a civil servant, and she didn't mean to look down on civil servants at all, so she continued to ask curiously: "I remember how many scalpels you have?"

"Put it in a pot and boil it to sterilize it, and use it next time." Mr. Sen is very proud of his professionalism.However, his wife's eyes were sharp in an instant: "Which pot are you cooking in?"

"It's the pot that Mr. Guangjin sent home not long ago. The size, depth and material are very suitable for disinfection of medical instruments. Not to mention scalpels, even tweezers can be put in it. Ah! I think small awls or something You can also..." He suddenly found a blind spot while talking, and his voice subconsciously lowered: "The pot?"

"That's right! The nanny I hired took the pot to stew curry, I hope he can wash it clean enough every time." Professor Rimbaud's expression was deep, and Mr. Sen, who was also deep, tried to recall: "Recently, there is no Members who are worthy of my personal execution are just routinely boiled and sterilized, and you don’t have to worry about ingredients that shouldn’t be mixed into the curry..."

"That being said, ma'am, can curry not appear on the table at home in the next year? I think we should pay the nanny full salary and send him to a catering school."

Rimbaud covered his forehead and jumped from his lap to the ground: "Sakunosuke is probably some kind of curry monster. Isn't everything in Japan turned into a monster? It must be curry that becomes a monster. If you don't eat curry, you can't live... Forget it , I still fire him. Anyway, Chuya grows up and no longer needs a nanny who can only make curry... Let Sakunosuke go back to write his story and open his orphanage!"

She read a few words indiscriminately, fell back on the other side of the sofa, took out her mobile phone and made a call - everyone should be asleep at this point, but Oda Sakunosuke seems to be outdoors, probably busy with the work of the detective agency?

The phone was connected in an instant, and the red-haired young man's confused voice was very surprised: "Professor, you called suddenly, are you worried about Dazai?"

Professor Lan Bo, who was about to say "you've been fired", was stunned: "Huh? Dazai?" What's his business?

The red-haired youth quickly gave an answer.

"Ah, yes, Dazai seems to have drunk too much, and he is pulling the new bartender at the bar to say that he will die with her." Oda Sakunosuke's voice is calm, as if to say "Dazai fell asleep after drinking too much." "" said the horrifying answer calmly.

The professor on the other side of the phone seemed to know everything and was equally calm: "Oh, so, which bar are you in?"

He simply reported his address, Rimbaud got up from the sofa and put on his shoes, Mr. Passing Sen grabbed his scarf and kissed the old man who was smiling but not smiling very hotly.Soon she threw him back on the sofa in a cool manner, raised her hand to wipe the lipstick on the other's lips, and said in a rather sloppy tone: "Go and clean up your son first, and I'll clean up you later!"

If you don't get a roof tile for three days, no one will run away!

Mr. Mori: Although it is difficult to judge the method of "cleaning up", but... I am looking forward to it.

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