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

Miss Lan Bo, who woke up hungry in the middle of the night and didn't even have instant noodles, was in a state of depression after drinking two glasses of cold water. She hugged the pillow and rubbed her stomach for a while, but couldn't fall asleep.After tossing and turning, it was hard to get through until the sky was slightly bright, and as soon as Gulu got up, he looked for the kitchen by the light.

At this time, the cook should have gotten up and started preparing the breakfast meal, begging for something to eat first to cushion her aching stomach.

She found the kitchen full of anticipation and good longing. The joy in her eyes slowly extinguished when she saw the half-opened classical sliding door and the right leg stuck on the lower edge of the sliding door. Infinite blood was brewing in her bright brown eyes... …

...Breakfast, no more.

Now there are three paths ahead.

First, pretend that you didn’t see anything and go back to sleep. After dawn, someone will call the police, but don’t even think about breakfast and lunch; second, throw the corpse into the subspace. This kind of equipment was built before the war broke out There is no surveillance at all in the dormitory in the mountains, and there is no proof of death.However, the deceased was a stranger and had no grievances with her, so it would be too desolate to just rot alone in a dark corner; third, call the police now, and then... find someone nearby to come to Hakone to bail him out of the police station .

Within two days, there were two homicides. If Rimbaud was the policeman, he would feel suspicious.

"Hey... I hope there can be a hot spring egg in the pork chop rice here..."

She sighed and dialed 110.

Sure enough, an hour later, Miss Rimbaud was sitting in the interrogation room of the Hakone Police Station wearing the bathrobe provided by the dormitory. Although she had all the documents in place, as a suspect in a major case, she still temporarily lost her freedom.It's not that there are no records of murders committed by government personnel, and the asylum granted by the Supernatural Secret Service is useless at this time, so she has to patiently cooperate with the police's interrogation.

A few hours later, several interrogators were changed. There was no evidence to prove that Ms. Rimbaud had a motive for committing the crime. Her description was logical and in line with common sense - this lady was in the police station because of being interrogated the day before. After staying for nearly [-] hours, it is normal for me to go back to the dormitory exhausted and go to bed, and it is not a problem to wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

If there is something wrong with it... probably it can only be said that she has been a little unlucky these two days.

The cause of death of the two victims was suffocation. Both were located far from the water source, and neither showed any obvious signs of resistance. There was no surveillance system installed in the dormitory, and no one came out to wander around in the middle of the night, so there were no witnesses.

"Sorry, since you are the first to discover the two murders, and you don't have any exact information about the murderer right now, you can only stay here for a while. Or you can find someone to bail you out, but after leaving the police station Please consider safety issues carefully."

In fact, Rimbaud was not the one who found the first body, but for some reason, everyone subconsciously ignored the students who went to the bathroom together and stared at her.After confirming that she was really just an innocent passerby, the tone of the policeman also became subtle.

Two murders with similar tactics appeared in a relatively closed environment, and the perpetrators can basically be presumed to be the same person.As Miss Rimbaud, who has assumed the role of calling the police twice in a row, the police have reason to believe that the murderer has already booked her as the prey for the next or next time, and they are worried from the bottom of their hearts about this young professor who is too beautiful.

"Miss Lan Bo, from a personal point of view, I suggest you contact your family and colleagues first, then stay in the police station for protection, and leave after we catch the murderer."

This case is actually very simple. One of the two victims was an employee who purchased vegetables for the dormitory cafeteria, and the other was a cook who worked in the kitchen.They are all locals, and their circle of interpersonal communication is very simple. Judging from the evidence searched at the crime scene, the posture of the two of them lying down is very representative, and the possibility of acquaintances committing the crime is quite high.

The two social circles are very simple victims, the only intersection is that they both work for this dormitory where they share a study trip, and they are both killed by their acquaintances in similar ways... The perpetrator must be at the center of the intersection—— Prob is the staff here.

Even if there is no monitoring and no witnesses, there are only a few staff members, one by one, and they can always fish out suspicious objects after checking them one by one and asking several times.

It's just a few days in the police station. What could be more important than life?

The officer was purely kind.

However, Rimbaud silently shook his head and expressed his refusal: "There is a child under the age of 11 at home, I can't leave him alone to the nanny for such a long time."

This is also the truth. If you hadn't thought about it, the police officer wouldn't have asked in a negotiating tone.

They have already retrieved the file of the young professor from the National University of Foreign Studies. Facing the "weak" single mother, the fire of justice in the soul of the police officers is burning brightly - if she is allowed to have an accident under their noses... Bah Pooh!This kind of thing is simply a provocation to public power, a trampling on truth and justice, and it must be stopped!

"Sorry. I understand that I may be a target, but I am a teacher and must bring back all the students I bring out safely; I am a mother and must be by my child's side. Excuse me, I want to call a friend nearby to ask him to come over A trip..."

Rimbaud resisted the irritability in his heart and took out the patience to face the students' final test papers and slowly explained to the police officer. The police officer who was watched by her subconsciously turned his eyes away and coughed: "Okay... okay... If you find anything wrong, please be sure Remember to call the police in time..."

Who can say "no" to those deep, bright brown eyes staring back at you?Turning back secretly to look at the Miss Professor who was looking down at the mobile phone to find the number, the police officer blushed quietly.

……

After carefully comparing the distance from Tokyo to Hakone and the distance from Yokohama to Hakone, Ms. Rimbaud decisively decided to call Mr. Mori, her blind date.Presumably, with his courage to open an underground medical station, he probably walked into the police station without fear to bail him out.

"What, Mr. Mori? It's me, Rimbaud."

The phone was connected after two rings, and Mori Ogai's voice seemed to be very happy: "Is this Miss Rimbaud? I'm so glad you called me! How can I help you?"

Rimbaud raised his eyes and looked at the police officer opposite who suddenly stopped all movements, smiled politely at him and lowered his eyelashes, and continued: "That's right, I'm at the Hakone Police Station, please come over from Yokohama ...something went wrong here and I need someone to help me with the bail procedures."

Mori Ogai: "...Okay, no problem, let's go. Please keep your phone open."

"Don't be afraid, I'll be there soon."

He has always been taken out of the police station by Natsume-sensei, and even the main purpose of forcing himself to go on a blind date is to find someone who can take over the "bail him often" thing... Unexpectedly, things are completely reversed now Coming here, I finally understand a little bit how the teacher felt when he hurried back to Yokohama to save himself.

An hour later, Mr. Mori, wearing a doctor's coat with some suspicious red liquid on his body and a bruised face, appeared in the lobby of the Hakone Police Station: "Ahahahahaha, I'm sorry, I received a call just after I got off the operating table. Come here. Can I see Miss Rimbaud first?"

It was the police officer who was in charge of receiving him who just had a conversation with Miss Rimbaud. He looked critically at the man in front of him for a few seconds, with a stinky expression on his face: "Please follow me, Miss Rimbaud is in the lounge."

"Is that so? It's best if she's safe and sound, so I can finally take a breath..."

Sure enough, he exaggeratedly exhaled "Huh...", with a bit of weakness that people can't look down upon.The police officer's expression became even uglier. He turned around and walked in front, not wanting to look at him: "What's your relationship with Miss Rimbaud?"

Probably ordinary friends, no, this kind of person is not qualified to be friends with Miss Rimbaud, he is like a toad or toad lying on the sun!

Mr. Inspector was completely unaware of the strange filter he was wearing.

"Ah? Miss Rimbaud didn't tell you? I'm her blind date. In this case, I'm willing to contact you. I think I'm satisfied. Well~ I will definitely send you an invitation when I get married in the future. Please be sure to come Come to the wedding."

His pompous and contrived tone and smile were inexplicably underwhelming. Mr. Inspector's first impression of this man was already bad enough that it couldn't be worse.

Mr. Sen seized the opportunity to deal a severe blow to potential competitors, sighing in his heart that he is worthy of being his wife (future), and there will be no shortage of suitors wherever he goes.

My eyesight and taste are pretty good!The doctor praised himself in the bottom of his heart, his expression was so innocent that it made people want to punch him.

Mr. Police Officer: "..."

If I hadn't been wearing a police uniform!

At this time, Rimbaud was sitting in the lounge with a hot drink and a blanket on his back, staring at the TV and watching the rakugo episodes played on it, with a serious expression as if he was listening to the principal's speech.

No, in fact, even if she listens to the principal's speech, she doesn't necessarily have to pay attention to it, but now she finds the language expression "rakugo" very interesting. She has never seen some local accents and the source of the source, which sounds very interesting. .

In fact, the rakugo master is imitating an Osaka peddler to whine, and it is inevitable that there are some quite vulgar and vulgar words.Mori Ogai, who was born in Shimane not too far from Osaka, got stuck, pretending that he didn't hear anything, walked in quietly and sat not far from her, waiting quietly.

A rakugo performance usually lasts about 15 minutes. After seven or eight minutes, Rimbaud turned his attention away from the TV, and saw a man dozing off with his head tilted and blinked in doubt: "Mr. Mori?"

"Ah! Mmmmmmm! I'm awake, really awake!"

The man rubbed his eyes in a mess and sat up straight: "Huh? The show is over? It's funny, hahahahahahahahaha..."

For his somewhat exaggerated performance, Ms. Rimbaud didn't get the joke at all. What she cared about was another thing: "Who beat you?"

I haven't beaten it yet!Mr. Sen's whole body is probably the face that can be used the most. It is such a big hatred and hatred to be beaten like this!

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Professor Rimbaud: Who the hell kept me from having breakfast?Get out and die!

Mr. Mori: Well, I am the one who is often released on bail?

In theory, Mr. Sen cannot release others on bail if he has a criminal record. Everyone ignores it.