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

"Ah... madam... that... come down first. Where did the child make a mistake? Sit down and teach him well! Don't rush to do it. Hitting won't solve the problem. Both Chuya-kun and Dazai-kun are just children... "

Standing outside his porch with the little boy just picked up from the hospital ward, he looked up at his wife who was "floating" in mid-air, and persuaded him kindly.

The boy who also withdrew and stood beside him with the black cat in his arms turned his head and widened his eyes to express dissatisfaction loudly: "Mr. Sen, this matter has nothing to do with me, why did you mention me?!"

You are a villain!

Mr. Mori answered him with his eyes, looking left and right curiously with the child holding the ugly doll next to him, wondering what the new adopter was doing.

Fortunately, Rimbaud was not so angry that he lost his mind, and his subordinates did not mention the severity and remembered to use their abilities to control the damage and noise—otherwise, the neighbors would definitely call the police right now.

At the end of the battle, Chuya Jiujin came up to the street as the end point. She carried her son and stepped on the subspace body and jumped off the ground. After standing still, she waved away the barrier of pale gold that was constantly dense, and pointed Dazai's head with her empty hand. Just poked, and he almost turned his head upside down: "You too! Don't reach out your paws to touch the wine I put in the refrigerator!"

You are venting your anger!Absolutely venting anger!Someone said that he had written down this hatred, and it was all the slug's fault!

"What's the matter with this kid?" Carrying her son on her back and throwing him back into the bedroom to cover the quilt, she went back to the living room and stared at Mr. Sen and the kid he brought back from the outside—it was born like a girl, and if she wasn't careful, she would still be there. Might be wrong.

The child holding the puppet raised his head and gave her a flattering smile. Obviously, the violent scene just now made the little thing quickly judge who is in charge here.

This little thing looks very interesting, with half black and half white hair, and there are really stars in the eyes.Rimbaud bent down and stared at him for a while, hesitating like a big cat confirming its cub: "Is Alice's spare bedroom for him?"

"Ah, this is Yumeno Hisaku. It's just a temporary arrangement. I won't live at home in the future."

Such a dangerous little thing can't be kept in one's own home. If Dazai hadn't urged Mr. Jimori to call him, he wouldn't have brought this child with him who would be taboo by everyone in the field of supernatural beings.

She glanced at the child again: "Understood."

In other words, this is not a cub that only needs her shelter, "The study belongs to the two of you."

"Why do I have to live in the study again?" Mr. Sen felt particularly aggrieved. Why did he cut his head when he cut his son?

The professor squinted at him: "Because I want to!"

It's good that I didn't throw you out!

Ok……

Arranged for Kusaku Yumeno, Mr. Mori went upstairs and knocked on the door of the master bedroom, but there was no movement.He turned the doorknob, and there was only white gauze-like milky moonlight in the bedroom, a ball was rolled up in the quilt, and a large amount of black hair was exposed in a certain direction... It was a bit like a sleeping feline carelessly revealing its tail.

Her behavior of lying in the middle of the mattress and occupying the entire bed is really outrageous. Mr. Mori hugged the pillow and looked left and right, but he didn't dare to wake her up, so he could only move over and choose an angle to occupy a small corner , It's better to comfort myself than to be kicked on the carpet.The surface of the mattress was bent due to the weight of the human body, and the quilt in the middle was twisted, and one hand was stretched out and scratched in a circle, but nothing was touched, and it retracted with a "squeak", as if nothing had happened As if, everything returned to calm.

A few hours later, the sky shone with white light. Mr. Mori, who had a very standard routine, woke up and found himself hanging precariously on the edge of the mattress. Miss Rimbaud, who was wrapped in a quilt and huddled up in a ball last night, squeezed beside him, completely ignoring what others would think. It won't be squeezed to the ground - it seems to be afraid of the cold.

Thinking it was funny, he stretched out his hands and rolled back to support himself on the ground, while the people who were still sleeping pushed forward again.Now even the pillow was wrapped up by her, and Mori Ogai, who was wearing pajamas and barefoot, walked around to the other side, picked up a book, turned on the bedside lamp and leaned against the bedside, reading a book to pass the morning when he woke up too early.

After turning a few pages, Rimbaud closed his eyes and rolled over again following the temperature. Looking at the quilt that was automatically delivered to him, he naturally pulled out a large piece to cover himself without any hesitation.The person huddled under the quilt was delivered to the door after a while, and Mr. Mori, who no longer had to worry about falling off the bed, was satisfied.

It wasn't until the sun was shining on her face that she blinked her eyes in a daze as if she was about to wake up, then she closed her eyes and stretched, retracted her hand and covered her mouth and yawned while opening her eyes, Rimbaud's expression of a confused little animal Appeared again: "Huh?" When did this person get on the bed!

"Morning?" Mr. Sen, who had almost become a cat climbing frame, was let go by Miss Lanbo. She sat up and stretched again: "Is there something wrong with that kid yesterday?"

He recalled the previous confusion, and hummed: "I didn't expect that there would be such a special ability. On the surface, those who hurt him would be mercilessly retaliated. It is the ability that is correct, but the trigger The mechanism and effect of the virus are still unknown. He is very dangerous, and he is even considered to be isolated alone if necessary."

So far, the conflicts with Yumeno Kusaku are all other children in the same ward as him. The destructive power of children is limited, and it cannot really reflect the upper limit of damage of this ability, but it is not optimistic from the existing data.

It is not to say that the higher the damage of the supernatural ability, the better. What is more important is whether this ability can be controlled by the person with the supernatural ability, and whether this ability can be restrained to achieve a balance.Mori Ogai thinks further... If the grown-up Yumeno Hisaku loses control, the damage that may be caused is not something PortMafia can afford.

After all, he doesn't pick up all kinds of rubbish, and what can't be recycled after screening can only be destroyed humanely.

"Dangerous child?" Rimbaud thought for a while: "Since it's a child, let the other children watch over it and throw him to Dazai!" many philosophical questions.

Mr. Mori thinks so, and Mrs. Sen agrees.

The books were closed and placed on the movable small bookshelf, and it failed to get up and read.

The door of the master bedroom was not opened until before lunch. Mr. Zhongyuan, who emptied his mother's collection last night, ran away as soon as he woke up in the morning. What if he didn't run?Rimbaud didn't beat him to death, he really accepted this for his own sake.

She went downstairs wearing slippers on her bare feet, and a note was pasted on the dining table. Dazai took the initiative to "take Yumeno Hisaku out to play", and his diligence was unbelievable.

Mr. Sen followed behind and glanced at the note, found out his mobile phone and contacted Guangjin Liulang to make some arrangements, but put down the mobile phone, he couldn't see anything unusual: "Finally, I can rest for a day. What's the plan for Madam?"

Rimbaud didn't have any plans. The previous experience of buying clothes made her determined not to mention any words related to going out outside Sen'ou, lest this guy want to go to the clothing store on a whim.However, if she didn't mention it, it doesn't mean that others don't care about it. Mr. Sen flipped through the notepad and reminded with a smile: "Do you want to try on the custom-made clothes?"

She quickly threw herself on the sofa and pretended to be dead, expressing the four words "don't go out" to the fullest: "The lesson plan has not been written...the homework has not been approved...the work is still waiting for me..."

"Is that so? Then there's no other way. Have someone send the semi-finished products to your door to try them on, and then hand them over to take them home and modify them." There was a bit of teasing in Mori Ogai's voice, which could scare her like this. These kimonos It is indispensable.

Rimbaud: "!"

A set of kimonos is so expensive, the corresponding service must be justified, what a mistake!

"I don't need it anyway... Anyway, I bought it to look good, as long as it looks good, how can I wear it on my body?" Ah, it's not impossible...but..."

The problem lies in this "but". Just as he was about to continue playing the trick, the mass on Rimbaud's cell phone rang again.

The last time this song sounded was a few years ago.

She blocked her hair and picked up the phone to send it directly from the first floor into the bedroom. After the light golden glare, Mr. Mori raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Who will be calling?It actually made my wife feel like an enemy.

After a while she jumped down from the second floor again: "PortMafia is going to assassinate the 'Yasha Baixue' couple recently?"

Rimbaud has always maintained an attitude of not taking the initiative to inquire about any personnel affairs in PortMafia, and this is the first time he has spoken.Of course, Mr. Mori knew who the 'Yasha Baixue' couple was referring to, and who the Avengers were, but he just smiled and said, "I didn't issue such an order."

As for other organizations... Let Madam investigate this matter by herself.It's not that he's so stingy that he doesn't want to reveal this bit of information, but that it's too cheap to ask for help directly to solve the mystery.

——The Chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Section, Tan Tian Shantouhuo, was also Madam's former boss.

Of course, she didn't expect to get the final answer from him, as long as she confirmed that this matter had nothing to do with PortMafia, Rimbaud took the phone and walked upstairs again: "Understood, I will visit Mrs. Quan now."

The farming chief sighed and put down the handset of the mobile phone in his hand - he heard a man on the opposite side asking and answering Rimbaud, and he knew that he could only get three chances in exchange for his face, but he didn't regret it.Even the subordinates who have retired long ago must be protected because their work was in danger. If they ignore him today, tomorrow he will face a situation where no one under his command can be used.

"Ma'am!" Mr. Sen called to Rimbaud, who was about to change his clothes and go out to do a part-time job: "Please be careful of blood. Many infectious diseases are often transmitted and infected through blood contact, and the follow-up treatment will be very troublesome." He smiled and said the conditions for exchanging information: "As a reward, please ask Madam not to drive me into the study again, is that okay?"

She blinked and raised her chin: "stay in the bedroom for me."

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mr. Sen:

They're just kids

Professor Rimbaud:

Beat up like a bear boy.