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

Osamu Dazai was a little unhappy these two days, because he had prepared a surprise for a long time, and before it was delivered to him, the receiver was sent by Mr. Mori to Europe on a business trip.It can be expected that the other party will not come back until Yokohama returns to calm again, and the "gift package" that has been prepared with great pains has not been signed... This is very depressing.

But fortunately, he has another spare Tucao agent, although he is a little timid, it can still be used.

"Imai-kun, shall we catch the traitor together?" The black-haired boy narrowed his eyes into two slits with a smile, and Masao Imai, who was so poisoned by him to the point of weakness, replied faintly, "Please don't use 'SpongeBob SquarePants, let's go together!" "Go catch jellyfish" and say this kind of thing... I'm just a civil servant, I'm just a translator, I don't want to watch pictures that will have a bad impact on the mind and body of minors..."

"Don't be so indifferent, no one else has a chance if they want to go with me~" He stepped forward and dragged Imai, who immediately hugged the leg of the table and shook his head frantically: "No! I won't go! I was tricked by you last time I couldn’t eat for four days, and I almost died of starvation, this time, I beg you to leave this precious opportunity to others!”

"You also said that you were almost there. Did you really starve to death? Think of it as a short-term fasting health treatment ~ you really don't want to go?" Osamu Dazai failed to drag Masao Imai, who had a strong desire to survive, off the table legs. Masao Imai also failed to get rid of Osamu Dazai who brought him infinite psychological shadow.

The black-haired boy narrowed his eyes: "Since you don't want to go so much, I won't be too reluctant... You said not to go!" He deliberately paused here, and Imai began to hesitate—is this a trap?Could it be an order from the leader?I'm just a temporary worker. Why do you want me to watch the execution of traitors?

"If you don't go, Imai-kun, I'll give you a piece of advice." The kite-colored eyes suddenly sank into the night: "There is a survival rule in PortMafia that applies to everyone, including cadres and lower-level people. No guarantee'." He looked at the hapless man who was still confused and ignorant and smiled quite maliciously: "Be careful, after all, I am also your referrer."

Masao Imai: "..."

I thank you for your referral!Please leave now!

The unlucky guy who has been bullied can be happy for at least an hour, and he wandered around with his hands in his pockets to find Mr. Sen to submit the execution list.

"Boss, at present, seven or eight out of ten of the cleaning up and down of the organization have been completed. The rest of the situation is more complicated, and you need to see it yourself." Behind him, he was afraid that something might go wrong with this guy.

Nowadays, there are frequent chaos on the streets of Yokohama, even worse than in the previous era.The only difference is that this time PortMafia took a more restrained attitude, but this is even more dangerous.In the real world, the softer the persimmon, the easier it is to be pinched. The real desperadoes will not consider the real reason behind the calm and restraint of others. They will only think that now is a good time to expand their territory. Is the master willing to...

Isn't it willing to reach a consensus?

Osamu Dazai himself is not a martial artist, if he does not use supernatural powers to fight with his body - his subordinates are not sure whether he can beat the street gangsters.

What else can I do?This is the boy brought up by BOSS from childhood to adulthood. No matter how serious the illness is, they can't give up treatment. No matter how many problems there are...they can't afford to neglect.Not to mention the possible retaliation after neglecting him, it would be scarier than hell.

In contrast, another boy with orange hair left a much better impression on people. Although he rarely appeared, he couldn't help being so attractive!This is not to say how he looks, at least in comparison, Mr. Nakahara is obviously more reasonable than Mr. Dazai.

Look!They are not very hands-on people. Mr. Zhong Yuan is steady and reliable in everything he does. He is very petite and gentle. Who would be willing to talk loudly to him!

Chuya Nakahara, who has not yet found a chance to truly show off his "long" talent: "Huh...?"

Are you afraid that you want to fight gravity!

"Mr. Zhongye, I will trouble you to help me with this!" After dismissing the troublemakers who were afraid of chaos in the world, Mr. Mori looked at his eldest son with a friendly face.This kid is really reassuring, and he basically just needs to sit there and wait for the result when the matter is entrusted to him.Although there will be no unexpected surprises, but it will definitely meet expectations, and there is no need to worry about him being too smart and thinking too much - in this world where 90.00% of people are idiots, he is enough to be among the smartest. One percent, no need to be smarter.

The orange-haired boy took a thick stack of printing paper from him, sat down in a corner and looked at each sheet carefully.They are all nonsense of greetings, but they must be answered according to the principles of the world.He put the papers together and knocked them, then took a laptop and opened them to add and modify according to the basic format.

Mori Ogai originally thought that he would hear two complaints more or less, but he didn't expect him to be so obedient, so he simply took out the seal in a lazy way and asked Alice to send it to him.He didn't bother to look at it, it's not a big deal even if he answered the wrong words in this situation, anyway, isn't it just rolling up his sleeves and fighting.

Why bother to wrong your own children.

In the evening, Osamu Dazai came back from the outside after a long time after dinner, and he didn't know what he had done. There were still mud spots on the soles of his trousers. Although he tried his best to clean them, he still looked very conspicuous.

"Why did you go?" Professor Rimbaud, who was correcting the paper with plain glasses, threw a blank paper over without raising his head, "Sit there and write, and I'll get you dinner."

When she said take it, she really took it, taking curry rice from the microwave.No one in the family knows how to cook, and the idea of ​​persuading Oda Curry to quit after adding a new pot was finally given up.

The black-haired boy took off his long coat and rolled up his sleeves, lying on the coffee table while writing. After a while, the sweet and fragrant curry rice was placed in his hand.Rimbaud sat back in his original position and continued to grade the test papers, as if he hadn't seen anything, he added indifferently: "There is a first-aid kit in the refrigerator, you can use it yourself after you take a shower."

"Oh." Like a wild cat, the black-haired boy who was willing to return to the lair without getting injured all over his body, shook his head from side to side and nodded, pinching the pen with his slender and beautiful fingers and pulling out a flower from time to time.He didn't bother to get the answer, he wrote it when he could write it, and didn't write it if he couldn't write it. He scribbled and drew for three to ten minutes, and the test paper with fancy drawing came back to her.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and took the test paper to look back and forth. In the middle, Dazai went to the kitchen to get a spoon and sat down to eat: "Huh? Odasaku actually made sweet curry?"

"No, I only bought sweet curry cubes. Those who want spicy food can put their own chili peppers, but the pot is still sweet curry. My former student sent a famous local specialty chili pepper from my hometown, and Oda tried it. Say you like it."

According to Lin Qiaomei, this kind of chili sauce was well received, so I sent a box here, and no one except Oda Sakunosuke has tried it.

Dazai didn't look up, waved away Adrian who jumped onto the tea table and was very interested in curry, and asked while eating, "Hasn't he written it yet?"

"It is said that eight beginnings have been revised. How do you say this? It depends on him." Rimbaud finished reading Dazai's test paper.This child is very smart, understands what she means, and the answers written are not wrong, and those who can't write are simply put there, without guessing the answer-he can probably guess it, but it is useless to do so in daily study. significance.

What they were talking about was the first book that Sakunosuke Oda was determined to write. It is said that the content has already been thought out. Unfortunately, the author himself is not very confident in the choice of words and sentences. One in a thousand, it has been revised and revised, and I don't know when I will be satisfied.

The black-haired boy got impatient with chasing the cat. He dragged a spoonful of curry bibimbap into the ashtray and pushed it to Adrian. The black cat quickly gave up and kept pestering him, sniffing around the ashtray.

While eating, he suddenly sighed: "I really want to see what he wrote."

"Then you go and see it! Just ask, aren't you so good that you can go to the bar for a drink together?" Rimbaud filled in the blank answers for him, and the paper returned to Dazai.

The boy stuffed his mouth full of curry and remained silent.

He hasn't visited his friends for a while, and the closer he gets to the time given in the book, the more anxious he becomes.This is the only world that Sakunosuke Oda can write well. He doesn't know if he can protect it.

Weiliang's fingers suddenly pressed against his head and rubbed it: "Don't worry so much, learn to open your mouth when it's time to ask for help, parents didn't shout for nothing."

Some restless emotions suddenly calmed down, he raised his head and grinned with an ugly smile: "I see!"

Dazai ate the last spoonful of curry, wiped his mouth, hugged the cat that couldn't escape, and burped: "I kind of want to have a pet, but I'm hesitating at the moment. Do you have any suggestions?"

Rimbaud asked him directly: "Didn't I give you enough pocket money?"

Her cub's pocket money is absolutely outrageous to his normal peers, not to mention their respective salaries.

Dazai was stunned for a moment before he understood what she meant—I didn't give you enough pocket money?No hesitation, no hesitation, if you want to keep pets, of course you have to buy them all!

"..." This is really a straightforward suggestion, "Well... considering the energy problem, there is really no way to raise them together."

"Oh, then ask your friend to keep one for you, and you keep one, so that neither pet will be missed." She kept writing, flipping through the papers one by one, and quickly refolding them. together.

After finishing his work, Professor Rimbaud instantly slumped on the sofa with no image at all. Dazai, who was full, followed suit, and the living room was filled with the smell of salted fish.

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