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

The tracing team expanded to three members. Rimbaud drove to the place where Dazai disappeared and parked there. They got out of the car and walked slowly all the way to search for clues.

Based on Rimbaud's understanding of Dazai, he is a clever boy who couldn't be more slippery.As long as he doesn't want to, no one can catch him.Although most of the time he is keen to seek or die, it is more like a clumsy performance to attract others' attention.If he really didn't want to keep any hope for himself, he could just jump directly from the rooftop on the top floor of the PortMafia building.

His suicide from time to time is more like a drowning kitten crying out for help.But if you reach out to save him, you have to risk being scratched by sharp claws.

"What are you doing? The building has collapsed." Zhong Ye stood in front of the ruins and frowned.It was really difficult to find the information of the missing person in this environment. There was a faint red light around him, and the broken rocks and debris on the ground floated up one after another.As the wreckage of the building rose, several corpses that were crushed below and had no time to escape fell to the ground. Oda Sakunosuke pinched the bridge of his nose: "I'll go and bring them out."

Some look like gang members, while others are just innocent passers-by.

Soon, he moved out several corpses and placed them neatly on the open space in front of Rimbaud. After making sure that there were no other human tissues left in them, Zhong also efficiently manipulated the construction waste into a hill to make way for the road.

When he put away his power and turned around, Rimbaud had checked the situation of all the victims: "Take these two PortMafia back, and send the rest to the gate of the police station."

Dazai is not among them, at least it means that the probability of being alive is higher than that of being dead.According to the usual practice, he was probably taken away as a "trophy".If he is dead, as a deterrent, at least a "posthumous photo" should be sent to Mr. Sen's desk. Only when he is still alive will there be no news.

In other words, he has passed the news to a specific person.

With this as the center of the circle, Lan Bozai searched carefully the space within a radius of one kilometer, and determined that Dazai was taken away in an organized and premeditated manner.After making a judgment, she and Oda Sakunosuke split up and asked the latter to send the ordinary people who died innocently to the police station. The police would confirm their identities and notify their families, while she took the two PortMafia's The corpse and Zhong also went to the port.

Dazai is the current quasi-manager of PortMafia, he was taken away specially, this matter is not so simple.

Mr. Mori was already mentally prepared for this, and he didn't show any surprise after getting the confirmed result. He ordered Mr. Guangjin to take away the body, indicating that this matter will be discussed tomorrow. Right now, he has to confirm whether there is any organization that will stand up and claim responsibility for this matter— —That is, the second half of the kidnapping process.It's impossible to capture a quasi-cadre of the opponent without any demands, is it possible that Dazai Osamu is a little dessert worth fighting for?

Since he said that the problem was not serious, Rimbaud took Chuya home directly - ask for leave tomorrow. Fortunately, the test papers have been prepared and submitted to the department. It doesn't matter if she is there or not.With this in mind, Professor Rimbaud, who spoke with the school early the next morning, started the summer vacation ahead of time...to concentrate on finding his son.

She scratched her hair, decided to take a shower before going out and found... emmmmmmm, the shampoo is gone?The hair is too long and too much. Although it looks good, it is often a headache when it is washed. The long hair that is too dense must be washed every day, otherwise it will soon become as oily as a beggar on the street.

Forget it, wash it up, and buy a bottle on the way to find my son.

Usually, other family members bought it and put it there, and she didn't even care about it.Wait, who bought it last time?

She thoughtfully knocked on Zhongye's door to ask, the short-haired boy never paid attention to such little things in life.

"So...you go to school first. I'll go out and have a look..."

Dazai didn't give any verbal hints to anyone. After he disappeared, only this little incident came up out of the blue to make her feel inconvenient. With the child's meticulous thinking, it is really possible that it was a clue left on purpose.

"Where are you going? Do you need me to follow?"

Zhong Ye was carrying his schoolbag, biting a piece of bread and asking as he walked, Rimbaud shook his head: "No, nothing will happen during the day."

The boy nodded: "If you have any action, you can wait until I come back in the afternoon. Don't run around, it's too dangerous outside!"

"Understood." Rimbaud just wanted to complain that he didn't know who was more likely to be in danger than the other outside - she still looked like a decent adult, and a beautiful boy like Chuya went out, even if the little girls He also dared to gather around and stare at his face fiercely, without any fear at all.

Fortunately, she held back the comments, and Chuya opened the door and went out as usual without getting angry.

Rimbaud went to the bathroom to take a shower, and took the empty shampoo bottle that had been rinsed with water to study it up and down. Except for the date of production that was printed on the code, there was nothing that could be tampered with.

The same batch had the same date, nothing suspicious, and she decided to check in the supermarket - to look at the other bottles.

Dazai was very lazy, shopping would never leave the straight line between his home and the PortMafia building.

She took the empty bottle out and searched for advice in every convenience store and supermarket from near to far.Not all shelves have this product, and many inkjet codes are the same as it.After finding the nearest supermarket to the port, Rimbaud saw different numbers.

When she was thinking about the possible meanings of these numbers, another customer passing by reached for a bottle of shampoo and studied it over and over again, and then the man who was a little nervous came over and asked in a low voice: "This... will be easy to use. ?"

?

Rimbaud was full of question marks, put down the bottle in his hand and turned to look.

Well, this gentleman's hair is longer than hers, and it's white, so it tends to look rough.But he is obviously a person who pays attention to the image, and some messy temple hair is specially braided and hangs down.

His voice was lower than others, with an indescribable hoarseness, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"It's okay, but you need to use the same hair conditioner after washing your hair, otherwise the hairstyle when you wake up in the morning will be a nightmare." She took another pink bottle and handed it over, and the other party took it in her hand with a kind of embarrassing expression. Said the attitude of scientific research carefully compared the ingredient list and the manufacturer.

After watching for about 15 minutes, he was satisfied with taking the two bottles to the cashier to pay. Rimbaud took another pair and followed behind, intending to take them back to study.

Walking out of the supermarket one after another, the gentleman in front turned around as if he had made some important decision and asked doubts: "Excuse me...do you have an elder brother in your family? He often wears a black suit."

Rimbaud: "?"

What kind of excuse to strike up a conversation is outdated and outdated for hundreds of years!

"It's like this... Brother Ling and I met once. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss him very much." Gold diamonds are almost identical.Although bumping faces is not a strange thing, but in this small city of Yokohama, it is absolutely impossible for two foreigners who look so similar to appear at the same time, there must be some kind of connection.

"Hmm..." Rimbaud bowed his head in deep thought, actually thinking when did he go out to work and didn't clean his tail?Was this hit by someone?

It's true that she has an older brother, but the siblings don't look alike at all, and there's no way that guy could have appeared on Japanese soil.

Seeing her drooping her eyelashes and thinking, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko felt nervous besides embarrassment.

This is really a rare time in his life when he takes the initiative to talk to others.This lady looks intellectual and gentle, and the light-colored clothes make her look very easy-going-although she is very beautiful and somewhat aggressive, but the lenses on her eyes block her too bright eyes, and that aggressiveness is diluted again.

It wasn't because she saw the beauty that she came forward to talk to her. She was so similar to the man in black that she couldn't forget that night, so much like a collector who pursued the ultimate collection that he couldn't continue to maintain his withdrawn personality.Like a soft snail, he protruded his tentacles from the shell and followed her to observe for a long time, and pretended to be a shopper, repeatedly cheering himself up before he finally controlled his arm to take a bottle of shampoo from her side and asked carefully.

After thinking for about 5 minutes, Professor Rimbaud slowly raised his eyelashes, his bright brown eyes were full of innocence, ignorance and defenselessness: "Brother, he didn't say that there will be friends visiting soon?"

She is only in her 20s now, and she pretends to be tender and has no psychological pressure. In the eyes of Mr. Shibusawa, she is no different from a large long-haired cat without claws.

In other words, this is indeed a relative of his diamond!What are you waiting for, of course grab and grab!With her clasping it in her hand, she is not afraid that his diamonds will not be delivered to the door on his own initiative.

The white-haired man who turned Yokohama upside down looking for someone "wow" smiled brightly: "That's right, he doesn't know about it yet. Miss, I want to buy you some drinks."

In order not to accidentally kill the "hostage", he refrained from using his supernatural powers to see what color she was, but snapped his fingers to recruit the trash subordinates who only picked up corpses from the dark alley.

"Please move. When your brother comes to see me, I will definitely send you back."

In fact, it would be nice not to send it back. I wonder if this meek lady likes gems?

Professor Rimbaud: "..."

You are so honest!Just bring people back to their lair like this, don't you even doubt if it's the same person?

But that's okay, she probably found the lost black-haired cub.The only second-rate guy who dares to rob people in the street now is the one who beats everyone who sees more recently.

She put down the plastic bag and was led into the car surrounded by a group of mercenaries who looked like Arabs.

Well, after losing one of his adopted sons, even his wife got lost too.It can be predicted that Mr. Mori has been in a bad mood recently.

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