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

Professor Lan Bo squeezed his mobile phone and tried to organize his words in an attempt to cover up the fact that he had made an oolong. At the same time, Mr. Sen, who had heard from his subordinates that his wife had been abducted by a white guy who seemed to be albino... had a very expression on his face. profound.

The atmosphere in the chief's office seemed to freeze, and all the cadres and guards didn't even dare to breathe hard, for fear of breaking the calm and directing the boss's anger to themselves.

That was a real disaster.

He just sat there quietly for a long time, then suddenly rubbed his forehead and laughed: "Okay, I'll go and pick up my wife in a while, she's really naughty."

The faces of the group of people below are even more ugly——Boss, what's wrong with you, Boss?Think about your position and your fighting power, are you confused by madam?Madame may just be lame for a while, she definitely didn't do it on purpose!

The latest information delivered by the intelligence team broke the deadlock. In order not to be "fired", they found all the information on the "suspected albino" within 10 minutes—all the information they could find.Even if Mr. Shibusawa has a withdrawn personality and loves girls, he is still a "strategic weapon" at the national level, and it is impossible for anyone to obtain detailed personal information.

Mr. Mori stared at the pitiful short lines for 2 minutes, then turned on his mobile phone and called his cheap son who was about to go home after school.The content is nothing more than the guy who abducted Osamu Dazai and then abducted Professor Rimbaud, you can figure it out...

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

Central Plains Chuya:! ! !

What are you doing!My own mother is so old, she still spoke well in the morning, but you told me you lost it before the evening?

"The madam is currently stuck in the fortress and I am a little worried. I will go back to pick her up now. Do you want to go together?" Mr. Sen threw out his ultimate goal, and the upright young man plunged in: "The fortress, right? I'll go and have a look first."

It's not like Rimbaud can directly cross the space with the help of [color painting collection], but he can only drive his chubby and cute family car without a license and drive straight to Leibo Street—fucking, traffic jam !Tomorrow I will order a locomotive and drive it over the wall!

In desperation, I can only use the supernatural ability to control the traffic flow from the side of the viaduct. The ordinary people who see the traffic jam and move slowly think that the dimensional wall is broken. At this time, I am in Tokyo...Young man, your driving skills are trained by the police right?

He was in such a hurry to leave the house that he forgot his phone in the garage, and after a cheerful ringing, the word "Attila" could be seen flashing on the screen.

This is... a bit embarrassing.

On the other side, Mr. Mori is putting down his mobile phone and ordering all members who use supernatural powers to be stationed at the headquarters to guard against sneak attacks. On the contrary, ordinary people line up and go out to "clean up".He is stationed at the port and controls most of the private docks. The customs may not be able to know more about the flow of foreign personnel in Yokohama recently than he does.

The four guards who had been guarding outside the chief's office still acted as drivers and bodyguards, and drove around the fjord to the gaudy and unfinished building that had been abandoned for many years.

……

After Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and Dostoevsky found excuses to escape, Rimbaud first called Chuya, but no one answered.She just threw away the phone, but when she wanted to use the supernatural power, she found nothing...?Dazai's whole body glowed with a hazy white light, which was the effect of [No Longer Human].

He reacted very quickly and stepped forward to control Rimbaud's [Color Painting Collection], but it was too late.

The mist on the opposite side of her finally formed the shape of a person, gradually becoming taller.Before Dazai could take any further action, the doll opened his eyes and took a step back with his hands on the saber at his waist ready to go. After he glanced at the two men who were facing a formidable enemy in front of him, he relaxed and stood with his hands down again: "Madam, may I ask what happened?" what?"

His voice was very quiet, and his expression was the same, just standing there was like a mountain that cannot be looked up.

Dazai: Oh huh?

He also didn't expect that, as a native Frenchman, Miss Rimbaud would appear as a tall warrior after manifesting her supernatural powers?Is there something wrong?

But looking back, Mr. Mori is a native Japanese, isn't the life form with supernatural powers also a blond European loli... If you think about it this way, it seems normal again.

No wonder you two got together?

Rimbaud reacted for a while before he realized that [Colorful Painting Collection] had long legs "live". Fortunately, there was a reliable Mr. Yuanyi staying in the town house, otherwise he didn't know what kind of ferocious attributes would be displayed.

"It's Shibusawa Ryuhiko, that is, the supernatural ability of the person who ran out at the beginning [Ryuhiko Noma], the supernatural ability that can separate other superhumans within the mist range to make them fight each other." Dazai was somewhat frustrated by the anti-alien ability user affected, he really wanted to see what it would be like to become a human from [Disqualification in the World]...Maybe it is an innocent high school girl who is very good at chattering?He also really wants to bring his own CP to piss others off!

"So... theoretically speaking, that tailor is the 'natural enemy' of all supernatural power users?"

There are not many people who can correctly understand their own strength, and people with different abilities are often at a disadvantage in the face of their own abilities.Rimbaud picked up the hem of his skirt and found a place to sit down, motioning for Mr. Samurai to sit and talk at will - he was too tall, and his neck hurt when he looked up.

The man with a self-denying and polite temperament found the chair farthest from her and sat down, his eyes focused on her long skirt with great respect.

We can't ask the old antiques from 700 or [-] years ago to accept European aesthetics. Mrs. Rimbaud's new skirt made him feel a little at a loss.

Dazai looked left and right, pulled up a stool and sat on the last apex of the isosceles triangle: "Nai, Miss Rimbaud, this gentleman?"

"Oh, you can just call Mr. Yuanyi, please be respectful. Mr. Yuanyi is an old man worthy of everyone's respect." She looked sideways at the samurai and nodded and smiled. The other party returned the salute very elegantly and continued to lower her eyes: " I'm just a worthless, cowardly, useless man."

Boss, most experts say that they are mediocre, and you are even more ruthless. We can understand your status just by listening to this string of humble words. You are definitely the kind that cannot be offended...

In the empty flower hall, a person with supernatural powers can't separate them as long as he is alive, and another person with supernatural abilities is more reliable than herself, just sitting like this and chatting without a word, until the fog is thick enough to cover the whole body.

At this time, they have not yet figured out the real purpose of the opponent, and they are not in a hurry to leave.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, an honest man, can be ignored. He was a sick and weak Russian boy who had gone through all kinds of hardships and risked being shot in the head and slipped back into Yokohama.Maybe Dostoevsky will be KO'd by his superpower?

Beyond the dense fog is the battlefield of ordinary people. PortMafia, with its advantages in time and place, has no humanity and can easily deal with mercenaries with limited capital. Mr. Mori said that he can thank himself in another world here.

Kaisai, he will never go in until he finds out the situation - just thought of this, the unfinished but still tall mutant rococo skyscraper was hit on the head by a child who lost his temper like a plastic inferior toy It was deformed, and the top was bent into a ridiculous arc. If the builder hadn't used a lot of ultra-light steel structures, it might have been broken into two pieces and completely turned into construction waste.

Standing on the ground and almost being hit by falling objects, the PortMafias raised their heads and wanted to show off Mafia's quality three times. However, the petite figure floating in the sky was Mr. Zhongyuan who everyone felt embarrassed to speak loudly to him.The current state of the orange-haired boy is a bit out of control, with ominous markings and black flames surrounding his body, like a terrible natural disaster that takes pleasure in destruction.

Mr. Zhongyuan, your image is not right, we all thought you came from a civilian job!

"Oh?" Mr. Mori raised his eyebrows to redefine the fighting power of this cheap son. The next moment, as the scorpion was suddenly injured, the white mist suddenly expanded its range as if it had been stimulated by something, and he was instantly surrounded by thick fog when he was not far enough away. , he spat out a string of ellipsis when all the surrounding subordinates suddenly disappeared.

"..."

Is this some belated revenge?

The blond girl in a cute nurse tutu hides behind a nearby concealment, and only the silver bells of laughter fill the mist.

It felt like a horror movie.

"Alice-chan, you are such a naughty little cutie. Okay, come out now?" He stood alone in the mist without moving easily, his fingertips flashed, and the one who responded to his chuckle and whisper was the oncoming group of people. No. needle barrel attack... The glassware equipped by the army during the war can be used repeatedly after repeated high-temperature sterilization and replacement of metal needles.

The most unforgettable memories of a person are often the ones he most wants to forget. They will always hide in every detail of your life and pop out inadvertently to remind you of what happened in the past.

No matter how difficult it is for Mr. Sen to stay in the square under the Kaisai building to educate the children, the glass flower hall on the top floor of the Kaisai building is full of people again.Mr. Shibusawa hates the "wrong goods" thing, and the light of the little guy who is doing demolition outside is also very nice, but what about the diamonds he is thinking about?

"Miss, if your brother doesn't show up after an hour, I have to feel sorry for hurting you." He held a fruit knife with a carved handle and ivory inlaid in his hand. The physical skills of Dostoevsky and Osamu Dazai are really threatening.

However, Professor Rimbaud just wanted to laugh.

The woman sitting on the white high-back chair leaned on the armrest and showed an extremely gorgeous sneer: "You want to know who he is?"

It only takes a second for her demeanor to change from innocent to iron-blooded and ruthless. She simply kicked off the obstructing shoes on her feet, and slowly approached Mr. Shibusawa, dragging her white skirt, as if stepping off a throne.They walked to a dangerous distance for each other before looking up into his eyes: "Really want to know?"

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was almost a head taller than her, but he didn't have any feeling of looking down. He was slightly trembling with excitement: "Where is my diamond?"

The long-haired woman put her hands on his chest as if snuggling into her lover's arms, and whispered in his ear: "It's me."

This answer made him extremely confused, and she was pushed to the ground in a daze and easily snatched the knife from his hand.Professor Lan Bo was about to send this guy off with a knife. Cheng Dazai said in time: "He can't die!"

At least for now, he can't die. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's death at the hands of PortMafia will instantly intensify the conflict between the government and the outside world.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mr. Shibusawa

Suddenly Seed

Being

cheating

Illusion

Dare to ask madam you

In the end

men's wear

still is

Women's clothing boss?