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

Rimbaud certainly wouldn't be able to go back to his room and sleep soundly at such a time.She checked the number of students by student number to make sure that every student stayed in the dormitory with friends, and finally arranged the single student into her room.

There are 23 people, there is always one who lives alone, and it is fine on weekdays, so we should be more careful at such sensitive moments.

"You just sleep with me, I'm right here."

The bathrobe on her body had long been changed back to her regular clothes, and she watched the students arrange the bedding by themselves, then went to the door and sat down.

Using a concealed angle, she poked through the sliding door and the paper to make an inconspicuous hole for observation.When the student breathed steadily and fell into sleep, the pale golden figure disappeared, and when Rimbaud reappeared, he was sitting in the most lush canopy of the arbors in the courtyard.It might not be clear from the outside during the day, and no one will find out that there are people hiding here at night.

In a sense, Miss Professor, who is also good at making murders and has more experience in handling the scene, is quite patient-a person who is likely to see the details of his crime will leave early tomorrow morning, and it will be extremely difficult to get close again after leaving Hakone and returning to Tokyo , Maybe one day she will think of something, and then the police will follow these clues to catch herself... So, this night is the best time to do it, if the murderer is not a naive and kind fool.

Of course, if he really possessed the two attributes of "naive" and "kindness", he probably wouldn't kill two people in a row in just a few days.

The wait can be hours, but a good hunter never lacks the patience to stay by the trap.

At dawn, her prey appeared. Unexpectedly, another figure also waited in the room all night, standing in the shadows and playing with the lancet in his hand.

So... Mr. Sen, are you really just an ordinary underground black doctor?

Since the suitor wanted to work hard, Miss Rimbaud said that she was not stingy with the opportunity to give alms. A pale golden light from the subspace flashed, and she reappeared in the bedroom of the dormitory.

The space was filled with the smell of hallucinogens, and the students were already asleep so they didn't know what night it was.After confirming that this amount of medicine would not cause any irreparable harm, Rimbaud quietly got into the quilt that had been shaken off last night.

The sliding door was quietly opened from the outside, and the people who came in stepped on the tatami without making any movement. Rimbaud lay in the quilt and pretended not to hear the fine squeezing sound between the fibers.

"Sorry, please..." Although there is no grievance or enmity, who told you that you might have seen something... Please die.

The damp hemp thick cloth hit his mouth and nose, Rimbaud held his breath, and counted the seconds calmly in his heart.Ten seconds later, she heard the sound of a blunt object hitting a bone, and the person who was covering her let go and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a miserable howl resounded through the dawn, waking up everyone in the dormitory who was still breathing.

Since two murders had already occurred, the administrators became more nervous than the other.When the screams sounded, they got up and rushed to the place where the sound came, regardless of others.

From a distance, under the hazy moonlight, the sliding door of the room where Professor Rimbaud seemed to live was opened, and a white figure could be seen faintly—could it be that a new victim appeared?

Waiting for them to hold on to the explosion-proof tools and rush over to have a look... The suspected murderer is there, but it's not the white figure.It was Miss Rimbaud's blind date. This man in a doctor's coat was holding a willow leaf knife in his hand, and the gardener who had worked here for nearly ten years was lying on the ground. Not a small pebble.

Probably the doctor found something wrong and rushed out in the middle of the night to "save the beauty". The only problem is that he seems to have gone too far.

Everyone looked at the scalpel in the doctor's hand, and at the gardener who was lying on the ground...

...Who is the villain?

Then, Miss Rimbaud and Mr. Mori both entered the Hakone Police Station again.

……

——"The old man can understand the recklessness of young people who are inevitably impatient..." The question is, is there something wrong with this reckless attribute on you?

Mr. Natsume, who originally thought that he didn't need to enter the situation to bail out his disciples, looked desperately at the two sitting in front of him who looked better than the other, and heaved a deep breath.

My own scoundrel, after all, brought down a good child from someone else's family...

"Okay, Attila finished the record and returned to Tokyo with your students, and left the rest to the old man and this evil person. Are you scared? It's all right, the murderer has been caught, just be careful in the future, Don't be afraid."

Natsume Soseki whispered to Rimbaud as if trying to coax a little girl who didn't know much about the world, and when he turned his head to look at his disciple, he immediately said harshly, "Go and explain to the police officers why there is a problem of overdefense!"

If you want to pretend, then pretend to be a bit more like it. You can obviously incapacitate the murderer with one blow, but you have to add another layer of snakes to torture the opponent. Isn't this asking for trouble? !Others may miss it. You, a black clinic owner, told me that you missed it in a hurry... Are you looking down on your background as a former senior military doctor or looking down on Yokohama's food chain?

Acting too hard!

"Ah... a man won't be very calm when he sees the lady he admires is about to suffer misfortune?"

Senou, who didn't feel pain or itchiness, was picking his cheeks, and suddenly felt that this image was not good, so he withdrew his hand and stuffed it into his coat pocket: "I'm just an ordinary doctor. It's rare to find such an excellent marriage partner as Miss Rimbaud. I don't want to lose I believe the police officers will understand her mood!"

Rimbaud, who was too calm from the beginning to the end, suddenly laughed out loud: "Okay!"

"Eh?"

Mori Ogai's wide purple eyes were really shocked once again, only to see the elegant and beautiful Miss Professor push down the flat glasses that were used as decorations: "I said, yes, I agree to your marriage proposal."

This man did his best, and she could feel the importance implied in it.

Rimbaud sighed in his heart.

So what if it is really a lover who has been in love for several years?

It's not the same as having ulterior motives or other purposes. Men are the same.The final ending is all about betrayal and deceit. It is better to change to an interesting and weak one.

Anyway, be it on a blind date or getting married, the purpose is to appease the adoptive father and prevaricate the world, and by the way, let the middle school have a complete family (emphasis).Meaningless to her.As long as Mr. Sen doesn't make her lose face outside, Miss Rimbaud feels that she can't tolerate him living a few more years.

It's not that I really like this person so much, and I have no interest in playing love games with him.Everyone is an adult, so it’s simpler, sign the marriage early and calculate how much insurance money you can get in exchange for the widow...

Surprised by her decisiveness and action, Senou widened his eyes and looked younger than his actual age: "Huh? You agreed? Don't you regret it? People like me..."

What's the matter with the inexplicable sense of guilt of bullying honest people?Are you acting too much?I haven't had time to do anything, Miss Rimbaud, it's a pity that so many scripts in the drawer have not come in handy!

Natsume Soseki was also taken aback, he didn't expect that the little apprentice had such virtues and girls could look up to him - anyway, he only thought that this disciple had a good face except for his brain... _(:з」∠)_

"That's it, I saw the hard work you put in for this. As long as you work hard, it's good, isn't it? The result is not important. After all, the success of a thing is largely affected by many accidental factors. Luck should not Become the standard for evaluating a person." Rimbaud thought for a while, and put on a tolerant smile that nuns are specially used for business.

Years ago, outside Notre Dame de Paris, she had seen those women who wrapped themselves tightly in black robes smile at the beggars on the ground like this.

She was born so well, with a healthy and ruddy complexion, a slender and straight figure, sitting on a chair in the police station, her long black hair hanging in curls on her chest.The light leaking from the window added a layer of filter to her, and she looked as if she really had a soft holy light—in fact, she was thinking about something else entirely, and it was described in words as "quite violent".

this!Disciple this is!Is this a lifetime of luck being used today?Mr. Natsume was dumbfounded.

Then he straightened his face and sat up straight, staring at Rimbaud's eyes: "This old man has no heirs in his life, and his only second apprentice, no matter which one can be regarded as the word 'dragon and phoenix among men'. Miss Rimbaud, the old man's disciple , It’s not something that can be played lightly and negligently, please think twice before making a promise.”

Even if I can't even look at it from the corner of my eyes, I can't let others spoil it at will.

At this moment, Natsume Soseki really showed the momentum of "a sage who knows everything". Rimbaud lowered his eyelids to show respect: "I am not a person who makes fun of marriage. What will the future look like? No one will know until that day. I know. But... does the answer 'Only widowed, not divorced' satisfy you?"

Mori Ogai: "..." Meow meow?Why did the topic suddenly become dangerous?

The old man stared at her for a while, then looked up to the sky and laughed and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, quite yes. I agree to this marriage. Attila, you will also explain to Baudelaire when you go back. Find a good day to go to the civil affairs hall ..."

"Just today, if it's convenient, Mr. Xiongsen and I went to Tokyo to sign the marriage."

Now that the decision has been made, there is no need to procrastinate, and the sooner the matter is done, the better to coax the old man to worry less.

"Well... that's fine too! Then this guy will be completely handed over to you!"

What Natsume Soseki thought was that he could finally transfer his apprentice today, which is very good.This courageous young lady was very courageous, and he was very curious about what would happen to this young disciple who liked to ponder people's hearts when he touched her diamond-like heart.

Diamonds can only be polished with diamonds. There is probably nothing wrong with this saying in marriage.Even as a teacher, he looks forward to the crying expression of the apprentice!

"Ok."

Rimbaud decided to spend a few coins to buy Mr. Sen's old cabbage just like buying vegetables in the vegetable market, and he paid the fee quite readily.Old Mr. Natsume finally cleared his warehouse and sold one of the stocks, and his whole tone became brighter: "That's it, you go to Tokyo to go through the formalities together, and discuss the rest when you come back."

Mori Ogai: "..." Wait?what happened?Why is no one asking for my opinion?

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