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

Atsushi Nakajima woke up in the afternoon, and the smell of disinfectant on his nose reminded him where he was.

"Hey... Dun-jun, did you sleep well?"

A slightly cold voice rang in my ears, the white-haired boy sat up from the hospital bed as soon as he was excited, and a man in a black coat and a bandage on his left eye sat on the high chair beside the bed. Inside was a big, sleek black cat.

"Mr. Dazai! I...I..." Atsushi Nakajima panicked, the oppression brought by this person can almost be equated with death.

"You disobeyed my order and ran back to the orphanage. What did you do?" Unable to see through this man's emotions, he was as calm as the wind and the black ocean. There was a light tap on the knee: "You killed the director of the orphanage, is that so?"

"I...killed the dean?" He opened his mouth meaninglessly and repeated the other party's words, "I killed the dean?"

The teenager, whose mind was still completely a child, shrank into a ball, and after he realized that he had committed a crime, he was immediately engulfed in fear and disgust—but anyone who still wants to struggle in the mud to be a person will encounter this kind of trouble, not casually Anyone can abandon the bottom line and integrity without any scruples.

Dazai still wanted to continue to attack the stray cat's psychological threshold, but unfortunately he ran out of time.In other words, since Atsushi Nakajima bumped into Rimbaud by accident, his plan was completely out of control and ran all the way in a direction that was completely uncontrollable.

The door of the treatment room was kicked open with a bang, the professor came in with two cups of hot milk, and one of them stuffed a cup of the empty one with a "slap" on the back of the young son's head: "Get lost and copy !"

He wanted to make trouble without seeing this kid at a glance——but whenever he tried to kill others, Rimbaud could turn a blind eye and close his eyes as if he didn't see it. If he wanted to kill himself, the old mother's iron fist would not hesitate polite.

The unfathomable cold aura of "Mr. Dazai" was completely wiped out by the crisp "pop", especially when he looked back with tears in his arms, even Adrian couldn't help licking his head. Twice the air, pretending to be licking fur——Meow didn’t know anything, and Meow didn’t smile.

"Give me all the milk!" Miss Professor's order cannot be refuted, there is no choice between the older boy or the younger boy, obediently obey.

"Oh..." Atsubi Nakajima knew how to read the air, and immediately determined the upper and lower levels of the food chain in front of him, and knew which thigh he should hug.Dazai still wanted to struggle, but Professor Lan Bo quickly let him understand who is in charge of the family: "Mr. Mori agreed to let you go to Yinglan to study, and Huan is also very happy that there are more gentle scum in his male public relations department." set up."

For a certain slaughter, this is simply his true colors.

"No!" He almost covered his face and screamed like a girl: "I don't want such a troublesome thing!"

"Then take it back and talk about your 'stray cat'!" The professor quickly asked the second fatal question: "What is the name of this stray cat?"

Atsushi Nakajima immediately understood that this was a topic about himself, and took the initiative to bow his head and announce his name: "Atsushi Nakajima, Atsushi Nakajima."

"Okay, A-Dun, please send these two empty glasses away." She handed him the empty glass in Dazai's hand, picked it up and threw it out, then turned back and sat down to stare at the empty glass when she wanted to escape from the window. The failed black-haired boy: "I told you, if you encounter something you want but can't get, you can consider asking your guardian for it."

"You...you deliberately make people hate you, why? Don't tell me that you picked up a little girl and plan to bring it back as a child bride. Of course, I might be happier that way. And this stray cat...you are not afraid Too much stimulation to be bitten by a tiger?"

The warm fingers maliciously rubbed his curly and messy head pitifully, and the boy was at a loss like a cat that has been stunned.

Adrian jumped from his arms onto the hospital bed, and swarmed into a ball with a "meow".

"I..." He opened his mouth, not knowing whether to say it or not.

The matter of the book cannot be known by more than two people, otherwise the world will become unstable, and instability means danger. He doesn't know how to avoid this danger.

Professor Rimbaud's age is doomed to be only a background board in future stories. He can't embarrass his 30-year-old mother who has to rush to the front and work hard to save the world like young people, right?No matter how you look at it, he can be regarded as a filial son...

Such a shameless thing can't be done for the time being.

Then it is necessary to keep her secret.Of course, Mr. Mori also expressed concern and curiosity about his actions, but this is not a difficult problem to solve. After turning around and looking back, he still has to find a way to hand the "book" into the hands of the tiger who is the signpost.Due to the inheritance of "diamonds need diamond polishing", it is also necessary to have a part-time enemy and partner for this combat power...

To put it simply... the young Mr. Dazai wants to cultivate a pair of CBs who can fight but can't be killed when they meet, and can cooperate at critical moments...don't even think about such things as CP. no.

There are two difficulties in this matter, one is to deceive Rimbaud, and the other is to ensure that the two diamonds are hostile to each other but not fatal—or at least unilaterally.The second point is not difficult. The most disgusting thing about a dog is that it is simple-minded but too persistent... Therefore, the most difficult thing is to deceive Rimbaud.Especially since he still lives under the nose of the other party every day.

There is a saying, "There is nothing better than a mother to know a child." The adoptive mother is also a mother, and he is not too sure.

"Are you telling me?" Professor Lan Bo said with a face of "I'll just quietly watch you make up lies", making it clear that he does not want to suffer from his son's filial piety.Miss Professor, who has entered the state of "one talk one" without putting on the villain's necessary aura, wants to fool her easily... He recalled the fragments he saw in the "book", and found it a bit difficult.

In front of him is the former government scavenger "Zuizhou" who has never lost his memory, not the old spy who is so afraid of the cold that his mind freezes and gets tricked out casually.

——Speaking of which, the beginning of the Hong Kong black undercover den is from him, right?First came the amnesiac spy Rimbaud, and then the investigator Ango Sakaguchi...

It's a pity that what he saw from the "book" was fragmented, with gaps and omissions, otherwise he could look back.

The black-haired boy who sighed in his heart rolled his eyes, infinite delay is impossible, the other party is more patient than him.

Rimbaud picked up Adrian, who started snoring, touched his stomach, and kicked the chair his son was sitting on: "You still have 3 minutes to dispel the idea of ​​me sending you to Yinglan as a male publicist. More than two minutes and fifty seconds."

"I..." I still can't say it out loud, or rather, I don't want to say it, but I don't want to lie to her and be exposed.

"Okay, you have a friend. You can continue." Professor Rimbaud gave his son a "friend out of thin air" step, hoping that he would be a little more obedient and slip down. The latter obviously did not understand the good intentions of the old mother: "Sorry, I can't say, but I don't want to lie to you."

Lan Bo, who really didn't like being cheated by others, nodded his head and said simply: "I don't want to say, I can guess... This matter is dangerous, very dangerous, and you can't afford to bet on it, right?"

"You don't care much about Mr. Mori's life, and I and Zhong don't need you to worry about it. Then the danger is not directed at relatives. Not relatives...maybe friends."

"My dear, you don't have many friends. I can almost count the number of them."

She spread her hands, expressing that she did not live in vain for so many years.

Dazai lifted his forehead and sighed—so why on earth!Why is it difficult for everyone to come to him?

It is not surprising that Mr. Sen has long known that he is treacherous and cunning, but the combination of a slug who can rationally control himself and Rimbaud who does not eat the halo of subduing wisdom is really terrifying!

It is possible for the two ceilings of combat power to evolve an IQ BUFF. How did this break the balance?

"Do you believe that I can also abduct the little girl you picked up?" For abducting a little girl, Professor Rimbaud's posture is much more proficient than that of Dazai Boy, no matter how familiar he is, he can accurately handle it. Never let the other party feel that the game experience is not good afterwards and send timed bombs/bombs.

In this regard, Osamu Dazai is willing to bow down, after all, he is the one who occasionally capsizes and gets slapped.He didn't doubt at all that the old lady could coax Yin to spit out all the information on the eighteenth generation of his ancestors in 10 minutes, and then go out for 10 minutes to find the dog still struggling in the mud, and then spend 10 minutes to kill the dog. Wash it clean and bundle it up for home.

The plan is completely unrecognizable.

but!He still has the last trick that has been kept at the bottom of the warehouse for so many years and has never been used!

The black-haired boy opened his eyes wide, and his pale skin under the sun showed an unhealthy sense of transparency.One eye was wrapped in a bandage and refused to show it, and the right eye slowly turned red from grievances, the iris-colored pupils seemed to be soaked in water, and the crystal teardrops hung on the eyelashes stubbornly refusing to slip down.

He pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, just looked at his mother pitifully.

I can't say.

The boy expressed this meaning with stubborn eyes.

People who never laugh can be very lethal when they laugh, and people who never cry are terrible when they cry. Rimbaud surrendered in almost a second and stopped forcing this poor little thing.

"Okay, it's fine if you don't want to say it, but stray cats won't pay you back. Listen, Dazai, don't play with human nature. You are a gentle child. When the world wants to treat you softly, please Don't die for it."

She jumped off the hospital bed handsomely, raised her hand and rubbed the boy's messy bangs to a certain degree: "Is it because I don't pay enough attention to you? Or is there too little work so that you still have too much time to think about philosophical issues?"

Professor Rimbaud smiled and smoothed his hair again: "I have a student who has majored in philosophy. I think you may become good friends."

The black-haired boy whimpered and asked, "Huh?"

"His name is Ango Sakaguchi, and he is good at Latin literature." The professor coaxed his son with his disciples without any guilt, without feeling distressed at all.

Poor Ango who is still on a business trip overseas: "Ha Qiu!"

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

stray cat

Ownership has been determined

old mother

Do not eat the halo of reducing wisdom

Mr. Dazai

sigh