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

"If I can admit it, I will order the man in black to return my sister to you."

This sentence stopped the struggling teenager like a pause button, and he raised his head: "Your confession?"

"That's right." She put her hand on A-Dun's shoulder: "Only I can let the person you're looking for let your sister go free, but out of an adult's sense of responsibility, I must see your strength before I allow it." this matter."

The long-haired woman was wearing a plain white dress, holding a big black cat with shiny fur in her arms.The cat lazily stretched out its paws and touched the black hair hanging on her chest. She looked as harmless as a tree by the roadside.

But it was such a woman who took Rashomon with her bare hands and tied it to the street lamp so that she could not move.

The weak prey on the strong, this is the survival philosophy taught to him by the slums. Facing a predator stronger than himself, in addition to obedience, there is also the ambition to match or even defeat him.

To be recognized by this person and to stand at the same height as her is probably the only way to prove the meaning of my existence.

At that moment, a lamp seemed to be lit in front of his eyes, and the fog that surrounded him was blown away by the howling wind.The sound of the heartbeat became more and more clear, and he had never realized that he was a living person, not a wild dog that could die at any time by the stinking ditch.

"Akutagawa Ryunosuke, my name." The boy straightened his back, with aloof frost hanging on his temples: "Who are you?"

She smiled and handed the cat to the white-haired boy beside her: "Altila Rimbaud, you can call me Professor Rimbaud." After she finished speaking, she looked at Sakunosuke Oda: "I'll go back first, and I'll contact you if I have anything to do." .”

The black-haired boy shifted his gaze to Atsushi Nakajima: "Is this guy also the one who is trying to get you to admit it?"

Rimbaud raised his hand and stroked the little tiger's hair: "How come, I have already admitted him."

Ryunosuke's eyes lit up.

Very well, this cowardly looking guy is his little target at this stage.As long as she can defeat this person who has been recognized by her, the standard of recognition will be getting closer and closer!

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes lit up.

Professor Rimbaud said that she admits herself, does that mean she accepts herself as a family member?

It's so good, it's a feast so extravagant that people can't believe it.

"Let's go, Aden." She nodded to Oda Sakunosuke, and beckoned the little tiger to put Adrian back in the picnic basket and go home with her.

As for the three bowls of soba noodles on the ground... shouldn't it be cleaned up by Oda Sakunosuke and Akutagawa Ryunosuke?

After they left, Oda Sakunosuke took Akutagawa Ryunosuke's Rashomon from the lamp post, and now it looked aggrieved like a white tail.

"Altila Rimbaud...?" The black-haired boy stared at the direction she was leaving, and the adopter gave him a slap directly: "Use honorifics to the professor! Professor Rimbaud is the kind of person who is alone If she is serious, I won’t even have time to save you. Her strength is not only reflected in force, you will understand later.”

After being beaten a lot, he will naturally understand, that's what he meant.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eyes changed again and again - this is the power he should look up to!

The boy lowered his head to hide his overly excited expression: "That's really great, I will definitely work hard to get Professor Rimbaud's approval."

He seems to be a very capable person!

Rimbaud didn't know that this little guy was standing on the side of the road, wishing he could burn a hole in the space to catch up with her and fight with her. After returning home with A-Dun, she lazily huddled in the sofa and watched TV with the cat in his arms.After putting away the picnic basket and water bottle, Aton washed his hands and made dinner—the soba noodles were smashed by that strange, sullen-looking guy.

There was clanging in the kitchen, and it didn't take long for the aroma of ripe food to be heard.After dozing off watching the news, she was awakened by the aroma, raised her nose and sniffed, and immediately looked forward to the extra meal.

At six o'clock Dazai wandered back home, and Mr. Mori came back with Chuya after another hour and a half, and dinner was just on the table.Rimbaud called out to Atsushi Nakajima, who wanted to slip into the kitchen and make some ochazuke to fill his stomach: "Where are you going?"

"That... I... I..." I was embarrassed to say that I was hungry again after eating two bowls of soba noodles, and the boy waved his arms in embarrassment: "Let me see what else I can do, by the way Clean up the kitchen waste."

The kind of cleanup that is eaten directly...

"Sit down and eat first." She pointed at Dazai: "Dazai picked you up, go and move the stool and sit by his side."

"Huh? Can I, can I sit here? A person like me...?" Both happy and frightened, the boy hesitated and took two steps, like a cat who can't decide what toy to play with.

Rimbaud tilted his head: "Didn't I say that I would admit you? There is no rule in the family that cooking heroes should squat in the kitchen to eat."

She glanced at Dazai's reaction while she was talking, because she could see that the second young lady who was about to make a move realized how much he was valued, and there was a delicious dinner on the table, so he sat up straight: "Don't let the order come first Twice."

"Yes!" The boy was so happy that his tail was about to curl up, and he took out a dining chair from the storage room and placed it beside Dazai, carefully sitting on it.Everyone sitting around the table, including Rimbaud, waited for him to sit down before picking up their chopsticks to start eating.

Communication among family members is not prohibited at the dinner table at home, as long as they don't say things that are not conducive to digestion and don't fight.Mr. Mori waited for his wife to put down the bowls and chopsticks, and then told her something a little sad after seeing that the others were eating similarly: "Remember that gambler a few years ago? That time you killed a fool in the office."

If it was an ordinary person, she would have forgotten it long ago, and it was only with the addition of time attributives and special events that she barely recalled it: "Yellow hair, narrow eyes?"

"That's right, this guy has supernatural powers, but he is very unpleasant." He carefully described his words: "This guy seems to be planning to do something bad to Madam. I would like Mr. Imai to take his place. But whether you can do it depends on Imai-kun's own ability."

Knowing his wife's bottom line thoroughly, Mr. Mori is now actively working hard to show that he will be released from the study as soon as possible, so he will not deliberately conceal or tell lies to her.

"Imai-kun, will be A's executioner. If he can do it, he will be a quasi-cadre in charge of the casino business. It will not be difficult to become a cadre in a few years. PortMafia is still a violent organization after all. Violence is not good, but in In this world, many things can only be resorted to violence."

He spread his hands to show that there was no lie, and Rimbaud put his hand on his chin and raised a question mark: "How do you say? What do you need me to do?"

Oh, she was feeling bored, she was so bored that she ran to the Yebisu Shrine, and immediately someone came to the door for her to exercise her muscles!Such a good thing!

"You just need Madam to protect yourself." Mr. Sen finally played steadily once again: "I will not let the transfer of staff affect Madam's safety, but this person A is very stupid. No one knows that such a guy will be hot-headed for a while." If you come up with any irrational means, I think you need to inform Madam in advance to make preparations."

This is a very practical move. Even if Rimbaud is not afraid of assassination and attack at all, it will not delay her from raising her vigilance to beware of poisonous arrows coming from the dark.

When she heard that there was nothing wrong with her, she sighed in frustration: "Alright, I understand. I will pay more attention when going in and out in the future."

"If madam is willing, the door of my office is always open for you." He smiled: "I really want to see you every day no matter what time of day."

It's a pity that Professor Lan Bo didn't want to look up and see this old man 24 hours a day: "No, trouble."

In the end, I didn't say whether it was troublesome to go back and forth by car or troublesome to avoid suspicion.

Presumably both of these bothered her.

Mr. Sen lowered his head and smiled: "It's okay, you can go whenever you want." When she was not there, he could let Alice out to have a look.

This topic is skipped here.

After a few months, it will enter winter.In previous years, Rimbaud wrapped himself up tightly like a hamster in the winter, but this year it was uncharacteristically not only not cold, but sometimes sweat dripped from his forehead and he opened the windows to cool down.

It wasn't until around the new year, when she was 24 weeks pregnant, that her stomach undulated slightly as if she had eaten too much.At this time, Mr. Mori finally had a sense of reality of "Ah! Madam is pregnant!", and ran home after work to hang out with his wife.

"Mandarin orange, apple, and melon, which one do you want to eat?" The colors of the three fruits are all beautiful, and the professor chose the largest one.

A Dun stepped forward to take the melon away, and delivered it with a fruit plate 10 minutes later.

Mr. Sen mentioned A's matter again: "Madam, be more careful recently."

In fact, Dazai has already limped A through Marquez.He thought that the information he had collected on so many people with different abilities was just what Mr. Mori wanted him to know. If he attacked his colleagues according to the weaknesses listed in the information, A would definitely die a miserable death.

Does A know about this?Of course he didn't know.Not only did he not know, he even thought complacently that he had mastered the core information of PortMafia.

In the report, Rimbaud, who he focused on, was an image of a weak and hysterical madwoman, far from himself.

However, there is no other way, A is willing to believe in his own "reasoning" judgment, and no one can persuade him.

No one can stop his heart that is eager to try and die.

"The chance to do it is on New Year's Eve." He walked around the office excitedly, chattering about the so-called "plan" to a few of his confidants: "Just kill this woman first, and the others will follow the weaknesses obtained from the intelligence. Attack, and soon PortMafia will be mine!"

Marquez's contributions to the field of intelligence collection are impressively listed. He lowered his head respectfully and listened to the dog boss boasting about Amway's "dream" back and forth, and he couldn't stop complaining from the bottom of his heart——

——Come on, you have already stepped on the cliff and haven't noticed the wind, so you can only bully and bully the subordinates who were tricked into wearing collars by him.

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The worst

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more enemies

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