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

【Color Collection】It's convulsed again.

Rimbaud stood on the side of the road and looked at the miserable PortMafia building... That, is it an oil tanker?Today's young people are really incredible. Being able to throw a fuel tanker to that height is basically the same as throwing a rock with bare hands and smashing down a military aircraft, right?

Like an ant nest where a naughty child lit firecrackers and stuffed it in, the members of PortMafia in black suits frantically attacked the intruders like frightened worker ants.

She touched her pocket, walked into the half-destroyed convenience store, took a pack of cigarettes for herself, and threw a note on the counter.Back on the side of the road, she ignited and spit out a white mist between her lips. She didn't know what happened here, only that she had never seen PortMafia in such a mess.

What is Mori Owai doing outside?His face was trampled to pieces.

She took a few steps forward and planned to directly use the subspace to reach the top floor. At this moment, she heard a voice.

From far to near, it was like a bird flapping its wings to fly freely and cut through the air. Then, she stopped.

There is no need to enter the familiar black building again.

Black suit, black coat, red scarf.

Black hair, somewhat messy like seaweed soaked in sea water, iris eyes that do not open to reveal various emotions, and the bandages that are always clean are also stained with dust and blood.

The blood from the impact splashed on her face, which was still warm.

Reason told her that there is no need to doubt that falling from such a height is considered a great luck—but deep down she was lucky: Are you kidding me?Is it fake?The kid must have devised a clever trick, the red stuff is just syrup for a prank, isn't it?In the next second, he would have jumped up screaming and complaining that this way of dying was not refreshing enough... But no.

There were also some white flocs splashed out along with the blood on the ground, and she didn't want to think about what those were.It was as if as long as she confirmed it, the child would really never wake up.

The hand that has held the knife for nearly 20 years is shaking violently at this moment.

My chest was a little congested, and my head was a little dizzy. I don't know why the oxygen suddenly became thinner.

She hammered her chest and opened her mouth to make some noise, but found that her throat seemed to be blocked, and she heard herself breathing heavily in a trance.

Who is it, the sound of crying is carried in the sound of breathing, could it be me?Do not make jokes.

...Ah, it was really me who made such an ugly sound, like a mother beast who saw the dead body of her cub after foraging.

The one that would cause her trouble the most, the one that was picked up from the trash can, was the black, thin, little cub back then.He will never cause trouble again, will never cause trouble again, and lies quietly on the dirty ground, getting what he wants.

Obviously only one step away, it seems that a whole century has passed.

She moved to the side step by step, but she stretched out her hand but dared not touch it. She failed to put it on his soft body several times, and tremblingly took out the wet wipes she carried with her from her pocket, and cleaned and cleaned this love bit by bit. The dainty child wipes away the dust and gore.He comes from a good family background, and his native family is at least an upper-class family, and his actions unconsciously carry the nobility and self-confidence brought by class.Up to now, I'm afraid I can't stand myself lying in a dark corner and rotting silently like the common people.

Her eyes were hot and painful, and her face felt a little cold. She knelt beside him and wiped it for nearly an hour. After tidying up, the black-haired young man was as clean and tidy as if he had fallen asleep.

——The blue-black under the eye sockets is shocking, and I don't know how long I haven't had a good rest.

Now sleep forever.

Unknown anger suddenly surged up from the bottom of my heart, and I couldn't suppress it no matter what, I just wanted to pick him up by the ear and roar - after reaching a certain peak, this anger dissipated for no reason, only chest pains and pain Empty nothingness.

Hasn't this child's wish always been this?Every year, every month, every day, every day, finally one day, he closed his eyes.

Still couldn't resist reaching out to hug him tightly, the long black hair like black pearls fell to the ground, stained with dust, and also stained with blood that couldn't be washed off, and was blown onto him by the wind, it was a mourning dress full of sadness.

After waiting for so long, no one came to look for him. Presumably, the child had made a special plan not to be seen as embarrassed.

The body temperature slowly drops, and the muscles gradually become stiff. If you continue to put it here, there will soon be natural scavengers swarming in.She thought for a while, then lowered her head and touched his forehead lightly - the smell of blood, and a very faint smell of cider.

That's something he likes.

The abilities of dead people will naturally lose their effectiveness, and [Disqualification in the World] cannot escape this rule.

Try it, she has never tried to read the anti-abilities, and he is the only anti-abilities she has ever seen.In this situation, the worst thing is that the reading fails, sending him back to dust with a fire.

The light golden flowing text cuts out the subspace where the laws of physics have failed from the main space, like a butterfly cocoon wrapping a dead larva. This is the mother's last effort to pull the child who has fallen into the abyss back to her side.

The light flickered on and off for half an hour, Rimbaud was covered in sweat and let go of his hands, and the black-haired young man in his arms disappeared without a trace.

After succeeding, she knelt on the ground alone, staring blankly at the blood stain that could not disappear, and punched the ground in extreme anger.

"Armed Detective Agency!"

……

A few days have passed since the leader fell from the building. PortMafia is now temporarily in charge of the cadre Nakahara Chuya. He vowed not to succeed until the first leader Osamu Dazai is found - such a willful and annoying guy will definitely live in peace in the universe Annihilation, absolutely won't let him sneak away from work!

However, they couldn't find it. Tens of thousands of people surrounded the five black buildings and flattened them inch by inch and searched carefully, but they didn't even see a bandage.The guerrilla leader Atsushi Nakajima, who ran out like crazy, had to be locked up in a confinement room, and Nakahara Nakahara didn't know how to deal with Dazai's confidential secretary Akutagawa Gin.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke broke into the PortMafia headquarters for his sister, and the armed detective agency went all out to support... No matter what the cause or process, the final result is that these actions caused the leader of PortMafia to fall from the sky——

——The only witness said that he jumped off by himself, but why?

There is a suicide note left by him in the chief's office. If it weren't for the will to prohibit PortMafia from fighting the Armed Detective Agency again, Chuya Nakahara would have completely crushed that small organization with gravity alone.

damn it!If Dazai was alive, he could still jump up and refute, now... can he still dig people out of the air and beat him up?

"Mr. Central Plains!"

He didn't allow others to call him the leader, because he hadn't found that person yet.

"Mr. Zhongyuan!" The subordinate shouted again, and the young man finished his contemplation: "Say."

"Armed Detective Agency..." The person who came to report ran too fast and almost held back: "The Armed Detective Agency has been attacked!"

what!

He turned to stare at the man: "Did our people do it?"

How can I find a reason to exonerate this good guy in the future?

The subordinate finally managed to catch his breath: "It's not our person, and they don't know each other. The brothers who followed said...it was a woman, but they called on the door for the leader of Dazai, and asked the armed detectives to socialize Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Oda Sakunosuke. "

Central Plains is also stuck, could it be that Dazai squatting in the office every day can trick a woman into loving him and making a life-and-death promise?Otherwise, I can't go to the Armed Detective Agency alone...

"Call all the cadres, the guerrilla black lizards muster," he put on his hat and threw his suit over his shoulders: "Follow me!"

The subordinate's eyes lit up: "Bring the guys and fuck them!"

"Fart, go pick up the leader's wife!"

At this time, he is still willing to stand up for that guy, so bloody!The leader's wife and the new leader also recognized him in the Central Plains.

There is such a practice in the real world: the wife of the leader is the natural heir of the leader, and it is normal for the wife to succeed the former leader after his accidental death.

Zhongya Nakahara led a group of PortMafia to the Armed Detective Agency downstairs, and saw that the dilapidated old red brick building had been bulldozed in half, and the remaining half escaped because ordinary people were hiding in it.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency, stood at the front with his sword drawn. A woman with long black hair stood on a high ground that was piled up with construction waste directly opposite him.Her long hair was blown up by the wind and covered her face, only revealing a pair of bright brown eyes like cold stars, just looking at these eyes is enough to make one lose one's mind.

It was a fighting spirit like a raging fire, and an unquenchable anger.

"Hand over Sakunosuke Oda, and Ryunosuke Akutagawa." She held up a giant scythe that was as tall as herself with one hand, with an ominous blood shining on the blade: "I won't kill them."

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was soaked in blood in Tsing Yi, turned his blade sideways and firmly refused: "No. If something is directed at me, don't affect my subordinates."

"Tsk." I hate this kind of stubborn guy the most, "Then... I'm sorry."

Fukuzawa Yukichi put his sword back into its sheath, lowered his center of gravity and stared at his opponent. This was the preparation for the sword drawing technique.She moved a few steps, and suddenly disappeared in place with a flash of pale gold, reappearing right behind him!Fuze was quick to draw the sword, but she was tricked into taking advantage of the maneuvering space at the moment when she drew the sword. It was too late to turn around and defend at this moment, which was nearly one meter away.

He was forced to give up offense and turn to defense, but the double-edged scythe hooked in the opposite direction was another wound.

Her style of play is fierce and tough, without any fixed moves or routines, it is all based on experience accumulation-this is the most difficult opponent, because I don't know where her rules are.

The few detectives who wanted to be tough at the beginning are receiving treatment from Yoshiya Akiko, and their heads are as iron as Akutagawa. The hammer directly triggers "Please Don't Die".

With the flood of black suits, Victory has been out of the Armed Detective Agency.After discovering that PortMafia controlled the field and cleared the crowd, Edogawa Ranpo, who was protected at the back, pushed his glasses and looked puzzled.

"President!" The squinting young man opened his emerald green eyes: "Stop, give her the man."

Before Fukuzawa Yukichi turned his head and reprimanded him, he added loudly: "You can't take them away from here!"

If she doesn't take anyone away, if she regrets it, she will have time to rescue her if she wants to do it.

If you fight hard, you will definitely not be able to fight. The angry mother's combat effectiveness is terrifyingly high.Originally, she was a person with supernatural powers, and someone poked her finger on Ni Lin, and she couldn't ask for more without the indiscriminate slaughter.

"Random steps!" Fukuzawa Yukichi's tone was almost reproachful, and the young man pressed his hat: "She doesn't know how to kill people. If she wants to kill people, those clerks who meet her first will be dead."

Even with Xixue's defense, she would not be able to survive for a long time. The opponent's unavoidable sword gesture and visual deception were not obstacles for her at all.

Fukuzawa Yukichi turned his head to look at the members who were lying on the ground—as long as those who resisted were all hammered by the focus of attention, those without combat power, such as Ranpo and the clerks, would not even have a hole.

Should we trust this strange strange woman?

She moved, slammed the sickle on the ground with her backhand and waited for his reply: "Even if you want to stop it, it's useless, if it wasn't for the child, I would keep you..."

related to children?Parents who called?

Zhong Yuanzhong, who hurried to control the field, almost tripped over a piece of construction waste—all of them have children? ? ?

Garbage Dazai!

The woman heard the sound of footsteps behind her, and looked back lazily: "Stay away, it's so close, if you make a move, you may accidentally hurt yourself."

Mr. Zhongyuan couldn't care less about scolding someone for rubbish, his mind went blank for a moment, and there was a vague tendency to clear the SAN value-who is this!coincidence!I feel a little pain in my legs!

Before Fukuzawa Yukichi could think and come to a conclusion, Oda Sakunosuke, who had finished the treatment, walked out from the line of wounded, walked over the man in the blue shirt and walked to the woman: "Please don't hurt other people."

"Oda!" President Fukuzawa's eyes were about to burst, and he saw the long-haired woman move very quickly—too late to rescue—"Crack!"

"..."

She raised her hand and slapped the red-haired man hard on the face, causing him to stumble. Then she slapped him again, and she grabbed his neckline and dragged him to her face: "If it wasn't for my child to protect you and your I will personally send your whole family to hell today!" As she spoke, she pushed him away forcefully, and she stretched out her palm, a pale golden color emerged, and a tall, thin man in black and black hair appeared indistinctly in front of the splendid palace.

He was so thin that any gust of wind would blow him away.

"!"

It took a while for the black-haired man's figure to condense, he opened his eyes, the transparent kite color was gentle and calm: "Huh?"

The woman stood behind him and glared at the red-haired man. Oda Sakunosuke was full of doubts: What did this come from?

"Mr. Dazai!" The heart-piercing cry came from the white-haired boy who rushed out, and the skinny boy in black threw himself at his feet: "Great, you're fine. Don't go that way anymore, It's dangerous over there, please!" He was almost insane, but the man in black was unmoved.He rolled his eyes, stepped past the boy and looked at the red-haired man: "I think you look familiar, are you my friend?"

Oda Sakunosuke sensed the danger of suffocation at this moment, [Tian, ​​Yiseong seamlessness] was not triggered, but the sense of danger became stronger and stronger—it would not only bring death, but also the threat of destroying everything.

The black-haired man in front of him tilted his head, still waiting for his answer.

The red-haired young man hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward and stretched out his palm under her death gaze: "...Yes, I am your friend, my name is... Oda Sakunosuke."

"I heard you're a writer? Is this job interesting?" He smiled contentedly like a child, and the danger of tarsal maggots disappeared for a moment.The brunette's expression became sad and helpless, like a mother who was hurt by a child but couldn't bear to punish him.

He paused: "Fortunately, I like it very much."

"What story did you write?" The black-haired young man raised his hand and scratched his forehead stiffly: "Can I call you Odasaku?"

There is nothing that is not allowed, if you say no... [Tian, ​​Yi Wuxia] has already told him the consequences.

"It's all right," he nodded vaguely: "I haven't published enough works to publish a book, maybe in the future."

"Is that so?" The man in black sighed softly: "I really hope to see what you write."

If this is a game, Sakunosuke Oda would probably be able to see the task bar refresh: [Complete a game to meet NPC requirements].

"I will work hard. My ideas are not full enough at the moment, maybe I will know after a while."

The two came and went, asking and answering questions, as if this was not a large-scale demolition site, nor was it a terrible game of "wrong answer and the whole society will die"... It was just that strange black-haired woman who brought her child to complete his task. Wishes satisfy him, that's all.

After asking and answering for a long time, the black-haired man smiled and waved to everyone as if he was tired, and slowly disappeared.

Everyone present was puzzled—is it a student?is it dead?is a person?Is it a ghost?

The pale golden palace dissipated with the disappearance of this person, Rimbaud returned his hand and slapped the red-haired man in front of him: "You go."

Oda Sakunosuke, who seemed to understand something, took a step back and bowed deeply to her: "Sorry, sorry."

She didn't accept his apology, and looked away at Ryunosuke Akutagawa who barely got up: "It's your turn."

The boy in gray got up and approached her staggeringly. Suddenly, the hem of his clothes turned into a sharp blade and pierced out. Everyone exclaimed...the golden barrier blocked the cloth blade.She grabbed the cloth blade with her palms upside down, and the blood stained the hem of the clothes. The woman stepped forward and swung her knees and elbows.She picked him up and threw him at Fukuzawa Yukichi's feet like a kitten or puppy. The boy rolled all the way on the dusty ground. If the older man hadn't held him up in time, he might have hit his head on a raised rock Bump into a fool.

"Let's go!" She turned around and raised the sickle and stuffed it back into the invisible subspace. The PortMafia surrounded here all bowed their heads and made way to follow her out of the ruins.

PortMafia is a gangster organization that pays attention to face and grievances. No one can retreat after trampling on its face.

A week later, Zhongyuan Zhong also became the new leader of PortMafia, and there was a small tomb under the green shade with a view of the gentle sea. There were only simple Roman characters carved on the cold stone slabs, and there was a live crab on the altar. is crawling around.

"Idiot, take a good rest."

A black-haired woman in black bent down to put a bouquet of flowers. The breeze blew, and the canopy of the tree turned to shield her from the strong and dazzling sunlight. It seemed that someone was frivolous and laughing, just like they usually play rascals.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Miss Rimbaud leaves another world and returns home

Looking up, I saw my second son jumping around alive and looking for death

Don't say anything

kill it