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

Zhong also moved his body to adjust his state, stared at the scope for five seconds and pulled the trigger. He was startled by a loud "bang" in his ear.Rimbaud leaned over and squinted his eyes, glanced at the scope, and slapped him on the back of the head: "Miss the target by one meter, continue. Don't be afraid, don't move when you pull the trigger, and adjust your breathing. Any changes in your body will affect you. to precision."

The bullets of the second shot grazed the frightened deer, and the bamboo tube used for landscaping and timing in the third shot was smashed, Rimbaud stood up and nodded: "It's ok, the hand feel is fine, the accuracy behind it depends on the pile of bullets , Practice slowly."

Sister Butterfly stood under the eaves and listened when Rimbaud took out the TAC-50. She didn't realize that she was holding a weapon until the first shot was fired.For swordsmen who have never seen hot weapons, this kind of foreign gadget with a range of thousands of meters is completely cheating!

Butterfly Ninja's mind was fast, and he immediately thought of a new way to kill ghosts: "If you use the material used to make the sun wheel knife to make that so-called bullet, wouldn't you be able to kill ghosts from a distance?"

"I don't rule out this possibility, but you have to use bloom/flower/bomb, otherwise it is very likely to fail at the ghost's regeneration speed."

A normal person will undoubtedly die if he is hit to the point, but a ghost is not a normal person, even if his posture is wrong and his head is cut off, he will not die.

Butterfly Kanae thought more thoughtfully: "What if the bullet is wrapped with wisteria poison?"

"Then it must be ensured that the bullet must explode in the ghost's body rather than penetrate, and the warhead needs to be modified by itself. Having said that... Maybe it can play the role of a temporary sun...?"

Professor Rimbaud stroked his chin, expressing that he wanted to find some experimental products to practice his hands on.

Chuya, surrounded by them and forced to participate in this brainstorming: "..."

Hey, hey...the ladies are too cruel!

She unloaded the first magazine and returned a bullet to Butterfly Kanae: "This is the bullet that plays a lethal role. Let the craftsman try it. The size and structure must be exactly the same. Things can be added inside but the total weight cannot be changed. , and the surface must be polished smooth, otherwise it will not be accurate and the gun will be damaged.”

Kanae took the bullet and left in a hurry, probably looking for someone to find a solution, leaving Butterfly Shinobu a little frustrated: "I'm too short, my arms are not long enough, and I don't have enough strength to cut off the ghost's head... I can only think about poison. kill. Oh..."

"Speaking of poison..." Rimbaud took out a small cube that he hadn't been able to deal with: "This is the poison that Kanae and I collected when we encountered Tongma. I'll give it to you. Maybe we can research something. There is also a simple anti-virus The mask, you should have seen that one."

"Poison gas is mainly divided into inhalation type and contact type. It is used on people in violation of international conventions and everyone will be beaten, but what the hell..." Professor Rimbaud showed a malicious expression: "Who told them not to participate in the meeting? What about signing..."

"Eh?"

Butterfly endured a look of shock: "That scum's poison?!"

Rimbaud held the small cube and nodded: "That's right, if we left it alone, the whole town would have suffered. In order to control the situation and recover the poisonous gas, I don't regret letting the prey go."

"..."

This time it was Butterfly Shinobi's turn to be speechless.

So you hold the gas that can poison a whole town so lightly in your hands!

After getting rid of the hot potato, Rimbaud stayed in Butterfly House for another half a month, and the two first-class swordsmen who agreed to cooperate with her in thoroughly investigating Tokyo Prefecture also arrived.

It's not that the Ghost Killing Squad is so stingy that they can't bear to part with it, it's that she has collected information and caught too many ghosts.

Out of the six Xiaxian, she found four, and Xiaxianyi's blood ghost technique turned out to be a dream... Not to mention ordinary soldiers, inexperienced Zhu may also overturn.If it weren't for the fact that the ghost couldn't be captured alive, Rimbaud might be able to pry other information from them.Therefore, judging from the current workload, there is no one who can spare his hands. I don't know if this counts as shooting himself in the foot in an alternative sense.

On the day when the two bodyguards arrived at the Butterfly House, Rimbaud was bored, changed his clothes, put away his abilities, and was fighting with Yan Zhu who just came back to rest.Without the use of anything foreign, including weapons, the always tearful monks are as indestructible as the silent and stoic rocks in the mountains.

After playing back and forth for an hour, Rimbaud gave up, rubbing his hands and sitting on the porch drinking water, the breeze picked up her long hair like gossamer.At this moment, two youths who had just left the category of teenagers stepped into the training ground one after the other, and the person walking in front had flesh-pink hair.

Sabito never expected to meet a lady who never appeared again after Fujishiyama here.It's not that he didn't submit a report, but everyone, including his friends behind him, thought he was too tired to have hallucinations, and no one believed what he said was true.

Now, she appeared so suddenly, sitting quietly on the porch holding a bamboo tube to drink water, the sun cast a gentle light golden color on her body, and the beautiful silhouette between black and white was like a miracle.

"Ma'am, is that you?!"

The young man took a few steps forward, and when Rimbaud heard the movement, he turned his head and glanced at it. After thinking about it, he figured out who it was: "Saitu?"

Boys who have entered the growth period have changed a lot!

—— "Unexpectedly, the person who found out several ghosts one after another in the legend turned out to be you! After Fujishiyama was selected for several years, I haven't seen you again. Where have you been? Are you really not injured?"

Sato sat not far from Rimbaud and chatted with her without saying a word. Another "bodyguard" who was not good at words in the courtyard was sent to use the back of a knife to serve as a sparring partner for Nakaya who had put away his abilities.

His saber technique is really beautiful, flowing and capable, retracting and releasing freely, without any unnecessary movements.If he were to compete purely with sword skills, Rimbaud felt that he might not be the young man's opponent, and he would be at a disadvantage if he persisted for three or four hours--the so-called breathing method is really hard to evaluate.Greatly improving the attack and battery life, but consuming the future of the body ahead of time, is a tragic but unavoidable path for desperate ghost hunters.

"beautiful……"

There were flowing sword shadows everywhere, she couldn't help admiring, Satu nodded in agreement: "Yiyong is calm and pure, only he can do such a sword technique without impurities."

Then the calm and pure black-haired young man knocked down the orange-haired boy with a knife and clamped him between his arms to control his movements. He tilted his head and showed a confused expression: "Kid...?"

Chuya, who had already given up struggling, blew up in an instant, kicking and beating indiscriminately: "Don't treat me like a brat!"

"……Oh."

After a pause, the black-haired young man let go of his hands and was free, and the blushing young man glared at him: "I hate it!"

This time his reaction was quite "quick". After reacting for three seconds, he said flatly but firmly: "I am not hated."

"……puff!"

Considering his son's face, Rimbaud held back his laughter, and quickly covered his mouth with his hands after making a short and weird sound.

"Could it be that you are hated and haven't realized it yet!"

Zhong is also an upright child, and he never thought about saving face for anyone.Yi Yong affirmed himself more persistently and resolutely after a moment of petrification: "I am not hated!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Forget it, why bother?Why bother?He decided to let this silly guy go, and let himself go by the way.

"Okay, you all know each other and can get along well. Familiarize yourself with each other's fighting habits in the past few days, and then set off."

In this era, even Tokyo prefecture has remote and uninhabited corners. Rimbaud did not plan to measure the entire area of ​​Tokyo decades ago on foot. After researching around based on not-so-accurate maps, he decided to investigate Asakusa, Tama, and Yokohama. .

Ghosts want to eat people. Where there are no people, there are no ghosts. The more people there are, the more ways ghosts can hide their whereabouts.This is the same as catching the second-five boy. Only the organization worthy of attention will have the second-five boy. The absence of the second-five boy can only prove that the leader of the organization is not working hard enough and not successful enough... Having said that, Shangxian Er, who has met face-to-face, does not speak. At that time, it looked basically no different from normal humans. Presumably other stronger ghosts, and even the surreptitious ghost king were hiding in the bustling Tokyo.

Half a month later, the knifesmith who was in charge of forging the knife specially came to the door and delivered Rimbaud's weapon to her.The saber and sickle are covered with a thin layer of material used to make the Japanese knives, like a frosted cover on the steel, and I don't know how it is attached.On the contrary, the nine bullets carefully taken out by the knifesmith were beyond her expectation—it was exactly the same as the original finished product, and any possible flaws were polished by hand, and even with the professional eyes of the professor, there were no faults at all.

"Your weapon material is really good. We tried many ways to barely soften it a little bit, but these are still within the controllable range. That's...these, what kind of bullets, all the ones that can be drawn out The swordsmith worked hard together for so long and only made nine pieces, and I heard that they will be scrapped after one use... Is it really not possible to pick them up and reuse them?"

The swordsmith looked like he was about to cry, completely unacceptable to such a huge one-time consumption.

Rimbaud could only tell him regretfully that he couldn't: "Even if you take it back, you can't use it anymore. If you are particularly concerned, I can pick up the shrapnel and bring it to you."

"Oh, that's fine." The swordsmith wearing the fire man's mask couldn't help touching the blood groove of the military thorn again: "It's so good, such a good material, cutting bones is as labor-saving as cutting straw."

"I think they're great too."

Rimbaud glanced at the weapons that had been following him, and put them into the subspace: "Okay, let's go tomorrow, if you have friends, remember to say goodbye seriously. I will try my best to bring you back safely, but don't expect too much. In real danger, you have to rely on yourself."

Early the next morning, Rimbaud and Zhong also saw Sato who was ready to go at the gate, and his black-haired friend Yoshiyuki Tomioka.None of the four of them were chatty characters. Butterfly Kanae who came to see him off struck sparks with a flint and said, "Wu Yun is prosperous."

She nodded: "You also take care." She embarked on a journey with the concealed luggage on her back.

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