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

Leading three men, one big, two young, out of the police station, Rimbaud drove straight to a newly opened hot pot restaurant without saying a word - it is said that the authentic Sichuan flavor is the main thing here, and all the hot pot eaters entered the shop crying and left .

spicy.

Chuya said last week that she wanted to try this, so she made a phone call to reserve a seat, who knew that such an accident would happen today!

In addition to people queuing up to eat at the entrance of the hot pot restaurant, there are also people wearing only panda doll skins to attract popularity.

"While eating, talk about what's going on."

Entering the store to order, the waiter who led the way shook off Nai Bazi and trotted all the way to escape from this strange area. Nakaya sat next to Rimbaud, Dazai sat next to Mori Ogai, and ate the hot pot out of the negotiations momentum.

Considering that the two children might not be able to eat spicy food, she ordered a mandarin duck pot. The half red and half white metal pot quickly appeared in front of the four of them, and the contents of the pot were neatly arranged.

Ms. Professor put the card into the plate held by the waiter in a handsome posture, and looked at Mr. Mori with several eyes in an instant——

——The scene of the divorce of the good-for-nothing?One child per person?Turn the table if you can't agree?

The waiter kindly helped to transfer the white pot vertically to the two children, Zhong also looked up a little dissatisfied: "I'm not a child, I can eat spicy food!"

"I'm sorry, look at the tomatoes floating on it, it's so cute~" The waiter smiled unmoved, and tried to sell him a light diet that is better for the body. The orange-haired boy who has suffered a lot of grievances today is not happy. I just want to make trouble.

Professor Lan Bo slapped him back to his seat and waved off the waiter: "Thank you for reminding me. I won't bother you."

"oh oh……"

The young lady is very imposing, walking all the way in with that face, that chest, that waist, and that leg!Looking closer, it looks more delicate, without the roughness common to Europeans. The bright brown eyes are hidden under the shadow of eyelashes, as if hiding an affectionate secret.

She hugged the plate and bowed back. Rimbaud reached out and moved the hot pot in another direction. The white pot was placed in front of Mori Ogai and Osamu Dazai, and the red pot was facing himself and Chuya.

"anymore question?"

Of course no problem.

Zhong also understood that Rimbaud was used to it, and going out to eat was a silent comfort to them. He said he wanted to eat this hot pot last week, and his mother remembered it until today.

The discomfort of being invaded by other small animals finally calmed down. He stared at the gradually boiling pot and waited for the meat to eat.

Osamu Dazai was very smart to learn from Chuya. Miss Lanbo would not teach herself if she didn't teach Chuuya a lesson. The little boy stared at the snow crab legs and salivated.

Just... how could a child's physical reaction be unbearable.

"Hahahahahaha, it was really a misunderstanding at the police station today." Mori Ogai felt that it was safer to voluntarily confess, and passively admitting mistakes is always suspected of denying them.Generally speaking, he had been in and out of the police station too many times before, and he had a lot of criminal records. Even if he raised a different view on the case, the police officers had hastily judged it as sophistry, and even used his previous "crime" to enter the police station as an issue...

What kind of lolicon, what kind of lolita, can make him obsessed only with elegant, beautiful, contradictory and mysterious women, just like the cute and cute Alice who can easily smash him into the wall with a single swing, or Like Mrs.She can't stab someone with a knife, she can't make thirty adjectives without repetition, she's not a young girl, she's not interested in stupid kids.

——This is already a perverted speech, Mr. Mori!

"The testimony recorded by the police station is not good for Chuya-kun and Dazai-kun, so I will argue with the police officer. Not to mention Chuya-kun, how can Dazai-kun look like he can break a human leg?" Mori Ogai picked up the ingredients Slowly put it into the boiling pot, and the black-haired boy beside him opened his eyes wide and posed in the pose of "I'm so weak" at the same time, Rimbaud nodded honestly: "Yes, Dazai-kun is not good at fighting with people at first sight .”

Unlike Chuya beside her, she only needs to worry about others when she is released.

Who cares, I'd rather bring my son to visit the injured and bow my head to apologize to others than to be hammered to the point where I can't get up.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his hand in pain and rubbed his forehead, but he didn't have the nerve to say - the black-haired boy who suddenly appeared, his skills are not good, but he is bad!But it's bad, it's bad, it's so bad that if you sell it to someone else, you will trick someone into counting the money for selling yourself and handing it to him personally.

You can't stop it, and you can't accept it.

It's better to give people a happy time!

At this moment, three members of a family of four have the same brain wave frequency, and they all think the same thing: Madam/eldest sister/mother is too honest, she believes what others say, and feels easy to be deceived!

Professor Lan Bo didn't realize that his own image had undergone a major change. He watched the beef in the pot roll up and down and gradually matured, so he scooped them up and put them on the middle plate. The eyes that people couldn't ignore, she had no choice but to change the serving chopsticks and give Dazai two shelled shrimp tails that floated and sank.

Silently comforted the two boys, she picked up a piece of shiitake mushrooms for herself and continued to ask Mori Ogai: "It's normal to raise objections to the testimony, what is a 'verbal attack'?" She glanced at the two boys beside her, In the end, he swallowed back the question of "Why did the police insinuate that you might have some kind of bad influence on Alice".

Just...to protect the innocent world of the children...?

"That..." Mr. Sen scratched his head and smiled shyly: "I just asked the police officer who was in charge of the case at the beginning and told him that there was something strange about this matter. The police officer has a bad temper and is a little impulsive. , I flipped the table in a fit of anger. I just dropped my mobile phone...the screen lit up, that...I took a photo of you and Alice, Madam, and saved it in the mobile phone...Now there are more and more patients who are messing around , No matter how I explain, I refuse to listen to it, and when something goes wrong, I turn around and blame the doctor. I have encountered several times recently, and when I am tired of explaining, I can only look at the photos of you and Alice to calm myself down and face idiots..."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't comment on patients like this in front of children, although these are the facts." He added without any apology at all.

"Take it out! Mobile phone." His white hand stretched out in front of his fingers, and Mr. Mori offered the mobile phone with his hearty hands. His light pink fingertips with healthy luster pressed the buttons a few times, and Rimbaud flipped through the phone. The tips of her ears slowly turned red, and she threw her phone back with her hands - this guy took a picture of her napping, fortunately she didn't drool or grind her teeth when she slept!

"Don't let others see it!" she added, and the topic was skipped like this.

He smiled and lowered his head to install the phone.The information that was cut out to avoid Rimbaud's sight is the personal information of several young leaders of the one-color gang. Although he is not proficient in electronic technology and has no high-tech bonus, Mr. Mori has his own traditional method that cannot be copied to get the information he wants to know. .

They are all youngsters who have never been beaten by society (Mafia), and they need mature and responsible adults to tell them how to go about their lives.

Mr. Sen's explanation came to an end, he let out a breath secretly, and finally fooled it...Although I was worried that Madam's character of easily trusting others would be deceived, but...but...the one who deceives is herself, then there is no problem, she It can be simpler!

Rimbaud no longer had any questions, and turned to stare at the two teenagers eating.One focuses on spicy hot pot and beef, and the other focuses on clear soup and seafood, and they are quiet now.She looked at it for a while, and then suddenly said, "Dazai, you...are you from the north of Kanto? Aomori, or Hokkaido?"

The details of diet and habits are very similar to those of the Tsugaru locals. In addition, this child likes to eat crabs. No matter how he looks, he looks like a local from Aomori who just left not long ago.From his proficiency in peeling crab legs, it can be deduced that this kid's family is not short of money. As long as he doesn't make a fool of himself and sits upright, the traces of family upbringing and training will be revealed in his body and posture.

The professional habits of the spy made her unable to bear to analyze——

He should be the youngest son of a prominent local family in Aomori Prefecture. He lost his mother when he was young and lacked a sense of security...why not the eldest son?Who can lose their eldest son for so long and still not get back!

The black-haired boy who gnawed on a crab leg like a hamster was stunned, and half of the crab leg in his hand fell into the bowl with a "slap", his kite eyes were quickly flooded with tears that came as soon as he said it: "I don't want to go back! They hit me , And, still do weird things to me!"

"..." I didn't say anything, why did you react so strongly?

However, the abused cub... She remembered the strange talk about Tsugaru that she had heard by chance while traveling, sighed and raised her hand and ordered an apple and a honeydew melon as an after-dinner fruit.

Even Zhong also looked at the unlucky guy huddled in front with quite sympathetic eyes: "You..."

"Mr. Mori is the one who made the decision to adopt you. As long as he allows, the door of my house will always be open to you." Professor Lan Bo scooped up a spoonful of crab meatballs for him, then turned around and added a few more for Zhong Ye, with a calm tone shock.

The boy who got the promise nodded his head like a crying bag with tears in his eyes, picked up the crab legs and continued to gnaw.

"This kid!" Mr. Sen shook his head and laughed, but he didn't break his interest in acting.

When I was young, I didn't have a few words of truth in my mouth. When I grow up, I'm afraid I can't even believe a single punctuation mark.This smart kid without empathy is a natural Mafia.

The family was eating and chatting in the booth by the window. Zhong Ye glanced out while waiting for the ingredients to ripen, and raised his elbow against Rimbaud. Who is the one who handed out the leaflets?"

Professor Lan Bo looked up: "Well, it's Mr. Aaron, who is very famous in the neighborhood next door."

Outside the store, the man wearing a panda doll skin and taking a photo with the children to attract business took off his headgear and sat on a flower bed by the side of the road to rest. It was getting dark and he was still wearing a pair of sunglasses. Through the light, he could see the fierce expression on this man’s face and the scar on the left eye.

Rimbaud knocked on the window glass to attract the other party's attention. The man turned his head to look over, and then walked over with an attitude of "I'll stab you to death" and walked over with an unrecognizable pace. Sister Professor, last time, you really took care of me, didn't you?"

This sentence, every word is fine, the problem is that the tone and expression of the other party are exactly the same as those of the gangsters demanding protection fees. The extended meaning of shouting that my brother will kill your family".

Zhong Ye sighed, raised his forehead and turned his face. Rimbaud narrowed his eyes: "It's just a small matter, no thanks."

Ogai Mori and Osamu Dazai silently put down their bowls at the same time—you really want to thank you...?This posture, no matter how you look at it, you will draw your sword in the next second!

Well, he really is.

In the next second, the burly man who was still wearing a panda doll skin outside the window knelt down on his knees and touched his forehead in a rather "extreme" standard posture: "Thank you, Miss Professor! Last time I got those high-end foreign goods (Baking spices) No one can understand the instructions, or you gave the brothers a hand, we XX will recognize you from top to bottom... There will be another batch of white/powder (baking flour) arriving next weekend, I implore you to give it to the brothers We have a chance!"

"Well, yes. Last chance, if you still can't remember those few words... choose between harakiri or Pacman (get shot)."

"Hi! Sister Professor! Got it! Thank you for your tolerance!" There was another thud when my forehead hit the floor, and I didn't know if the floor was okay.

Mr. Aaron stood up from the ground, turned his hand back into his arms and made a standard action of drawing a gun. Under the eyes of the family of four, he smiled grimly and took out...a pink furry hat with two pompoms on it, handmade Knitting a woolen hat: "Professor eldest sister, in exchange for this time, are you satisfied with the quality?"

Professor Rimbaud crossed his legs quite gracefully, raised his chin and squinted his eyes, and put the eldest sister's head in a full posture.She reached out through the window and picked up the "goods" offered by the other party and carefully "inspected": "Well, not bad," pulled the hat and looked at the light. The fine stitches did not leak air at all, and it was absolutely super warm to wear in winter. "Okay, just like this, I want four, when will they be delivered."

Mr. Mori's chopsticks are about to fall off, Madam's style of painting... seems a bit wrong?

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