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

"Ango Sakaguchi! Get the hell out of there and see what ghostly symbols you wrote!"

The professor slapped the red fountain pen on someone's homework, and the young gentleman finally remembered the classroom that was dominated by the professor's fear of "persuading everyone to quit".

"Yes! Professor! Come in now!" He turned the doorknob again and walked in with both hands and feet, standing straight in front of Rimbaud as he bowed his head to listen to the instructions.

The homework that was handed in not long ago had already been painted beyond recognition by the professor with a red pen. She was so angry that she slammed the table. Fortunately, the beech wood is fine and hard, otherwise it might have turned into a puddle of wood residue. : "There are sixteen cases in Latin, you fucking used half of them wrong for me, don't you understand the difference between Yin and Yang and personal pronouns?"

Ango Sakaguchi did not dare to say that he used the wrong style to teach her in class, even the old man hadn't taught it, it was purely self-study.It's good if he can write it out, but most of the students are still stuck on the first sentence at the beginning.

Professor Rimbaud, whose headache got worse the more he looked at it, rolled his eyes at the "nanny", and Oda Sakunosuke opened the door skillfully and shouted to the living room: "Chuya-kun, the professor invites you in."

The orange-haired boy let out an "oh", paused the game and walked into the study: "What's the matter?"

Rimbaud pointed to the bookshelf: "Go and take down that "Bible" and read the Gospel of Matthew to him." She pointed to Ango Sakaguchi again, and Nakahara couldn't help showing sympathy— —If you can’t learn anything, you must learn Latin, and if you can’t learn it, you must learn it from Rimbaud. This is a rush to find excitement!

Using supernatural powers, he floated up and easily took down the religious classics stuffed in the corner to eat ashes, flipped through the Gospel of Matthew, and read it with a heavy heart like going to a grave.

"Do you understand?" She glared at Ango Sakaguchi from above her glasses, then waved at Zhongya: "Give him the book."

Nakahara Chuya immediately walked lightly like a prisoner who had received an amnesty, and put the book that was thick enough to kill someone into Sakaguchi Ango's hand, and turned around and ran away seeing that there was nothing wrong with him.

Professor Rimbaud allowed him to escape, and raised his chin towards the two stools opposite to signal them to sit down: "Okay, let's discuss the next thing now."

"What 'next thing'...you mean...professor?"

Don't tell me it's true?

It seems that Sakaguchi Heigo's tone was very tight, and he did his job well to the last stop of his life. Even the only son, Sakaguchi Ango, didn't know who his contact person was.

"Well, it seems that you already know, my new liaison officer." She smiled and looked sideways at the student whose soul had left her body. This guy's reaction was even more interesting than his father's.

"They all said don't tell me it's true! Why do university professors still hold multiple jobs!" Young people have so many slots, and they vomit each slot one by one until tomorrow morning--the education of this country The system is hopeless.

Rimbaud put together the student homework in his hand, leaned back on the chair and looked at him with leisure: "Because I can."

"Anyway, Mr. Taneda is a good officer who thinks about his subordinates. I told him that if it wasn't for Kosakaguchi-san, I wouldn't need a new liaison officer. It's a pleasure working with you, Ango. And, about Your father's illness... I'm sorry."

Sitting in the study room, the elegant long-haired woman held up the monocle clipped on her right eye. She looked only suitable for sitting in a greenhouse where the seasons are like spring and enjoying life. The "killer" of the organization.

Probably, this is the ultimate "contrast".

No matter how strict Professor Rimbaud was in class, he was always right about things and not about people.So just looking at her delicate and beautiful face, even if she was reprimanded and couldn't lift her head, the students dared to play some midnight drama in their minds.

No one could imagine her holding a weapon, not even Ango Sakaguchi could have imagined it half an hour ago.

"Professor..." Ango Sakaguchi's eyes were blank, his mind went blank and he didn't know what to say.Rimbaud tilted his head and gave a short laugh: "Well, regarding the duties of the liaison officer, your superior will tell you what to do. As for me, I will pay attention to the part-time job so that you don't get out of hand."

"Remember, protect yourself and keep your secrets well, so you can live longer."

She stood up from the chair, as if to see off the guests, and then Oda Sakunosuke added as if half asleep: "Professor, have you decided on the PortMafia mission we communicated on the phone yesterday? "

Rimbaud looked up and recalled for a while, and suddenly realized: "Oh! If you don't tell me, I will forget it. Wait until after the New Year. If no one picks up after the New Year, come find me again."

"Okay, I heard that the military and police have recently organized a team of people with different abilities to target criminals with different abilities. The specific person in charge is another person who is also known as 'Double Blessing' with President Fukuzawa. Detailed information unknown."

"Mr. Taneda means that I would like to ask you to go to the Supernatural Secret Service Section to get to know each other when you have time, so as not to run into trouble in the mission in the future." Oda Sakunosuke always looked awake, Maybe it's because he's living too comfortably, his whole body is loose, and he looks like a slovenly writer from the outside.

Military police, police, public security, secret agents... The staff of these violent state agencies often accidentally kill their own people in dangerous work (such as the undercover agents in a certain winery).Especially for "wage earners" like Rimbaud, who are relatively lethal, they must be recognized in advance, otherwise they will be killed and buried.

It seems that the higher ups attach great importance to this newly organized military and police team, otherwise they wouldn't have protected it so carefully.Rimbaud nodded after listening: "Understood, no problem."

Seeing that the work handover and task report had been notified, Oda Sakunosuke wanted to leave, and the professor took Ango Sakaguchi's homework and stuffed it to him: "Go back and correct all your mistakes, and resubmit within 48 hours! "

The tone of gnashing of teeth is like saying "If you can't pay it, just kill it".

It wasn't until he walked out of the community where Professor Rimbaud lived with his books and homework in his arms that the young man sighed in an erratic tone: "I don't dare to skip class anymore and don't dare to fail to hand in my homework..."

Other professors will fail your subject at most, but Professor Rimbaud...can directly "dissuade" you from the stage of life.

"It's really not good to skip class, and it's not appropriate not to hand in homework. Thinking about it this way, it's good to be Professor Rimbaud's liaison officer." Oda Sakunosuke raised his hand and pressed his cheek, and began to count the benefits with his fingers: " It’s good to be successful in your studies and in your career.”

Ango Sakaguchi: "..." I suspect that you are mocking me, but I can't find any proof.

The two took the Shinkansen all the way back to Yokohama, and witnessed a gangster fight as soon as they stepped out of the station. There was a fight between GSS and PortMafia for some unknown reason, and there was a mess outside the station exit. The nimble Yokohama residents hid in various bunkers early to protect themselves, and those who were not very agile and lucky lay on the ground and lost their lives. precious life.

Oda Sakunosuke dragged Sakaguchi Ango through the hail of bullets and sent him to the door of his house, and he himself returned to the Armed Detective Agency to report.Not long after they left, the two Alphabet organizations that had a tie withdrew from the scene quickly, and the military and police only had time to catch up with the corpses.

"This is really bad." PortMafia's subordinate hospital has been full of people recently, and even the leader's personal doctor rushed over to help. Many people have received his "exquisite" care... so much that they would never dare to If you get injured, you might as well go straight to hell if you get shot.

Think about it, what a terrible experience it is for your doctor to feel deeply sorry that you are still alive, and to moan and touch the scalpel in front of you every now and then!

Dr. Sen removed the shrapnel embedded in the bone of the last wounded, and the unfortunate guy had passed out and was in pain.

"Pain is a good thing, it proves that you are still alive." He smiled and wrapped the bandages tightly on the wounded, not realizing at all that they were trembling with fright: "Appropriate pain will also make you remember the lesson in your mind, So as not to make a mistake again."

The wounded did not dare to argue with him, and even if they wanted to express their dissatisfaction, they kept a noble silence under the sharp scalpel.

——We all understand the truth, but doctor, at least give me some anesthetic!

This year, Yokohama has hardly been quiet. There are countless violent incidents on the streets every day, and it has become a complete mess.There are disappearances, accidental injuries, robberies, and smashings... The whole city quickly becomes depressed, and even during the day, the roads are empty and there are no people. It can be used as a scene for a disaster movie.

During this period of time, the internal staff of the Supernatural Secret Service Division has been adjusted and mobilized, and the temporary silence has caused all organizations in the world to raise their heads again, as if they have completely forgotten the organ trafficking group that was completely eradicated overnight two years ago.

People have a fluke mentality, and they have a mentality of following the crowd. For a while, demons danced wildly in Yokohama, from east to west, from north to south, and no one knew how long all this would last.

In such chaos, the new year is slowly approaching.Mr. Mori only went home one day before the big day, stayed up all night with Professor Rimbaud to listen to the bells of the temple, and then hurried back to Yokohama.

The time to do it is getting closer and closer, and the time he can leave PortMafia is getting less and less.I don't know if my wife will feel lonely staying in Tokyo alone with the child...

"Sen, what are you thinking?" The old chief leaned against the head of the bed with a pillow on his face, and his face was sick. The soba noodles he ate for the New Year made his cough worse, and it has not been relieved until now.The noodle cook's blood had dried on the steps outside the building, together with his wife and a child under ten.

Even within PortMafia, there are many voices that disagree with this, but everyone is afraid to speak out because of the tyranny of the leader.

The replacement of the old and new forces is imminent, and even the leader himself is increasingly anxious, and he always wants to find troubles with his subordinates as psychological comfort.

Mori Ogai maintained a humble and decent smile like every day in the past: "I'm thinking about my wife, Chief. I don't know if she is still angry because I can't spend the New Year with her."

In fact, it was just an excuse. In previous years, he didn't spend much time with his family during the New Year, and Miss Rimbaud didn't want his company either. In other words, she lived more comfortably without him at home.

The old leader laughed after hearing this: "It's okay, I'll send someone to invite her here for you. I heard that your wife is very beautiful, why don't you put it in PortMafia, and someone will help you keep an eye on her."

Just staring, if anything else will happen, then no one can tell.

The author has something to say: just finished coding, release it first, and repair it after waking up.Today's update at [-] o'clock is too late, I don't have a word...don't wait.

Fix a typo.