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

President's Office.

"This is a satellite map of Yokohama City." Fukuzawa Yukichi understands what information his former colleagues need. As a senior, he respects those who are still struggling in the "cleaning" position.Among them, Professor Rimbaud, who is the most respected, is sitting across the desk, staring at the map and looking carefully at every corner of the streets and alleys, so as to generate a realistic three-dimensional city model in his brain.

This is the first step in utilizing the auxiliary ability of [Colorful Painting Collection] to the extreme.Everyone is afraid of the elusive drunken boat, and behind this fear is the tenacious efforts of people with supernatural powers.

She sat there and looked at her without moving for several hours. The hot tea in her hand gradually cooled, and finally it was as cold as ice water after the first snow melted.

"I see." Rimbaud didn't look away from the map until night fell. The cadres of PortMafia may appear in any corner of Yokohama, and she will not give up any place worthy of attention.

It is said that adults do not need options, so she did not limit the task to five or one person—of course, all six people are required, and multiple people have multiple salaries.This time I moved from Tokyo and got so many people to take care of me, I had to find a way to raise everyone's salary together.

Fukuzawa Yukichi seemed to be aware of her thoughts, raised his hand and pressed on the map to stop the young lady who was about to leave with a backpack on her back: "PortMafia is different from other organizations, you... Be careful, there is no need to pursue perfection so much .”

"The detective agency can get the commission for this mission, right." She smiled and compared two fingers on her head: "Senior needs every commission to support the operation of the detective agency, don't worry."

"Goodbye~Senior~"

The pink pom-pom was hanging from the backpack, hopping and following her and disappearing through the door.

Miss Rimbaud didn't realize it at all, she tore another lollipop, put it in her mouth, and threw out a lollipop without looking at it.Luanbu, lying under the window basking in the sun, raised his hand just in time to catch the "hush money" from the sky: "If you need a divorce lawyer, I can introduce you to one."

She walked so fast that she didn't hear the sentence clearly when she got into the elevator.Shrugging his shoulders in disorder, stuffing the lollipop into his mouth, he lay down on the other side and continued to bask in the sun.

Hmph, the famous detective Luanpo knows everything, but the famous detective Luanpo doesn't say anything.

This brand of candy tastes good no matter what kind, if Miss Rimbaud can bring him an extra box, even the fact that she wants to cheat is not impossible for him to keep it a secret for her.Really, the vision is too bad, even if he cheats on him, he doesn't choose the president, how can his president be inferior to the sick man she is paying attention to now!

The black-haired young man snorted and flipped the lollipop to the other side of his cheek.

The clerks who listened to the gossip with their ears upright groaned softly and lay down on the table—damn it, the rare pure and beautiful girl is already a man and wife, don't social animals have the right to pursue beautiful women!

……

It was dark when Rimbaud left the Armed Detective Agency, and she rented a sightseeing bicycle.Under the economic depression, there are such silly foreign tourists. The boss was so moved that he gave her a [-]% discount and gave her some travel guides.She looked down at the whole book of tips in her hand, patiently opened it and flipped through it, then closed it with a smile and returned it to the car rental owner: "Thanks, let's rent it for a day, and send the car back by this time tomorrow."

The deposit was frighteningly high, and the boss didn't worry about her at all, just rode the car away, and waved the young guest away.Rimbaud stomped hard, and the bicycle "swished" out, bringing up a gust of wind and knocking half of the boss's feathers off.

"Young people are really full of energy." He shook his head, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, which had been drawn out of the nasolabial folds due to the bleak business recently.As long as one guest shows up, there are likely to be more guests, and as long as we get through this difficult time, everything will be fine.

Professor Rimbaud, an "energetic" young man, pedaled crookedly on his bicycle and walked around Yokohama in person. Whether it was the seaside or the mountains, he did not miss any place that could be marked on the map.After running for a whole day and night, after returning the car the next day, she booked a high-end foreign-funded hotel closest to the port to live in.

After sleeping until the third morning, she picked up the phone and saw not only the missed calls from the contact officer Ango Sakaguchi, but also Mr. Fukuzawa, Professor Sato, the moving company... She even saw the calls of Mr. Mori and Yato.

what's the situation?You all do things on the same day?

After thinking about it, she chose to call Yato first, but she couldn't get in touch there.I don't know where he went, and the past three or four calls only got a prompt that "the number you are contacting cannot be connected".Rimbaud could only choose to send a message to the farming chief, and ask him to ask Yato's liaison officer, Iki Hiyori.

After all, she was the newcomer introduced to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and Rimbaud was also jointly and severally responsible for what happened to Yato.

After sending the information, she chose to contact Professor Sato.The old professor repeatedly explained on the phone that she must take good care of herself in other places, and then passed on the greetings of other colleagues-everyone thought she was a high-spirited and bright-hearted person who took the initiative to go to "remote areas" to endure hardships for the old professors, so they were very special. gratitude.

——No matter what, Yokohama is not as good as Tokyo, and it is so chaotic and dangerous. Can the gentle and "sick" Professor Rimbaud really live well there?

After finally fooling the old professor, she told President Fukuzawa where she was going at the moment, and then had a show with Mr. Mori before finally contacting her liaison officer: "This is Rimbaud, we will start to act in 72 hours. "

Ango Sakaguchi quickly deployed various departments that needed this information to start operations. Starting from the afternoon of this day, "gas safety warnings" appeared in several places in Yokohama City.Unknown civilians were evacuated, at least to ensure that they would not be involved in PortMafia's subsequent stormy retaliation.

Now among the five cadres who are the target of Rimbaud's mission, except for one woman who is too young and lacks sufficient information, she is put at the end. The habitual routes of the remaining four have been conveyed by Ango Sakaguchi in time.After repeatedly confirming the target, time, and location, she took out the TAC-50 that Chuya had been playing with for a while.

The weapon wrapped in oiled paper was in good condition. Rimbaud turned on the headset when he arrived at the predetermined location, and assembled the gun under the cover of the ventilator of the high-rise building.Non-shedding chemical fiber fabrics were laid on the floor to block body information from being left on the ground. She lay on the roof of the building in early spring and waited for two hours without moving a muscle.

The first target must be the one with the most appeal, only in this way can effective deterrence be achieved.A frightened enemy is much easier to deal with than a calm and rational one.Rimbaud deliberately placed the leader of PortMafia at the end of the kill list, except for the new female cadre whose appearance and name were unknown.

Although it's a bit of a bad taste, this method of gradually destroying the enemy's will really makes everyone feel dark in their hearts.

This old bastard has done too much evil, a little bit of revenge is not too much.

The weather was really cold. After waiting for two hours, she only waited for the light snow in early spring to fall from the sky.

Fortunately, there was no wind.

Another hour later, a reminder sounded from the headset, and the target moved.

The current captain of the PortMafia guerrilla team is said to be a strong candidate for the next leader, and Rimbaud decided to use this Yamada as his target.

"The convoy has already set off from Yamada's residence, and will pass the scheduled location in half an hour." Ango Sakaguchi reported everything in detail. Rimbaud thought he was annoyed and immediately replied: "Shut up, I'm so noisy!"

The headset was immediately quiet as a chicken, and there was no sound except for reporting the location every 10 minutes.

Ango Sakaguchi: I am too difficult!

She lay on the abandoned high-rise building and stared at the predetermined location through other equipment, which was more than three kilometers away from here.It is difficult to guarantee the accuracy of killing in the city... However, Rimbaud was the one who did it himself this time.

Physical training has made her more precise in controlling her limbs.

The monitoring indicated that the target appeared within her attack range. Rimbaud turned on the scope and quickly calibrated the target. She focused on chasing the target for a short distance and then pulled the trigger decisively.

The next second, the roof of the abandoned building was empty again.

When a cadre is assassinated and killed in the street, it is tantamount to slapping PortMafia hard on the face, and if one slap is not loud enough, he will slap again.The leader was furious because of this, and all the people who could still move were sent out by him to track down the murderer... At this moment, Rimbaud was already lying on the big bed in the hotel, shivering with a quilt, drinking red wine and warming himself by the fire.

PortMafia is like a hornet's nest that has been stabbed severely by someone. From the top to the bottom, from the top to the bottom, the bombing camp rushed out of the old nest and searched everywhere.

In the end, it was the cadres who were best at assassination who determined the place where the killer was ambushing - the top floor of an abandoned building [-] kilometers away from the scene of Yamada's death.Because of the abandonment, it was labeled as "dangerous" by the government not long ago, and even the homeless people who lived in it were driven away.

The reason for determining this place is that there is only this line without any obstacles in the straight-line distance, and today's technological firearms cannot support a longer killing distance.

"Doctor, what did you find?"

After confirming the location where the enemy had ambushed, a new group of members flocked to look for clues. Dr. Sen led the team like a little leader to search carefully for the small roof.

No.

No footprints, no fingerprints, no shell casings, no scraps of textiles, the opponent was fairly good at concealment, nothing that could identify him.

"An illusion?" Standing by the ventilator, Mori Ogai seemed to smell the faint scent of wisteria flowers, which was somewhat similar to the perfume smell on his wife.

He subconsciously made a call, and was quickly answered: "Moxi? Are you coming to Tokyo to pick me up for Yokohama?"

Madam's gentle voice came out of the receiver, and the red and white song party being played back on the TV could still be heard.

"I'm sorry, I..." He subconsciously apologized, and she snorted softly: "Forget it. The things have been packed, and the school has arranged a house. I called 123 to come and move it. Next week, Hezhong will also take the Shinkansen In the past, without you."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone, and he could almost imagine his wife's angry look.

It seems that she is overthinking, she is not in Yokohama.Mori Ogai opened the location and glanced, the red dot representing his wife was really staying at home in Tokyo obediently.

It's definitely not related to her, but the smell of the perfume is similar... Could it be that the killer is not 'he', but 'her'?

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