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

"Why are you still awake?"

From yesterday's dinner time to today's dinner time, Professor Rimbaud occupied the sofa in the office of the chief of PortMafia and slept soundly with the quilt rolled up. He slept so hard that he didn't know what time it was. .

The instigator, Dazai Osamu, had already woken up in the afternoon, and there was no adverse effect except for the loss of the memory of the last three days, but Rimbaud still didn't make any movement.He was given the guerrillas of the Fighting Faction to him, and the black-haired boy was kicked out of his warm and comfortable lair by his elders. Amidst boredom, he randomly found a piece of clear water and jumped into it to commit suicide, happy and happy .

A group of big men in black didn’t pay attention when they saw their boss crossing the bridge with a chic “plop” and splashed a large amount of water, exclaiming and screaming everywhere, and spent half the night revolving around “how to fish Mr. Dazai out of the middle of the river” consumed.

As for the follow-up, of course Osamu Dazai had nothing to do, and the team members who went into the water to fish for people caught several colds.In addition to feeling the suppression of IQ, the members of the guerrillas suddenly felt that their vitality was also despised by the newly appointed young boss...

The change in the chief's office occurred near midnight.

Mori Ogai, who was sitting by the side monitoring Rimbaud's vital signs, first noticed that her body temperature had risen sharply, and then Miss Professor quickly returned from the state of a young girl to a 25-year-old appearance at an unimaginable speed.

After the influence of the supernatural ability was removed, her body temperature also gradually dropped until it returned to the normal range.

"what a pity……"

Mr. Mori smacked his lips, not knowing what he regretted.Fingers picked up a lock of long black hair with natural curls and slowly tied it tightly, but finally resisted the method of stimulating her to wake up with pain and did not implement it - mainly because she was afraid of being beaten.

The madam doesn't have the little habit of getting up angry, but what if?

At this moment in the dead of night, there is not even a guard who goes out to help call the first aid, Mr. Mori does not want to learn Miss Zuizhou's skills.

After sleeping for a day and a night, I couldn't lie down even if I could sleep again.Rimbaud didn't have a health problem, he was forced to shut down and sleep for [-] hours, and then got up from the sofa with his arms propped up.Her eyes were foggy, and the young girl's nightgown was taken off by the owner boldly and thrown on the floor because the size was too small.Mr. Sen only had time to grab the thin quilt to wrap his wife around, and the next second, the arm that fixed the quilt was cut behind his back, and he was pressed by her knees on the spine, making him unable to move.

I knew it……

"Quies-tu (Who are you?)"

Mr Sen still hasn't found time to learn French, but knows that Rimbaud can use German.In order not to lose an arm, he reluctantly opened his other hand and answered her in German: "Ma'am, I am your doctor..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Mori Ogai immediately discovered a new problem - when Dazai woke up, he was found to have lost the memory of the last three days, and the same happened to his wife.It's just that she seems to have lost a lot of memories—otherwise she wouldn't suddenly use French.

Rimbaud didn't ask him why he was so sick that the doctor was so nervous that he wrapped the patient in a quilt that was almost dead. Anyway, neither the Paris Commune nor the European Espionage Agency hired Asian doctors.

This man is lying.

The strength of the muscle reflection feeds back the degree of exercise the body has endured, and Rimbaud found that the "prey" under his hand did not pose a threat to her based on simple judgment.

She let go of the pressure and threw the man off the sofa, and sat down elegantly wrapped in the quilt.The long-haired woman propped her chin with one hand, the brown light moved slowly under the lowered eyelashes, and the moonlight poured down on her body, adding a layer of white milky tulle, as if she was wearing a luxurious robe and sitting on the zenith throne.

"what do you want?"

The surrounding environment is obviously not her residence in Paris, and the other party took a lot of trouble to transfer her here, it is impossible not to have a different purpose.There was no abnormality in her body, and there were no signs of being used anesthetics or muscle relaxants. She took off her clothes by herself, although she looked too small... Could it be that she encountered some pervert again?

How courageous!

A Frenchman and a Japanese were staying in a building in Yokohama and communicating in German. If it weren't for the murderous look and unconcealable smell of blood from his wife, Mori Ogai would have laughed out loud.

"You have a problem with your memory. I am the doctor who is secretly in charge of the treatment. Mr. Baudelaire doesn't trust people outside, and your situation is not suitable for 'family members' to know..."

He continued to weave lies calmly: "This is the Far East region. It is not suitable for you to contact the outside world until your memory returns to normal, so as to avoid mistakes."

"It was Mr. Baudelaire's intention to send you here overnight. You don't believe in your father's judgment, do you?"

Only then did the long-haired woman raise her eyes and look at him. Those eyes were burning with flames and madness, which were completely different from the calm water eyes many years later.

"..." Mori Ogai immediately shut up. The person in front of him was not Professor Rimbaud who was overwhelmed by the students, but Miss Rimbaud, a "noble lady" whom he didn't know or was familiar with a long time ago.

She yawned, covered her chin slightly, and then put it on the armrest: "Go and get me a dress." After saying that, Rimbaud turned his wrist and raised his fingers to look in front of his eyes. He paused insignificantly, Putting down his hand, his tone was a little more gentle: "I'm hungry, mixed fish soup and coffee panna cotta."

The state of the body is not right, it is a trace of natural growth, but she is sure that she has not been full for a long time.Just received an order from above last week and is preparing for a new mission-coincidentally, this mission is to infiltrate into the Far East island country to destroy the secret military laboratory located there, and destroy all illegal experimental bodies in it.

Logically speaking, if she was injured during the mission and lost a piece of memory, shouldn't the person she should see when she opens her eyes be her partner and lover Verlaine?

Where did he go...

The black-haired Asian doctor in front of him... is trustworthy?

The footsteps outside the office gradually approached, followed by a low knock on the door, followed by the sound of textiles falling to the ground in plastic bags.When the footsteps moved away again, Mr. Mori went out and personally took the clothes temporarily borrowed from Ozaki Koyo and handed them to Rimbaud.

Miss Hongye's height is almost the same as Miss Rimbaud's, so she can only trouble her temporarily when things need to be kept secret.

This bag has everything from casual yukatas to light kimonos.Rimbaud, who was fully prepared for the new mission, knew how to wear this kind of clothing. He threw down the quilt and took out the clothes without any scruples. He walked to the cloakroom mirror without any shame and wrapped himself in the cloth one by one.

Mr. Mori, who was unable to help (taking advantage of the opportunity), sighed bitterly. The sexual tension radiating from his wife's body was like a poison that induced people to sink, and he still couldn't refuse the temptation knowing the ending.

Miss Rimbaud, who belongs to the night, is dangerous and deadly. The slight trembling of her eyelashes leads to my heartbeat, like a banshee living in the depths of a swamp, making people willing to sleep at her feet forever.

Another half hour later, all the fish soup and coffee panna cotta she had asked for arrived, along with a basket of bread and a vegetable.Mademoiselle Rimbaud's mood gradually improved after eating dessert, and the fish soup was left aside as she liked, but bread and vegetables were used a lot.

"Tell me, have you found out the cause of the amnesia?"

After filling his stomach, the ferocity index dropped by an order of magnitude. Rimbaud was finally sure and accepted the reality calmly, and believed the doctor's words by 60.00%.

It is impossible to believe [-]% that this matter itself is full of weirdness, if it is not confirmed that the age of the body has indeed changed, Rimbaud would have thrown the strange black-haired man out of the window long ago.

Mori Ogai sat far away at the other end of the long dining table, where he belonged to the hostess.The man's gentle expression was tinged with toughness: "At present, no drug ingredients that cause amnesia have been detected, and it seems to be a stress response to a huge stimulus. I want you to stay here obediently and not go anywhere!"

"This is not only out of responsibility for Mr. Baudelaire's entrustment, but also for your health."

Rimbaud raised his eyes in surprise to re-examine the man who dared to order him, and the other party's purple eyes did not budge.

For ferocious beasts, compared with surrender, only provocation can be put on the same level for dialogue.

The table knife flew toward you like a shooting star dragging a silver light, Mori Ogai didn't even move his eyebrows, let the "murder weapon" cut off his hair and nail it to the wall not far away.No matter how much she doubts, she will definitely save her life in the name of Baudelaire. After several trials, Mr. Sen, who decisively raised the banner of his father-in-law, is full of courage.

Sure enough, Ms. Rimbaud, who was full of displeasure, used the tableware in front of her to trace a standard human figure along Mr. Sen's background wall. From the beginning to the end, she only broke a few hairs to vent her anger. without.

"I'm glad we have reached a consensus, miss. Please allow me to leave for a while, you'd better stay here, and don't let me go to great lengths to get you back."

When she loses her temper and shuts herself up, hurry up and contact her father-in-law to make a confession, in case the wife finds out that something is wrong and calls back to verify, won't she reveal the truth all at once?

Then PortMafia had to get a new leader...

Mr. Sen hid from the chief's office, squeezed into the pantry at the end of the corridor pitifully, opened the mobile phone that slipped out of his wife's pocket, and looked for the contact information of his father-in-law - never expected that it was the first time he communicated with this respectable old man It turned out to be such a thing.

Baudelaire can also speak German, and the strange number displayed on his private phone surprised him for a long time. If it wasn’t for the note showing that the number was from Japan, he would have hung up the phone. The "breeder" that an old friend found for his daughter came to ask for help?

What's the matter with you boy! ?A well-raised girl by my father either shrinks or loses her memory when she marries, can it be better? !Do you want to do it?I don't want to do it and replace it!

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mori sensei

touch old waist

touch the top of the head again

on the verge of widowhood

Jump repeatedly

Congratulations Professor Rimbaud

Back to normal

In a few days

memory will come back

感谢在2020-01-3022:55:09~2020-01-3112:37:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Nether Orchid and An Jing 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：画船听雨49瓶；其叶蓁蓁38瓶；衣涧水30瓶；懒觉睡不够20瓶；幸运蘑菇10瓶；夜夜笙歌9瓶；每天都在等更新5瓶；233508864瓶；笼中鸟、鲁西1瓶；

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