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

"Huh? Huh huh?"

Three hours later, he was standing outside the gate of the Mihua Town Civil Affairs Office with a face full of bewilderment. Miss Lanbo stepped on the steps with her hands in her pockets and raised her eyebrows: "Any questions?"

"Ah... no... that..."

He felt that something was not quite right.

Compared with the description of Miss Rimbaud's personality in the information, is there something different?

"Huh? If you have any questions, ask them clearly now. After you sign, you can't go back on your word."

The long-haired lady laughed aggressively. In the eyes of passers-by, the two of them seemed to be in an idol drama with a wrong script, which made them whisper to each other.

Forget it, we have come here, if he regrets and returns to Yokohama, he will probably be hammered to death by Natsume-sensei with a cane.

Although recently I have spent some time thinking about how to deceive Miss Rimbaud into the household registration, but when I really got to this point, there was an indescribable confusion out of thin air-before Mori Ogai had never thought about himself. There is still a day in this life to get married.

"No, I mean, I have no problem, I'm still a little dazed after being hit by luck~"

The man's expression suddenly became gentle, which was probably the closest to his true emotions: "I will cherish you, Miss Rimbaud."

Hehe, you'd better do what you say.

Rimbaud lowered his head slightly, raised his hand to pin his long hair behind his ears, and smiled softly: "I will rely on your care from now on..."

It doesn't matter if you can't take care of it, as long as you buy life accident insurance.

So the two walked into the civil affairs hall side by side. Mr. Sen opened the door very attentively, moved a stool and handed a fountain pen. An hour later, each of them came out with a small notebook, looking very happy.

It is indeed something to be happy about successfully getting out of the single.

"I wanted to invite you to dinner..."

Now that the person has been cheated, Mori Ogai wants to go back to Yokohama and focus on his career of sneaking into PortMafia.Married to a beauty like Miss Rimbaud, how could she not have a display stand worthy of her diamond-like beauty?

He smiled apologetically, and almost knelt on the ground holding Rimbaud's hand and swore, "It's a pity that I can't just leave the clinic alone. You really don't want to take the clinic with you." Will Ya-kun go to Yokohama with me?"

Of course Rimbaud didn't want to, Yokohama was in such a mess, would he be dragged to work overtime every day by the Supernatural Secret Service?don't go!

After getting the answer he wanted, Mr. Sen was very satisfied with helplessness on his face: "Then we can only wait for the next time, I will try to spare some time to accompany you, um, honeymoon... Do you want to travel somewhere? Bring Alice sauce He Zhongye-kun?"

In fact, there is no plan for this matter at all, and it is not the season when the holiday is approaching. As a university professor, Ms. Rimbaud simply cannot ask for leave.But the attitude that should be done is still to be full - it's not that I don't travel with my wife, it's my wife who doesn't have a vacation, how can I blame me?I have no way!

Rimbaud didn't dare to go out with him on a trip, the commission from the Supernatural Secret Service Division would appear at an unknown time, and the irregular convulsions of the [Color Painting Collection] were not resolved, in case something went wrong during the trip... Haha.

Miss Rimbaud, who still didn't want to be a widow today, said gently that her career was more important, she simply pulled her hand from under Mori Ogai's claws and waved her goodbye to him.

"I didn't drive today, so I can't take you to the station...See you next weekend? If I'm too busy, I can take Chuya to see you."

Rimbaud already understood that this person did not want to move from Yokohama, nor did he want to be overly interfered in his life by others.Talking nicely is just a way to shirk responsibility... Of course, she is also quite proficient in the technique of throwing blame.

Sure enough, Mori Ogai smiled more gently, and then resolutely rejected her proposal: "It's better for me to come over, how can I make my wife tired!"

"Alright, call me in advance and drive to pick you up."

"Okay, so... see you next weekend?"

"See you next weekend."

Waving goodbye to his freshly baked "husband" and watching him disappear far away, Rimbaud stuffed the small book in his hand into the subspace at will, and turned his head to call his adoptive father Baudelaire to announce the good news.The old man was as happy as a child, and repeatedly told her to take care of herself: "Jeanna, my lovely little girl, someone will take care of you for me at last, so live a good life."

"Don't worry, father, you have to recuperate obediently, and I will bring you back to see you in the future." She showed a sincere smile, which was completely different from the previous perfunctory and pretended gentle expressions, and her whole person became lively stand up.

Hearing her voice, Baudelaire was more energetic and naturally happier, but he still deliberately said a few words of distaste: "I know, I know, it's long-winded. I'll let them look at buying a villa in a sanatorium area for a few days." God, don't worry about it."

Rimbaud shook his head helplessly when the phone rang to hang up.No matter how wise you are when you are young, you are no different from a child when you are old... Let's go home and rest.

Since he came back from Hakone temporarily, after sending the students back to school, Rimbaud simply answered a few questions and was put on a "long vacation with pay".

She doesn't take the school's ambiguous attitude that doesn't hurt at all - the route of the school trip is arranged by the school, and the personnel are arranged by the department. If there is an accident caused by force majeure on the way, can the leader be blamed? Professor?

Anyway, the salary is quite high, who wants to work hard when they can rest!

She squeezed into the subway, mingled with a group of tired office workers and took the opportunity to hide in the warp.Originally, I wanted to be lazy and go home directly, but after I came out... I found that the place didn't seem right.

Surrounded by a dense forest, the greenery near the community where her house is located is good, but not so good.The trees seem to be dense and lush without being trampled by humans, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of humus, which feels soft to the touch, and there are rustling sounds that appear and disappear with the footsteps during movement.

Rimbaud is quite used to this kind of sudden loss. In the magical land of Neon, the gates to different worlds are almost everywhere.

As long as you find the anchor point, you can go back soon. Rimbaud, who is familiar with the routine, is not in a hurry.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, he held a black army thorn with triangular grooves in his palm.She gently put the hand clasped on the weapon behind her back, and with the other hand, she pushed aside the branches and leaves of the bushes in front of her like a harmless pedestrian.

The forest was much denser than anything she had seen in Hakone, and there were places where sunlight could not penetrate even in daylight.Something seemed to be hiding in the depths of the deep, dark shadows.

Rimbaud clenched his weapon and slowed down on his feet, wary of invisible dangers.

Something is hiding in the shadows and peeping.

She moved slowly along the terrain towards the low-lying place, and along the way, she didn't even see a titmouse—this is not normal, no one is not surprised in the dense forest, and it is strange that there are no birds.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the pale golden subspace suddenly appeared. Rimbaud looked at each other across the radiant space wall and a giant meat mountain covered in hands.

This very restrained style... quite hit the San value, so the light golden cube in Rimbaud's hand shot out and offered the other party a fat-reducing package.

Then, the square hole on the meat mountain gradually recovered amidst the wailing and cursing of the master, and she only vaguely heard the phrase "thin blood..."

I heard it, but I didn't understand it. It probably means rare species.

"Interesting, aren't you afraid of being hurt?"

It just so happens that she doesn't like to fight close combat with people, and she is even more reluctant to approach such an ugly monster that breaks through the bottom line - for fear of dirtying her weapon.

Several warp bombs roared towards it, and the monster failed to stop it with its hands. Several transparent holes were added to its huge body again. Roshan collapsed in a certain direction, and the excessive number of hands on the ground saved its last face.Rimbaud just jumped back a certain distance to avoid the opponent's suddenly lengthened arm.

Although there is a subspace wall for protection, it is too much to stick such a disgusting thing in front of him.

"Delicious taste..."

The prey is not only slippery but also prickly, completely different from those immature little guys I have seen in the past. If it is a normal person, he would have given up and looked for a better target. However, this huge monster not only did not retreat , but more excited.

Rimbaud frowned, this thing eats people?It's so unfriendly...

She jumped back again to extend the distance even further, and several subspace bombs merged into one and flew out, smashing half of the monster's body into a pulp.Between the flying flesh and blood, the pieces of flesh and nerve tubes could be seen moving towards the same place.

It seems that physical means cannot destroy this monster, but Rimbaud is French and not British, unlike her simple neighbors in neighboring countries who still firmly believe in magic in the world, so naturally they know nothing about methods other than physics.Seeing that the huge monster is constantly healing and chasing after it—since there is no way to decompose it, it can only be another way of thinking.

The larger subspace was thrown out, this time not for the purpose of killing, but for confinement.The monster covered in hands was imprisoned in a light golden independent space and could not break through. Rimbaud thought about it, and finally decided to drag it to a clearing in the forest and set it on fire.

Magic is definitely not possible, and it is impossible to do it in this life. We can only try chemical methods. I don’t know if this kind of science that has something to do with magic can be useful.

Along the way, the monsters either howled or insulted, or muttered in a dazed way, "It smells so delicious... I want to eat..." and other strange talks, but no matter how much it smashed and tore, it couldn't break the barrier of the subspace.Rimbaud's disinterested and irrational wondrous species of nonsense, manipulating the warp quickly finds a niche.

She found a large open space on the hillside of this small hill, and visually estimated that setting fire would not easily ignite the dense forest. The struggling monster is thrown in.Rimbaud returned his hand and took out a barrel of gasoline from the main space, threw a shot through the top of the monster's head, and the deflagration fireball fell from the sky with nowhere to escape.

Rimbaud leaned against a big tree not far away, lit a cigarette and waited for the result.

Killing without making up the knife is like a joke, and there are many lessons learned in the circle.Although she has now washed her hands and went ashore to become a good person, her good professional habits still cannot be forgotten.

The fire has not been extinguished for an hour, and the howl of the monster has not disappeared. The skin and flesh are constantly being regenerated while being swallowed by the flames. It is impossible to tell whether the flame burning is more painful or the rapid cell division is more painful.

It howled so miserably that it scattered several black crows in the sky far away.

If the brain can still think normally, I don't know if it will regret having such an immortal physique.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

signed marriage

just can't regret

Mori sensei

One day

will understand this

A small problem with [color painting collection], this time I will be able to go home soon.

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