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

In fact... Rimbaud almost forgot that he was married.

She had just planned every aspect of Yamamoto's death, which was full of the poet's magnificent imagination and incredible controllability. Before she could put it into practice, the school couldn't wait to put the fat man on vacation.Then, several old professors whom Rimbaud could not refuse came to visit her in turn to cheer her up and encourage her to face the turbulent waves of life bravely and not be afraid of human words...

Rimbaud: "..."

Do the co-authors feel that my life is not overwhelming enough?

The old professors expressed their high appreciation for her perseverance and bravery, and then announced the school's compensation and rewards for her.The promotion and salary increase promised by Professor Sato are all out of the question, she is full of sincerity, if she hangs up again, I am afraid she will really have to be promoted to the youngest postgraduate tutor... Rimbaud can only express that there is no problem in his panic. Just pack up and roll back to the podium for class.

As long as Professor Rimbaud nodded to indicate that the matter had turned the corner, the most difficult part of the matter for the school would be resolved peacefully. As for what will happen to Yamamoto in the future, it will depend on how the family power behind him exerts its strength.Anyway, no matter how much you toss about this person's future, it's not worth investing in him anymore.

At this moment, Mori Ogai's call came in.

At that time, Rimbaud was sorting out the lesson plans at home, and adjusted the assassination plan about Yamamoto by the way.The cell phone rang suddenly, and she raised her head and pinched the bridge of her nose before taking off her plain glasses and following the sound, she found a communication tool that appeared under the sofa for some reason and connected the call: "Hi, Rimbaud, who is it?"

The voice was cold and restrained.

PortMafia, who was in charge of monitoring Mori Ogai, looked at him with more sympathy.

Mr. Mori happily took up the topic unconsciously: "Honey, I came to see you from Yokohama!"

Rimbaud was shuddered by his disgusting cuteness, endured the disgust, and returned in the most gentle tone: "Really? I'm so happy~ I'll change my clothes and go to the station to pick you up now, and stand obediently. Wait for me in a conspicuous place, okay~"

Mr. Mori, who was also hiccupped by the nausea, handed over the phone and smiled brightly at the person who watched him: "Madam is young and playful, there is really nothing I can do about her."

Not knowing who to sympathize with, PortMafia can only keep smiling: as long as you're happy, really.

On the other side, Rimbaud hung up the phone and checked the items in the house one by one to make sure there was nothing suspicious.Then she grabbed a beige gauze dress from the closet and changed it in twos and twos, put on light makeup, took the keys and drove to the Shinkansen station.

Fortunately, it was still early, and there was still time to call Oda Sakunosuke and ask him to come from Yokohama early to pick up Nakaya after get off work.

Mr. Mori and his lovely colleagues did not wait long at the side of the station, when a family car with a simple appearance and good reputation stopped firmly in front of them.

The front side window was lowered slowly, and an exotic beauty with long black curly hair and picturesque eyes looked out with a smile: "Huh? Who is this?"

"Ah... well, this is, it's one of my patients. The clinic has found a kind investor, and now I have about two weeks of vacation to make adjustments... I don't have any other places to go, so I thought about it immediately Come to you as soon as possible."

Mr. Sen's face was full of affection, and Ms. Rimbaud was happy to cooperate. She turned her head to the stranger and nodded slightly: "Hello."

"You, hello!"

There is a lady who is so good at seeing this level, and Dr. Sen said that he didn't want to die because of this, and it suddenly became believable.

If it were him, he would be willing to die even if he could marry such a beauty!

Sen Ouwai opened the passenger door and sat beside Rimbaud, and the person who watched him sat in the back seat in a daze.The car was re-ignited, and it re-entered the motorway according to the test requirements as complete as a textbook, and arrived at Rimbaud's residence in Tokyo an hour later.

Hmmm... it looks a lot more respectable than Mr. Sen's little crappy clinic, surrounded by respectable ordinary neighbors.

"Please come in. Chuya hasn't finished school yet, and a boy who works odd jobs with me will take him home later. By the way," she found slippers for the guest and came out, straightened up and glanced at Mori Ogai, a I changed the question temporarily without stumbling: "Last time, I said that I had a vacation and went out for honeymoon. It's a coincidence that I just got promoted these few days, and it's almost the time of the final exam, so it's hard to get a vacation... "

What she originally wanted to ask was why she didn't see Alice, and she saw Mr. Sen's paler face than usual and a few marks on the side of his face that hadn't faded... Rimbaud suddenly realized that this person seemed to be in trouble and was quietly asking for help.

He's a doctor, manipulative and detail-oriented.

Nine out of ten doctors have cleanliness, and the remaining one is cleanliness plus obsessive-compulsive disorder - Mori Ogai is the remaining one.

Such a person, first of all, it is impossible for him to leave his "career" for two weeks without paying attention to it, and secondly, it is impossible to allow himself to go out in a stained shirt. Finally... As a lady who knows her own situation very well, Lan Miss Bo didn't believe that any man would be willing to appear in front of her with someone of the same sex, unless that person was gay.

Mr. Mori... his sexual orientation should not be male. Didn't he have a daughter Alice with his ex-wife?

From the beginning of the meeting at the station, he never introduced the name of the so-called "colleague" to his wife. Apart from the option of not wanting to live anymore, the more likely answer is that he himself does not know the name of this person.

a stranger

Temporary partner

Monitor

Danger

Then, he must have had to bring strangers by his side.Considering that this person has been in the black streets of Yokohama all year round... this situation seems not surprising at all.

Mori Ogai keenly grasped the problem of her temporary change, and his purple eyes became softer: "Madam, next time I will remember to discuss with you in advance. Please forgive me this time. In the battle of love, I still Just a recruit."

Hehe, I really believe your evil.

Where did your big daughter come from?Did it pop out of a rock or did you come out of mitosis yourself?

Rimbaud cursed inwardly, with an impeccable expression on his face.

Mr. Mori thought that she was trying to protect her husband by mistake. He felt that he should treat his smart wife better. He really didn't know if he could protect her and live well until the day she became the leader's wife.The only promise that can be made at this time is that in Mrs. Mori's name column, only Miss Rimbaud's name will always appear.

Of course, he didn't regret taking her existence information as collateral.

The money put in the bank as a guarantee is not your own money?What a joke, except for a little more risk of changing hands, its attributes have not changed in any way.

"Sorry, I'm not good at cooking, can I have curry rice?"

In the refrigerator, there is a large pot of curry stewed by Oda Sakunosuke yesterday, and a box of leftover rice.Put it out, arrange it in a shape, and heat it in the microwave oven. Mori Ogai, a trash man, is not worth the risk of redecorating her to cook.

Miss Lan Bo pursed her lips in her heart, deeply thinking that her self-cultivation was much higher than before.

Curry rice!

It’s much better than instant noodles. There are vegetables, meat, and staple food. Carrots and onions are healthy foods. Mr. Sen thinks he has nothing to criticize. Madam is so kind to me!

Dr. Sen's wife is so nice!

PortMafia, who was also served microwave curry rice, felt that she would be full even if she didn't eat, just looking at the face of the hostess. She never expected that the light bulb that appeared as an abrupt one would be treated well in the normal sense, just like Mr. Mori!

——That's because Mr. Mori's status is no different from yours.

While waiting, he was picked up by Oda Sakunosuke, and when he entered the door, he saw his stepfather Mori Ogai, who had been out of the oven for more than two months, sitting on the sofa and staring at his wife with a stupid expression.

"Mr. Sen."

The little boy came forward to say hello, and quickly ran up to the second floor with his nanny, refusing to come out.

The guest rooms at home are all ready-made, arranged for the two people who came suddenly from Yokohama. Rimbaud said that he had to go to work tomorrow and couldn't entertain guests, so the two of them could only travel to Tokyo by themselves.

Mori Ogai, who already knew the target of the attack, didn't want to drag her into this matter. It would be better if he could hide it from the past, so as to save extra effort to explain to his wife what was there and what was not.

Rimbaud: He doesn't need to know that much.

Mori Ogai: She doesn't need to know that much.

So everyone is happy.

The next day, Mr. Mori left Rimbaud's house with PortMafia, who was monitoring him. After seeing his wife, the other party subconsciously believed that the doctor was not lying, and he could continue with the next plan after gaining initial trust.

He just didn't lie on the issue of marriage, and he didn't guarantee honesty in other aspects.

Mori Ogai knew where a depressed person like Yamamoto would appear when he fell from a high place after a sudden change. He and his "colleagues" wandered the streets of Tokyo for a while, and after turning a few corners, they offered a waitress to chat with them In the "black tea shop" of the school, I found Yamamoto, the former teacher who was complaining with the strength of alcohol.

Well... only the hostess can hold back the nausea for the sake of the money and listen to him spit shit, because the woman has suffered a lot and the man with no skills, the only way he can think of to relieve his distress is to find a woman confide.

PortMafia, who was in charge of monitoring him, sat not far away and ordered a cup of black tea. Mr. Mori curled his lips in his heart and said "stingy", put his hands in his pockets and walked out at a good time, just in time for Yamamoto's short and thick arm to hit him .

"what!"

"oops!"

"Do you have fucking eyes!"

Yamamoto, who has nothing to do at home and finds someone to drink to relieve his worries, can't help being upset when he sees Mr. Mori's beautiful face-those women who only look at faces are getting shallower than the other, and he has a future and a family. What's wrong with a powerful man, talking to her a few more words is called harassment?She should really let her know what harassment is!

"Ah... sorry, I didn't notice that you were in a bad mood."

The young man in a white doctor's coat smiled innocently, and there was a strong smell of blood in the depths of his purple eyes.

At the same time, Professor Rimbaud, who was sitting in his living room after sorting out the lesson plans, picked up a box pendant that looked like an ornament and put it in his pocket. The light golden light gradually became dazzling.

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Extra

"Sorry, my child is sick, could you please give me some hot water and sugar? This is money."

A young foreign woman with long black hair walked into the convenience store where Sato was on duty.She looked very strange, the dripping blood on her hair stained the floor he had just cleaned, and there were wounds on her hands and face that she didn't know how to make, but the sleeping child on her back looked peaceful.

"How did you get hurt like this! Do you need to call the police? Do you need to make an emergency call for you?"

Sato, who had just been admitted to university and came out to work to earn living expenses, went around the counter and looked her up and down, and his eyes finally stopped on the banknotes she put on the cash register—"Well, I'm sorry, we don't accept euros here, sorry..."

Yokohama has been a bit messy recently, and he doesn't really want to cause trouble for himself.

A violent explosion occurred in the concession area yesterday. The garrison and related military bases that were originally located there were instantly turned into mortar powder. The shock caused by the explosion even triggered a light tsunami.Immediately after the incident, the relevant areas were put under martial law, and countless official and private search and rescue teams rushed in immediately.

To be honest, they didn't seem to rush in to save people, but they seemed to be looking for something.To this day, many strangers ask from shop to shop if they have seen any strange wounded people.

In other words, is this foreign woman with a dirty face, only bright eyes and a child on her back, considered strange?

"My child is injured, and his father passed away in an accident yesterday. Sorry, can you give me some hot water? No sugar is fine, I'll leave right away."

She raised her head, although her face was pale and stained, she still couldn't hide her thrilling beauty.

Sato hesitated, Sato began to think, Sato thought hard, Sato thought very hard.

In the end, he still took a box of instant milk tea from the shelf that can be brewed with hot water: "Madam... Please give me your condolences. We really can't accept foreign currency here, and we can't give you change. You take back the money Go, I will use it in the future, I will give you this hot drink, make it for you, and feed the child some."

The young man quickly tore open the package and poured hot water into the paper cup. The sweet smell wafted out. The child who had just closed his eyes and slept immediately woke up and stared at the cup.

Sato instinctively felt that something was wrong.

This child is too quiet.There is no joy or sorrow in the cobalt blue eyes, as if nothing in the world can be seen, resembling a god on the altar and a baby just born.

But he obviously already has the appearance of five or six years old, not a baby.The young woman who claimed to be his mother was also clumsy, and she did not look like she had raised the child to such a big age by herself.

Suddenly, without knowing why, Sato felt very nervous, the woman in front of him was obviously weak, but the smell of danger became stronger and stronger.

He withdrew his gaze and hid at the cash register, no longer staring at the woman and child outside, and was hesitating whether to call the police when the electronic music at the door sounded, and the long-haired woman picked up the child and left at some point.The banknotes were taken away by her, and a legal two-euro coin lay alone on the cash register.

Makes people feel less pressured to compensate.

"……weirdo."

The timer alarm clock suddenly made a piercing sound, and it was time to refill the oden soup.The young man jumped up and ran to get busy, and soon put the matter behind him.

Rimbaud walked into Custom Street with a boy who looked like a baby on his back and found a daily rented house to live in. Most women who "go to sea" will rent such a house to settle down, and some will bring their "jobs" back to do .

The landlord thought that she was also a woman who was forced to sell her body because of her life. After learning that she was going to see a doctor for her child, she patted her chest and said that she would definitely introduce her to the most generous mother Sang. Signing a "film and television company" to make a lot of money... Of course, it doesn't matter what kind of "work" is being filmed. Everyone is an adult, so it doesn't matter if they save each other's face!

She just responded with um, huh, ah, neither agreeing nor refusing, she just said that she would wait for the child's condition to stabilize before looking at it.The landlord hurriedly prepared a statement of understanding and expressed sympathy for her "husband just passed away and her only son suddenly suffered from a strange disease":

"There must be someone to take care of the child, otherwise you will not be able to work with peace of mind. Don't worry, I will remember your affairs for you, and there is no rush to rush the rent. When you think you can, just tell me, and I will help you find a decent Cleaner job."

"You are such a kind person, thank you, I still have to get some food for the child, so I won't entertain you much, sorry."

The long-haired woman smiled cautiously, looking cowardly and timid, she had never seen anything in the world.The landlord was very satisfied with this pair of "good things".A beautiful but sickly little boy, some people just like it; as for his mother, although she regrets having a child at a young age, she can't hold back her good looks.

The most wonderful thing is that her husband just died, even if he is gone, no one will call the police to search around, and the business will be properly stabilized.

Thinking of this, the part-time pimp and part-time landlord smiled and said with a smile on his face: "The refrigerator is empty, what can I get for the children. Wait, I'll bring some sweet soup, you and the children are both Drink something warm. Remember to open the door!"

After sending the landlord out, the first thing the long-haired woman did was to lock the door, and the child who was placed on the only bed before her opened her eyes and sat up.Rimbaud looked down at him with confusion in his eyes.

He was one of the mission targets... that she was supposed to destroy.Everything else has been completely turned into dust and dust with yesterday's explosion.

Why is it so special to this child?

She doesn't know either.

He is the same as any experimental subject, suspended in the culture tank, and only has a number of A5158, which means the 150th and eighth experimental subject with A-level abilities.Although the report stated that the experiment was successful, it was obvious that some unscrupulous scientific researcher lied in a hurry to report the results. This child who could not control the threshold of the outbreak of the ability could not normally participate in the war at all.

No, it should be said that this kind of behavior of forcing children to go to the battlefield itself is unreasonable and should not exist.Once on the battlefield, children are no longer children, but soldiers, weapons, and it is no longer strange to be killed or used.

So, it's back to square one again.

Why did she spare the child's life?

Rimbaud didn't think it was unusual for his companion to betray him.People have desires, and having desires means that all cooperation is based on the same interests.Once the direction of desire is staged, betrayal will come quietly.

It's nothing to be surprised about, she told herself over and over again—the only thing I didn't expect was how far apart he and I were.

The moment the lie was screened out, that man was completely disgusted by her, and the temptation of money and status was just the final blow to smash the cornerstone of cooperation.

Anger, disgust, destruction, hatred... The turbid flow of negative emotions erupted, and she decided to pick a subject to read and kill her partner and lover on the spot to clear the shame, just A5158 with orange hair and blue eyes.Not because of his strongest strength and the highest degree of integration, but because of that ugly smile and those big cobalt blue eyes.

Probably... because he laughed at that time.I pretended to be a scientific researcher and sneaked into the base, and for the first time saw A5158 floating in it and playing with bubbles through the bulletproof glass.Maybe it was a little boring, he tilted his head to look at himself after spitting out the bubbles, and after looking at him for a while, the corners of his mouth stiffened and twisted to the sides, as if he was trying to make a "laughing" expression.

Therefore, she thought of him first when she chose to read the target.He couldn't leave the institute for half a step while alive, and he could go out with her to see the world with his own eyes after death. This was the most extravagant kindness she could give him.

She opened the devil's box, but there was only an innocent child in the box.

Black, power beyond the limit of human imagination erupted, and the two people in the battle had to use their own means to protect themselves.Due to the particularity of the subspace, she was able to stay near A5158, and the terrifying shock wave that had never been seen pressed out countless cracks in the light golden cube she was hiding in.

He was roaring, howling, and loudly announcing his arrival to the whole world, like a baby crying when it falls to the ground.

Everything around was burned to ashes, everything was engulfed by the black flame.The black flames and the disintegrating earth are like hell.Just like the label on his data report as an experimental subject—Aragami.

In this purgatory-like black storm spewing flames, sulfur and magma, Rimbaud, who activated his ability to protect himself, looked up and saw another scene.

Different from the land that is constantly being destroyed, behind the child shaped like a black beast, there is the quiet sea of ​​Yokohama.

Looking from a distance, there is only the sea, which looks calm and peaceful under the moonlight.

Gentle deep blue ocean.

Rimbaud suddenly thought, the child must be afraid, right?His consciousness has just come to the superficial level, like a baby born on the first day, who perceives that the world will lose his life in the next second, so it is completely understandable to feel fear and resentment.

He doesn't want to die, and he's trying to let go of that fear to prove that he still exists.

And it was her who caused all this.

Anger, disgust, destruction, hatred... so familiar.She'd forced these onto a paper-white baby, and then planned to kill the cub that had inherited all her fierce loves and hates.

"What have I done, I'm such a stupid bastard."

She stood up slowly, and slowly walked towards the child who had already burned a deep hole: "Sorry, I'm here, don't be afraid."

The closer he was to protecting himself, the more his abilities shattered. The child in the center of the flame seemed to feel something, shrank timidly and then raised his head and yelled twice, like a little beast scared by his mother.

Getting closer and closer, the subspace barrier in front of Rimbaud could hardly protect her, and the black flame turned into a sharp blade and cut her face and hands: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I won't hurt you again, don't be afraid Alright, good."

She gently embraced the struggling and roaring black beast with her blood-oozing arms, and pressed her blood-stained face gently on top of his head, learning a lullaby she heard from other people's house to coax children, humming hoarsely while patting his cheek back.

The black flame disappeared, and the sobbing boy curled up in her arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Rimbaud didn't know what was wrong with him, so he staggered away with the mission goal that he couldn't complete, and then hid in Tibet to avoid the various forces called search and rescue but actually search, and barely found such a temporary shelter...

The door was knocked at just the right time, waking her from her memories. Rimbaud went to open the door, took the pot that the landlord stuffed in and sniffed it. His eyes were dark and he pretended to be the same as before, and he coaxed him away and locked the door again.

It hurts between the lungs and the lungs, and if you move a little more, you will spit out some blood mixed with internal organs.But she can't die yet, she doesn't dare to die, what if she dies here, this unprotected child who came into this world because of her?

His power is coveted by others, his memory is blank, his mind is clear and pure... He will be swallowed, torn into pieces, and he will become the most innocent victim.

Rimbaud poured the sweet soup with added ingredients into the sewer. The child who just drank a large cup of hot milk tea was not hungry yet, so he just looked at the food that disappeared with regret.

"Go to the bathroom and wash you first, sleep for a while, we have to leave tomorrow."

She faced him with the gentlest expression and tone. The boy looked up at her, nodded quietly, and followed her into the narrow bathroom with his short legs.

"Don't be afraid, I won't beat you, and I won't hurt you."

The hot water made him feel very novel, and the children quickly and happily manipulated the water polo to rise from the ground into the air and hit the ground with a "snap".

Rimbaud washed his hair, squeezed some shower gel, rubbed the hot water carelessly, then took off the only clean sheet in the room and stuffed him into the bed: "You must remember, you can't just put your body Show it to others...or you will be screwed by a witch!"

A long time ago, she had heard other mothers use such words to scare the cubs who couldn't dress well, and she didn't even want to read it out to the orange-haired child in front of her.

The child who gradually got close to her was so frightened that his eyes widened, he twisted and retracted into the quilt, covered his buttocks with his hands, and nodded very seriously: "Remember!"

Rimbaud smiled: "I'm going to tidy myself up, you go to bed first. Don't be afraid, just call me if you have something to do, I'll call..."

"mom!"

The child happily shouted again: "Mom".

Tears rolled down, broken souls re-solidified, and the moment came back to life.

"Okay, I'm 'Mom,' so who are you?"

Rimbaud raised his hand to wipe away the blood-stained tears, the orange-haired child looked up at her seriously, and wrapped himself in the sheet like a little meat bug, he scrambled into her arms and dragged her clothes to climb up.

"It's salty!"

The child wiped his eyes with his small hand, and Rimbaud let him be naughty without avoiding it. The boy stuffed his tear-stained fingers into his mouth, frowned and stuck out his tongue: "The water in the eyes is salty."

"Well, yes, because I had too much salt for breakfast yesterday. Do you have a name?"

Rimbaud rubbed the little orange head dangling in front of his eyes, and the cub arched again: "Chuya Zhongyuan, I seem to have heard someone shout that before."

"Okay, Jeanne Nicole Attila Rimbaud, mother's name is a bit long, you can call it whatever part you want."

The author has something to say:

I posted an extra chapter later, which was posted from my own article.

Because this article is another world line of "My Big Son" next door, and this episode is about the story of Miss Rimbaud and Zhongya's first encounter, so this part is the same on both sides.I am afraid that some readers are not interested in the next door, so there is no need to turn over for this chapter, and post this part before V, otherwise it would be too much to charge twice for the same content.

Keep your voice down and don't let the editor find out!

Highlights of this chapter

Mori sensei

Yazi who is not very skilled in business

but it does not matter

I'll be proficient next time