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

"Yiwozuo, I want you to catch this woman, she will appear in Yokohama soon. Remember, bring her back."

It took more than half a year to find out the woman who can use strange defensive skills from the network of the woman deceived by him. Guiwu Tsuji felt that the ghosts under his command were not very useful. Maybe it was because everyone was from the same town. Maybe a foreigner There will be a good harvest.

In particular, this woman happened to ask someone to order a ticket to Yokohama—since she left the protection circle on her own initiative, then you don't have to be polite.

From the ticket purchase records, he found out that the person traveling with her was a man named Shitou Muichiro, who he knew, the youngest Zhuru among the ghost hunters.

A woman who can only use magic to avoid, plus a hairy child, Guiwu Tsuji felt that this was a golden opportunity.

But he still hasn't forgotten the little girl who smashed Tong Mo's head, after all, he didn't dare to do it himself.In order to prevent this from being a trap, Oni Wu Tsuji gave an order to Kamizumi and then turned to Kamiichi Heishimu: "You stay on the road back to Asakusa from Yokohama, if any ghost hunter's pillar appears, shoot and kill."

"That woman, I want to live, understand." He wants to turn her into a ghost himself, and firmly control this shield that can achieve perfect defense.

——You have to think about how to greet the "employees" who are about to apply.

That woman's skill is very good in the human category, but for ghosts, it's only good. If it wasn't for that strange skill... how could she destroy her will?

A day later, Rimbaud met Kasumizu Tokinoichiro in his apartment in the embassy area.This is a quiet boy with no expression or voice. At the age of 14, he is as handsome as a delicate girl.

He didn't take the initiative to talk to Rimbaud, but silently handed her the letter paper held in the crow's mouth, his eyes were wide and unfocused, as if he didn't care about anything.

She carefully read the letter paper and put it on top of the decorative candle to light it: "Okay, as soon as Yu Sui's letter is sent and the arrangement is completed, we will leave, the sooner the better, if it is too late, we don't know when Oni Wu Tsuji will react. "

The confrontation between intelligence agents is nothing more than the infiltration of true and false information. In this field, Professor Rimbaud is also an expert.Even if she doesn't know where the enemy is hiding, she has a way to convince him of the information she wants him to believe.

Two days later, Yusui Tianyuan's crow flapped its wings and landed on the window of Rimbaud's apartment, bringing the news that he had been eagerly waiting for.

Then, Mrs. Rimbaud, who was well-known in the embassy area, fell ill due to an occasional cold.The condition is not very good, she can only close the door to thank the guests and see no outsiders.The miss professor, who escaped from illness, left Tanjiro and the three of them inside and outside the apartment to support them, and took Tokito Muichiro, who was always expressionless, changed into clothes that were convenient for activities and hurriedly set off for Yokohama.

Yokohama in the Taisho era was the only port in Japan, and the military port and civilian docks were far from being as clearly defined as in the future.There are densely packed boats parked by the sea, coming and going day and night, and the porters on the pier gathered together to protect their own interests, forming the earliest colored social organization.Rimbaud had already found out what Shangsi was hiding here, even if he was a ghost, as long as he lived in this world, he would leave traces, and intelligence agents are best at digging out the ghosts hidden in the shell from these traces. guy.

After getting out of the car, the water peddler came up to sell mint water with a smile. Mrs. Yi gave him a copper coin, and the facially paralyzed boy who followed her took the initiative to take the bamboo tube, and the peddler stuffed a note in his hand calmly.

Hidden: My God!I touched Lord Xia Zhu's hand!I will never wash my hands in my life!I'm going to run around Yokohama ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Tokito Muichiro slipped the note to Rimbaud again. She took out a literature book, took the note and put it in the book and stared at it carefully—it was a map.

She looked at it for a while, then crushed the note into powder: "Let's find a place to live first..."

Act tonight!

At night, Rimbaud reluctantly put on a pair of undergarment hakama trousers kindly sponsored by Yoya Sanyashiki. The material is the same as the uniform of the Demon Slayer Squad, which is convenient for activities and has a certain degree of defense.She also put on an off-white haori under the jacket, which is quite conspicuous at night, for fear that the opponent will not see it.

The fourth of the winding is hiding here.

She took out the rare bait contributed by Fengzhu Immortal Chuan Shiya, opened the blood bag and sprinkled half of it in the air and half of it on herself.The smell of thin blood drifted with the wind, and soon there was movement.

An old man who was so ugly and angry that everyone complained came out from behind the stack of warehouses. Without giving him a chance to open his mouth, a dull black scythe flashed by, and the head fell on the ground with a dull sound.

"A person with an empty head can't hide this fact no matter how much he hides." She held up the sickle to change her breath, and a thinner ghost crawled out of the cavity of the headless corpse that fell on the ground, with "Shangsi" engraved on its eyes. two words.

Rimbaud turned his head and ran away, not seeing the fierceness of the outrageous attack just now, seeing the prey running away cowardly, for a long time the dog immediately followed closely on all fours and would not let go.

Apart from being the person appointed by the ghost king, this woman is actually a thin-blooded one!Anyway, he is going to be turned into a ghost, so it doesn't matter if he eats an arm or a leg, right?

The topography of Yokohama has not undergone major changes in the past 100 years. Only the streets and buildings are different from those of later generations.Rimbaud led the dog and ran towards the seaside. The five black buildings in his memory hadn't appeared yet, and this place was just a barren seaside saline-alkali land.

For a long time the dog was biting hard, and Rimbaud just kept running, and the two rushed into the tidal flat that could almost be called a swamp.The long-haired woman suddenly stopped suddenly and turned back with a knife, and Shangsi fell down again in response.

"Tsk, trouble."

Seeing that the fallen body was splitting again, she whistled, not giving her opponent a chance to strike twice, and the blade was radiant with coldness.

"Why... why do you want to hurt that weak person who didn't do anything wrong!"

The newly splintered ghost pointed at Rimbaud and cursed, and the professor laughed lowly: "When you eat people, you probably don't care about the food, is it in a good mood today?"

"There is no reason. Someone gave money, and I took the money. I used other people's money to eliminate disasters. What's the problem?"

This guy could eat no less than 200 people and still feel that he is an innocent white lotus flower. Rimbaud was too lazy to discuss the huge difference between the three views with him, so he gave a reason indiscriminately.

During the conversation, four new ghosts stood up from the ground. Besides the roaring boy, there was also a ghost with two horns on his head, a half-human half-bird ghost who could fly, and a frowning ghost holding a cross gun. ghost.

trouble.

Her reaction speed is extremely fast, and her first choice is to go straight to the ghost who uses the item - everyone else is empty-handed or holding a weapon, only he is holding a fan differently.

Rimbaud never had the habit of eating the enemy's mouth before making a move. He rushed out without a sound, his eyes turned over his shoulder before he could say any frivolous and funny words, and then he was at the same height as the weeds on the roadside.

etc!This is unreasonable, why are the people who came to crusade worse than me, a ghost!You really didn't take the wrong script?

Picking up the knife and killing Le Gui first, Rimbaud propped up the space and took out his cell phone from his pocket to look down—fortunately, there is already electricity in this era, and there are two-way sockets in the apartment in the consulate area, which can barely charge a battery.

It's hard for you, my little blackberry.

There was a red dot constantly moving on the screen of the mobile phone, and Rimbaud suddenly accelerated to throw off the three ghosts following him and headed straight for the red dot.The opponent turned his head and ran away. The three blood ghost spells that were finally concocted were all missed. What's the matter?

The long-haired woman dashed quickly into the darkness, picked out a bunch of familiar guys with the tip of her knife—it was the old man who sneaked up to her on the dock at the beginning.

The three hideous ghosts at the back each raised their weapons high and attacked. Rimbaud didn't even look at them smiling at the old man in front of him: "Ah ~ surprise!"

C4 carbon steel deserves its reputation, and the neck of a half-day dog ​​has not reached the hardness of diamond after all.Rimbaud slashed with all his strength, keeping the balance of the sickle with one hand, and knocked on the handle of the knife with the other hand to increase the force of the blade to cut down using the principle of leverage.

The old man's head fell to the ground, and the cross nearest to the back of Rimbaud's head gradually collapsed from the tip of the gun, and all the ghosts fell down and turned into dust—"Impossible, how did you find the body!"

Miss Professor smiled and said nothing, and waited until he was completely turned into a pool of ashes before pulling out a small spider with red stripes on its back.

"Technology is combat effectiveness."

It’s good to do good deeds once in a while, and the small props from Hakata Mushroom Head are very useful.

She put the spider away, got up and saw two men appeared in front of her at some point.One with pink hair and strange stripes of paint, one tall and dressed like an orthodox samurai—if you don't look at his strange six eyes.

It's justifiable to degenerate into a ghost, and it's more than enough to die from an aesthetic terminal illness!

"Go away! You two are so ugly to me!"

Ms. Rimbaud turned her face away and closed her eyes willfully, her whole body and even her hair showed a refusal air, just like a cat who refused to approach the two-legged beast.

Yiwozuo: "..."

Hei Si Mou: "..."

This future colleague feels difficult to get along with.

Ghosts used to be people too, and the aesthetic difference between them is not as big as imagined.It's impossible not to be struck down by a lady who's so pretty that she'll forgive anything.

Yiwozuo's hobby is to fight with martial arts masters, and Hei Simou's hobby is to fight with kendo masters. These days, 90.00% of both martial arts masters and kendo masters are men.However, the future colleague hand-picked by the ghost king standing in front of her is that [-] percent. She is a woman with pretty good skills, and she is also quite beautiful. She has basically reached the limit of human "beauty".

So, this... how to fight?

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