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

The story is not complicated. The one who planned everything was the one who first quarreled with the young man in blue, that is, the young man in green whose bones were broken by Rimbaud's kick.

From the beginning to the end, it was just a ridiculous farce about "I love you, you love him, he loves her, she doesn't love him, who does he love". "She" walked away and came indifferently... The desperate suitor suddenly looked back, and found that everyone in his circle was a murderer, everyone was an accomplice, and everyone was guilty, so the imitation of "ten people" came into being. Soldier" idea.

——If he succeeds, the suicide note left behind will reveal everything to the world; if he fails, this case will definitely be widely discussed... The goal of not wanting the lover to be forgotten can be easily achieved.

"What do you think these young people are thinking? A good life is not a good life."

"Life, isn't it just a couple who are neither poor nor rich, spending decades together noisy and neither good nor bad, raising a few children who are neither smart nor stupid, one behind the other Eyes and hands are buried in the soil by the children. What else can I do. What suits you is the best, why do you always stare at the meat in other people's bowls?"

Those who witnessed the event are especially true.

The homestay owner and his wife who came back from the adventure huddled together. The proprietress, who always hid in the kitchen and didn’t show her face very much, patted her husband on the shoulder to comfort him. The boss gratefully held her hand.

"When we arrived on the island, the kid in green lied to me that he was separated from his companions. We told him to wait on the boat by himself, and everyone else went to look for it. It took a long time to find it, and we saw it lying all over the ground. We killed a few, and stood there crying and throwing up, probably quite frightened. Before we could react, the boat was blown up. When we ran back to the shore, the boy shot us a few times. I was so scared that I ran back to the forest."

He finally sighed: "It's a pity that my boat is fortunately insured."

Rimbaud sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "It's good that things are over, bad luck is gone and good luck will come."

Fortunately, the murderer's brain is stupid and his eyesight is not good. Otherwise, they would die several times a night with their dangerous operation of leaving their backs to the gunmen.

"I accept your good words."

The boss sighed again, and wandered back to the room to rest. The lady boss gratefully cooked seafood soup and delivered it to Rimbaud's room, thanking him again and again.

For the rest of the time, at the request of the police, all people involved in the incident stayed in Miyakojima or the hospital to wait for the final result.Although you can no longer go to the open sea, the small bay near the homestay is barely a place for Zhongye to relax.Coupled with the various delicacies carefully prepared by the boss and the proprietress, it also satisfies the appetite for a while. This kind of life will not be over until the police send a message saying that the case is closed.

After finally going out for a vacation, and encountering disappointing murders one after another, no one wants to stay here no matter whether Rimbaud is good or bad.After living in Miyako Island for so many days, I have already visited all the places I can go. Why not go back to Okinawa main island to rest and take a plane back to Tokyo.

There is half a month left for homework writing and lesson preparation, and the new semester is about to start.

Before leaving, the proprietress of the homestay sent several packages of dried seafood and insisted that Rimbaud take them back to Tokyo. The middle-aged woman who was not good at speaking just stared at people and smiled, and people couldn't bear the stares. De Rambo's back was covered in cold sweat.

"As for it!"

She was disgusted, but in the end she endured the smell of fish and put the package into the subspace and put it away, planning to take it back and share it with colleagues.

There are only a few scenic spots on Okinawa main island, and after three days of shopping in Chuya, I got tired of seeing them, and there were so many people, the mother and son simply bought air tickets and packed up all kinds of odds and ends to go home.

——Ingredients and glassware brought by Professor Lan Bo to colleagues; shells and conch shells given by Chuya Nakahara to classmates; Lacquerware books for Mr. Sakaguchi, and tea sets for Mr. Taneda.

A yukata and a kimono for Alice, a small bag carved from coconut shells, and a flower wind chime worn on shells.

Mr. Sen's gift is a pack of dried salted fish, a sincere gift from the hostess of the homestay.

On the way back, Rimbaud had a bad taste, and he took Zhongya and changed into a parent-child bathrobe again and took several photos for preservation.The orange-haired boy is as helpless as a cat dragged out from under the bed by a child. The only thing he can do other than "let her go" is silence.

Can't bear it, who is the head of the family?

The plane flew all the way, Rimbaud leaned on the seat and slept all the way.Since the ticket was booked temporarily, there was always some inconvenience in time, and it was still dark when we arrived at Haneda Airport.

The dazed Rimbaud just wanted to be lazy, holding his son in his arms and planning to copy the shortcut of [Colorful Paintings].

…Then the mother and the child were sent directly to the wilderness by the sudden convulsion of supernatural powers.

It's really the wilderness, on a gentle slope facing the sun, no human smoke can be seen in the front and back, the height of the wild grass almost covers the whole of Zhongya, and there is a cold crescent moon hanging in the night sky.

"￥%&...*%￥%@#￥%@#"

Rimbaud cursed wonderfully, squatted down and looked at his son seriously, "Come up, I'll walk behind your back. In this kind of place, obstructed vision is fatal."

No matter how proud the child is, he understands that the current situation is not self-willed, so he obediently lies on his mother's back and lets her move quickly across the wilderness with him on his back.

This child's supernatural ability is to control gravity, and his own body weight is also within the control range.It is said that it is carrying him, but in fact it is no heavier than carrying a goose feather.Rimbaud looked up at the position of the moon in the sky, and probably understood where he should go now.The space attribute makes her have a very keen sense of direction, and after adjusting the angle, she speeds up like an arrow leaving the string.

After running for more than an hour, the surrounding vegetation has changed significantly, which is considered to be out of the scope of the grassland slopes.The slope is gradually flattening, and the lower-lying places beside the river are dotted with tiny lights, which seem to be inhabited towns.

It is good to have people, a town with people can solve many problems.

She put down her son, took his hand and adjusted the bathrobes on each other, approaching the town tremblingly like an ordinary woman driving late at night with her child.

As soon as he entered the town, Rimbaud realized that something was not quite right.

The architectural style, infrastructure, and streetlights on the wooden poles that do not meet the normal lighting requirements at all-it is obviously not a product of this era.If you have to say it, it seems to be the old look decades before the war broke out.

[Colorful Painting Collection] Teleportation errors may make people appear in any age and any place. There is no obvious pattern. Not long ago, I met a "ghost" that eats people, and I don't know where it is this time.Fortunately, she didn't leave him alone while she was guarding, otherwise she wouldn't even be able to get through the phone right now. I really can't imagine where this child would end up alone.

Zhong also knew that his mother's abilities sometimes caused some minor problems, but he was in a good mood and never thought about when he would be able to get home.As long as Rimbaud is around, his state is very stable, and he even regards this accident as a little easter egg during the trip, and he is extremely curious.

"What kind of place is this?" He took Rimbaud's hand and shook his head to look around, Rimbaud sat down like him, looked right and looked around simultaneously: "I don't know, in terms of temperature and vegetation, it must not be summer , and not near a bustling city. There is no reference to the style of the times in this kind of town, so I have to ask someone later for details."

While talking, the mother and son turned around the alley and walked towards the center of the town, where they could find a place to stay. After dawn, they would find someone to inquire about the news and find a way to find an anchor point to go back.

Row after row of longhouses standing still in the darkness were left behind.Rimbaud stopped suddenly, and Chuya stopped vigilantly, a red and black light appeared all over his body.The next second, the wooden door in front of them was pierced through, and a girl in a butterfly-patterned feather woven smashed the door and fell out, swinging a knife to support her body and knelt down on one knee in embarrassment.

Where she was staring, a tall man appeared.

He was wearing a red top and white oak bottoms, and held two golden fans in his palms, twirling and dancing.This place is relatively remote, and the light is not very good, but Rimbaud can still see that the top of this man's long white oak hair is a strange blood color as if it has been splashed with blood.

"Oh, besides the lovely Kanae sauce, is there another lady and a young lady? It won't be dawn for a while, enough for us to have a good time and have a good meal!"

Zhong, who was wearing a parent-child bathrobe and didn't have time to change, quickly realized that the "little lady" was referring to himself, and was about to jump to get angry when Rimbaud covered his mouth and stuffed it behind him.

This beautiful man behaved frivolously and spoke frivolously, murderousness and oppression filled the air without any scruples, and the subspace body in Rimbaud's palm was ready to go—dangerous, quite dangerous.

"Let them go, they are just innocent pedestrians passing by!"

Butterfly Chanae gripped the handle of the knife and forced herself to stand up straight and swung the knife to point at the evil spirit opposite: "As long as I am still alive, you will never be allowed to hurt anyone in front of me!"

"What, Kanae-chan, you say that...you like me that much, are you jealous~"

The man's words and deeds are frivolous, and he dared to act so frivolously, probably because he felt that he had completely grasped the initiative in the battle.

Before the words landed, a golden light hit Rimbaud's throat, and the pale gold subspace wall surrounding the text flashed in time to stop the attack. After the dull sound, several cubes roared towards him.

Hit or not, it was not Rimbaud's style not to fight back after being hit.The strange man found himself shot down and laughed out loud. The cube at her fingertips fell to the ground, and the glorious palace rose up to cover the area, including the long-haired man and the female swordsman wearing a butterfly feather. Shut in subspace.

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

Mr. Sen received

Small skirt and dried salted fish

flattered

put away the skirt

Dried salted fish

distribute to colleagues

the building is full of

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