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

"In this way, it seems that there is nothing to talk about."

The pale boy lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly.Not out of disappointment, but surprise—she was a loving mother, independent and thoughtful, just what he craved.

Stand my ground no matter what, protect me no matter what, trust me no matter what, love me no matter what... There used to be someone who loved me so much, but I seem to have lost them, no matter what No matter how I think about it, I can't remember it.Only the feeling of powerlessness in the empty chest is always clamoring to be filled. If I get my family back, I can probably fill that hole!

Crimson spider threads emerged from his hands—failure was not allowed, he had to get this person.

Just when the scarlet spider web was directly approaching Rimbaud's face, she raised a finger, and the light golden subspace wall was rippling in front of her.There was a loud noise in the distance, and then the glass of the window behind Lei was shattered. The white-haired boy suddenly oozed a lot of blood from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and fell to the ground in the next second, convulsing continuously.

"Tsk, this kid, he even forgot the upper canceller!"

She got up and turned on the incandescent lamp on the wall, and the suddenly lit up room looked like a murder scene... Well, this is the murder scene.

Professor Lan Bo looked up at the blood splattered around the wall, stepped forward to help his body, which was gradually decomposing and disappearing, and patted it gently in his arms: "I only have one child in Chuya, and you only have one mother who belongs to you." . Family affection is irreplaceable...but a hug is still possible."

"Hurry up and find your mother, little boy. It's getting dark, and it's time for a good boy to go to bed after eating a full stomach. Don't run around for me anymore."

The melodious foreign folk songs were slowly hummed, and when she finished singing, the boy turned into a pool of ashes, with a few shiny shrapnel embedded in it.

Sure enough, she picked up the shrapnel one by one and put them into a small box. After thinking for a while, she dug out a bag and put the ashes left by Lei in it and took it away.This is just a cub, if there is a big mistake, shouldn't he be allowed to rest in peace!

After packing up the scene, she took her things and went back the same way, and soon joined Zhongye and the others not far from the newspaper office.

"It's OK, not bad."

She stretched out her arms and hugged her son, and stuffed the bag she brought out into his hand.

"What is this?" Zhong was also a little confused, and Rimbaud smiled and looked back at him: "Your brother, you delivered it yourself."

"Huh?" The orange-haired boy opened the bag and took a look: "A bag of ashes? Are you kidding me!"

"It's the ashes left by the ghost." Saito also took a look.

He and Yiyong wanted to find a way to break into the newspaper office and kill the evil spirits, but unexpectedly found a commanding height uncharacteristically and rushed all the way up.The red dot of the cigarette in the dark night couldn't be more obvious. After a while, the red dot moved, and it didn't take long to move into an office.

Needless to say the following story, Nakaya shot the child-like ghost in the back of the head, and the bullet would explode and release a special high-concentration wisteria toxin specially made by Butterfly Ninja. There is no suspense about his ending.

Rimbaud nodded: "Well, it's the trace left by that kid. That's really a child, he only wants his mother and family. I can't pity a ghost, but I will pity a child."

"No matter what you pick up the knife to kill, don't forget that you still have humanity." She smiled and shrugged her shoulders: "Maybe this is a weak remark, but...how can I see more beautiful scenery this way?" Enjoy it instead of doing it?"

"Let's go, it's best to escape as soon as possible after committing a crime. This is my experience." She took out four train tickets from her pocket and fanned them, and the time was three hours later.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You didn't say it earlier! You have to go back to pack your luggage and rush to the station. Don't be so self-willed!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he had broken his heart because of Professor Rimbaud...

After killing the ghosts who came to the door, Rimbaud and his party staggered on the train and headed straight to Asakusa with their parcels. They even changed trains two or three times, and even had to pass through Mount Untorori in Okutama County on the way.

The straight line between the two points is the shortest, just go over the mountain to save some time.

Now it is the midwinter season, and seeing the New Year is coming, the snow will dye the world with a layer of frost.Rimbaud was afraid of the cold, so he wrapped himself up like a bear half-awakened from hibernation, and moved slowly at the end of the team step by step.They originally planned to cross this not-too-high mountain at night, and entered the town early the next morning to transfer to the train and continue onwards. Unexpectedly, halfway through the journey, the wind and snow suddenly became heavier and heavier, which quickly blurred their vision.

It is very dangerous to drive in such an environment, Rimbaud decided to find a place sheltered from the wind for the night, and wait for the snow to be lighter before speeding up to catch up with the journey.They walked forward for a certain distance, and in the confused wind and snow, there were actually a few lights on the mountain. Sato blinked: "Is there someone?"

Dare to live alone in the mountains, either because he is extremely confident in his strength or because of other compelling reasons, otherwise a wild beast or a bandit will turn into a tragedy, and he will not even have the chance to ask his neighbors for help.

"Chung also go and have a look."

"Oh."

The little boy walked over with a cute face and knocked on the somewhat dilapidated wooden door, and a cheerful voice came from the room: "Who is it?"

"We went over the mountain to drive a car in the town. The snow is too heavy and we are afraid of getting lost. Can we stay overnight?"

The door was quickly opened, and a housewife with her hair wrapped and wearing a white apron appeared at the door. She was also surprised when she saw it: "Ah! Why are you walking alone in the snow with such a small child? You're freezing. , come in quickly."

The gentle lady raised her hand to help him remove the frozen ice beads from his hair, and pushed the little boy towards the house.

"My mother and uncle are there..."

Zhong also had his hair touched by a mother he didn't know, and he was a little shy, and smiled.Kuizhi looked at him who was obviously shy but insisted on supporting the responsibility like a little adult, and thought of his eldest son who went to the town to sell charcoal during the day: "Please come in together, there is really no reason to continue walking in such heavy snow."

Rimbaud followed up with two swordsmen and thanked him: "Thank you, I have caused you trouble."

Zaomen Kuizhi shook his head: "It's okay, everyone has difficulties when they go out. But I really have to tell you, the child is too young, don't force him too much!"

"Thank you for your suggestion, ma'am." Rimbaud grinned exactly the same as in the middle, and Mrs. Zaomen only felt that her smile was like the warmth of a spring mountain. It made people dizzy, and she unknowingly stepped out of the way to let the four A stranger walks into your home.

A firepit was dug in the middle of the house, and a blackened pot was hung on the firepit, and something was stewed in it, which was making a pleasant gurgling sound, and several children gathered around the firepit to roast chestnuts.

Rimbaud counted, no more, no less, a total of five.

"Excuse me, sir isn't home?"

In such a family, the male master disappeared, which is really strange.

Kuizhi at the Zaomen paused, and sighed softly: "My husband passed away a few days ago, and only these children and I were left to burn charcoal on this mountain for a living. The eldest son went down the mountain yesterday to sell charcoal, and he will probably be back tomorrow morning." , then let him lead the way to send you to the town."

"This is Nezuko, Takeo, Shigeru, Hanako, and Rokuta. Tanjirou is the oldest and has gone out."

She fondled each child's little head, and finally looked at Rimbaud with a smile.

"Oh, this is Chuya, my only child." She also touched her son's head, her eyes were gentle and watery, "The other two are my younger brothers, we came from the other side of the mountain, and we plan to go to Yokohama to visit there and do western food. The doctor's husband."

She speaks a language that is more authentic than the local aborigines, and even if she looks completely different from Asians, there is no suspicion, at least Zaomen Kuizhi does not suspect why she has no similarity with her so-called "brother".

Rimbaud exchanged a few simple greetings with her and didn't say anything else. He turned his head and glanced at Sato, who nodded knowingly—she meant to leave some food quietly as a reward and help when she left.

In this cold season, it is difficult to buy rations even if you have money. Some rice shops often refuse to sell grain in order to raise the price of rice. This is really bad news for people living in the deep mountains.

She lowered her head and stretched out her hands to keep warm by the firepit. The shiny diamond on her left ring finger attracted the attention of other children.

The children were all curious. First they opened their eyes wide and innocently stared at Chuya's orange hair, and now they turned their attention to Rimbaud's ring.They were all well taught and just watched the whole time and did nothing to make the guests feel uncomfortable.

After watching for a while, the potato and wild vegetable porridge in the pot was ready. Sunflower branch pinched a little salt and sprinkled it in. He took out all the bowls in the house and filled them with hot porridge for the guests first, and then filled the children's bowls to [-]% , I only have a small half bowl of porridge left.Rimbaud sighed, took out two triangular-shaped white rice balls from his luggage, broke them apart, and put one piece in each child's bowl. After stirring, seven points immediately became ten points.

"Eat, sleep well when you're full, a new day will always be better than the past and worth looking forward to."

Kuizhi did not refuse the kindness of others, and after the children finished eating, they vacated the warmest place by the firepit for guests to use.Rimbaud retreated into the corner with Nakaya in his arms, Sato and Giyuu guarded the door back to back, and finally the host's children slept by the fire.

Previously, Zaomen’s family was waiting for the eldest son who came back late, so they kept the lights on so late and did not rest. It took more time to entertain guests, and when everyone quieted down, the night was already very deep, except for the sound of wind and snow outside the house. All silent.

...No, for the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Squad, they sensed the approaching danger. Sabito and Giyuu, who were guarding the door, closed their eyes and clenched their Japanese swords tightly.

The sound of footsteps and undisguised killing intent was gradually approaching.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and the simple wooden door was knocked again, and a cold voice sounded through the door: "Stove door?"

Kui Zhi was woken up, she came out from the inner room, and Rimbaud stretched out his hand to stop her in front of her.Kaitu and Yiyong drew their swords and attacked, the wooden door of Zaomen's house was smashed by the visitor, and two surging water waves appeared out of thin air and rushed forward: "Who!"

The person outside the door had black hair, was wearing a suit, and a pair of red eyes under the top hat were dull: "Ghost Slayer? Boring."

Sharp claws came from nowhere and aimed at the two of them, and the pale golden subspace wall flicked away the red and black ghost's hand in an instant, wrapping up the entire forest hut, completely repelling malicious visitors outside the door .

The author has something to say: Highlights of this chapter

the last one

resignation

Professor Rimbaud

don't like children

Zhongya and

quiet and lovely exception

Today, Mr. Mori still lives in the dialogue as a tool man.