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

"If you are willing to become a regular employee of the Supernatural Special Service Section, the treatment will naturally be much better than this, but, correspondingly, the responsibilities and obligations you will bear..."

Changtian Shantouhuo felt very comfortable. Professor Rimbaud is really a good employee. Not to mention completing the work seriously, he can always find all kinds of excellent juniors like her.From her face, no matter what, he will not treat these two newcomers badly, two!

At this moment, the farming chief doesn't know that these two people...are bound.

"I don't kill people. I can do anything, but I don't kill people. Also, I can't be your subordinate..." The black-haired boy said seriously, "I'm a disaster god, if you get too close to me Deep, you will be entangled in disasters."

The momentum around him changed drastically in an instant, like a silly husky sticking out its tongue on the side of the road suddenly transformed into a ferocious monster in a super-era movie with a magical style.The sea of ​​blood slapping to his feet like the coast and his icy eyes both confirmed that he was not lying—this young man was a real god.

Tan Tian Shantouhuo: "..."

Professor Rimbaud, you are my ancestor!How come you can even reveal the God of Misfortune!

——He’s still a god of misfortune who doesn’t kill, what do you do if you don’t kill people... Uh, wait, he seems to be the leader of a civil servant in a state agency, and he does have a lot of thugs who need high force value work.

Yes, thugs, not killers, there is a big difference here.

Although the salary is not as high as that of a killer, the requirements for the professionalism of wage earners are lower.

Even if it's not the supernatural business department, other relevant departments are salivating at this kind of god who comes to their door.

"That's another way. Shrines are not within the management scope of our Supernatural Secret Service Division. I can't agree to anything other than the roadside shrines just mentioned. You can choose to serve the country occasionally like Professor Rimbaud, and wait for the money to be saved." Enough is enough, but I can help you contact the seller and buy a Wuzhu Shrine, what do you think?"

He also gave a more reliable price tag: "We can also go to the Religious Management Section to say hello for you, and we can help you record your name on the record of God's name,"

Yato shed tears of gratitude again: "Hey! Uncle, you are such a good person! Big sister is also a good person! You are all good people! Do you have five yuan coins? Do you want to make a fate?"

——So these days, even the gods believe in the idea of ​​"You and I have no destiny, it's all up to me to spend money"!

The chief farmer and Professor Rimbaud hung the black thread and handed him the coin he asked for from his pocket. The young man sniffed and stood up with a determined face: In order to repay this world with so many good people, he decided not to fight again. Playing dead is no longer decadent, starting today, I will kill a hundred time-changed monsters every day!

He shouted: "Xueyin!"

The blond-haired boy who stood beside him without saying a word immediately turned into a Taidao. He held the sword in his hand, and the master and slave "flyed" out of the izakaya to find the monster and cut it...

"Eh...young man, are you impatient?"

Rimbaud looked at the chief farming officer who had been left on his seat in a miserable state before he finished speaking, and at least said a word to save him.In the next second, the bald head patted the table and burst out laughing: "Ahahahahahahahahaha! The god who volunteered to work for me for a period of 100 years, bought a shrine with his salary, just like free labor for no money! Earn a lot! "

"..." She blinked for a few seconds before recovering her voice: "You are not afraid of being punished by God!"

"Professor Lan Bo, you are not Japanese, you don't know. A desperate god, if there is no one to save him, what a terrible thing he might do." After laughing enough, he straightened his back and looked directly at Lan Bo. Bo: "Thank you for your kindness! Professor."

"I agree to accept this disaster god, and at the same time, I will try my best to help him solve the troubles he encounters."

"How generous you are!"

Rimbaud took the white porcelain wine glass in front of him and filled it up, and raised it to greet his boss: "We should be grateful to you for giving the aliens who have no fixed place a chance to start over."

……

Sit and drink with Tan Tian Shantouhuo for a while, and Rimbaud drives the subspace car to take them home together.Don't drink while driving, don't drive after drinking, no matter what you do, you must have this bottom line.At this moment, Zhong has also returned and is checking all the homework for the holiday in the living room. When he heard the sound in the garage, he knew that his mother had returned.

"Oh, you're already at home, are you hungry?" She took out the packaged lunch box and showed him: "The hamburger meat set and the meatball pasta set of Olive Xuan are still hot, let's eat together."

"Didn't you say that you want to invite the person who testified at the police station to dinner that day?" He still remembered the guy who was so eager to perform. Could it be that the black-haired guy has an invisible script in his hand?

"Well, that's him. He's a... not bad young man. At first I thought he had similar abilities to mine, so I paid more attention. Later, I realized that it was not the case at all."

They are not even human beings, let alone people with supernatural powers.

Right now Rimbaud is more interested in another god—Ebisu God, maybe he will know how to control the barbaric vomiting in Chuya's body.After so many years, neither of the mother and son have ever touched the innocent and innocent idea of ​​vomiting Huangba out. At present, there is only one way under their feet, and that is to take the initiative to face the danger and control their own destiny, whether they live or die.

When they had no clue before, they had achieved the level of not having to use the true form of [Filth] in 90.00% of the cases, and now what needs to be solved is only the last small problem.

"I hope that one day you can be free, not the relative freedom under supervision." She grinned at her son through the steam rising from the bento, looking almost exactly the same as when Zhong Ye was a little smug.

The orange-haired boy said "hmm": "It's up to you to decide. When I can't stand on a high place and see the scenery farther away, you will decide the direction for me."

"It's really terrible trust." She raised her hand and rubbed his head: "You have to learn to make your own decisions. Before that, I will barely continue to work hard for a while."

There are a lot of takeaway boxes at home. Fortunately, tomorrow is the day when you can throw out this kind of garbage. If you miss it, your home will be blocked by them!

Rimbaud set the alarm early the next morning, wrapped up his clothes, picked up two bulging garbage and ran all the way out to throw out the garbage. After throwing away, he brought two rice balls and a box of iced milk home for breakfast.

The start of school is imminent, and there are many things at hand-two professional lesson plans, trouble with an intelligence dealer in Ikebukuro, and a special trip to visit a certain shrine at the end of the year.

Another busy semester!

On the other side of Yokohama, Mr. Mori returned from Tokyo with his "patient" in the middle of the night. He procrastinated until daylight before leaving for the five black buildings by the sea to report to work.In addition to the tasks originally given by the leader, he also earned some extra money.Those little one-color gangs in Ikebukuro who seemed to be playing around were not taken seriously by him at all. The ones he got into trouble were some local underworld organizations in Tokyo, which theoretically belonged to the upper-level structure of those small gangs.

During this process, he heard several people mention an intelligence dealer named Orihara Rinya, so he raised his eyebrows and left this troublesome colleague for the time being for future use.He has also been an intelligence dealer himself, and he understands that most of the best in this industry have a few cards that can turn the tables. As long as it is not to the point of being immortal, he doesn't want to cause this trouble casually, which is irrational.

"Every time I return to Yokohama from Tokyo, I feel depressed... Hey, why doesn't Madam want to move to Yokohama?" He pretended to sigh and looked melancholy, and Dazai Osamu, who was walking beside him, complained unceremoniously: "Huh? Isn't it because you don't want your wife to move to Yokohama, Mr. Mori?"

"Really, Dazai-kun, you haven't called your wife 'mother' until now, it's too much." The doctor poked innocently on the black-haired boy's wound without hesitation: "It's because it hurts you. Says she's both the ideal mother and the perfect lover, right?"

"It's a pity, Madam is a person with a very high moral bottom line, a good person in the true sense. Compared with a saint, she is only a little bit worse. She will not shoot at minors, and she will not attack minors at her own age. The opposite sex is not interested. Obediently play the role of the second son of the Rambo family, don't let the wife hate you, understand." He lowered his head and rubbed the boy's head in an intimate way, the light in his purple eyes did not show a smile on his face It came out so mild.

Hmm, little boy.

The young man who was forced to "break up in love" snorted indifferently: "Oh, Mr. Sen, then you have to survive the suspicion of the leader first."

"Don't worry, he won't live long." The corner of the doctor's mouth pulled out a cruel arc, and the time was coming.

As expected, the old leader's illness became more and more serious. In the past few years, there have been several new faces in the cadres' seats, such as Jian Guanyi, an intelligence cadre who was punished for not being able to find out the identity of the "drunken boat".Regrettably, Mr. Guan Yi couldn't survive the leader's fury, and became a cold slate in the cemetery.The successor was the girl who had fled with him, but returned to cry in front of his tombstone after failure.And Dr. Sen, who is in charge of the leader's health, miraculously won the trust of the old man when the leader's health became worse and worse-it has to be said that this is really a very miraculous thing.

"Boss, the result you want."

The gentlemanly man with a feminine profile offered the things he named, and after a few short smiles, the old man nodded: "Go down first, and come back later to diagnose for me. They won't be here for a few days without you Know what to do, can't do anything well, what a bunch of trash!"

Mr. Sen accepted the boss's compliment with a smile: "You also have high expectations for them, so you must be dissatisfied. It is because of your encouragement that we can serve you better."

Sure enough, he was sent out of the chief's office just fine, so he could go back to rest.

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