I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Dazai Osamu naturally did not agree immediately.

For a smart person like him, it would be too fake to join at random if someone invites him. It always takes some running-in, pushing and pulling, plus event embellishments, to make it appear that his participation is not so cheap.

Blessed Sakurachi, who had impure motives, also understood this truth, and did not force it. He just instructed Dazai Oji to say a few words, and sent the boy back to the funeral parlor dutifully without meeting Zhongli. left on its own.

A few days passed after that.

The scene of Tianxing's fall is too huge, and the situation that even ordinary residents have witnessed makes it impossible for the Special Forces Department to hide, and can only characterize the matter in vain as a collective hallucination caused by the leakage of poisonous gas, which just happened to catch up with the meteorite fall.

As for the petrified seawater that takes a few days to disappear completely, it was interpreted as a reaction with the unknown elements in space left on the meteorite. The preliminary test result is that it is harmless to the human body, but I still hope that the majority of residents will not approach it at will.

On the surface, the people's hearts have finally been reluctantly stabilized.

The inner world is not as peaceful as the world of ordinary people. The eyes of the power organizations all over the world are focused on the small city of Yokohama, the country of the extreme east, but none of them dared to act rashly, and just went crazy behind the scenes to investigate the truth of the matter. Local organizations such as GSS and Takase Club are quiet as chickens, and even their daily battles and business are almost stagnant.

After all, their previous psychological expectations for detours were based on the premise that Zhong Li was a "power user". Now the gap has suddenly appeared. Even if they know that the other party will not do anything to them, they need to set aside time to adjust their mentality.

For a time, Yokohama, which had been strife and troubled since the war, briefly ushered in peace.

"Then, here I am."

Gojo Satoru ate the raspberry water buns on the table, and said vaguely: "The old oranges in the magic world have offended you, and now I know they are afraid. The old men are not enough in the magic class, and they have to go to my house. My eyes were all beaten and thrown out by me."

Saying that, he swallowed the food in his mouth, with a reckless smile on his face, "After all, it is me and Jie who are in power now, a group of useless old oranges who can only produce carbon dioxide except for the force value that is about to sink into the ground. It doesn't matter if you get beaten up."

It has been three years since Xia Youjie joined the official spell class, and the two former male high school students have already graduated from high school. Relying on the personal connections established in the spell class before graduation, Gojo Satoru became the actual ruler of the Gojo family with almost no obstacles, and cooperated with Xia Youjieli to send all the rotten high-level executives home for retirement. .

The vacant positions were mostly filled by young people from the two high schools of magic arts. Angeji, Nankai Jianren, Haiyuan Xiong and others entered the magic spell at the invitation of Xia Youjie or the "coercion" of Gojo Satoru. The art world displays their talents, and among them, the financial management is the most like a duck to water.

The former executives who lost real power were very incompetent and furious for a period of time, and there was nothing they could do about this one-sided situation. This year, it was finally resolved, but it was again because of the sudden situation in Yokohama.

"Having said that, you are still here." Zhong Li said as he looked at the former high school student who could already be called a young man.

"After all, Jie asked me so." Gojo Satoru blinked his beautiful eyes and said, "The above is so pressing, the magic world always has to make an effort to investigate. As the current magic world and Mr. Zhongli The magician who has the most contact, it is also obligatory to be the first to contact."

"What's more, since graduation, I have a lot of things to do, and I have to manage the magic world and go to other places around the world to remove magic spirits. I haven't seen Mr. Zhongli for a long time."

Zhong Li shook his head and smiled, "I'm afraid I miss the desserts I made."

"Don't worry about this little detail, hahaha!"

It was a sunny afternoon, and the bright sunlight gently hit the green plants indoors through the window lattice. The geographical location of being unable to look directly at the sea was of no use to the six eyes that could see through. Gojo Satoru could easily see through the layers of buildings the petrified rock formations on the sea gleaming in the sun.

"Speaking of which, even if you have psychological expectations, you are still taken aback." Gojo Satoru said, "It's too exaggerated to say that meteorites fall from the sky. Is this your full strength?"

"Ah, I just asked casually, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

After several years of experience in power, the once unscrupulous Liu Yanzi has finally grown into an adult Lipai who can understand others.

"There's nothing to say." Zhong Li said, "You should have guessed it if you think about it. This is not all of my strength. It's just that if there is no accident, I won't use it easily."

"What people should do and need to do should be done by people themselves. Instead of vainly involving external forces, trying to get things that don't belong to them."

"That's a good answer."

"Ah." Gojo Satoru scratched his hair, and leaned back in his chair in frustration, "So you saw it. I was going to go back and perfunctory... Was my cover up so bad?"

"It's just a reasonable guess. What's more, you should know that I don't care about this." Zhong Li said.

"Well... that's true." Seeing that he was entangled in superfluous matters, the open-minded Liu Yan quickly cast aside these troubles and became visibly happy.

"Jie will definitely regret it!" he said triumphantly, "that guy didn't dare to come to see you because of guilt, and he pretended to say that he was too busy with work recently. I didn't have any desserts this time. Leave it to him! Ha!"

Saying that, the white-haired young man pinched a round water bun again, as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Speaking of which, why didn't you even see a kid this time?"

"Those children." A smile appeared on Zhong Li's face, "Probably enjoying a leisurely afternoon."

Zhongyuan Zhongyao, one of the "children" who enjoyed a leisurely afternoon, placed his hands folded under his nose, his eyes staring at the cold tea on the table with bitterness and hatred.

A black gloved hand reached out and took the cup from the table.

Akiko Yoshino looked at the cup in his hand, and at Zhongyuan Zhongya, who didn't even change his posture, and sighed helplessly: "Really, it's cold again."

"Yeah, it's cold again." Zhongyuan Zhong also murmured absently, "My graduation season..."

The process of resolving the incident overnight seemed smooth, but the impact of the earth-shattering state of affairs was still there. In order to avoid any follow-up effects of the "poisonous gas" in the official announcement, the school directly suspended the final course. Classes approaching graduation will be sent home by the school.

In Zhongyuan Zhongya's dream, the outstanding graduates' podium who was watched by his husband and boarded still only exists in his dreams.

The ochre-haired boy was lying on the table, his whole face buried deep in his arms, so depressed that a mushroom almost grew.

"Well, Akiko, you just came back from a business trip. Let's take a rest first." Edogawa Ranbu pointed to Nakahara Nakaya with his lollipop hand, "Isn't there Dazai still here?"

Yosano Akiko looked at the location pointed by the lollipop, and Dazai Osamu, who had his face in one hand, patted Nakahara Chuya's shoulder, and said old-fashioned: "It's okay, Chuya, this time it won't work, we have another time. Yokohama will always be more and more stable. It really doesn't work, let's kidnap your principal..."

Yosano Akiko silently turned their eyes back, "No, it's because Dazai is here that you can't be relieved."

"Anyway, isn't it working time now? How come you, a funeral parlor apprentice, came to the detective agency to fish!"

Osamu Dazai raised his head and blinked, "Because I told Mr. He that he also needed comfort, Mr. He generously gave me a holiday."

"He's too casual too!"

The knock on the door sounded at this moment.

Except for Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was almost completely closed in depression, the remaining three looked at the main entrance at the same time. Akiko Yosano and Akiko took the lead to take a few steps forward and opened the door.

"Huh? Yes...is that so?"

Vague words came vaguely through the screen, and it didn't take long before he saw Yosano Akiko sticking out his head and saying, "Lanbu, it's the courier, and he said there was a letter from you."

"Huh?" Edogawa hurriedly bit the sugar and tilted his head.

He jumped out of his chair and walked briskly to the door, the expression on his face turning into interest the moment he saw the letter to be picked up.

"Oh, this is!" He opened his eyes like a child who got a new toy, and signed for it almost twice as fast as usual, holding the envelope and looking for the open door in his place Letter knife.

The intelligent young detective never remembers things that he thinks are unimportant, so he and Akiko Yosano naturally handed over his letter-opening knife and said casually, "It's rare to see you so excited, is it a compliment from fans? letter?"

"No." Edogawa Ranbu hummed happily, punched the opening of the opened envelope, and immediately dumped the contents on the table.

Those are two sheets of different materials. Edogawa hurriedly took out the cardboard, which was obviously in the style of an invitation card, and showed it to his friends in the room as if to show it off.

"Qiangqiang! The invitation letter to the international detective competition from the United States!" The young detective raised his head slightly, and said triumphantly, "It seems that their sponsors are very discerning! Knowing that famous detectives like me are the best detectives. Those who are really qualified to be invited, seeing that they are sincere in this invitation, I will accept it with reluctance!"

"Oh, it's not bad, Ranbu!" He and Yosano Akiko clapped together, and even Nakahara Naka, who was originally slumped on the table, was shouted back by Edogawa Ranbu's voice, weak but sincere. palm.

Dazai Osamu, who was standing on the side, stretched his head to look, and picked up another piece of paper lying on the table.

The obvious letter paper material was neatly folded in half, and the edges were printed with dark patterns inlaid with gold, and the rather stylish fragrance was faintly introduced into the nasal cavity with the flow of air.

Osamu Dazai unfolded the folded letter.

【Dear Mr. Ranbu…】

The preface of the letter was lackluster, standard and polite invitation mandarin, Dazai Osamu read it at a glance and skipped directly to the end.

[…The invitation letter mailed with this letter is available for you and your relatives and friends to enter the venue. On behalf of the organizer, I sincerely look forward to your arrival.

Your friend forever, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald]