I, Zhongli, Wander the World

After that day, Zhongyuan Zhong also found a good day with suitable weather, and went out with Verlaine to drive the road all day.

According to a well-known non-French man who secretly followed Verlaine because he was worried that Verlaine would sprint backwards, it was rare for the two to go shopping, buy things, eat snacks like normal brothers, and even Verlaine was pulled by the Central Plains. Went to my favorite arcade and played a game.

And lost very shamelessly.

Until the end of that day, the two came to the inaccessible seaside and sat side by side on the guardrail by the sea. The evening sky cast a warm light for them, the seagulls above their heads chirped and homing, and the cruise ship in the distance alone issued a "humming". hum" whistle.

And this pair of brothers who are not related by blood each handed a bottle of drinks bought from a roadside vending machine, looked at the sparkling sea in the distance, and whispered what no third person heard, with a soft and peaceful expression on their faces.

In this regard, one of the listeners, Edogawa Ranpo, commented: "I think you make more money writing poetry than blackmailing the mafia, Mr. Rimbaud."

"This is not extortion, Paul and I have paid the 'rent' to the Sen leader within an appropriate range." Rimbaud retorted mildly.

The second audience member and Akiko Yosano put down their nail files and said with great interest, "What about after that?"

"Paul has obviously reduced the number of times he went to find Zhong Yejun, and started to study books and get in touch with other people. Although I think he probably regards communication with people as a research topic, but..." Rimbaud showed a face. With a gratified smile, "It's great that he can actively change something."

Rimbaud's storytelling voice echoed in the detective agency, and as the audience, Ranpo Edogawa and Akiko Yosano drank leisurely afternoon tea, and expressed their opinions from time to time. On the other side, Zhongli was playing Othello with Aya Tsuji.

"That troublesome brother has finally made some progress." Ayatsuji Pedestrian dropped a white peg and turned the black peg in the middle, "If it goes on like this, I will doubt what kind of paramecia he is. biological."

I don't know what's wrong. Ayatsuji pedestrians who have been led the mission for the past few days can always see the stupid brother on various occasions, or argue with Rimbaud about how to get along with his brother, or feel strange. The place troubled the younger brother. Sometimes it even more or less affected his mission.

Ayatsuji pedestrian: I don't really want to know the progress of your brothers' communication, thank you.

Zhong Li settled after him, raised his eyes and said, "There are many helpless things in the world, and there are always people who are addicted to it. If you can open your eyes, it will always be good."

"I really hope his brains will clear up after this... ah, it's a draw."

The stones on the chessboard have not yet been dropped, and it can be clearly seen that there is still a place to play, but the detective's sophisticated brain has already calculated the ending after a dozen moves.

He reluctantly threw the pieces in his hand back to the chess urn, "Mr. Zhongli, what else are you not proficient in?"

"It can't be said to be proficient, but it's just an interesting flower stand, which is far from a true master." Zhong Li corrected him seriously.

"...If you're happy." Ayatsuji pedestrian was speechless for a moment, then stood up holding Kanzaki Naruto, "I'll go outside for a cigarette."

Ayatsuji pedestrian is not very addicted to smoking. He only needs nicotine occasionally to calm his high-speed brain. Given that he is an adult, Zhongli will naturally not say much about this.

The detective agency is located on the fourth floor of this office building, and the view from the window is quite wide. Pedestrian Ayatsuji, who had no intention of spreading secondhand smoke in the corridor, opened the window and lit the brass cigarette rod he carried with him.

Just after taking a breath, through the permeating smoke, Ayatsuji pedestrian suddenly fixed his gaze on someone downstairs.

"That boy..." He raised his eyebrows.

The door of the Armed Detective Agency, which had just been closed by the Ayatsuji pedestrian, opened again a few minutes later.

The boy with white temples followed the detective and walked in. When he saw Zhongli, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Mr. Zhongli, you are indeed here."

The boy was still wearing his school uniform, with a little sweat on his forehead, obviously he had walked a long distance.

"Long Zhisuke?" Zhong Li looked at the boy whose school uniform was a little messy, "What happened? If I remember correctly, this should be your class time."

The boy is Akutagawa Ryunosuke who has already entered the middle school.

After self-taught elementary school courses at the orphanage, the orphanage that followed the policy also arranged for Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was old enough, to enter the local middle school in Yokohama. Teenagers with sufficient self-discipline are excellent in character and academics, and they will never skip class during the class time period. Appearing here at this time, obviously something unexpected happened.

"Something happened at the orphanage. Mr. Oda can't get away now. I hope you can think of a way." The boy with the baby fat on his face was as serious as an adult, and he made it clear in a few words. what happened.

It all started with a networking event.

After the inner world was gradually wiped out by the port mafia, the lives of ordinary people in Yokohama became peaceful day by day, and the fall of the stars a few months ago accelerated this process. The originally dead school has finally begun to carefully carry out some activities that were not dared to hold before.

Fellowship with orphanages is one of them.

The orphanage where the fellowship was held was not the one Akutagawa was staying at, but a more remote facility. The teenager followed the class to the facility, and after a routine visit, they disbanded and began to play with the children in the courtyard.

It was there that he met a boy named Atsushi Nakajima.

The white-haired boy, wearing an outdated orphanage uniform, was pushed and shoved in the corner by several older children, shrank in fear like a dazed quail.

Those eldest children were even a little older than Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but the teenagers with supernatural abilities were also not beyond the reach of ordinary people. Rashomon only came out a little scared, and those who bullied the soft and feared the hard screamed. ran away.

"Are you alright?" The good boy Ryunosuke said as calmly as possible, and then he harvested a white-haired boy who was so scared that he held his head and squatted in defense.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke:…

After the chaos, the white-haired boy told Akutagawa Ryusuke his name, and followed Akutagawa Ryusuke carefully in the entire social activities that followed, and the two got along fairly peacefully.

It was supposed to end here.

If it wasn't for Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was half asleep that night, he was woken up by a white tiger.

"Hey, the ability to become a white tiger?" Edogawa Ranbu, who had switched from listening to Rimbaud's storytelling to Akutagawa Ryunosuke's storytelling, said novelly, "He had a bad time in the original orphanage. ah."

Otherwise, he wouldn't let the child run around most of the city in the middle of the night with such a kind attitude, just to stay by the friendly atmosphere.

"Mr. Oda also guessed the same, but there is no way to confirm it yet." Akutagawa Ryunosuke shook his head and said, "Mr. Oda, who came in the middle of the night, worked together to subdue the white tiger, but at present the white tiger has no sign of returning to its human form. , the reason why we can be sure that it is from Dun, is also because the head of the orphanage came to the door."

Otherwise, the white tiger should be sent to the military and police as a rare animal to be cared for now, instead of being locked in the warehouse of the orphanage waiting for Oda Sakanosuke to argue with the dean.

"Mr. Oda hopes to restore Atsushi to a human form, and then it is up to him to decide whether to stay or stay. But it seems to be because of the rampant power. Until he came down to find Mr. Zhongli, he was still in an unconscious beast state." Akutagawa Ryuji said seriously.

"I basically understand." After listening to Akutagawa Ryunosuke's explanation, Zhongli stood up in thought, "Thank you for your hard work. Anyway, let's take a look at the situation first."

"Yes! Mr. Zhongli!"

The investigators of the Detective Agency, who had nothing to do with each other, glanced at each other and followed with the same mentality of eating melons. Even Rimbaud, who was just here to chat for a day, was inexplicably wrapped up and followed.

When they arrived at the orphanage, Wu Yangyang's group of people stopped next to Oda Sakunosuke. The dean almost thought it was some mafia organization who came to provoke trouble.

And Zhongli also took advantage of their efforts to stop the dean, and led by Akutagawa Ryunosuke to the warehouse.

"The warehouse is the only small window building in the courtyard. In order to prevent the white tiger from destroying the reserve, Mr. Oda deliberately evacuated this place. Please be careful, Mr. Zhongli." Akutagawa Ryunosuke said, and opened the door of the warehouse.

A pair of bright yellow eyes lit up from the darkness.

The fluent predator let out a low roar from its throat, kicked its hind legs hard, and slammed on it.

"Mr. Zhongli!" The hem of Akutagawa Ryunosuke's coat twitched immediately, and was comforted by Zhongli's words.

"Relax."

Zhong Li said calmly, and stretched out his hand to the white tiger who was charging aggressively in front of him.

The ground thorns that rose from the ground took the form of a cage and locked the white tiger into it. The white tiger who slammed into the rock whimpered, staggered back a few steps, and shook his big head dazedly.

Zhong Li seemed to step forward without defense, and poked one hand towards the white tiger.

The white tiger dodged in the cage with some panic, and even tried to bite the outstretched hand, but couldn't move an inch because of the rock element shield covered on it.

That hand finally covered the white tiger's broad forehead.

"No one here will hurt you." He said softly, stroking slowly as if soothing, "It's time to wake up."

Divine power flowed into the body of the white tiger along the contact surface of the palm, and those energies representing supernatural abilities, as guessed, twisted into a bunch of twists inside, changing the existence of the youth without any rules. And the flowing divine power is like a wisp of soft water, releasing those energies little by little in a gentle but unquestionable way.

Atsushi Nakajima just felt like he was soaking in a pool of warm water.

The ability of the white tiger is more like a protection mechanism for him. Every time he turns into a white tiger, his consciousness will sink, and there will be no memory left when he returns to his human form.

Now, however, something else broke into the closed consciousness.

Like the comfort of having just taken a bath, or the happiness of having just eaten a whole bowl of tea and rice, the hot spring in the book is the feeling...

Thinking like this, the boy slowly opened his eyes.

He broke into a beautiful gold.

Those golden eyes stared at him attentively, and after discovering his sobriety, they bent softly, and the finely drawn red eyeliner flew out of a smart arc.

"But what else is uncomfortable." The owner of those eyes asked.

The voice so close at hand made Atsushi Nakajima blushed, and stammered, "Ah, no, it's okay..."

"Get up quickly if you have nothing to do." A cold and familiar voice sounded from the side, "What does it look like to lie in someone else's arms without a bone."

Atsushi Nakajima shivered and looked to the side subconsciously, only to see his friendly little brother standing beside him yesterday with a stinky face, his eyes more ferocious than helping him drive away the bad boy yesterday.