I, Zhongli, Wander the World

As Dazai Osamu said, when Nankai Jianren reported this situation to the top, he got a rather ambiguous attitude from the upper management.

Ango Sakaguchi, who was just the person in charge of the handover, said softly, Xia Youjie almost didn't flip the table on the spot, but the upper-level people who were talking through the screen were still answering with a "long-term plan".

"The strategic importance of Shibusawa Ryuhiko's abilities is beyond doubt, and that 'adult' also needs to be treated with caution." Someone said in a high-sounding manner, "At the moment when the two are in conflict, we need to find a suitable The balance point, you can't just act rashly."

These scenes are almost like saying "we don't want to worry about this". After the meeting, Xia Youjie walked out of the conference room with a gloomy expression, and shook his head at Qihai Jianren who was waiting outside.

"Sure enough..." The blond man lowered his head and clenched his fists unwillingly.

"I won't give up." Xia Youjie shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhongli has helped a lot, both in the world of magic and myself. What's more, this is a special magic spirit that is related to Yokohama. I should have resolved this matter."

"I agree with what Senior Xiayou said, but there is a very real problem at the moment." Sakaguchi Ango pushed his glasses, "Whether it is for us or the senior management, the biggest key point and difficulty is still finding Shibusawa Ryuhiko. The base, and even after so many days, we still have no clue."

Shibuzawa Ryuhiko's fog cover can not only attack the power user, but also make all electronic equipment fail, and the thick fog blocks the line of sight. This is also the reason why the Special Ability Division has not been able to target Shibusawa Ryuhiko.

Xia Youjie pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Qihai-kun, Dazai-kun, where are the two of them now?"

"Ah, Dazai-kun and Nakahara-kun?" Nankai Jianren recalled the conversation between the two teenagers before they parted, "They went back to the detective agency and said they were going to find the two detectives from the agency."

"Then, let's first—"

The rest of the words were drowned out by the sudden screeching siren, and at the same time, the built-in radio of the Secret Service Division was also turned on at the same time.

"Lord Xiayou! Intensive spell reactions have been found in many areas of Yokohama! Preliminary estimates...all are above the first grade! The possibility of a special grade cannot be ruled out!"

"What?" Xia Youjie's expression changed slightly.

"Wandering?"

Yoshino Akiko looked at the two panting in surprise, "Ranpo went to Tokyo with Ayatsuji-kun this morning on a business trip, don't you know?"

"I heard that it was a difficult relationship to ask someone to go by name, but it's not easy to refuse because of face..."

"It's a coincidence." Before he could finish talking to Akiko Yosano, Osamu Dazai immediately said, "The choice of time and event is too delicate. The other party deliberately sent detectives from the detective agency."

Needless to say, the purpose of sending the detectives away, every time they weaken their own brains, the time they find Shibusawa Ryuhiko will be delayed a little bit later.

It was at this time that the landline phone of the detective agency suddenly rang.

It was Edogawa Ranpo who called.

As soon as the call was connected, the young detective's different serious voice came from the receiver.

"Dazai, what happened to Mr. Zhongli?"

This sentence is more like an imperative sentence than a question. Obviously, something unexpected happened over there, which led Edogawa Ranpo to deduce the situation in Yokohama from the clues. Dazai Osamu didn't talk nonsense, and simply took the opportunity to talk to Edogawa Ranpo and Yosano Akiko at the same time.

Unexpectedly, Yosano Akiko's eyes widened, and she subconsciously looked at Nakahara Nakaya beside her, only to see the ochre-haired boy's serious and frightening expression.

Dazai Osamu said a few more words. It seemed that Edogawa Ranpo was questioning something. Dazai Osamu said, "I know... yes... rest assured that nothing will happen..."

It sounded to be comforting, if it wasn't for Edogawa Ranpo's voice over there, his voice was so agitated that the microphone couldn't be completely soundproofed.

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head and left.

Not long after he went down to the first floor, Osamu Dazai also chased after him.

"Where are you going, Zhong Ye?" The boy's calm voice came from behind.

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, and said depressedly: "Dazai... What do you know?"

"Ok?"

"As you said just now, it's a coincidence." Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around and looked straight at Osamu Dazai seriously, "Whether it's this or you."

Dazai Osamu looked at him, but did not speak for the first time.

Zhongyuan Zhong also took a deep breath, "Your timing is very delicate, although it seems to be based on rigorous considerations everywhere, every step is reasonable, but this is not something you will do."

"I'm so excited to even walk around, why did you stop me from fighting that possibility?"

I just didn't think in this direction for a while, it doesn't mean that the Central Plains also ignored this anomaly.

Osamu Dazai is intelligent, but he is also emotional. At that time, even if there was a 1% possibility that Zhongli hadn't gone far with Shibusawa Ryuhiko, Dazai Osamu would not let Zhongyuan Zhong also slow down in order to guard against supernatural powers.

Under the seemingly reasonable choice, there are loopholes that only close people can perceive.

Dazai Osamu lowered his eyes slightly and suddenly laughed.

"...It's quite sharp where it shouldn't be, Chuya." The black-haired boy smiled and took a step forward, leaning forward slightly, "So, do you trust me?"

He was obviously just a peer who was not much taller than himself, but getting closer was quite oppressive. However, Zhongyuan Zhong also did not retreat half a point. He looked straight into Osamu Dazai's eyes and said solemnly, "Well, I believe you."

You are my friend, so I trust you.

Reading this sentence in Zhongyuan Zhongyao's eyes, Osamu Dazai, who originally wanted to see the other party's jokes, became uncomfortable. He straightened up and handed over the cell phone belonging to Zhong Li, which he had put away before, as if nothing had happened, and said, "Then let's take Mr.'s phone first. If I guess correctly, there should be an emergency soon. occur……"

The phone suddenly rang.

Zhongyuan Zhong also picked it up immediately, and Oda Sakunosuke's voice came from the receiver: "Mr. Zhongli?"

"Mr. is not here, it's me." Zhongyuan Zhong also did not blindly say about Zhongli, "Mr. Oda, what's the matter?"

Oda Sakanosuke did not answer immediately. There were several gunshots and explosions from the other end of the phone, and even a faint roar. After a few seconds, Oda Sakanosuke's thicker voice sounded again: "This side of the orphanage. Something went wrong. More than one curse spirit attacked the orphanage, and ordinary firearms couldn't cause effective damage. Atsushi and Ryunosuke couldn't take it anymore."

The end of the words was submerged in the roar of the firearms again, and then the line was directly disconnected in a whistling.

"Mr. Oda?!" Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his voice, but there was only a blind voice on the microphone.

He punched the wall next to him.

Did you choose an orphanage...

With this thought in his mind, Osamu Dazai said directly: "Nakaya, go and help Oda. Don't worry, I will find Mr. Zhongli."

As he said that, he looked at the expression that Zhongyuan Zhong also wanted to say, and added: "I have other channels for force, so I don't have to worry about me being beaten to death by Shibusawa Ryuhiko."

There's a **** of a joke at the end of the sentence. Zhongyuanzhong was unmoved, just said: "I don't know what you want to do. Since you don't want to say it, I won't ask. But Dazai, you must put your own safety first."

Zhongyuan Zhongyao heard the same exhortation as Zhongli's, Dazai Osamu smiled so much that his eyebrows and eyes curled up, "Don't worry, I will."

He smiled and stared at the back of Zhongyuan Zhongye leaving, until the back turned into a small dot in the sky, and then he nodded the head of the little thrush standing silently on his shoulders.

"It's just the two of us now," he said with a smile.

The little thrush let out a soft cry in agreement.

So Osamu Dazai took out his own mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the number provided by Fukuchi Sakura's friendship.

"The world is full of sins, and even the purest children will one day be polluted by sins, so they are freed before that, in order to atone for their sins."

Fyodor poured the black tea cooked in the brass samovar into the bone china teacup, and pushed the teacup over with a gentle smile on his face, "Don't you think Mr. Zhongli thinks so?"

Shibusawa Ryuhiko went out again not long after returning. He didn't seem to care whether Fyodor did his best to help him, but the crystals of supernatural power he left behind before he left clearly showed his distrust.

What they are now in is a church-like hall.

The interior of this house, which was used as a stronghold by Shibusawa Ryuhiko, was obviously rebuilt, and there were even some rough traces at the connection of the dome. But the windows below are well-maintained, and the colorful stained glass filters all the light into beautiful colors, reflecting the whole room brilliantly.

In the center of the hall is an exquisite round table, which is usually used for afternoon tea supplies. And the top really lived up to expectations. Large and small plates of cakes, pies, sweet breads, etc. were piled richly, and there were several plates of jam and honey for dipping.

If it hadn't appeared in such a quiet and empty hall, this table would almost make people think it was a Russian lady's tea party.

But now, there are two men sitting on both sides. Although the atmosphere of the conversation is peaceful and quiet, the meaning contained in the words makes people shudder.

"Children fluttering butterflies are purely to satisfy their own selfishness. Although they kill without knowing it, it is a sin to judge." Zhong Li looked down at the transparent and clear black tea soup in the bone china cup, "Lun Chang, human nature. , desire, and when these collide, no one can claim to have never been guilty.”

The corners of Fyodor's mouth curled up: "So Mr. Zhong Li thinks that such a crime should not be punished?"

"Evil is never judged from personal or other perspectives, regardless of redemption or punishment." Zhong Li said unmoved, "When a 'society' composed of rules appeared in civilization, sin was derived from a vague concept. real meaning.”

"No one has the right to go beyond the rules in the name of a private person."

"Even you?"

"Even me."

"So you won't be redeemed even if you see Yokohama's suffering?"

"The suffering of human beings never needs any existential redemption, and human beings cannot be defeated only to such an extent. Since the replacement of the theocratic society is a confirmed necessity, there is no such a high-level description as 'redemption'." Zhong Li said calmly.

"When people rule the world, everything is given to people. And I'm just a bystander wandering in this world, and I have no right to discipline those who are out of sight."

At the time of the Demon God's War, He had lived in Tivat for thousands of years, and the edges and corners of his character had long since been worn out, but he voluntarily took over the responsibility of guarding the world because of his innate strength. Today, even though the prosperous Liyue is still surrounded by demons, it has its own order and power. He neatly delegates power to others, and he no longer cares about human affairs.

Not to mention this world, which has never been ruled by gods, and has been walked by human beings step by step.

He has no obligation or qualification to decide anything too arrogantly for the human beings in this world.

It is enough to take care of a few children in the family, and take care of one-third of one's own acre of land.

Fyodor stared blankly at the **** sitting in front of his eyes.

When he said these words, the god's expression was really peaceful and stable, as if he was just talking about ordinary chatter, and he should have appeared in a wine shop and tea stall, not this rough "church".

"So that's what you think..." The boy from Russia murmured like this, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face that seemed to be nothing.

Low laughter echoed in the hall.

"That's... what a pity." He said softly, "It seems that we can't reach a consensus on this aspect."

His purpose has never been to ask God, or rather, this is just one of the purposes.

What he wanted to be more sure about was whether this **** would become an obstacle to his progress.

Fyodor believed in God.

He just never believed in God.

"Indeed."

Zhong Li said calmly, "The belief is established, if it is easily shaken by others, it is also called 'belief' in vain. This is the same for you and me."

It's never a bad thing for people to want to be on par with the gods.

But Fyodor's problem was never his arrogance, but his desire to perform divine punishment on the basis of disrupting the existing order.

"So, even if you say that you don't care about the world, if the order of this world collapses completely, so that it is completely devastated, you won't sit back and ignore it." Fyodor said with a chuckle, "Then I can only work hard to let It doesn't break down so completely."

- This is a lie.

Following Fyodor's words, in the further block, Shibusawa Ryuhiko was quietly watching the battle situation in front of him.

What controls the generation of the magic spirit is the medicine in the water source, which is a reagent he accidentally obtained in a foreign laboratory. The spawned magic spirits are more powerful and easier to decay and die. And not long after he got the reagent, the Russian rat came to the door, claiming that Yokohama had what he needed, just needed some "small tricks".

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who had nothing to do, naturally agreed at that time.

To muddy the waters of Yokohama and take the order of the whole Yokohama as a hostage, let the **** go with him, which is too easy and reasonable for Shibusawa Ryuhiko. The only accident was probably that his powers didn't work.

It didn't matter, the harder it was to extract, the more likely it was the "light" he was after.

With hope, Shibusawa Ryuhiko completely lost interest in continuing to play with the forces of Yokohama. He directly used the convenience of the mist to volatilize all the reagents into the air, causing the concentration of elements in several specific areas to skyrocket several times.

I hope to see a good show of love while chasing "light".

He holds such a simple idea, like a researcher who observes mice, and there is no malicious intent in it.

The ravages of the curse spirit soon attracted people from the spell class. Shibusawa Ryuhiko hid in the dark, watching those spellcasters slaughter the spell spirits with cold eyes.

boring. boring. boring.

He wandered aimlessly, thinking about going back when he lost interest, until he wandered to an orphanage in the suburbs.

There, there are several power users resisting the attack of the curse spirits, trying to stop those curse spirits from the orphanage.

I don't remember putting reagents here, but seeing that those curse spirits are only a group of first and second grades, I think they are particles blown by the wind.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko thought indifferently, and went to observe the power users.

One adult, two children.

The adults are only using ordinary firearms, but seeing that he always flexibly dodge before the attack of the curse spirit, it must be some kind of supernatural ability that does not appear. As for the two children, one turned the cloth on his body into a sharp blade, and every time he cut it into the body of the curse, he would gouge out a piece alive, as if some monster devoured the curse; the other child directly turned his body into a white tiger, a cat Killing those curse spirits like animals, it looks unremarkable.

boring.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko thought, but in view of the adult's supernatural ability, he seemed a little interesting, he closed his eyes slightly, and the mist slowly appeared from under his feet.

Seems to be enough to enter their own collection library.

The swirling white fog gradually thickened, and the power user on the other side was still fighting unconsciously, and just before the fog was about to cover, a tiny figure from the sky fell into the battlefield like a meteor.

boom! !

A thunderous sound erupted from the front of the door, and at the same time the curse spirit was repelled, it also dissipated the lingering mist. And those mists are like solidified gelatin, after a moment of diffusion, they slowly recycle and condense.

Nakahara Naka, who was planning to let Oda Sakanosuke rush into the house with the child, suddenly stopped.

How could he forget the mist he had just seen a few hours ago.

The ochre-haired boy turned his head abruptly, and before the fog had fully condensed, his eyes locked on the figure standing on the edge of the distant woods.

"Shushi, Ze, Ryu, Yan-!!"

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, whose name was called by gnashing his teeth, tilted his head slightly, "Oh, you're the one next to that god... It's interesting to hear that your powers are too."

"Ah, is it interesting?" Zhongyuan Zhong also had blue veins on his forehead, "Answer me, where did you take Mr.

"Sir? That god?" Shibusawa Ryuhiko looked away with disinterest. "Well, does he actually like such troublesome fetters as shackles? It's really...boring."

In a few words, the surrounding fog has almost completely shrouded the Central Plains, and a red crystal faintly emerged from his chest.

"However, since that's the case, he should be happy when you go back with the power you left behind." Shibusawa Ryuhiko said, causing the fog to completely cover the entire area.

And just as he expected, there was no sound coming from the place where the fog shrouded.

With the ability of gravity, it would be quite easy to turn back into a normal human body——

A red-glowing stone shot out of the fog, disturbing the thick white fog all the way, and smashed **** Shibusawa Ryuhiko's face.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who reacted very quickly, immediately activated the ability to strengthen defense in his collection, but he was still a step behind. of trees.

"...Huh?" Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who had long hair spread out and fell to the ground, didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, but just stared at the end of the thick fog, and in the field of vision, the ochre-haired boy Step by step out of the thick fog.

"I thought how difficult it would be." Zhongyuan Zhong, who had red and black patterns on his face, also looked down at Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who fell to the ground, "If you can press it back, your power is probably at this level. "

His hand was pressing on his chest, and on top of that, a bright red crystal was slowly returning to his chest reluctantly.

"...You can actually fight against your own abilities?" Shibusawa Ryuhiko said in disbelief.

"What is confrontation, this is my own supernatural ability, and it is your turn to control it." Zhongyuan Zhong said disdainfully. At this time, he finally showed a little bit of his Zhong Yuan brother's spirit, and fiercely compared to Shibusawa Ryuhiko. With his middle finger, he said in a vicious voice, "Hey, tell me where my husband is, or I'll hit you until you're willing!"

"That kind of thing, that kind of thing is fine." Shibusawa Ryuhiko stood up staggeringly, with an unprecedented frenzy in his eyes, "Show me, show me more, you Resist the will of your own supernatural powers!"

In his hands, a large number of crystals are ready to go.

Zhongyuan Zhongya's face also sank.

"It seems that you have chosen the latter path." The boy said, the red light on his body skyrocketed.

Their figures collided.

On the other hand, Fyodor's dialogue with God continued.

"Ah, of course this is a joke, don't worry about that." Fyodor said with a smile, "Don't let it collapse so completely", "I know that even if I say so, Zhongli You won't believe me, sir."

"The world has never been your weight, but your balance. Does the increase or decrease of the weight have anything to do with the wear and tear of the balance?" Zhong Li said calmly, "Therefore, the most correct way, You should be left here."

Fyodor chuckled, "Would you do this?"

"I will, but it doesn't make sense."

Zhong Li raised his eyes and looked at him, "After all, if your body is not here, what's the use of leaving a talisman paper?"

The Russian boy's body suddenly burst into flames.

The flames that ignited were ominous black, and the rich magic power spread in the air with the burning, and even the body composed of the magic power was burned and twisted.

There was no surprise on Zhong Li's face.

From the first moment of meeting, he saw through the fact that Fyodor in front of him was not his real body. At this time, he was just staring at the talisman paper that was the core of his body, watching the last magic power burn out.

"Mr. Zhongli, you are an enlightened god, and it was a pleasure to chat with you." Across the flames, Fyodor's voice was still vaguely heard, "It's just that you are not what I expected after all, which is a pity. "

"Next time we meet, maybe..."

The rest of his words dissipated in the depths of that flame.

The talisman paper fell quietly, and was swallowed by the space door that suddenly appeared on the opposite chair, and even the last trace of existence was erased.

Zhong Li took a sip of the cold black tea in his hand.

At this time, the door of the hall suddenly opened, and a group of people wearing anti-terrorism costumes filed in with firearms. The firearms in their hands were neatly aimed at all parts of the room, but they found that in addition to the task target on the chair, this The room was empty.

A young man in military uniform came last.

The young man has black hair that is slightly raised, and a long knife hangs around his waist. The three plum petals under his left eye are particularly eye-catching.

The expressionless young man walked to Zhong Li's side, and meticulously gave a standard military salute to Zhong Li, who was drinking tea slowly.

"I'm an action member of the military and police special unit [Hound Dog], Suehiro Tiechang." The young man said, "Mr. Zhongli, the Mr. Dazai said that he would like to invite you home for dinner."

His voice was calm as if he was reciting the text in a serious manner.