I, Zhongli, Wander the World

At the beginning, the Zen Yuan did not believe in the authenticity of this matter.

"Mr. Zhongli has been sealed? Is that kid in the Central Plains of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man?" Zhen Er, who had returned home that day, looked at the latest information on his phone while poking at the plums on the rice, "...Today is April Fool's Day? "

"It's June now, Dad," reminded Chanyuan Hui, who was also having dinner.

Chanyuan Shi Er frowned and stared at the piece of information, clicked on the phone and started to make a call.

Busy, busy, busy.

The telephone lines of all the relevant personnel he could think of were busy, not only Zhongli and Zhongyuan Zhongya, but Edogawa Ranpo, Dazai Osamu, and even the hotline of the detective agency were busy.

The complexion of the Zen Temple became serious.

After eating only half of dinner, he went to the High School of Cursing Arts overnight to check, but learned that the military and police on the official side had already been dispatched. The five evils of heaven and man stole "Tian Yuan", assassinated official personnel, and plotted against the gods in the magic world. At the scene where those high-level officials were killed, traces that had not been concealed in the Central Plains could be found everywhere.

As for Mr. Zhongli, who is said to be sealed...

The magic tool used for the seal was recovered by the Five Decays of Heaven and Man long before the official response. Even when they learned that the "God" was sealed, it was a merciful explanation in the anonymous letter sent by the other party.

[Now that the gods are under seal, and the accident that gets in the way is finally gone, let's play a game. ] The letter said in an extremely provocative tone, [The virus called "co-devour" will be launched in forty-eight hours, instantly swallowing up all the vitality connecting the two sides, Zhong Ye-jun has already carried the virus to hide, then, do you have that? Ability to kill Gojo Satoru before he dies? 】

Gojo Satoru that kid is going to die.

Another piece of information that looked like a joke appeared in front of the Zen Temple.

And this time, Wujo Wuling Chanyuan, who was weakly lying on the hospital bed, could no longer escape this fact.

Along with that, the previously unbelievable information also appeared in my mind again.

"I still don't think that kid is the five evils of heaven and man."

After being silent for a long time, the Zen Yuan said to Xia Youjie: "The Central Plains also cannot take action against Mr. Zhongli, nor can he have the will to do terrorists with no future. There must be something wrong with the evidence."

And Xia Youjie, whose best friend passed out, just looked at him calmly.

"It is said that there is a problem, but in fact no one can find out the doubt." The cursed magician who has grown into a young man said, "What's more, it is not a question of whether I believe it or not, some things must be done by someone."

Can't you just talk about something?

Chanyuan Shi Er originally wanted to say this, but looking at the young man's unusual eyes, he swallowed it again.

Xia Youjie seemed to be better at talking than Wutiaowu, but the Chanyuan who had been dealing with him for so many years naturally knew that once the other party became stubborn and even surpassed that six-eyed, his current state was no longer able to talk with his mouth alone.

So, to stop it?

When this thought arises, the wife and children at home appear simultaneously in my mind.

He is no longer alone, and any actions must take into account his family. Chen Yuan's experience doomed him to distrust any high-level system in the system. He did not think that once he showed a tendency to stand in the team, those high-level leaders would turn a blind eye to the family who could restrain him.

Once the beast-like man is bound, the defense that has no weakness will have the softest flaw.

Unless someone keeps those ties in a safe place, so that he has no worries.

"About this, don't bother you."

Once again, he competed with the curse spirit and retreated. After listening to Xia Youjie's question, the Zen Yuan Shi Er took the knife back, and took out the super-grade curse tool Youyun from the ugly mouth on his shoulder, "I will be killed by Lao Tzu. Just beat it up, clear your head and take it, you don't need to think about other things."

Could it be that he should tell Xia Youjie how the Dazai kid who suddenly contacted him hid people in a safe place?

Saying that, Chanyuan Xirer couldn't hold back, and said sarcastically, "What's more, do you think things clearly now?"

Xia Youjie's face gradually darkened.

They fought again.

And above the 10,000-meter altitude where their battle point is, a private satellite is continuously transmitting real-time images of the battle from a distance through a signal connection to a nearby monitoring device.

"As long as you have money, everything that can be settled with money is not a problem." Fitzgerald, who was sitting upright in his seat, raised a glass of red wine to the surveillance screen and said, "Mr. Hua Guo bought a batch of high-end tea, do you want some?"

"Take your trouble, it's just so-called follow the local customs, and occasionally a cup of Western black tea, accompanied by this delicate dessert, is also a unique flavor." The young boy sitting on the other seat held a bone china filled with black tea. Teacup, so to speak.

Fitzgerald laughed heartily, "You're right, just right, the chef on this [Beluga Whale] has changed to a new one, and he is best at all kinds of western-style desserts, Mr. Zhong Li wants to try it ?"

"I am looking forward."

Fitzgerald, a tall and flamboyant American man, has such respect for the black-haired and blond-eyed Mrs. Zheng who is sitting on the other chair, how strange this picture looks.

John Steinbeck, who newly joined Fitzgerald's organization [Group], looked left and right, but couldn't help but poked at Lovecraft, who was also staring at Zhengtai: "What the **** is that boy? What's going on? Why is the commander's attitude towards him so... strange?"

He has been curious since the head of the regiment brought them to meet the Zhengtai. Their head of the regiment is rich enough to be rude to politicians. Now he not only respects a child, but also welcomes the other party. The secret weapon of the combination [Moby Dick], and even discussed some topics that sounded very bad.

Lovecraft, who looked listless, took a moment to realize that John was talking to him. He slowly looked back and said in the same slow tone: "He's... Zhongli. The breath is very comfortable..."

John, who didn't know the truth, looked at him strangely, "...Do you know what you're talking about?"

Lovecraft who didn't understand what he was thinking:?

Margaret Mitchell, who was also sitting here, put down the teacup in her hand, glared at both of them, and lowered her voice angrily: "Although I don't know why He became like this, but that A 'Mr. Zhongli' is not something you can arrange at will, I will explain it separately later, shut up now!"

Her two colleagues are really crazy to say such a small talk about that "god"!

Margaret, who was born in a declining family, knows a lot better than these two mud legs. What kind of power is the **** who has turned into a small boy now, she may know the most except Fitzgerald. .

Therefore, she did not dare to show the slightest disrespect to Zhongli.

Zhong Li didn't care what the "juniors" over there were saying, let alone Fitzgerald, who was only an ordinary person without the blessing of supernatural abilities. The blond man looked at this little Zhengtai, whose body has become smaller but still can't be underestimated, and said casually: "But it's really an accident, you will let it go completely."

"The best way to fight against 'Book' is to officially withdraw from the script that originally belonged to 'Book', and keep yourself out of sight of the 'Writer'." Zhong Li looked at the screen on the monitor and said, " When the 'writer' is unaware of the existence of such a person, how can he control it through the 'book'?"

"not to mention…"

The screen on the monitor was switched, and this time, what appeared was a wanted warrant hanging on the black market with the portrait of Zhongyuan Zhongyao.

"The young birds that have lost their feathers always try to leave the nest. This is not only my expectation, but also their hope." The little boy said softly, "I believe in them."

"—Like trust me?" Fitzgerald winked humorously. "To be honest, I've been a little surprised until now that you can find me at a time like this."

Zhong Li retracted his gaze from the screen and looked at Fitzgerald seriously, "When the interests are sufficient and consistent, businessmen who are good at profit-seeking are always the most trustworthy, not to mention Mr. Fitzgerald's balance. It's not just money that's on display."

"...Yeah." Speaking of this, Fitzgerald's expression turned gloomy, "Curse breeding is not good for my business, and I don't want me or my family to be controlled by some inexplicable 'war weapon' ."

The actions of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, whether it is a curse spirit or a great command, have truly touched Fitzgerald's bottom line.

He worked hard to make money, not to let an inexplicable person throw away his money.

"If I hadn't been here, Mr. Fitzgerald would never have stepped into this game, and naturally it was not within the scope of the writer's plan." Zhong Li didn't know what to think, a subtle expression raised on his face. With a smile, "From this perspective, we are a natural alliance."

One who actively entered the game and then got out of the game, and the other who was in the blind spot of the leader's line of sight from the very beginning, what was even more commendable was the alignment of interests, which was indeed the perfect alliance partner.

"The people in the group are secretly investigating and cleaning up the drugs that catalyze the magic spirits. The preliminary conclusion is that it was developed by a person named 'N', who had participated in the research of 'Araba vomit'. Experiment." Fitzgerald tapped the report on the table and said, "According to you, I didn't let them clean up those drugs too much, only limited the scope of influence that could be investigated."

"It's enough to keep it at the speed of forcing out the [Grand Order]." Zhong Li said, "Now those 'people who want to believe in the blessed land of cherry blossoms' are under the influence of the 'book' and truly believe in the blessed land of cherry blossoms, want to To change this status quo, in addition to forcibly breaking the restrictions, it also needs enough evidence."

"And since ancient times, as long as it is done, it will definitely leave traces."

Blessed Yingchi is different from any previous enemy.

The trouble with him was never his strength, but his unattainable positive reputation among the crowd.

And these traces will serve as the most sufficient evidence to reveal to those who are deceived by "books" and those who think that their interests are one.

The airship-style supernatural creature named [Beluga Whale] swam above the sky and uttered a song that human ears could not hear.

This is a "fortress" that is outside the control of the "book" and is independent of the sky.