I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Mori Owai came and went quickly, and after getting the information he wanted, he quickly left with Alice.

Since he messed up all the pieces on the chessboard while talking and pretending that nothing happened, it's hard to say whether he was afraid of Zhongli taking him to the next game.

The uncles left and right are also gone. The funeral home is in the off-season recently, and there is no need to go to work on Saturdays and Sundays. Zhong Li led his child Shi Shiran back home.

Zhongyuan Zhong also rejected Zhong Li's proposal to take over the shopping bag, and he controlled the supernatural power to carry two large bags in his hand, claiming that this could exercise his supernormal power.

"I'm still too weak." Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his head and said solemnly, "If possible, I would like to help Mr. as soon as possible. - At least not at a critical moment."

Zhong Li had no intention of attacking the enthusiasm of the child, so he restrained and encouraged a few words. Zhongyuan Zhong also seemed to have received some great reward, with a happy smile on his face, his short legs strode fast for a while, and he walked in the front with two big bags holding his head high.

At first glance, this scene looks a bit like an unscrupulous adult squeezing a child, but this is Yokohama, and passers-by don't even have the interest to turn their heads to take a look, and only occasionally give extremely hidden glances.

There are too many such innocuous sights, and both of them ignore it directly.

The street where the house is located is not far from Chinatown, and it was quickly walked there. Zhongli took out the key from his pocket and opened the door of the house.

This house has long since been completely different from where it started.

The original old furniture was replaced with new ones when the funds were sufficient. With Zhongli's insistence, the new furniture was clean, elegant and ergonomically comfortable; the most appropriate place on the wall hung the furniture made by Zhongli in his spare time. The calligraphy and painting complement the beautiful china on the cabinet; in the ventilated and shady corner, a few pots of well-tended orchids are placed there, and the beautiful leaves sway gently with the airflow, slightly covering the handmade cat litter behind.

On this basis, Zhongyuan Zhongyuan’s favorite game consoles and CD-ROMs are stacked under the TV cabinet, childish watercolor paintings are placed on the table by glass frames, and frequently read books are neatly stacked on the small coffee table beside the sofa. There is also a small notebook for writing notes.

Even Edogawa Ranpo, who had been staying for a short period of time, put two large boxes in the corner, one for snacks and one for his various small toys.

This is already a qualified place to call "home".

After entering the house, Zhongyuan Zhong also put on his household slippers and came to the snack box first, reached out and lifted the lid, ready to put the newly bought snacks in.

"Ah, the boxes are full, why are you still in the camp..." Zhongyuan Zhong also complained in a low voice, while he worked tirelessly to stuff the newly bought snacks into it.

On the other side, Zhong Li put the ingredients in the refrigerator, and after hearing the words, he replied, "Although Luanbu is talented and intelligent, his mind is straightforward and pure, especially when it comes to liking, it is not surprising that he is more temperamental."

Zhongyuanzhong also said in disapproval: "But this is too unhealthy!"

"Indeed. So does Zhong also know how to deal with this?"

This kind of random teaching happens from time to time, and Zhongyuan Zhong also adapts and immediately starts to think hard, "Well... put away all the snacks? No, random steps will definitely cause trouble. Limit the daily consumption? Set rewards and punishments Mechanism? Ranbu is so smart, it feels like it will be used in reverse, hmm..."

Leaving plenty of time for the boy to think about it, when Zhongyuan Zhong also thought about it, Zhong Li took out the extra rice from the refrigerator that he specially cooked at noon.

"Just make the meal tastier than the snack. How about a rice pudding at night?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes lit up, "Okay!"

To put it plainly, rice pudding is steamed with rice mixed with milk, supplemented with common dessert ingredients such as sugar and cinnamon powder.

It's just that although the process is simple and easy to do, the ratio of materials and the control of the heat still require some consideration. When the cooked puddings are put into bowls, the sky just happens to be dark.

"Why didn't Ranbu come back?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the scenery outside the window with some unease, worried that Edogawa Ranbu was kidnapped by the silver-haired swordsman who was not easy to mess with.

Although the other party gave him a very good first impression, and he was still helping them when he appeared, it was hard to guarantee that he was not a dupe. He listened to Luanbu's words and let the boy follow him alone because he trusted the latter's IQ, not the swordsman's character.

The three-flowered cat who came to eat the meal quietly jumped to Zhongyuan Zhongyao's side, and put its front paws on the boy's leg, as if giving silent comfort. Zhongyuan Zhong also picked up the cat and stroked the cat's fur skillfully.

"It's a bit late today, order Mo Jin."

The three-flowered cat meowed softly, and he didn't know whether he understood it or not.

Just then, there was a regular knock on the door at the entrance.

There is a key for chaotic steps, and even if it is lost, it will not knock on the door so restrained, so it will not be chaotic steps outside the door. Zhongyuan Zhong also restrained the soft expression on his face, and trotted over to open the door.

Relying on the strength of his family members, he is usually too lazy to use gravity to float up and look at the cat's eye.

"Who... how is it you?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the person outside the door in astonishment, "You actually came in through the main door today?"

The red-haired boy outside the door tilted his head, "Ah, because today is a serious visit, I also brought a souvenir."

Saying that, he took out something wrapped in kraft paper from the bag and handed it over. It looked like two books.

It was Oda Sakunosuke who was standing outside the door.

I don't know what he thought after that first encounter, and he will occasionally come here this year. Most of them come to eat, and if they are injured, they will bandage a wound by the way.

It's just that as an aimless killer, he basically goes out to do tasks. Most of the time he comes here is because he passes by at the end of the task. With Zhongli's permission, he opened the window and entered the house.

Zhongyuan Zhong also always felt that there was something strange about Oda Sakunosuke who was walking through the main gate today, but he couldn't tell. So I had to take the book as a gift first and put the person in.

Sakunosuke Oda who entered the door obediently greeted Zhongli who came out of the kitchen: "Mr. Zhongli."

"Sakanosuke." Zhong Li saw at a glance that the red-haired boy in front of him seemed to have changed, but he was not busy breaking it, but said, "Sit down first, have you had dinner?"

Oda Sakunosuke sat on the chair obediently and shook his head, "I'm not hungry, thank you Mr. Zhongli for your concern. Compared to eating, I have some questions to ask you."

Not that those squiggly teenagers always go straight to the topic.

The other party sincerely asked for advice, and Zhong Li would not refuse. He sat upright on the opposite side and raised his hand to signal.

"Speaking."

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw that they had something to say, poured tea for them sensible, and went to the living room thoughtfully, leaving space for the two of them.

"Mr. Zhongli."

The red-haired boy paused after saying a name, as if he was organizing the language, and said slowly after a while, "I read a book recently."

As if he had finally decided where to start, Oda Sakunosuke's words became much smoother after saying this.

"The book is wonderful and beautiful, but unfortunately there are only the first volume and the middle volume. I searched for the second volume in the bookstore for a long time, but I found nothing."

"The second volume was given to me by a kind gentleman, and the second volume was unsurprisingly wonderful, but the ending was cut."

"I can't see why the killer in the book says 'no more killing'."

The clear voice echoed in the room with the fragrance of tea, and Zhong Li listened quietly.

"And the gentleman told me to let me write that ending myself. He said I... 'have the qualifications to describe humans.'"

The young man stared blankly at the palm of his hand, which was covered with thin calluses left by holding a gun all the year round, and the blood of the dead once converged into a river in the delicate palm lines.

"Mr. Zhongli, do I really have that qualification?"

He asked Zhong Li, and he seemed to be asking himself.

Zhong Li stared at the young man on the eve of breaking his cocoon, and asked softly, "Why does Tsukanosuke think that I can answer this question?"

"Ah..." Oda Sakunosuke was stunned by the unexpected answer.

"The so-called 'qualification' is the scale that people set for themselves." Zhong Li said, "People put morality and conscience on the balance of the soul, and their sins on the other end, blindly seeing the inclination of the scale as 'qualification' ' standard. Failing to realize one thing."

"—When he can realize the existence of the balance, the 'qualification' is already in his own hands."

Oda Sakunosuke squeezed the teacup in his hand slightly, and the rippling tea reflected his blurred face.

"In my... hands?" he repeated in a low voice.

"When you are confused, just ask your heart."

Zhongli clicked on the rim of the cup, "Just like the water in this cup, no matter what kind of tea leaves are added, it is still water in its essence, that's all."

"Anyone who asks for something, has a clear conscience, that's enough."

After the water-like statement was finished, the room was quiet for a while, except for the kettle that was about to boil in the kitchen still making a "swoosh" sound.

It's like there's something brewing about to bloom.

"Actually, I don't quite understand that feeling."

After thinking for a while, Oda Sakunosuke pondered and said slowly, "But Mr. Zhongli's words are very reasonable, so I will think about it. ——I will think about it until the day I can see my soul."

The boy's tone was sincere, and Zhong Li drank the tea calmly, "It's so good."

A faint helpless smile appeared on Oda Sakunosuke's face, "You're always like this... But thank you, Mr. Zhongli."

Oda Sakunosuke, who had a way forward, left quickly.

Zhongli came to the living room after he left.

Zhongyuan Zhong, who had left earlier, had also unpacked the gift, and was looking at the two books while holding the three-flowered cat. When he saw Zhongli coming, he happily raised the book in his hand and said, "Sir, Tsukanosuke's The book is so interesting! Although I still have a lot of uncommon Chinese characters that I can't read..."

Books can change a person's behavior, character and future.

Zhongli looked at Zhongyuan Zhongya who was talking non-stop in high spirits, and remembered something that he wanted to put on the agenda for a long time, but put it on hold for a long time because the previous Zhongyuan Zhongya couldn't speak well.

"Zhongye," he said, "how about going to school in order to fully understand the words in the book?"

"……Hey?"

The words that he had never thought of made the boy stunned for a moment.

on what? What to study?

On the other side, Edogawa Ranbu killed the third bowl of red bean mochi under the serious gaze of the silver-haired man.

- Red beans in it.

"Wanbu, aren't you going home yet?" the man said with a headache.

Not to mention the issue of money, an old-fashioned person like him sees such a foolish way of eating as Edogawa's reckless steps, and it is almost a hallucination to the extent that his stomach will be twisted, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is visual torture.

Edogawa raised his head in a hurry, moved his cheeks like a small hamster, and swallowed the red beans in his mouth.

"Don't worry, uncle, my guardians must now know the reason why I didn't go back, and they won't delay their dinner." He reassured him without any sincerity. "It's better that I go back now and then I'm going to the bar."

The silver-haired man almost wrote a question mark on his face.

Edogawa Ranbu didn't explain what he meant, and burrowed his head again, "I don't want to go back. I'm already an adult Ranbu who can earn money to support my family, and I don't want to be with a bunch of idiots since I'm out of low-level fun. Crowded middle school classrooms."

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