I, Zhongli, Wander the World

What is the magic world?

It was a corrupt society that still followed the old tradition handed down from Ping An Jing in a society ruled by law, held private soldiers and the death penalty, and insisted on the joint rule of the family when the Chinese disappeared.

Illegal, unreasonable, illegal.

A gathering place for a group of rotten and pus-bleeding social worms.

"His xx's magic world."

Okura Yezi gave an irritated "tsk" and threw the paper full of information onto the seat next to him.

The road sign outside the window quickly disappeared behind him as the car drove on. Yakura Okura rested his chin in one hand and watched the green road sign with the sign "Yokohama, 200m" flashing past in a bored way.

"Count the time, have they come to the door?" She suddenly asked the driver in front.

The driver's gentle breathing stagnated for a while, and he glanced at Okura Yezi's expressionless face through the rearview mirror, and said cautiously: "No, Lord Yezi, the monitoring team on China Street has not heard from the monitoring team at the moment. any news."

"Hey—" Okura Yezi curled the ends of his hair and said in a long tone, "It's not stupid to say that, the scum of the port mafia."

Instead of rushing to the front of Yokohama as soon as they arrive, they dormant for the time being. This kind of action with such a little brain, I don't think that the group of arrogant fools in the magic world can do it.

The driver shrank his neck and did not dare to answer.

Japan's strongest supernatural special forces, [Hound] vice-captain Yeko Okura, is famous for her moody personality along with her powerful strength. Even if they were both officials, the driver didn't want to touch Okura Yeko's bad head just because of casual conversations.

The notification sound of the communicator sounded at this moment, Okura Yezi pressed the call button, pinched the microphone with **** and brought it to his face.

"Sir, gunshots and explosions were heard from the orphanage at coordinates (106, 09), and the target was suspected to have contacted and clashed."

The report with the rustling sound of electricity came out from the communicator, Okura Yezi's eyes widened, he suddenly straightened up, and slapped the back of the driver's back seat with a slap.

The poor driver was so terrified that he was tensed up like a frightened quail in the driver's seat.

"Did you hear Matsuno-kun! They actually went to the orphanage!" Okura Yezi laughed wildly and covered his stomach as if he had heard some super funny joke, "It's a shame that I praised them for their brains just now, it's not the same Incurably stupid?"

Maybe it's a genetic or evolutionary issue, the ancient psychic was not as powerful as the modern psychic. Those aristocratic magicians have deep-rooted discrimination against "ordinary people without magic power", including power users, even power users who can see and even use power to remove curse spirits, in their opinion, it is nothing but They are just ordinary people with talents. If they are not introduced into the magic world, they still cannot be counted as beings on the same level as them.

They believe that they are superior to others, and they have never faced the rapid changes in this world, nor have they faced the power and strength of the increasingly powerful abilities and ordinary people. Or maybe there are some smart people who have discovered it, but they are surrounded by the "correct majority", and they are soft-spoken.

It's just like the old pedantic Chinese who would rather be drunk and die in their dreams than open their eyes.

"It's decided." Okura Yezi wiped the tears from his laughter and leaned back in the seat in a good mood. "You don't need to go to the temporary base, Matsuno-kun. If you plan ahead, send me directly to Chinatown."

"Those idiots have given me such a good opportunity, how can I not take advantage of it?"

The original plan was suddenly changed, but Matsuno, an old driver who often drove for these unconventional special forces members, did not panic at all. Even though Yokohama Chinatown was actually the furthest away from their original destination, he rubbed the traffic lights all the way and counted down, and successfully arrived at the Chinatown Funeral Home before it got completely dark.

When the car was parked in front of the funeral parlor, apprentice Osamu Dazai was holding a broom and cleaning the dust in front of the door.

After a few months of getting along, Dazai Osamu has already successfully integrated himself into the atmosphere of the funeral home. He has almost no flaws in pretending to be cute and good, and it is logical to obtain the privilege of being lazy and slippery and even walking around with Zhongli in his spare time.

The only small problem is that he pretended to be too successful, and when he occasionally showed a little bit of his nature tentatively, he was almost scared to hide under the table by Master He's fiery concern.

"Zai, although in our culture, coffins also have the meaning of promotion and fortune, but lying in a coffin is still unlucky, you know? According to the traditional interpretation of dreams, even a dream of a coffin has two different interpretations, not to mention reality. ...What the **** are you running for! Listen to me-"

Osamu Dazai never wanted to experience the shameful experience of being chased and nagging by a strange grown-up who, for some reason, always liked to read his surname.

Even running out to sweep the floor this time was initiated by him in order to avoid He Yao's talk.

"Ah, then again, according to tradition, shouldn't this atmosphere be like a haiku or something?" The boy muttered softly as he looked at the street that was getting empty because of the night, and then immediately shrugged in self-denial, "No way. Cherry Blossom Road, what's a good sentence for shredding paper scraps all over the place?"

Saying that, he turned his head nonchalantly and said with a smile, "Are you right? This military police lady?"

The young lady from the military police who was approaching was obviously only about the same age as him, but her aura was much stronger than that of many adults. The iron blood and arrogance that filled the body of a young girl was enough to make a criminal with an unstable will. Double battle.

"According to tradition, you should welcome me in now and find someone who can handle it, the young master of Aomori." Okura Yezi raised his eyebrows and said.

Aomori's young master.

A name that he hadn't heard for a long time made Osamu Dazai's eyes darken, and then he turned into a business smile, "But we're already closed at this time? Sister, why don't you come back another day? If there's a corpse or something, just leave it alone. It won't be bad for two days, will it?"

"Of course the corpse won't rot, but polluting the environment is not a happy thing. -Especially when it's polluted into his own fields." Okura Yezi said meaningfully.

"Well, that's what I said, but the field's self-purification ability is quite outstanding." Dazai Osamu tilted his head innocently, his emotionless kite-colored eyes narrowed with a smile, "It's you, Miss Military Police. What do you want to do when you go to someone else's house to bury a body?"

"...I don't have a hobby of burying corpses indiscriminately."

"Wow, did you cheat the corpse and run away? I've learned a lot."

Gee, tough little brat.

As a qualified military police officer, Yeko Okura knew about Zhongli and all the relevant personnel from intelligence as early as when he first took over the mission, including Osamu Dazai.

But I didn't expect the real person to be several times harder than the intelligence.

"You really should learn how to entertain guests. Haven't your adults taught you this?"

Okura Yeko, who had a bad temper, simply stopped talking nonsense with Dazai Osamu, and went to the funeral home after bypassing the teenager, "So a little kid like you—"

The words that came to an abrupt end were accompanied by a heightened perspective. Okura Yezi, who had suddenly lost the effect of his supernatural powers, turned his head suddenly, and saw that stinky child was clutching the corner of his clothes with one hand, looking over. The damned twinkle in his eyes.

"Wow, little sister." The stinky child exclaimed in exaggerated tone, "I didn't expect you to be called elder sister!"

Okura Yeko's ability [breath of the soul] can change the age of herself and the creatures she touches at will. In order to facilitate her actions, she usually fixes her age to the form of a young girl. The age is not enough for her. It's a number that can be played around at will.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't care about her real age.

Pulling the corner of his clothes back, Okura Yezi quickly adjusted back to the form of a young girl, so angry that her ponytail almost turned up.

"You stinky bastard—"

"Zhisheng is lively, but it's a bit rude, sorry."

The deep voice sounded, Okura Yezi was slightly startled, and the kid in front of him threw the broom in his hand without any accident, made a face before leaving, and ran behind him in three steps.

Okura Yeko turned his head away.

The target of her trip, Mr. Zhong Li, who was targeted by the magic world and who was suspected of being a "transcendent" in the information, was standing behind her, looking at him lightly.

As a hound, she didn't even notice.

"Miss is here to find me." Zhongli nodded, "This is not a suitable place to talk, if you don't dislike it, you can move to the Manxianglou next door, how about it?"

Manxianglou is a restaurant on another street in China Street. It is more formal than a funeral home for conversations, but...

"Before that, let's ask a question." Okura Yeko, who had adjusted his mood, pulled the brim of his hat and said with a serious face, "Do you know what the energy of 'Araha vomit' looks like to those magicians? "

[Araba Spit] What's it like?

Looking at the expressions of the two sorcerers in front of them, it is obvious that it is not a good-looking form.

Sakunosuke Oda, who was holding a gun, stood at the front, protecting the Nakahara Nakaya and Akutagawa brothers and sisters behind him, but he still couldn't block the sight of the two magicians stabbing at Nakahara Nakaya.

It's just that they didn't say anything. Instead, after looking at each other, they turned and walked away without any hesitation.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that the two uninvited guests had completely left, Oda Sakanosuke breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly lowered the arm holding the gun.

"Aren't you hurt?" He turned to look at the children who were behind him.

Zhongyuan Zhong also shook his head, "No, Mr. Oda came in time."

"They came for Mr. Zhongli!" Akutagawa Ryunosuke said angrily, the child's forehead jumped with anger, and even the ugly little doll in his arms was twisted, "Why are they—"

Akutagawa Gin worriedly grabbed his brother's hand so hard that he almost crushed the little doll.

This Rashomon-like doll was given to him by Mr. Zhongli. If it broke, it would be his own brother who would regret it.

Oda Sakanosuke also hurriedly reassured Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who was about to explode with anger, and took time to look worriedly at Nakahara Nakaya, who bowed his head after saying those words.

Zhongyuan Zhong also did not notice Oda Sakanosuke's gaze.

He was recalling the sight of the two sorcerers that had changed since he used the power.

This look at something is unfamiliar and familiar. Familiar is because he has faced this kind of sight before, and unfamiliar is because... he has only experienced this kind of sight once.

At the wedding a few years ago, the curser who was in trouble looked at him with this look.