I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Today is a rare good weather.

"Kamonin" casually wears a feather weave, sits under the porch and watches the elegant landscaping in the courtyard, and occasionally sips a cup of tea at the right temperature.

On the surface it looks very laid back.

However, only the "Kamonin" himself knew to what extent his body had been oppressed by the "curse".

From time to time, the stones that grow out of the flesh and blood have greatly robbed the body of nutrients. Even if it is coughed up in time, it will inevitably be scratched by sharp edges and corners. At the same time, his bones are gradually transforming into minerals. The transformation process is slow but irreversible. It has grown so heavy that it is almost impossible to turn over by himself.

When this body completely dies, all the bones in his body will become fossils.

"Kamonin" raised his forearm and slowly extended his hand into the sun. Under the sunlight, the emaciated hand showed a deadly pale, withered skin wrapped tightly around the bones, stretched to the point of almost reflecting.

This is all thanks to that god.

Now even this body has reached its limit.

Time to prepare for the next body. The Gojo family has Five Gospels, and the risk of being seen through by the Six Eyes is not considered. So, in order to grasp the trend of the senior management of the magic world, are you continuing to look for Kamo? Or a Zen Temple?

"Kamonin" thought, and at the same time keenly noticed some unusual movements in the vestibule.

"Wait! You can't trespass without permission! Stop... ah!"

It sounded like some uninvited guest broke in. Not only did he move his hand, but he also got closer and closer to the yard.

The disturbed "Kamonin" looked in the noisy direction, frowning unhappily.

The gate of the courtyard was kicked open arrogantly, and a young girl with tea hair in a military uniform walked in struttingly, and raised her head at the "Kamonin" who was sitting still, "Are you a Kamonin?"

"Kamoning people" had no interest in being with the power user Xu and Wei Snake, and nodded coldly, "I am."

"We have evidence that you are related to the case of extradition of dangerous elements and murder of Astral Plasma. Now please come with me." Okura Yeko said, a sinister smile appeared on his tender face, "Of course, As a special type of criminal, you don't have the right to choose, if you don't want to, I will fight until you want to."

- "That's what happened."

Wujogo's tone on the phone was as excited as a high school girl who is eager to share gossip with others. Zhong Li could almost imagine the other party's excited look through his voice.

"That group of old oranges have done all their bad things, probably never thought that someone could control them, right? I heard that the uncle of the military and police is very tough, and the evidence is super sufficient. To establish an official department to supervise and thoroughly investigate the magic world, and to revise relevant laws, the first thing is to abolish the private death penalty..."

That schadenfreude gushing endlessly, as if Blessed Ying was madly deprived of his interests as the next head of the Wujo family.

Of course, he really doesn't care about that.

"This will always happen, but it's just a matter of time and night." Sitting in the exclusive lounge of the funeral home, Zhong Li teased the little thrush standing on the shelf with bird food, and said, "There is no need for two contradictory sets in one country. The rules coexist, otherwise the original intention of legislation will be lost due to conflict. Incorporating the official, although the magic circle will inevitably hurt, it will be positive in the long run."

"Yeah... Indeed." Gojo Satoru, who was taking the politics class by the way, pondered, "But the attitude of Lord Tian Yuan is equally important. If he hadn't sent a letter to support the official intervention before the closure of the Xingxing Palace, I still don't know about those old people. What kind of trouble is the orange going to be like. Xiao Lizi is also exempted from assimilation because of the closure of the Xingxing Palace, but it saves me the effort to hide her."

After experiencing a beautiful experience, Tian Riko finally chose to live, and Tian Yuan's subtle attitude happened to ensure that the girl did not have to live a life of hiding in the east.

The well-fed little Thrush already lay down on his hands, Zhong Li stroked the fluff on the little thing's stomach with his thumb, and said, "This is very good, but it's not safe to just rely on others' attitude. The transformation is both turbulent and an opportunity, if Satoru wants to settle Riko safely, he needs to…”

Dazai Osamu silently closed the open door.

He looked at the person and the cat beside him with a heavy expression, "Do you see it clearly?"

The three-flowered cat squatting on the ground yawned, and Zhongyuan Zhong, who was standing beside him, also looked embarrassed.

"Dazai, I still don't think it's good for you." Zhongyuan Zhong also hesitated to dissuade him, "Mr. likes Yundai very much..."

Dazai Osamu covered his face exaggeratedly, "My God, Chuya, you actually called that bird's name! Could it be that you have already been attacked?"

"What do you mean by being attacked! Dazai Oji, what are you thinking about!" Zhongyuan Zhong was also angry.

"What about some gold?" Osamu Dazai crouched down reluctantly and stretched his claws at the innocent kitten, "Don't you think that bird threatens your mascot's status?"

Sanhua cat responded with a "meow", and by the way, turned around to avoid Dazai Osamu's hand, and ran to the corner to lick his hair leisurely.

Shows the meaning of refusal.

"...I'm going to review my homework." Zhongyuan Zhong, who felt that Dazai was extremely bored, also turned around, and finally left a sincere piece of advice that belonged to his peers: "Be mature, it's just an innocent bird after all."

Sanhua Mao, who was forced to open for business, left with Zhongyuan Zhongya with a flick of his tail.

Dazai Osamu, who was left on the spot, puffed his cheeks angrily, and smiled smugly again.

"Fortunately, Zhongye just tried it by the way." He put his hands behind his head, and left here humming a song carelessly, "I didn't expect it, Zhongye, Luanbu is my real helper!"

It didn't take long for Zhong Li to agree on the phone to dawdling about and want to eat the new thick dim sum, and left Xiao Thrush on the bird shelf to go out.

After all, pets are not allowed in dim sum shops, so there's nothing you can do about it!

Dazai Osamu, who had a good plan, sneaked into the lounge and used the glass cover he had prepared for a long time to buckle the small thrush inside.

The thrush that was dozing off was so frightened that his hair exploded, and he saw Osamu Dazai looking at it with a smile on his face outside, and immediately began to tap the glass cover with his beak and wings in anger.

"Yeah, don't worry, little thing, what do you think this is?" Dazai Osamu took out a snack box with the words "Bird の Flavor" from behind like a magic trick.

As expected of the snack that is said to be the most popular among birds, Osamu Dazai watched with satisfaction as Little Thrush calmed down instantly, and Doudou stared straight at the box in his hand.

"Do you want to eat? Do you want to eat?" Dazai Osamu moved the snack box from left to right, and the little head of Thrush also moved back and forth, and saliva was about to flow out as he saw it.

Then it watched as Osamu Dazai grabbed the snack and stuffed it into his mouth.

thrush:! !

The human who ate its rations was still muttering to himself: "Didn't you say it's made of grains and fruits? It doesn't taste like it, and it's very hard...it's not delicious."

The super angry Thrush couldn't bear it any longer, and it almost exploded with potential. He lifted the hood with his wings and flew to Osamu Dazai's slightly curly hair to peck hard.

"Ow! I warn you to get off my head! It hurts! Don't peck! Can you hear me!"

Dazai Osamu fought tenaciously against the little bird, and suddenly the fluff and head hair flew around in the narrow space, and the movement was so loud that even Central Plains, who was reviewing his homework next door, went back and returned.

"What are you doing, Dazai, it's so noisy! It's not that you agreed, just teasing Yundai...Osamu Dazai! What are you doing, Osamu Dazai!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched in horror at the messy scene inside the room as if it had experienced an eighth-level typhoon. It almost turned into a screaming cat head, and Xiao Thrush gliding out while the door was opening, and disappeared with a flap of wings.

The flabby Dazai Zhi didn't lift his eyelids, he was extremely aggrieved and tugged at the strands of hair that were mixed with the bird's fluff on the ground, "Wuwuwu this stinky bird, my hair..."

"Didn't you provoke others first!" Zhongyuan Zhong also shouted in a collapsed way, "Stop scratching on the ground, Yun Dai was mad at you and ran away!"

"Go find it!!"

Dazai Osamu is reluctantly dragged by the anxious Zhongyuan Zhongyao to find the bird. On the other side, the bulging thrush flew far in the sky and decided to find his master.

It was getting late at this time, and the sky was full of stars. In this environment, even if the sky was clear, it was really hard for such a small bird to find a specific person in such a big city. The small thrush flew higher and higher involuntarily.

Eventually, it stopped on the windowsill of the tallest building in Yokohama, taking a closer look at the city below.

The window on the side was blocked by thick curtains, but there was still an unobstructed gap. Through the gap, there seemed to be some reflections flashing in the dimly lit room. Little Thrush turned to look at it suspiciously, but of course he didn't see anything.

It fluttered its wings again and flew towards the city with stars and lights.

"……Ok?"

Standing in the dark room, Mori Ogai glanced suspiciously at the gap in the curtains.

There seemed to be a shadow flashing there just now?

The thrush had already flown away, and there was only a clear sky with a clear view outside the gap in the curtains. Mori Owai, who didn't notice anything unusual, turned his head back naturally.

This is the bedroom dedicated to the chief of the port mafia.

On the big bed with the curtain drawn, the leader who had been tortured to the point of being withered by illness lay there, his thin chest heaving up and down with difficulty, and his breath was so weak that he seemed to be dying at any moment.

However, even if it had become like this, he almost murmured like a demon that he wanted to kill all those who disobeyed him. His bloodshot eyes stared at the top of the bed curtain, almost burning a hole there. .

Mori Owai seemed to bow respectfully to listen to the leader's order, and his eyes flickered slightly after listening to the leader's final words "to kill all the children who follow Zhongli".

"What an interesting 'appeal'." Mori Owai smiled and said in a low voice.

The leader who was tortured to the point of madness by his illness could no longer hear any sound, even if Moriouwai's scalpel was placed on his neck, there was no response.

"Then, at your command, my chief."

The silver scalpel made a perfect arc, and scarlet blood splattered on the same dark wall.

"Everyone is dead now," said the doctor at last, "in your sweet dreams."