I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Osamu Dazai was standing in an abandoned house when the impact from the sea came.

There is no dust inside the old-looking house, but the light is blocked by the wooden boards nailed to the windows. The boy fumbled on the wall with the peeled wallpaper, and pressed the switch with a "snap".

light is on.

The room with only one room can be seen at a glance. In the empty room, only a set of tables and chairs are placed against the wall, and some papers are scattered on the wooden table. Dazai Osamu stepped forward and took out one to look at it.

That's a sheet music.

The rare pure handwritten score also exudes the fragrance of ink, and the title at the top reads "Matthaus Passion" in cursive English.

Beautiful but nothing personal.

Dazai Osamu put down the paper and crouched down again, trying to check the hidden scratches on the floor.

The shock came at this moment.

The strong light couldn't be blocked even by the nailed windows. The wooden planks, which were far weaker than the walls, were only supported for a moment and then shattered. Mixed with the shattered glass, they stabbed the juvenile crouching on the ground fiercely.

The stone flower necklace hidden under the shirt glowed slightly, and when the rock element was mobilized, it would generate a protective shield. Dazai Osamu immediately stretched out his hand to grab the necklace, his palm slightly harder.

The ability did not trigger, but the small stone flower went out on its own.

It was just a moment of hesitation, and it was too late to avoid it. The teenager who had no self-protection power suddenly lowered his head, as if trying to protect his fragile neck in vain.

"when!"

Osamu Dazai, who lost his sight, could only hear someone rushing out from behind, followed by the sound of metal colliding with sharp objects. The original pain did not come, but a hand touched his shoulder.

"Are you alright, Dazai-kun?" the person said in a generous voice.

Dazai Osamu slowly raised his head following the voice, and a smile that did not reach the bottom of his eyes floated on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine...Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Blessed."

The encounter between Dazai Osamu and Fukuchi Sakurachi dates back to the evening of the day before.

"Mr. Zhongli, it's really thanks to you this time."

The middle-aged and prosperous antique shop owner took Zhong Li's hand and thanked him a lot. The smile on his face was mixed with happiness and gratitude. The onlookers also smiled easily and seemed to be happy for the boss.

Dazai Osamu knew that they were more happy because they watched a fun enough fun, just like he saw at a glance that the previous liar who sold fakes was a liar.

It was as obvious as it was written on the face.

The young man who had no intention of delving into these things lowered his head and boredly counted the decorations on Zhongli's clothes.

"And Dazai's little brother too."

Dazai Osamu often followed Zhongli on the street, and naturally he knew everyone who had a little bit of intersection on Chinatown. Osamu Dazai was not surprised when he heard his name, raised his head and said with little interest: "Ah, there is no need for such a thing..."

"Don't say that." His words were directly blocked by the uncle of the boss opposite, "If you hadn't said that there was something wrong with the liar, and told me that Mr. Zhongli was not far away, I would have been deceived this time. This thank you gift is for you."

With that said, the enthusiastic boss took Osamu Dazai's hand and shoved a safety buckle into it.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

His originally not-so-spirited expression almost subconsciously put on a mask with a clever smile, "Then I will accept it, very beautiful jade, thank you!"

Seeing him accept it, the boss let him go, and turned to talk to Mr. Zhongli.

Dazai Osamu silently felt the warm touch of the safety button in his hand.

Although Mr. Zhong Li told him to accept the kindness and gratitude of others calmly, no matter how many times he came, he was still a little awkward.

Maybe when he gets older he will be able to take it in equanimity.

Dazai Osamu was silent until his husband finally stopped talking and led him out the door.

Before going out, Zhong Li suddenly said: "Zhi, stay here for now, and wait until I get out of this block. Don't go to the detective agency."

Dazai Osamu looked at him unexpectedly, then glanced at the street again, with a hint of understanding on his face, which quickly turned into grievance.

"But, Mr. Zhongli." The boy whispered, "You promised me that day in Okinawa."

He had promised him to stand in front of him surrounded by wolves, rather than simply being placed under his wings.

"Indeed." Zhong Li smiled slightly, "Except going to the detective agency, do the rest as you want."

Dazai's eyes lit up.

Zhong Li put the safety buckle sent by the previous boss on Dazai Osamu and tapped his fingertips, and the originally round jade suddenly turned into a small stone flower.

"What is the effect of this stone flower, you should have heard it." Zhong Li, who knew that the two teenagers were only in a bad relationship on the surface, said, "It's up to you to decide how to use it."

"Be careful, take care."

Zhongli stepped out of the antique shop after Dazai Osamu responded. The teenager who stayed alone in the store waited obediently, until there was a faint explosion in the distance, and then Shi Shiran walked out from the front door.

He took out the mobile phone he bought with his working money and dialed a number.

"Long time no contact, Mr. Jono." The young man said quickly.

Jono Caiju's faintly smiling voice came from the microphone: "Dazai-kun? Why did you suddenly remember to contact me? Did you finally figure out that you want to join our organization?"

Chono Choiku, who had many exchanges with Dazai Osamu, was not the first time to invite Dazai Osamu to join the gang, but every time he was firmly rejected by the boy.

"I don't want it, Mr. Jono, you don't want to be called by Mr. Zhongli, right?" Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "You also received some wind, right? Long story short, I want the latest Yokohama customs entry and exit records. If there are Yes, and further information will need to be confirmed with you at a later date."

The organization of Tiaoye Picking Chrysanthemum was previously used by Verlaine as an eyeliner, and its main business was smuggling. It must be well-informed about news at home and abroad, and Dazai Osamu's request was not difficult.

Jono Caiju, who knew about Dazai Osamu, did not ask him where a funeral parlor apprentice got the money to buy information, and rather readily agreed to the boy's request, but asked with some playfulness, "Mr. Zhongli knows what you want to do. what?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Dazai Osamu, who confirmed the receipt of the information on the mobile phone, said indifferently as if his face changed, and ruthlessly hung up the phone amid the faint "stinky brat" scolding in the receiver.

He arbitrarily found a corner to look at the information at hand, he flipped the progress bar almost without stopping, occasionally stopped to think for a moment, until all the information was read.

"Huh... Sure enough." He let out a long sigh of relief, blinking his sore eyes and putting away the phone.

It seems that he went to Okinawa and experienced that series of things before, which has increased his weight in some people's hearts.

Dazai Osamu stood up straight, patted the dust on his clothes because his back was against the wall, and walked away thinking about the position in the analysis.

The young master, who was once famous for his intelligence, also showed extraordinary wisdom in many places during his life in Yokohama after running away. It is normal to see that this incident was planned by someone behind the scenes.

Well, it is also normal for someone who sees this to design him based on this.

Osamu Dazai, who was surrounded by a group of people with guns pointed at his head not long after he left, thought with plenty of room to spare.

Even if he was surrounded by people, Osamu Dazai did not show panic on his face, but subconsciously clenched the stone flower pendant on his chest.

In the next second, the light of the sword fell from the sky, and the silver-haired uncle in military uniform fell from the sky, cutting down the crowd of besieged people to the ground.

Killing him here or holding him hostage would be the stupidest thing to do.

So... whoever helped him at this time is the biggest suspect.

Dazai Osamu looked up at the uncle in front of him.

"Are you a brat from Mr. Zhongli's house?" the uncle said with a contagious sassy smile, "Why were you blocked? It was really careless, but luckily I happened to pass by."

He didn't hide that he had investigated Mr. Zhongli, which was a very smart move.

Dazai Osamu took a cautious step back, "Who are you?"

"What? Is there anyone who doesn't know me?" The uncle lost quite a bit, and regained his high spirits in the next instant, "Then let me introduce myself with novelty! I am Blessed Sakura."

There had been a show on TV showing the hero Blessed Sakura Chi, and Dazai Osamu immediately made a sudden realization, but he still didn't show a very trusting attitude. He just tried to walk away immediately with a look of "I have something urgent to do."

Blessed Sakurachi, who was originally meant to be a drunkard, naturally wouldn't let him leave easily. The two pushed and pulled for a while, and Osamu Dazai finally revealed his purpose under the credibility of the "hero" name.

"Someone wants to plot against Mr. Zhongli?" Blessed Yingchi said with a frown, "Or through Verlaine?"

"Don't you believe it?" Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, "Indeed, guesses like mine are indeed untenable..."

"Believe it."

"Ugh?"

Blessed Yingchi gave a thumbs up and smiled with healthy white teeth, "You are a smart child, there must be evidence for you to think so. I appreciate your attitude of wanting to help those who have helped you, why don't you just How about letting me help you?"

Dazai Osamu said hesitantly, "Is this okay?"

"No problem." Fudi Yingchi waved his hand confidently, "I have the final say on the actions of the hounds, not to mention that the old man came to Yokohama to prevent Verlaine from causing trouble. It is my job to investigate these."

So Dazai Osamu and Blessed Sakura acted together for one night. During this period, he was attacked many times by "behind the scenes", and every time, Blessed Yingchi helped him to stop him.

All the way to this house as the final destination.

"Let him run away." Dazai Osamu squatted listlessly on the ground, looking at the sheet music, glass ballast, and sawdust scattered all over the floor.

"I'll let the hounds find it." Blessed Yingchi looked at the large ocean that had been petrified outside the window, and said solemnly, "This matter is an oversight of the military and police, and maybe some people above are involved... Dare to mess up Yokohama like this, I will make them pay the price they deserve."

"Ah, is that so? Then thank you first." Dazai Osamu stood up slowly, holding his knees, and nodded at Fudi Sakura. "Tonight, please follow me around for so long, thank you very much, and I also going back."

With that said, the boy turned around and was about to go out the door.

"Dazai-kun, I said I admire you very much, and your mind is also very good. If you really want to protect Mr. Zhongli,"

Blessed Sakura suddenly spoke up, and when Dazai Osamu looked back, he winked playfully, "Would you like to join the Hound?"

"……Ugh?"

The fish is hooked.