I, Zhongli, Wander the World

The sudden explosion made all the tourists around who had barely calmed down panic, and some people tried to arrest the criminal after hearing the words of Aya Tsuji pedestrian, which made the panicked man even more panic, and he tripped over the corner of the floor tile raised on the level ground. fall.

The timid tourist next to him immediately ducked back, and in a panic, knocked down the shelf used for decoration by the roadside. The low shelf slammed into the mascot sculpture on the side with a bang, and the huge mascot that should have been firmly fixed on the ground shook slightly and slowly fell towards the man who fell to the ground.

The tourists screamed and ducked, and Ayatsuji pedestrian stared at this scene with wide eyes, forcing his eyes to stay still, as if to remember the imminent death in his heart.

That was the person he "killed", and of course he will remember it.

A wild cat that had been disturbed by sleep ran past with its fur blowing, and in a panic, it collided with a stall car that was parked on the side of the road selling cold drinks, and knocked over the stones that had been stuck with the wheels. The stall car rolled on its own on the slightly sloping road, and was hit by some panicked tourist. It accelerated almost instantly, and rushed towards the fallen sculpture.

With a loud "bang", the slowly falling sculpture was deflected by a subtle angle, and finally hit the man's legs hard.

"what-!"

The man with his legs crushed screamed miserably.

Bright red blood gurgled wantonly on the ground, and the man struggled to push the sculpture away, but in vain anyway.

But he didn't die after all.

Ayatsuji Pedestrian stared blankly at the man who was wailing with rage, almost forgetting where he was.

"I sensed that the jade was triggered and rushed back immediately. I didn't expect such a mess."

A familiar voice sounded from behind, and Ayatsuji pedestrian subconsciously turned his head to look, and watched the man with a long lance walk to his side and stood still, leaned over and said, "Do you still have the strength to stand up?"

"...I'm not going to be useless to this extent." Ayatsuji pedestrian wiped the water stains on his face, stood up on his knees, and took out the jade from his pocket.

The jade tentacles are still warm and moist, but the bright red color has dimmed a little for no reason, obviously it is not worthy of seeing Qiming's eyes.

"Ah, Miyazaki..."

"Are you looking for her?"

The doll in the shape of a girl was handed in front of him, the beautiful skirt was stained with dirty colors, but the torso that was not sturdy was miraculously not damaged much, and the red eyes that were not covered by the blindfold watched quietly. own master.

Ayatsuji pedestrian silently reached out and took the girl doll.

"Very beautiful child." Zhongli praised fairly, "Just be careful, don't throw it away in the future."

If it was an ordinary person who praised Ming Qiming, Ayatsuji pedestrian would still be polite and happy, but at this time, he was not in that mood at all.

"...Thank you for your help, Mr. Zhongli. But I don't understand." He took a deep breath, "Why do you want to help me?"

He is just an ordinary person who travels around because of supernatural powers, and he has never known each other before. Ayatsuji pedestrians don't think Zhong Li is like the kind of person who meddles with his business just by cheap pity.

Zhong Li glanced at the blond young man, "I have nothing to do, just do what I want, what reason do I need?"

He has always been obedient to his heart in doing things.

After hearing what Zhongli meant, Ayatsuji pedestrian didn't know what to say for a while.

This kind of attitude of not asking about common feelings and only looking for the cause and effect in the heart, and even not saying hello after making a judgment... To some extent, it can be called "arrogance".

Just...not annoying.

After all, the other party even took into account how he would react afterwards.

Ayatsuji pedestrian sighed in frustration, then smiled helplessly, "How can there be someone like you."

"There are always things you haven't seen in this world." Zhong Li smiled lightly, then turned to look at the end of the road, and Fitzgerald, who also returned, was walking towards this direction.

"Your ability is too special, that jade can't last many times, but the amount of one game is still affordable." He said, "This time, do you want to try it?"

After the three teenagers handed over the mastermind to the police, the alarm on the amusement park was finally lifted.

The prisoner's hiding place was just not far from the Ferris wheel. Edogawa Ranbu took the customs clearance medal hidden in the designated box of the Ferris wheel and finished the competition without haste while catching the prisoner.

The photographer who had been running wildly behind the juvenile detective was almost exhausted. Fitzgerald was very happy that the ratings were guaranteed this time, and he gave people a lot of salary with a big wave.

After the routine boasting, Zhong Li asked the three children to go back to the residence first, and he and Fitzgerald came to the police station.

Under Fitzgerald's money offensive, the police department's work efficiency was surprisingly high. After working overtime until it was just dark, all the masterminds were interrogated and sent to Fitzgerald along with the previous files.

"A group of habitual thieves who ransacked a jewelry store a few days ago. They were wanted because of the huge amount. Some time ago, they went to hide in the deserted woods for a few days. They were already going abroad..." Fitzgerald looked at his hands He frowned slightly, "It's a bit strange..."

Zhongli clicked on the data, "The leader explained that this time he wanted to block the local police because he was too angry. It seemed reasonable, but it couldn't stand up to careful scrutiny."

"When a person makes a plan or a decision, it is already a tormenting process." He said slowly, "During this process, his heart will measure the gains and losses of various actions, and think about how to act. It is what I need most, and once I make a decision, it means that the balance in my heart is broken, and it will not change easily.”

"Especially a life-or-death matter like this."

Fitzgerald snorted unhappily, "Did they suddenly fall into evil?"

"Zhongxie..." Zhong Li pondered, and suddenly said, "Tomorrow I will go to those people's hiding places to investigate, and don't bring the case details to them for the time being."

Fitzgerald said "ok", "Of course the detective has to play well, and I'll help you take care of your boys."

So, on the second day of the competition, Edgar Allan Poe, who had made up his mind to come over to say hello, succeeded in seeing a stern-faced Edogawa.

"Edogawa... what's wrong with you?" Poe swallowed and whispered.

"Don't let me figure out who that guy is." Edogawa said quietly, "Otherwise I'll ask Orange-kun to show him a good look."

"Ah... eh?"

"The reason why Mr. Zhongli doesn't tell you is that he doesn't want you to be in danger. Don't let him down." Someone next to him said.

Edgar Allan Poe, who had just noticed this man, took a step back in fright, "You you you you are not that..."

"Commentary." Ayatsuji pedestrian kindly helped him finish the sentence, "Yesterday I promised your team leader to participate in the detective competition. In principle, it is not acceptable, but since the brains of those contestants are as rusted as they are not easy to use. , I still successfully entered the second level."

When he solved the problem so much late and was at an absolute disadvantage, he had not been able to fill up the promotion quota. According to Fitzgerald, "Even if such a person enters the next level, it will not affect the ratings. How much improvement."

It can be said that it is quite a capitalist speech.

"Anyway, it must be me who will win the championship in the end." Edogawa said in a hurry, "Even if Mr. Zhongli invited you to come, it's useless!"

"Oh, I have a lot of the same confidence here." Ayatsuji Pedestrian helped the doll in his arms straighten his clothes and said calmly.

Edgar Allan Poe looked left and right, and said in a low but firm tone, "I won't lose either."

The three seeded players each issued a declaration of winning the championship. Fitzgerald, who was watching the video in the background, was overjoyed. With his wife's tolerant eyes, he ordered the communicator: "Save this paragraph! When I want to officially broadcast it. There can be no editing!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also whispered: "Sometimes I think Mr. Fitzgerald is quite scary."

Dazai Osamu, who was so bored that he coaxed little Scott girl to play guessing, sneered and did not comment on it.

The scene of the game was "happy and happy", and on the other side, Zhong Li also came to the deeper mountains.

He had searched for the hiding places explained by those people before, but he didn't find anything, but when he walked deeper into the traces of life, he found a little blood.

The blood that had been oxidized to black was stained on the tree stump's annual rings. At first glance, it seemed that it had grown from the dark spots on the tree stump. Some stones were piled up at the roots, bending a few weeds.

Zhong Li carefully checked the distribution of those blood spots and found that more blood was dripping on the wider rings.

He walked to the river not far away, and walked upstream along the river.

There was a sudden smell of blood in the air.

At the beginning, there was only a trace of it, and it was not obvious in the rich water vapor emanating from the river. As the distance shortened, the **** smell gradually became stronger, and finally overwhelmed all other smells, surging into the nostrils.

It was already to the point that no matter who smelled it, they could only sigh "how many people died".

Zhong Li's face didn't change much, but his eyes had already darkened.

He finally reached his destination.

It was an indigenous tribe hidden deep in the jungle.

A tribe that no longer exists.

There were corpses lying down everywhere, and it could be seen from their posture that they had killed each other. The cold weapon slashed the body into a **** mess, the blood spilled all over the ground and seeped into the soil, and the whole land exuded a disgusting smell of rust.

Zhong Li stepped on the blood and walked towards the depths of the tribe.

Bypassing the simple residential area in front, there is a small altar used for sacrifice at the rear. More people fought to death under the altar. Judging from the decorations on their bodies, there are many high-ranking people in the tribe. The altar, on the other hand, is as clean as a contrast, with only one corpse kneeling in the center of self-mutilation and dying. Judging from the decorations on the body, it seems to be a sacrificial position in the tribe.

His blood stained the stone altar red, but a clean area was suddenly wiped out in front of him, and a line of scribbled blood was smeared on it, like a child's unruly graffiti.

It was a line of sacrificial text written in the indigenous language.

"To the great god".