I, Zhongli, Wander the World

The death of the mastermind behind the scenes seems to mark the end of the event.

The group members who had already been told to stay at a place some distance from the hut did not dare to neglect the distinguished guests of the group leader, and respectfully bowed to Zhong Li who was walking from the hut, and only rushed to the hut after receiving the approval of Zhong Li. Follow-up.

On the other hand, Zhongli didn't need to pay attention to any concealment. He got on the helicopter specially arranged by Fitzgerald, and quickly returned to the sea where monsters were ravaged ten minutes ago.

Edogawa Ranpo, who had already changed into dry clothes and waited on the deck of the Goddess of Victory, hugged his husband happily, and showed his medal representing the champion of the competition as a credit. And Zhong Li also gave him a big compliment just as the young detective expected, and then took a cruise ship to the calm coast.

When the group arrived, Osamu Dazai was holding a live fish, trying to make the tall and thin man in front of him swallow it.

"Come on, open your mouth, ah-"

The inflated pufferfish was directly slapped on the man's face by the black-haired boy with a malicious smile, and the fine spikes and pale skin rubbed against each other and made a "chacha" sound. However, the expression on the man's face seems to have remained unchanged for a long time. It is still the same as if he hadn't woken up. He just struggled and said, "Is this... for me?"

Dazai Osamu smiled kindly, "Oh, of course, hurry up, Mr. Lovecraft will perform that again."

As a result, the mouth of the man who originally seemed to be a normal human suddenly split open, and the mouthparts that opened like petals were densely covered with jagged teeth, but the puffer fish that had swelled into a ball was instantly involved in it, and after a few orders The creepy chewing sound then returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Dazai Osamu clapped his hands with bright eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhong, who was on the side, watched this scene with indescribable words, and because he was worried about Dazai Osamu's safety, he couldn't retreat to the back, so he could only be alert and said, "This is a monster, not your domesticated dog, Dazai."

Even if he looks like a human now, he is not a human being!

The damage caused by the battle was still deeply imprinted on the coast not far away, and the wound on his body that had been pulled out by the tentacles was still aching. Zhongyuan Zhong also couldn't understand why Osamu Dazai had such a big heart, and he dared to feed a monster that had just turned into a humanoid.

Do those iron locks on your body work? Do you want to add another layer?

The heartbroken Nakahara also thought worriedly.

And just when he was about to drag Dazai Osa away intolerably, the adults who came to deal with the follow-up finally appeared in his field of vision.

"Sir!" Zhongyuan Zhong also shouted happily.

Someone finally stopped this daring guy!

It's just that his Mr. Zhong Li didn't come forward the first time this time. Instead, Mr. Fitzgerald next to him looked like he had seen a novel species, and approached the non-human who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with unusual enthusiasm.

The humanoid creature in front of him had long curly and messy hair like seaweed, pale skin, and a tall and thin body. At this time, he was even more shy and fastened to the ground by the chains used to lock the ship. If it weren't for the fact that the previously transmitted images clearly showed the process of the monster becoming human, no one would be able to associate this seemingly sub-healthy man with the monster.

"Howard Philip Lovecraft, right? You can turn into a humanoid? It's a novelty. Or is that just your power?" Fitzgerald asked curiously.

"No, Mr. Fitzgerald." Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "It has been verified that his abilities are neither supernatural nor spells."

His neutralization only works on supernatural abilities and spells, and has no effect outside the system like Mr. Zhong Li, so it can be simply argued that this monster is definitely not a product of supernormal abilities.

The humanoid did not answer Fitzgerald's question, but instead looked over the crowd in front of him and turned his attention to Zhongli standing behind.

"Very comfortable breath..." he said slowly.

Zhongli: …

Given that this giant octopus-like creature is still in human form, Zhong Li didn't show much performance, and just moved the topic of sliding towards the edge of the ancient god's sticker without a trace: "How did you communicate with that magician? Did the teacher know each other?"

"Well." Lovecraft thought for a while, and answered honestly: "He found me and provided me with enough energy, saying that as long as I help him attack the harbor, he can provide me with enough energy. A hotbed of restful sleep."

"But I can sense that he is dead now, so our contract ended unilaterally."

When he said this, there was a trace of grievance on the face of this monster who looked like an ordinary person.

As a qualified capitalist, Fitzgerald's eyes lit up at that time. He looked at Zhongli solemnly and said, "Mr. Zhongli, this is the trophy you captured, and the decision is yours. So now I formally propose to you the transfer of ownership. Agreement application, I hope you can transfer this strange Mr. Lovecraft to me. I can use enough assets in exchange."

Fitzgerald, who is very good at making money, doesn't care about the drizzle of money. If he can let such a monster work for his group, the benefits will be completely worth the money.

Zhongli, who didn't care about the giant octopus, had no reason not to agree, not to mention that he knew that Fitzgerald did have the means to control Lovecraft, so with his agreement, Fitzgerald immediately began to talk to him. Lovecraft talks about the mountains.

He started with the destruction of the harbour, then the issue of compensation for the harbour, how much he lost because of his joint efforts, and the subsequent pressure from public opinion. Talking about this non-human who has a certain human logic but not completely, he is confused, and finally made a contract with him to sell himself.

Since the problems mentioned by Fitzgerald did exist and were in line with the law, the contract was made in strict accordance with fairness and justice, and Zhongli just witnessed it and didn't say much.

This is basically the end of it. After that, Zhong Li took the youngsters who had just passed by for a few days to have a good time in the United States. During this period, he even used the money given by Fitzgerald to teach the Central Plains, who had some interest in Wall Street, to invest in stocks. And Central Plains is also very talented in this area. When they left the United States by plane, the gains of those stocks were not bad.

If it wasn't for the start of school, the reluctant Central Plains would not even want to leave.

The plane landed at the Yokohama airport.

Zhongyuan Zhong also walked out of the airport talking and laughing with his husband. At a glance, he noticed that there was a subtle expression in the crowd with Akiko Yosano and the president. He just raised his hand to say hello, but he glanced at the person next to him. The moment suddenly stopped.

"You, you, why are you here?" He looked in shock at the blond man who was looking over with a smile.

Verlaine supported his hat and stepped forward unhurriedly, with the elegance of a French man in his gestures, "I want to call my brother, Zhongye. As for why I am here, does my brother need to come to pick up his brother? Reason?"

Akiko Yosano stepped forward reluctantly, "He came to the detective agency a few days ago, and when he came up, he asked where he had gone, and after getting the answer, he wanted to go directly to the United States, if it wasn't for Rimbaud, who came here after hearing the news. Stop him, sir, maybe you'll meet him in America a few days ago."

"Rimbo just thinks too much." Verlaine snorted coldly, but did not explain why he, an assassin king who had slipped by Rimbaud for three years, didn't sneak away, "If it wasn't for you all... I wouldn't be a detective. So many days in the club."

The suspicious pause in his words was extremely fast, but it was still noticed by a few keenly perceptive people present.

Edogawa Ranpo, who was biting a lollipop, and Dazai Osamu, who was drinking a drink and playing with his cell phone, let out a muffled laugh.

Zhongli sighed.

"Mr. Verlaine," he said. "Long time no see."

Verlaine, who has been trying his best to avoid the opportunity to have a dialogue with Zhong Li, froze on his face, and finally turned his attention to the past with good professionalism, "Mr. Zhong Li... It's really been a long time."

He was not unconscious when he turned into a beast. He could vaguely remember the ocean that was evaporated by himself, the tiny figure walking on the sea, and the falling star that came from outside the sky.

When he was hit by a star, he even glimpsed the tip of the iceberg at a certain level through the ancient divine power.

Now Verlaine's sense of Zhongli is complicated. On the one hand, like Rimbaud who was scorched by the flames vomited by Araba at that time, he had an instinctive fear of Zhongli who manipulated the stars; Deep recognition and curiosity.

Zhongli is not the pure "similar" he thought at first, and the difference in magnitude between them is even greater than the gap between him and Zhongyuan Zhongye.

That is farther than he has gone, a pioneer in the wilderness.

Such complex emotions made Verlaine confused when facing Zhong Li. Before clarifying his thoughts, all he could do was reduce communication, but his thirst for recognition would make him approach him unconsciously. .

Just like this time. While it's undeniable that he really wanted to see his younger brother, who's to say that there wasn't some kind of hidden hope in his heart?

"Hey." Zhongyuan Zhong also stood in front of his husband vigilantly, "Are you here to find me? Then don't make trouble with your husband."

"Brother, you are really simple." Verlaine immediately focused his attention on Zhongyuan Zhongyao and said with a sigh, "Have you never done enemy analysis? That's what Mr. Zhongli taught you?"

Zhongyuan Zhongyao's forehead jumped, "It's not up to you to teach me how sir!"

"I'm your brother, of course I have an obligation to discipline you."

"According to your logic, I would call my husband uncle!"

Following the logic, Zhongyuan Zhong also almost lost his mind when he finished speaking. He wanted to take a look in Zhongli's direction but didn't dare, so he was timid and daring to add: "You too."

"…"

The arena suddenly fell silent.

Rimbaud, who was hiding in the dark, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and walked to Verlaine's side. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Paul just woke up and his mind was not sober for a few days. I'll take him away first."

Saying that, he grabbed his partner's shoulder and dragged him away. Verlaine, who was silent, didn't resist, and could only vaguely hear Rimbaud's voice after the two walked away: "That's how I taught you the strategy?" "

Dazai Osamu sucked the drink box in his hand expressionlessly, and for a while there was only the noise he made.

Zhong Li patted Zhongyuan Zhongya on the shoulder.

"Just call me Mr. as usual," he said.

"…it is good."