I, Zhongli, Wander the World

After the initial silence, everyone tacitly ignored the matter and got into the car leaving the airport.

Considering that there are more passengers and luggage to pick up this time, the president who drove the car deliberately rented a van from the car dealership. It just so happened that everyone sat in three rows in twos and twos.

When the car was about to start, Akiko Yosano, who was sitting in the co-pilot, suddenly thought of something, turned his head and said, "Ah, by the way, Ayatsuji-kun just happened to have a case today, so he can't come to pick you up together."

"Oh! Ayatsuji is very motivated!" Edogawa Ranbu, who had already finished eating the lollipop, bit the remaining stick and said vaguely, "It seems that I can hand over boring cases to him in the future. !"

"Wandering." Zhong Li tapped the young detective's head lightly.

"Um... okay, okay." Edogawa Ranbu leaned back slightly, covered his head and whispered, "It's my part, and of course I'll finish it well."

In the shopping mall, Aya Tsuji pedestrian, who did not know that he had escaped invisibly, sneezed.

The little inspector next to him immediately asked with concern, "What's the matter, Mr. Ayatsuji, do you have a cold?"

"No, it's nothing, maybe someone is so bored that I don't want to do anything." Ayatsuji pedestrian shook his head and said.

After the incident ended a few days ago, he did not go with Zhong Li and the others, but took the recommendation letter written by the latter, and went all the way back to Yokohama while they were still traveling in the United States, and came directly to the detective without any pause. society.

Aya Tsuji pedestrian still remembers what Zhong Li said when he said: "Your ability involves cause and effect, after all, relying on external interference is not a long-term solution. If you want to control it perfectly, someone I know may be more suitable for you than my seal."

The ability of the president of the Armed Detective Agency can help his subordinates control their own abilities. Since it is not a forced suppression, the effect is much better than the sealing beads. And the so-called entrance test is not difficult for Aya Tsuji pedestrians.

The tongue on his mouth was never the same as the bottom line in his heart.

The work of the detective agency is like a duck to water for Ayatsuji pedestrians. Before Edogawa came back, the backlog of cases that could only be solved by young detectives was solved by Ayatsuji pedestrians, which really relieved the only one of the armed detective agency. The dilemma of a detective going out and having fun.

The prisoner over there has been subdued by the police. Ayatsuji pedestrian watched the inspection put handcuffs on the murderer, but accidentally slipped his hand during the handcuffing process, twisting the prisoner's wrist and dislocating it.

Other than that, no surprises.

He casually asked the inspector next to him: "When will it recover?"

"Ah?" The little inspector was stunned for a moment.

"Tsk." Ayatsuji pedestrian supported his forehead, "I mean, when can we continue to operate?"

"Oh, if we continue to operate, as long as we completely withdraw, it will be fine, but the scene over there may be blocked for a while, and it will not be able to open for a few days."

"...Forget it." Ayatsuji pedestrian said with some regret.

On the counter of the shop where the accident happened, he saw a chic trinket that matched Miizaki's beads, and it seemed that he couldn't buy it now.

Ayatsuji pedestrian thought so, and was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly saw two familiar figures walking into the mall.

The vague dialogue also entered the ear at the same moment.

"... Before they come back, prepare gifts first. If you really care about Zhong Ye-kun so much, then pay attention to your words and don't speak so aggressively..."

"But I can't turn a blind eye to Zhongya's lack of a sense of crisis!"

"Paul, I assume you still remember that Zhong Yejun is just an ordinary middle school student working in a detective agency. A bouquet of flowers picked by hand and a sincere apology are far more acceptable than your aggressive care. If you really can't think of what to do, it's better to ask Mr. Zhongli as I said at the beginning."

"...You said just now that you pay attention to your wording? Let's talk about it."

It can be seen that these two people are Aya Tsuji pedestrians who flew back all the way with the ability activated: "..."

Detectives who don't want to get involved in household chores blend themselves into the crowd and turn away without hesitation.

Days seem to have entered the routine.

Little Thrush, who stayed at Mr. He's place to take care of him, showed extraordinary enthusiasm for Zhongli who came back. He almost had to weld himself on the shoulders of his master. Every day, Zhongli would lead him to play chess; I wandered around Chinatown, but occasionally left alone for a while, looking like I didn't know what to do; the two detectives from the detective agency greatly alleviated the problem caused by the backlog of cases, and even had free time The afternoon tea party was organized with Akiko Yosano.

The only Nakahara Zhongya who is not very ordinary is just troubled by his strong desire to control and always wants to get along well with himself.

This annoyance peaked after school started.

Standing in front of the window, Zhongyuan Zhong also covered his face, refusing to see the cheap guy wearing sunglasses leaning on the luxury car at the school gate, all covered in gold.

"Jun Zhongyuan, your brother really loves you." Someone said enviously beside him.

Adolescent college students are bored and gossip. Even if Zhongyuan Zhong is a school bully who doesn't want to cause trouble, it doesn't prevent him from secretly spreading his "two or three things with his brother" on campus.

Feeling that this is not enough, Zhongyuan Zhong also slapped the case and went straight to the school gate all the way.

"middle……"

Accidentally, he saw Zhongyuan Zhongya's Verlaine just utter a syllable outside of class when his brother dragged his arm into the car. Zhongyuan Zhong also thoughtfully helped him fasten his seat belt.

"Verlaine... No, brother." Zhongyuan Zhongyao, who was holding the frame of the car, said "brother", and Verlaine, who was still trying to say something, suddenly became quiet, "I understand the good intentions, but please don't do these things again. , I will be troubled."

Verlaine said confidently: "A proper display of family background will earn you the respect of your peers. They don't deserve it... Well, they deserve to look up to you."

"But I don't need it, and no one disrespects me." Zhongyuan Zhong also sighed helplessly, "Brother, I know that you only trust Mr. Rimbaud, a human being, but can you please... believe more. me?"

"I'm no longer the kid you took out of the lab. I know the truth, I can distinguish right from wrong, and I care about my family who support me. And those human beings you are vigilant about are just my ordinary classmates, not It doesn't have the ability to hurt me, the biggest question I think about every day is whether I have finished my homework yesterday."

The unprecedented peaceful attitude of Zhongyuan Zhongyuan made Verlaine not knowing how to answer for a while. He opened his mouth and closed it slowly, but still did not answer.

"If my brother is worried about how to get along with me," Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at Verlaine seriously, "When you have free time, let's go out for a walk together. Like Mr. said, it's always good to see more."

The sudden output from the Central Plains made Verlaine, who had been repelled by his younger brother, a little dazed, and had the illusion that he had been attacked in the opposite direction. When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had unknowingly drove the car to Chinatown.

The words of his brother flashed in his mind.

Mr. Zhongli, who taught his younger brother to adulthood... can you tell him a different answer?

Such thoughts overwhelmed Zhongli's complex senses. Verlaine parked his car on the side of the road and walked into the Chinatown area.

When he found Zhongli, the latter was having morning tea in a newly opened shop with the familiar thrush.

The newly opened store is holding a tasting event. As long as the applicants who are recruited try it and record their feelings and post it on the website, they can eat a table of free morning tea.

As for Zhongli's table, because it is the famous "gold tongue" of China Street, the store manager even invited him to come. Feelings only need to be spoken, and there are special staff members recording them in real time.

"Well, this money belly is golden in color, soft and crisp in the mouth, and the folds of the 'money' evenly absorb the brine soup. The white radish stewed in the same pot is also just right, ensuring the taste and enriching the overall taste. Level, it can be seen that the chef has a certain foundation..."

Zhong Li, who was tasting the morning tea, spoke casually. The waitress who was next to him was in charge of recording and kept writing while swallowing. The other tasters, who were secretly pricking up their ears, stretched out their chopsticks to the table just before serving. money belly.

Verlaine hid himself in the dark, as if he had first met him.

The tasting activity nearing the end ended quickly, Zhong Li took Thrush, who also ate some meat sticks, out of the door, and walked down the street again.

Walk the birds, play chess, listen to the opera, and then drop by the Longjing before the rain provided by the Yihu Quyi Museum.

In the eyes of Verlaine, who was following behind, the other party's day was meaningless at all.

Finally, after coming out of the Quyi Museum, Zhong, who seemed to be ignorant all the way, left his mouth.

"Although Longjing before the rain is still good, the quality is still a little worse. It's just that the tea in Mingqian is expensive, and it is not worth it if it is considered a loss. It would be too harsh to make the theater switch to precious tea. "

"Do you think so, Monsieur Verlaine?"

Verlaine came out with a complicated look.

"Mr. Zhongli... Did you let me see this on purpose?" he asked.

"It's just out of excitement, and it happened to tell you to listen." Zhong Li said, "Since you said that, then, what did you see this day?"

Verlaine said without hesitation: "The mediocre and numb life of incompetent humans."

"People's talents are not the same, it's just in the position that suits them." Zhong Li shook his head and said, "Just like the theater that uses Yuqian tea, it's not that there is no more precious tea to choose, but this Yuqian tea. Affordable and decent, it’s the best.”

"It's just like your concern about China."

Verlaine's concern for his younger brother has never been concealed, Zhong Li has been watching it all these days, but since his own teenager insisted not to tell him, he never asked.

But he really didn't mind giving pointers to this novice brother.

"Too much self-love will only be counterproductive." Zhong Li looked at Verlaine seriously, "It's better to think about it, what is the most needed in the middle, and what can you give him within a proper range, instead of blindly forcing it? Give him too much love."

"If you really don't know where to start, going shopping is a good reference plan."