I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Children always like some things that are full of second-hand feelings, and they also understand it very well from the Central Plains who came from this age group.

But when this kind of middle school comes from himself, he can't laugh.

"If you know it, you will know it." The mature male high school student said while holding his forehead, "Remember not to mention it in front of other people."

The child nodded solemnly, "Confidentiality? I understand."

"No... Forget it, you can do whatever you want."

Zhongyuan Zhongya, who gave up such things as communicating with children, brought people back to the detective agency.

The two detectives of the detective agency went out on the mission, and even the president went with him as the only force value, and only Yosano Akiko was left. This made the Central Plains also secretly relieved.

At least reduce the risk of being known this shameful nickname.

The boy who came to the detective agency for the first time sat obediently on the sofa, politely thanked Akiko Yosano and Yosano who brought the tea, and the way he took a sip showed good tutoring, and even the two big dogs he summoned squatted on the ground. Feel free to touch in front of you.

With Akiko Yosano holding the tray of tea in front of their mouths, they approached Zhongyuan Zhongyao and asked in a low voice, "How on earth did such a well-behaved child get raised and run away from home?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also dug up the image of the sloppy street boy from his long childhood memory, with a toothache-like expression on his face, and thought that this guy can be considered a competent husband now, but he still left a few for others. Dividing face, "Probably...it's just that the ideas don't match."

"Hey—" Yosano Akiko lengthened her voice, with an expression of "I know you're bullshitting, but I'll give you some face."

Zhongyuan Zhong also coughed dryly and quickly changed the subject: "Why hasn't Mr. come back yet?"

Nearly two hours have passed since he received the call. If you take the Shinkansen fast, you should be in Yokohama by now.

"Usually it should have arrived..." Yosano Akiko glanced out the window subconsciously, and happened to see the familiar figure walking with another person.

"Ah, back."

Chanyuan Megumi stretched out the hand that served with tea and cakes for a while, and quickly retracted it, even putting down the teacup in her hand, folded her arms on her chest, and made a stern expression of "I'm very angry".

The pastry crumbs on the corners of the mouth were not wiped off.

Yosano Akiko, who has been secretly paying attention to the child's expression: Pfft.

A minute later, the door of the detective agency was pushed open, and someone's suppressed voice sounded in front of the door: "Learn to run away from home? It's a long time."

The stern-faced Chanyuan Hui Yi turned his head away, "Father stinky forbids me to be a magician, of course I can only find a way by myself."

"The magician is not the one you usually play, don't think that you can be arrogant after awakening the magic!"

"I didn't take it for granted! I'm serious! The real arrogant one is you, the father who wants to settle everything by yourself!"

"Because I have the capital to settle everything, what do you know, little bastard! For that three-legged cat kung fu, let's go home and drink milk!"

"It's not three-legged cat kung fu! Wu said that my spells are the top ten shadow spells passed down by the ancestors of the Chanyuan family, and I can fight with my father in the future!"

The case has been solved, good you five enlightenment!

Chanyuan Shi Er swears that the stupidest thing he ever did was to believe Wutiaowu's nonsense when the husband and wife had no time, and handed over his son to him for a period of time!

There were two Zen courtyards, one big and one small, arguing with each other. Zhong Li, who brought people back, slowly sat down on a chair a little further away, and took the hot tea from Akiko Yosano.

Putting the tray in its original position, he commented with Akiko Yosano: "Although I haven't met, the lady of the Zen Temple is really a remarkable woman."

Zhong Li recalled the woman who kept the father and son in good order, and nodded in agreement, "In terms of general rationality, that's true."

Zhongyuan Zhong also silently drank tea and ate melons, and did not express any opinions on this.

Making tea with Xie Ye is still very good, not to mention that the tea stems in his cup are standing up. It is more important to drink tea than discussing how big the Zen Temple is.

Having no intention of continuing the family conversation in someone else's place, Chanyuan Shi Er grabbed his disobedient son's back collar and picked him up like a chick, with two unbreakable jade dogs hanging on his sturdy arms, "In short, , I took the person back first, this time I have troubled Mr. Zhongli, so I owe a favor."

"From my personal point of view, this effort is not enough for Mr. Shi'er's favor. I just think that even if I say this, Mr. Shi'er will not take it back." Zhong Li put down the teacup, "Then, take it. If you come down, you will have the right to give it as a gift.”

"What?" Chanyuan ignored his son's struggle and looked over in confusion.

"Don't underestimate any determination." Zhong Li said, "If his determination has been made, blindly blocking the way forward regardless of cause and effect may be counterproductive."

After hearing this, Chan Yuan Xue Er subconsciously glanced at the little cub in his hand, but saw that his son was also looking at him. When the eyes of the two met, the black eyes that were similar to his eyes rolled their eyes, but they still looked at him firmly.

Chanyuan Shi Er: "...Tsk."

If he could, he really didn't want his family involved in the mess of the magic world.

His wife is just an ordinary person, and a slightly stronger spell can bring danger. Although his son has awakened ten kinds of shadow spells, he is still just a middle-aged child with unrealistic fantasies. He can easily decide his future just for the naive reason of "wanting to help you".

He never thought that Chanyuan Kei's decision did not come from the possibility of a child's momentary anger.

Taking a deep breath, Chanyuan Shi Er said solemnly in his son's expectant eyes, "Thank you for Mr. Zhongli's suggestion, I will consider it carefully—"

A weak air current was flowing in the detective agency at this time.

The complexion of Chanyuan Xiler and Zhongyuan Zhongye changed at the same time. The tall man immediately protected the son he was holding in his arms, and instantly stepped back to the door. Nakahara Nakaya stood up abruptly, protecting Akiko Yosano and her whole body behind him, and the red light representing the supernatural power lit up on his body.

Zhong Li took a sip of tea calmly.

In the next second, the largest window of the detective agency shattered, and a curse spirit with a body like silt flew in and broke through the window, followed by a very fast figure. He stomped **** the hard floor.

The scattered debris was stopped by the vigorous Chanyuan Shier and the power of gravity. Amidst the rising smoke, the Chanyuan was vigilantly watching the drop of the curse spirit, and heard the explosion in the Central Plains over there. Angrily shouted: "Brother, what are you doing, brother!"

Verlaine, who rushed in chasing the curse spirit, also blocked all the smoke and dust with his supernatural powers, and elegantly brushed off the few golden strands of hair on his temples that had been blown by the wind, and said, "I saw this curse spirit lying on the detective's side when passing by. Peeking into the outer wall of the club, do it as you please, don't thank me, brother."

"Where did you hear me thanking you!"

The French man who went his own way quite naturally ignored his younger brother's accusation and looked at Zhong Li, the only emotionally stable person in the room: "Mr. Zhong Li, what a coincidence."

"If you say that the curse spirit is indeed a coincidence." Zhong Li said, "But Mr. Verlaine should not come to the detective agency by coincidence today."

"You are really as sharp as ever." Verlaine bowed slightly, "After all, going to school will bring trouble to China. For the physical and mental health of those cubs with limited capacity, I can only go to the detective agency first. already."

As he said that, he ignored Zhongyuan Zhongya's roar of "You are definitely Stoka", and waved his hand freely, "Then the little trouble is resolved, I'll go first."

Shi Shiran, the blond man who broke in through the window, left from the front door.

"What the **** is he doing here..." Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed his face weakly.

"Then I'm leaving too." Chanyuan Shi Er stood up straight, but this time he didn't carry his son's collar. Chanyuan Megumi saw the softening of her father's attitude, and stood quietly by the side without making a fuss.

"I'll take you out." Zhongli stood up.

The two walked all the way downstairs, and the Chanyuan turned around, "Just come here, Mr. Zhongli still has something to talk about, doesn't he?"

It's not surprising that Zhongli, who even saw the Chanyuan: "That's true, I'll trouble you, Mr. Chanyuan."

"I'm the one who has the most trouble. I still have this self-knowledge, and this kind of thing is nothing compared to it." Chanyuan Shi Er grinned and said a little mockingly, "But Mr. Zhongli will still take me. It's a little surprising to have an excuse to leave this kind of thing."

"It's human nature to be in a hurry, and I'm no exception." Zhong Li shook his head and said.

Chanyuan Hui, who was standing on the side, listened blankly to the interaction between the two adults, wondering if she had missed an episode.

His father didn't give him time to think. After saying goodbye briefly, he took the child's hand and left.

Zhong Li came to the first floor of the office building.

This old red-brick office building is not the only one rented by the Armed Detective Agency. Except for the detective agency that occupies the fourth floor and the warehouse on the top floor, the third floor is empty, the second floor is leased to a law firm, and the first floor is a recently opened coffee shop.

Zhong Li pushed the door and walked into the cafe called "Whirlpool". The brass wind chime hanging in front of the door suddenly made a pleasant sound with the thrust. The Sanhua cat, who was sitting cross-legged on the counter, let out a pleasant meow and turned over lazily.

Verlaine, who left the detective agency first, was already waiting there.

"A cup of flat white, the extraction time is slightly shorter, which is troublesome." Zhong Li said to the waiter who was waiting for the order, and took his seat after the people left.

Verlaine put down the coffee he had only sipped, and said leisurely, "I didn't expect Mr. Zhongli to have such a research on coffee."

"But I know a little bit about it, it's only used to satisfy my personal appetite." Zhong Li looked at the skilled and beautiful coffee making by the owner at the counter, and said, "Although this shop is opened in Japan, the manager's skills But it is not inferior to European orthodoxy, and should be to Mr Verlaine's taste."

Verlaine, who is often dragged by the authentic French Rimbaud to the cafe in his spare time: "The technique is not bad, and it can be imported."

This kind of evaluation is already a good meaning for him.

Immersed in the fragrant aroma of coffee, Zhong left his mouth and said, "Then, Mr. Verlaine, why did you deliberately drive that curse spirit to the detective agency and invite me to talk alone?"

This is what Zhong Li really meant when he said "The spell spirit is a coincidence, but Verlaine is not a coincidence".

The appearance of the curse spirit may be an accident, but it did not appear outside the detective agency. Otherwise, Zhongli and Zen Er, who had just entered the detective agency, would not have noticed it at all. And Wei Erlun could find a more reasonable excuse, but he followed Zhongyuan Zhongya's words and made all the nonsense, so that Zhongyuan Zhong, who had a good idea of ​​what he would do, did not think deeply, and left only Zhongli and Zen Yuan. loopholes that you can only hear.

Verlaine pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "In fact, Mr. Zhongli, if I'm not mistaken, the birth of the curse spirit is not a coincidence."

"Have you heard about the 500 billion heritage that has been circulating around the world in Yokohama recently?"

People in the inner world can't wait to avoid Zhong Li and go away. The most recent focus is Tokyo. Zhong Li has naturally never heard of the news that just started to circulate internally.

But that didn't stop him from feeling "finally here" in his heart.

Verlaine, who was investigating the intelligence through the port mafia's intelligence network, of course knew the situation of Zhong Li's "don't listen to the noise". After asking that sentence, he did not wait for the latter to give an answer, and directly revealed the information that had recently circulated around the world in Yokohama.

"Originally, Rimbaud and I had already reached an agreement with Mori Ogai, we helped him get the 500 billion inheritance, and he used the port mafia to maintain the balance of Yokohama, those who are inferior to the port mafia are naturally It's okay," Verlaine said, sneering, "but this situation has changed since a few days ago."

Yokohama's spell spirits suddenly increased.

In other words, the number of high-level spell spirits suddenly increased.

"European espionage classes include knowledge about spell spirits. I have some understanding of the causes and levels of spell spirits." Verlaine said, "The stronger the emotion, the more people, the stronger the spell, these are the A necessary condition for generating a more powerful spell."

"Can you imagine that the naive cause of 'the ice cream is sold out on the street corner' can form a natural secondary spell?"

Unless it's Gojo Satoru who genuinely resents selling out the ice cream.

"Someone is trying to pull Yokohama into a vortex of chaos, in this moment of barely maintaining peace." Verlaine said solemnly, "The safety of those ordinary people doesn't matter to me, but I still need to live here. I I think it is necessary to tell you about this situation, Mr. Zhongli."

At this time, Fu Ruibai, who had previously ordered by Zhongli, was finally brought over by the waiter. After sensing the serious atmosphere of the two-person room, the waiter, who is a Yokohama native, put down the coffee cup with a wink, and left without stopping for a second.

The freshly brewed coffee oozes heat in the center of the table.

Zhongli brought the coffee cup with the tray in front of him.

"No need to worry." Zhong Li said softly, sniffing the aroma of the coffee, "Since there are people who want to turbulize the waters of Yokohama, there are also people who are trying to calm down in the opposite position, and they have such thoughts. It's not just the Hong Kong black family."

"Yokohama isn't going to really mess up, I'm so sure."