I, Zhongli, Wander the World

The melody of the cello reverberated melodiously in the room.

Symphony No. 9 in D minor, this great piece is the highest achievement in the music master's life, and the fourth movement that uses Schiller's poem "Ode to Joy" as the lyrics is the highest peak of the whole piece.

But it is not the fourth movement that is being played.

The gentle melody is quiet and serene. Compared with the hard and tragic first movement, the lively but implicit worrying second movement, and the liberating and happy fourth movement, the third movement uses the form of slow music, as if once The brief and necessary rhetorical question in the gap after the battle calms all the unease and anxiety, and is full of rational emotion and philosophical debate.

The melodious tail sound disappeared in the room.

Fyodor put down the bow in his hand, raised his head slightly, his red eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, "In the beginning, it was the redemption and punishment of sinners."

"Andre Gide is guilty, no doubt about it. But he is also a victim of the sin that the world is full of. God deserves punishment, and God may offer redemption, which is undoubtedly self-confession. Contradictions. And He fulfills both of those contradictions."

"Then, it's the show of great power."

"The 'Warcraft Jig', which originated from the original fear of human beings, is rampant. Human's endless greed has created its misery, and it will give back its own misery to the world. God descends into the sea and penetrates with the power to crush greed. The world, not even the ancient Warcraft can match it."

"In the end, it's a balance of love."

"Mr. Kyogoku's research on theology is quite interesting, and even I am attracted to the subject of justice and partiality. Therefore, I have provided him with little guidance, so that he has more sufficient arguments to support his subject. And God His choice was unexpected and unexpected, and in what he did he demonstrated his equal love for every human being."

"I've been saddened by the fullness of this world, Mr. Shibusawa." Fyodor looked somewhere and said softly, "Just as you've been looking for the light, I'm also looking for the redemption of the world. That's why I found him, the god."

"Our thinking is so similar, so—you should be able to understand?"

"That feeling of doing anything for the answer."

"After all, you are equally sinful."

Fyodor's voice echoed slowly in the empty room, but there was no second voice in his ears.

The sight of the eyes is empty, and the dust floats gently in the brilliance.

Fyodor was alone in this room from beginning to end.

Following the agreement with Osamu Dazai, Zhongli did not intervene too much in the battle, but followed his own pace and seemed to spend every day leisurely, secretly still watching all the changes in Yokohama.

The cursers who were brought to Yokohama were all wicked people who didn't care about the life and death of ordinary people, and there were even guys who took pleasure in cursing ordinary people. But they are not magic spirits after all, not only the official magicians, but even the local power users in Yokohama can effectively kill them. Therefore, although chaos is everywhere, the overall situation is still being suppressed little by little.

And it is at this time that a message spreads among the parties in the melee.

"It's foggy in Yokohama," said the blond magician wearing goggles sitting on a park bench.

"Oh?" Zhong Li returned a single syllable lightly, and kept teasing the birds with his hands, signaling Qihai Jianren to continue.

Not counting the brief contact a few years ago, he and Qihai Jianren met in the past few days.

The sorcerer, who is extremely observant of the commute time, buys freshly baked tonkatsu bread at a nearby convenience store every day, and solves it on a park bench nearby. And Zhong Li recently happened to be very fond of this secluded park suitable for walking birds. By coincidence, they became familiar with each other.

Facing a group of wonderful Qi Hai Jian people in the magic world every day, it is rare to get along with such a well-mannered, erudite and generous mature man as Zhong Li. I just feel that my body and mind are relaxed, and even the shit-like work doesn't seem so hard. In addition, the tonkatsu bread from the convenience store is really delicious, so what he looks forward to most every day is this short time to relax after get off work.

Both parties knew the identity of the other, and there was less scruples in the chat. The official Qihai Jianren can always bring the latest information from the front line to Zhongli, and Zhongli can also give some advice on this, or talk about daily life like an ordinary person to relax for the poor people who have become social animals at a young age. Spirit.

It's kind of a fair deal.

Qi Hai Jianren continued: "I don't know much about the power user's side. I heard that it is a power user named 'Shizawa Ryuhiko'. According to Sakaguchi-kun, the power special department originally had once. The intention to invite someone over to solve the problem was just dismissed by Senior Xia You."

"Oh, dismissed?" Zhong Li glanced at him, "Just listening to your previous words doesn't seem to have any effect?"

"There have been many deaths of supernatural powers in Yokohama after the thick fog, which is highly similar to Shibusawa Ryuhiko's supernormal power. Even those local forces in Yokohama are talking about this." Nankai Jianren said, "Senior Xiayou is here. I have questioned Sakaguchi-kun, but Sakaguchi-kun firmly said that it was not done by the Special Forces Division, Shibusawa Ryuhiko's actions were of his own will, and he didn't even receive the official news."

Qi Hai Jianren explained in detail what he knew about Shibusawa Ryuhiko, and finally said: "I remember that Mr. Zhongli still knows some ability users, right? It's best not to go out for a while."

The other party came to inform it out of good intentions, and Zhong Li naturally agreed.

After talking about this topic, the bread in Qihai Jianren's hands was almost eaten up. The blond man took the remaining wrapping paper back into his pocket, said goodbye to Zhong Li solemnly, and turned to leave.

Zhong Li was still sitting in his original position, Xiao Thrushi Yundai had already had enough to eat and drink, and was standing on his knees combing her feathers.

"You're free." Zhong Li lightly nodded his thrush's little head, and the bird rubbed his fingertips affectionately, spreading its wings to the sky.

Zhong Li looked up at the little thrush, and there was only one dark dot left.

"So, Mr. Shibusawa." He looked at the figure who had been standing there for a long time, "Why do you want to find me?"

A thin mist filled the park at an unknown time, and the long white-haired man standing there like a ghost took a step forward and said with emotion, "Ah, do you want to drive away even the birds before we talk? ?"

"After all, Yun Dai is just an ordinary bird, and can't be used as a superpower." Zhong Li said lightly.

"Well, boring sympathy? Or non-discriminatory fraternity?" Shibusawa Ryuhiko said sullenly, "But it's fine, it doesn't matter to me. I just want to get an answer from you. , it doesn't matter what you are."

Zhongli looked at him unmoved, as if he hadn't read the implied threat in the sentence, "Your problem is unsolvable, Mr. Shibusawa. Since the time you let the fog cover your heart, has there been any outsider? Skylight is no longer necessary."

"I have my own judgment on this kind of thing." Shibusawa Ryuhiko said, "Now, I want to invite you to an invitation with me, please come with me."

"Oh?" Zhong Li raised his eyebrows slightly, "If I don't go, how will you be?"

Shibusawa Ryuhiko said without hesitation: "It's not impossible for the spell spirits in this city to become higher."

Nankai Jianren, who was hiding behind a tree, was stunned for breath.

When Shibusawa Ryuhiko arrived, he didn't even bother to pretend, how could Qi Hai Jianren not be able to find him, and he stayed to see if he could take this opportunity to find out the other party's purpose.

But I didn't expect to find the mastermind behind the scenes directly.

Then he heard Zhong Li's unwavering voice: "Yes."

"Wait, Mr. Zhongli..."

Qi Hai Jianren was startled, and immediately rushed out from behind the tree with the curse tool, but his eyes widened when he saw the scene in the park clearly.

The fog is in the air.

The mist that was originally just a thin layer didn't know when it turned into a grayish-white dust mist, almost completely covering the facilities and trees. middle.

Beside the white-haired man, the familiar figure had long been obscured by the thick fog.

Qi Hai Jianren just wanted to rush forward to stop it, but was excited by the sudden killing intent. He lowered his head abruptly, and the blunt knife that whizzed past almost brushed the ends of the hair on top of his head, cutting off a few strands of hair that were floating.

He was all too familiar with this technique of dealing damage with a dull knife.

"Do not make jokes……"

He didn't even care about the hair that he felt badly hit by the curse tool, but just looked at the familiar figure in disbelief.

That is himself.

Or, in other words, the technique that turned into his own appearance [Seven-Three Opening Curse].

At the same time, he found that the magic formula in his body disappeared.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko's supernatural ability can create a dense fog, and the person who is in this dense fog will be killed by the power like his own ability...

The intelligence obtained from the Special Affairs Division of Supernatural Power flashed through his mind. Jianren Qihai guessed that it was an illusion or counterattack caused by the fog. Now it seems that it was simply extracted from the ability, and then greeted with the body of an ordinary person. The pursuit that originally belonged to his own ability.

"It's the supernatural ability of shit..." Qi Hai Jianren murmured, holding up the same spell tool in his hand as the [Seven-Three Opening Spell] on the opposite side, and pointing at the conspicuous red gem on the top of the spell's head, "But I won't lose."

Even in order to pass on Shibusawa Ryuhiko's information, he can't lose.

at the same time.

The little thrush that had been released before soared over the city, and with the flapping of his wings, he could see the smoke of the whole city.

Finally, when it found the person it was looking for, it folded its wings and fell straight to the top of the person's head.

Dazai Osamu only felt a heavy weight on the top of his head, followed by the familiar slight pain of pulling his hair.

"...Yundai?" The name he used to hate was called out softly, and the little thrush flew to the back of Dazai Osamu's outstretched hand and pecked his fingers again.

"Ah, is that really the case?"

Delicious bird snacks were rewarded to the hard-flying little thrush. Osamu Dazai touched the bird's small head, almost the same as Zhongli a few dozen minutes ago.

"Since that's the case, I have to be more panic-stricken." The young man said in a low voice, an unpredictable smile gradually appeared on his face.