I, Zhongli, wander the world

What kind of child would the gods like?

Osamu Dazai still remembered that during the sacrificial ceremony that year, his younger brother who would always be perverted snuggled into his mother's arms and asked innocently.

And their mother, the woman who was raised by the family to be gentle Yamato Nadeko, answered in this way.

Of course, it is a well-behaved and kind-hearted child. A good child can be favored by the gods.

They used the gods as the topic to have a dialogue of motherly kindness and filial piety, and the father and brother who were watching showed smiles.Only Osamu Dazai stood in the farthest corner, watching the fleeting perfunctory in his mother's eyes and the impatience revealed by his younger brother when he turned his head.

They talked about their faith in the activities of offering sacrifices to the gods, but no one believed in the gods.

Even after a sacrifice, perhaps only Osamu Dazai remembered this performance that everyone knew well.

[Gods like good children who are well-behaved and kind. 】

This sentence may be a beautiful word used by the mother for the scene, but it is the only reference for Osamu Dazai now.

"Kindness" he did not understand.But polite and well-behaved is what he is best at.

Well, first of all, you can’t dress casually, but you can’t be deliberate. Simple and clean clothes and shoes are fine; it doesn’t matter if your hair is messy, the point is not to look crazy or sloppy; your temperament should be gentle, but you can’t feel too low...

Humming a song and taking care of his appearance little by little, finally facing the mirror that was split into several pieces and then forcibly glued together, Osamu Dazai pulled the corners of his mouth with two fingers, and squeezed out a pure and harmless smile.

A shattered mirror sliced ​​his smiling face into pieces.

Then the gods will love me.

This way I can get closer to him.

With this in mind, he walked briskly out of the temporary residence.

The sky in Yokohama was as dark as ever, and there were faint gunshots in the distance.Most of the shops on the street were closed, and the few that were open had few customers.Most of the passers-by lowered their heads in a hurry, and fallen leaves and discarded paper from nowhere swirled into the sky.

The whole street looked empty and depressed.

Osamu Dazai walked on the street maintaining a well-adjusted docile demeanor, but his eyes reflecting the scenery showed a kind of inorganic indifference.

In such an environment, Osamu Dazai's aura of incompatibility with Yokohama couldn't be more obvious.Not long after he left, he noticed someone sneaking behind him.

Just in time.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head slightly to look back, and ran straight away.Seeing that the target had been spotted, the people following behind stopped hiding and followed Osamu Dazai to catch up.

The pedestrians passing by watched this scene indifferently, and the biggest movement they made was to make way sideways.

Of course no one will come to save me, after all, this is a city where even hypocrisy seems superfluous.

The 12-year-old was out of breath and raced against several adults, not forgetting to make fun of himself.

Someone behind him pulled out a gun and started shooting. As the tongue of flames spewed out, the bullets fired precisely grazed his knees.Osamu Dazai let out a soft "tsk", enduring the pain and staggering across the street corner.

Then, without accident, he bumped into someone's arms.

The arm was gently supported, and the pain on the knee side was relieved because of the support point. Osamu Dazai took a light breath.

Ah, so the palm of the god is also hot?

Such thoughts flashed in his mind, and he reached out and grabbed the other party's sleeve.

"Sorry, but can you please save me!" He said in a panicked tone while raising his head.

Then face those golden pupils.

Calm, transparent, as if all-encompassing.Just looking at it briefly, but almost completely cut through the camouflage shell.

Osamu Dazai had the illusion that he had been seen through this time.

Or not an illusion.

But the god said nothing.

He just looked away, looking behind him over himself.

Osamu Dazai didn't look back, but he could guess how frightened the pursuers behind him were from the panicked footsteps.Sure enough, someone stopped and blurted out in shock: "Mr. Zhong, Mr. Zhongli! Why are you here?"

The god of Jintong said: "But I walked here in my spare time. Why, what's wrong?"

Although it was just an ordinary question, those people seemed to have been greatly frightened, and said almost panicked: "No! There is nothing wrong! Mr. Zhongli, please go on walking and we will not disturb you anymore!"

Saying that, even Dazai Osamu who was the intended target was ignored, and a group of people retreated faster than when they came.

Zhong Li watched the group of people run away, and then looked at the silent young man with his head up in front of him.

"But injured?"

The young man blinked slowly as if he had just realized it, and with the help of Zhongli's support, he carefully exposed his injured knee.

The bullet didn't hit the flesh, it just brushed away, but it still left a long scar on the leg, and the spilled blood stained the surrounding fabric red.

"It hurts so much." The young man said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhongli—ah, because I heard them call it that, so I took the liberty to call it that—thank you for saving me, but I still have to deal with the wound, so I will lose it first." ... woo."

The young man tried his best to stand up with his own strength, but as soon as he left the fulcrum provided by Zhongli, his body softened and fell back as if his knees had been stimulated.

Fortunately, Zhongli caught him in time.

"do not move."

Motioning the young man to hold his shoulder, he leaned down slightly and examined the wound carefully.

"The wound was a bit deep, but luckily it didn't hurt the tendon, it just happened to be at this joint, so it had a slight impact on normal walking."

A calm voice rang in his ears, and from Dazai Osamu's angle, only Kami's thin and thick black hair could be seen.

According to his observation, even if he knew that he was pretending to be weak, the god named Zhongli would not leave the poor child who asked him for help alone.So next, the other party should use divine power to heal him, or bring him back to the detective agency not far from here for processing...

Zhong Li took out his cell phone and started making calls.

Osamu Dazai:?

"Fortunately, I have a friend who happened to be here today, and I asked him to take you to the hospital." Zhong Li said calmly.

Until he got into the car that was obviously the funeral car, the expression on Dazai Osamu's face was still dazed.

I didn't expect Shenming to be so proficient with modern equipment, it's his stereotype.

Osamu Dazai, who learned orthodox Shinto since childhood, reflected on himself.

And the man driving next to him was still chattering in Japanese with an obvious accent.

"Although I don't know why, Yokohama is very dangerous except Chinatown and the street where Mr. Zhongli lives. Kid, don't go out casually when you have nothing to do. Even if you go out, you have to know it with your parents? This time it's your luck Fortunately, he was scratched by a bullet and met Mr. Zhongli. Who knows what he will meet next time? Ah, by the way, Mr. Zhongli will not be the kind of physique that attracts children, right? Why do all kinds of things always appear around him? Child……"

Dazai Osamu gradually became expressionless from the casual response at the beginning, and even his eyes became empty.

This man is noisy.

And he was so enthusiastic that he felt a little uncomfortable.

So, when the man named He Yao was discussing with the doctor outside the clinic and asked him for his family's contact information, Osamu Dazai, who had already been bandaged, quickly slipped away through the side door.

The injured leg did affect his actions, but when Osamu Dazai stopped pretending, neither the wound nor the dangers in the dark side of Yokohama were a threat to him.Soon, he touched Chinatown.

When Zhong Li was found again, the latter was listening to an opera in the newly opened Quyi Museum.

"Here comes my Galileo reader

There is a bishop seated majestically

It is expected that today it will be impossible to escape this cruel punishment...*"

On the stage, the old-fashioned actors babbled and sang, and Zhong Li sat in the auditorium and listened quietly.And I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, in this restaurant which was not full but [-]% to [-]% full, the seats next to Zhongli were all empty.

Osamu Dazai limped forward and sat quietly beside Zhongli.

The drama on the stage is in Chinese. Osamu Dazai has devoted himself to studying under the spur of his demanding father, and he also knows a thing or two about drama.

This play was not any one he knew.

"If you come to class, why don't you make the sign of the cross

You have your own master in your heart, so it doesn't matter if you don't plan...*"

The more he listened, the weirder he became. Osamu Dazai, who was not as calm as before, said subtly, "What the hell is this?"

""Three Court Trials on Galileo"." Zhong Li's voice was serious as if he was talking about "Jade Hall Spring".

Osamu Dazai's expression became more subtle.

It wasn't until Hua Dan, who played the role of Galileo's daughter on stage, began to excuse her father with her babbling Xun style singing, that Osamu Dazai regained his status.

"Why bother?" He rested his chin on one hand, and said coldly, "The church doesn't need her excuses to convict her. Afterwards, no matter whether she tortures her or fabricates evidence, her father will always be able to escape the blame." .And she who provided this testimony will also be punished for lying to the church."

"It just doesn't make any sense."

"The so-called meaning is not measured by results or value." Zhongli said calmly.

"Even if you get nothing in the end?"

"Ideals, pursuits, spiritual heights, there is always something that is higher than the material and exists in the soul to guide people to go on."

"... I don't understand."

"Just think slowly." Zhong Li stared intently at the stage, but raised his hand that was originally flat on his knee, and gently stroked the boy's slightly curly black hair, "You have seen too much, and you have seen too much." Too little."

"Young people deserve a wider world."

Osamu Dazai remained silent, and did not avoid Zhongli's movements.

By the time the play was over, the sky was already a little dark.

Zhong Li walked straight out of the Quyi Hall, and the black-haired boy behind him followed step by step like a little tail, but stopped before he was about to walk into the sky.

"Mr. Zhongli." He clutched the corner of his clothes and said in a low voice, "I haven't introduced myself formally yet, my name is Osamu Dazai. I'm sorry for the previous deception."

"And, please forgive my greed, but I want to see more."

He looked up, with hope in his twinkling eyes, and said cautiously: "Excuse me, I can..."

"Sir! You are here!"

The brisk boy's voice came from not far away, and Nakahara Nakaya, who got off work, was walking with Edogawa Ranpo, but his face changed suddenly when he saw someone in the shadows.

"Why are you here!"

He still remembered that day, this gloomy guy was in the dark just like now, laughing at his bad eyesight and dispelling his abilities, and almost made him fall to the ground.

Dazai Osamu's originally gloomy expression came alive like clockwork.

He quickly walked a few steps out of the shadow area, carefully pulled Zhongli's sleeves and hid behind him, only showing half of his head, and said in a tired voice: "Wow, Mr. Zhongli, this person is so fierce, he can't fight." Me?"

"I, good, afraid, afraid, oh~"

The final ending is repeated a thousand times, as much tea as you want.