I, Zhongli, wander the world

What is the magic world?

It was a decadent society in which the rule of law still followed the old rules handed down from Ping An Jing, controlled private soldiers and the power to execute the death penalty, and insisted on united rule by aristocratic families when the Chinese ethnicity disappeared.

Illegal, unreasonable, illegal.

A colony of rotten and pus-blinding social moths.

"His xx magic world."

Okura Yeko let out an irritated "tsk", and casually threw the paper full of information on the seat next to him.

The road sign outside the window quickly moved behind as the car drove. Okura Yeko propped his chin with one hand, watching the green road sign marked "Yokohama, 200m" flash past in a bored way.

"Calculating the time, they have already come to the door?" She suddenly asked the driver in front.

The driver took a slow breath, quickly glanced at Okura Yeko's expressionless face through the rearview mirror, and said cautiously: "No, Master Yezi, the surveillance team on the Chinatown side has not heard anything yet. any news."

"Hey——" Okura Yeko curled her hair and said in a drawn-out tone, "That's not stupid, you scum of the port mafia."

Instead of rushing to Yokohama as soon as we arrived, we hibernated temporarily.Such an action with such a little brain would not be done by those self-important fools in the magic world.

The driver shrank his neck and didn't dare to answer.

Japan's strongest supernatural special forces, [Hound] deputy captain Yeko Okura, is famous for her moody character along with her powerful strength.Even if they belonged to the same official staff, the driver didn't want to touch Okura Yeko's bad luck because of casual conversation.

The notification sound of the communicator sounded at this time, Okura Yeko pressed the call button, pinched the microphone with two fingers and moved it to the side of his face.

"Sir, gunshots and explosions are heard from the orphanage at coordinates (106,09), and the target is suspected to have contacted and clashed."

The report with the rustling sound came from the communicator. Okura Yeko's eyes widened, he straightened up suddenly, and slapped the back of the driver's back seat.

The poor driver was so frightened that his whole body shivered, and he tensed up in the driver's seat like a frightened quail.

"Did you hear Matsuno-kun! They actually ran to the orphanage!" Okura Yeko laughed wildly and covered his stomach as if he had heard some super funny joke, "I just praised them for their brains. Are you hopelessly stupid?"

Maybe it's a matter of genes or evolution, the ancient supernatural beings were not as powerful as the modern supernatural beings.Those aristocratic conjurers have a deep-rooted discrimination against "ordinary people without spell power" including those with supernatural powers. Even those with supernatural powers who can see and even use supernatural powers to exorcise curse spirits are nothing to them. They are just talented ordinary people, and if they are not introduced into the magic world, they still cannot be counted as their equals.

They think they are superior to others, and they have never faced up to the rapid changes in this world, nor have they faced up to the power and strength of the increasingly powerful supernatural beings and ordinary people.Or maybe there are some smart people who have discovered it, but they are coerced by the "correct majority", and they speak lightly.

It's just like the old group of pedantic Chinese who would rather die drunk in their dreams than open their eyes to see it.

"It's decided." Okura Yeko wiped away the tears from laughing, and leaned back on the seat in a good mood, "There is no need to go to the temporary base, Matsuno-kun. The plan is ahead of schedule, just take me to Chinatown."

"Those idiots have given me such a good opportunity, how can I not make good use of it?"

The original plan changed suddenly, but Matsuno, who was an old driver who often drove for these unreasonable members of the special forces, did not panic at all.Even though Chinatown in Yokohama was actually at the farthest point from their original destination, he continued to countdown and speed through the traffic lights, and successfully arrived at the funeral home in Chinatown before the sky completely darkened.

When the car stopped in front of the funeral parlor, apprentice Dazai Osamu was holding a broom and cleaning the dust in front of the door.

After several months of getting along, Osamu Dazai has already successfully integrated himself into the atmosphere of the funeral parlor. There is almost no flaw in pretending to be cute, and he has naturally obtained the privilege of being lazy and slippery, and even walking around with Zhongli in his spare time.

The only small problem is that she pretends to be too successful, and when she occasionally tentatively reveals a little bit of her nature, she is almost scared by Master He's passionate concern and hides under the table.

"Zai, although coffins also have the meaning of promotion and wealth in our culture, it is still unlucky to lie in coffins, do you know? According to traditional dream interpretation, even dreaming of coffins has two different interpretations, not to mention the reality ...Why are you running away! Listen to me—”

Osamu Dazai did not want to experience the humiliating experience of being chased after by a strange adult who always liked to pronounce his surname for some reason.

Even running out to sweep the floor this time was his initiative to avoid He Yao's nagging.

"Ah, having said that, according to tradition, shouldn't a haiku be read in this atmosphere?" The young man muttered softly as he looked at the gradually empty streets as it was getting late, and immediately shrugged his shoulders in self-denial, "It's not like that. Sakura said, what's the point of making a sentence with the shredded paper on the ground."

As he said that, he turned his head as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "Are you right? This young lady from the military and police?"

The military and police lady who was walking towards him clearly only had the appearance of being about the same age as him, but her aura was much stronger than that of many adults. The iron blood and arrogance that filled the body of a young girl were enough to make a criminal who was not determined Double battle.

"According to the tradition, you should welcome me in now and find someone who can take care of it, the young master of Aomori." Okura Yeko raised his eyebrows and said.

The young master of Aomori.

The address he hadn’t heard for a long time made Osamu Dazai’s eyes darken, and then he turned into a business smile as if nothing had happened, “But we’re already closed at this time? Elder sister, why don’t you come back another day? Let’s just leave the corpse or something alone.” It won't break in two days, right?"

"Of course the corpse will not rot, but polluting the environment is not a happy thing. ——Especially when it pollutes your own fields." Okura Yeko said meaningfully.

"Well, that's what I said, but Tiandi's self-purification ability is quite outstanding." Osamu Dazai tilted his head seemingly innocently, his unemotional kite-colored eyes narrowed with a smile, "It's you, Miss Military Police, What do you want to do by burying corpses in other people's fields?"

"...I don't have a hobby of burying corpses."

"Wow, could it be that he cheated the corpse and ran away? I have learned a lot."

Tsk, difficult brat.

As a qualified military police officer, Okura Yeko knew Zhongli and all related personnel from the intelligence point of view when he first took over the mission, including Dazai Osamu.

But I didn't expect that real people are several times more difficult to deal with than intelligence.

"You really should learn how to treat guests well, haven't your adults taught you this?"

Okura Yeko, who was not very good-tempered, simply lost his patience and talked nonsense with Osamu Dazai, and walked around the boy to the funeral parlor, "So a brat like you—"

The words that came to an abrupt end were accompanied by an elevation of the angle of view. Okura Yeko, who suddenly lost the effect of the supernatural power, turned his head suddenly, and saw that difficult stinky child holding the corner of his clothes with one hand, looking over The eyes were so damn bright.

"Wow, little sister." The stinky boy exclaimed exaggeratedly, "I didn't expect you to be called sister anymore!"

Okura Yeko's ability [Soul Breath] can change the age of herself and the creatures she touches at will. In order to facilitate her actions, she usually fixes her age to the form of a young girl. Age is not enough for her. It is a number that can be played with at will.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't care about her real age.

Pulling back the corner of her clothes, Okura Yeko quickly adjusted back to the form of a young girl, so angry that her ponytail almost turned up.

"You stinky brat—"

"Zhi is lively by nature, but he is a bit rude, sorry."

The deep voice sounded, Okura Yezi was slightly taken aback, and saw that the kid in front of him threw the broom in his hand without any accidents, made a face before leaving, and ran behind him in three steps at a time.

Okura Yeko turned his head away.

The target of her trip, Mr. Zhongli, who was targeted by the magic world and who was suspected of being a "transcendent" according to intelligence, was standing behind her, looking over with indifferent eyes.

As a hound, she didn't notice anything.

"Miss is here to look for me." Zhong Li nodded, "This is not a suitable place to talk, if Miss doesn't mind, you can move to the Manxiang Tower next to it, how about it?"

Manxianglou is a restaurant on another street in Chinatown. It is naturally more formal than a funeral parlor for conversation, but...

"Before that, let me just ask." Okura Yeko, who had adjusted his mood, pulled the brim of his hat and said seriously, "Do you know what the energy of 'Huangba spit' looks like to those magicians? "

[Huangba spits out] What does it look like?

Judging from the expressions of the two conjurers in front of them, it was obviously not a good-looking form.

Oda Sakunosuke with a gun stood at the front, protecting Nakahara Chuya and the Akutagawa brothers and sisters behind him, but still couldn't stop the sight of the two conjurers stabbing Nakahara Chuya.

It's just that they didn't say anything, instead they looked at each other, turned and left without delay.

It was only after confirming that the two uninvited guests had completely left that Oda Sakunosuke heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly lowered his arm holding the gun.

"You're not injured, are you?" He turned to look at the children behind him.

Nakahara also shook his head, "No, Mr. Oda came in time."

"They came here for Mr. Zhongli!" Akutagawa Ryunosuke said angrily, the child's forehead was throbbing with anger, and even the cute and ugly doll in his arms was twisted, "Why do they—"

Gin Akutagawa worriedly gripped his brother's hand so hard that it almost burst the little doll.

Mr. Zhongli gave this doll that resembled Rashomon to him, and if it broke, it would be his brother who would feel sorry for it.

Oda Sakunosuke also hurriedly comforted Akutagawa Ryunosuke who was about to explode, and took the time to look worriedly at Nakahara Chuya who bowed his head and remained silent after saying that sentence.

Nakahara Chuya didn't notice Oda Sakunosuke's gaze.

He was thinking back to the sight of the two conjurers who had changed since he used the power.

This kind of eyes looking at something is strange and familiar.Familiar because he has faced this kind of sight before, unfamiliar because...he has only experienced this kind of sight once.

At the wedding a few years ago, the curse master who caused trouble also looked at him with this look.