I, Zhongli, wander the world

Natsume Soseki helped Zhongli find a house to live in. Of course, he was not only concerned about the health of Nakahara Chuya—it might be better to say that this was just the tiniest reason, and more because he wanted to find a fixed place for him to observe at any time.

In such a powerful situation, it is more reassuring to keep supernatural powers under their noses.

But after more than a week of close monitoring, Natsume Soseki discovered that this strange supernatural being who could not find any relevant information was really just taking care of the child seriously.

After buying daily necessities and water with the remaining money on the first day, Zhongli lived in peace and contentment, cooking some stomach-regulating food for Zhongyuan Zhongye every day, teaching the boy to speak with pillow straw and various children's picture books Literacy.If he hadn't had to deal with gangsters and members of the yakuza who occasionally come to find trouble, Natsume Soseki would have almost forgotten that this is a dangerous offensive power user.

He even got a job at a funeral home in Chinatown, like a real normal guy.

"Mr. Zhongli, what are you looking at?"

The make-up artist of the funeral home, He Yao looked at Zhongli who was looking out the window, and asked curiously.

"It's nothing." Zhong Li calmly withdrew his gaze from looking at the corner where the cat was hidden, his face remained expressionless as usual.

However, He Yao seemed to have been opened up. He leaned his chin on the back of the chair and asked curiously: "Speaking of which, why did Mr. Zhong Li choose to work in a funeral home? You are so knowledgeable and talented, what can you do that is not better than the emcee of the funeral home? "

Traditional Chinese people are always taboo about matters of life and death, and generally would not take the initiative to choose to engage in funeral-related work without special reasons. People like Zhongli who are knowledgeable, good-looking and temperamental, even more so from the outside. Insulate yourself from such things.

Zhongli didn't have any reason, it was just that he was used to working at the Xiangshengtang and that he had a high salary for funerals in the chaotic Yokohama, but looking at He Yao's little eyes full of expectations, it was clear that such an ordinary reason would not let people give up, but would be rejected The suspicion is that he just found an excuse and perfunctory.

Harmless, but in terms of common sense, it is indeed troublesome.

So Zhongli said: "The so-called birth, old age, sickness and death is a part of the order of reincarnation. Just deal with it calmly. There is no need to be jealous and repulsive. And all orders need people to take care of them. The way of funerals bears double responsibility. That's right."

The expression on Zhongli's face was serious, as if what he said hadn't been changed from Hu Tao.He Yao immediately believed his words, and said emotionally: "Mr. has great ambitions, but I am too small."

Zhong Li took a sip of tea calmly.

He Yao wanted to say something more, but a clear voice came from outside the door, interrupting his words.

"Mr. Zhongli has such a unique insight, which is the only one I have ever seen in my life."

Zhong Li and He Yao looked up at the same time, and saw a white-haired young man in a dark suit walking in from the gate.

He Yao immediately stood up nervously, "Mr. Tiaoye!"

Tiaoye Caiju closed his eyes tightly, nodded to He Yao with a kind smile, and didn't care about the make-up artist who was made more nervous by his smile, he pulled a chair and sat down next to Zhongli.

Zhong Li sat on his seat as motionless as a mountain, looked at the young man with a smile on his face, and said, "I didn't expect you to be proficient in Chinese, Mr. Tiaoye."

He used Chinese throughout the conversation with He Yao, and his diction was not modern, it was really rare that Tiao Ye Caiju could understand it.

"I just know a little bit, Mr. Zhongli praised me." Tiaoye Caiju said modestly, and then changed the subject: "How did Mr. Zhongli think about my proposal last time?"

"Don't ask questions about the world of mortals, but seek a safe place to live." Zhongli said, "No matter how many times I ask, I always answer this way, Mr. Tiaoye."

"Hey... that's really a pity." Tiaoye Caiju spread his hands, but there was no trace of regret on his face, "I'm obviously looking forward to working with Mr. Zhongli."

Zhongli flicked the tea leaves with the lid, "Thank you for your kindness."

He Yao stood aside nervously, hesitant to speak when he heard Zhong Li's resolute refusal, but he didn't dare to make any sound at this moment.

Tiaoye Caiju, a high-level cadre of a criminal organization, used to occasionally come to make reservations for their funeral packages. Recently, for some reason, he was very interested in the new master of ceremonies, Mr. Zhongli, and came to chat with the latter every now and then. From time to time to persuade them to join the organization.

Even if the power of that organization in Yokohama is not comparable to those of the established forces, it is already a colossus for a small funeral home. In He Yao's view, Zhongli has the courage to reject so many criminal organizations that have not yet been viciously vicious. Shen Hai is already a miracle.

The two people who were sitting didn't care about He Yao's entanglement, Zhong Li took the lead to ask: "Mr. Tiaoye, why are you here?"

Tiaoye Caiju stroked his chin and said, "Well, a fairly important member of our organization died, and the boss ordered me to make an appointment for the funeral package."

"Still the same?"

"Hey? Has Mr. Zhongli checked the records? ——It's fine as usual."

Zhongli nodded, and greeted the receptionist, who had long been huddled behind the counter and tried to reduce his sense of presence, to come over and draw up a contract.

Before signing his name, Tiaoye Caiju suddenly raised his head and said, "This time, I would like to invite Mr. Zhongli to come here in my own name."

Zhong Li said lightly, "I'm just the master of ceremonies."

"You can add more money." Tiaoye Caiju stretched out his hand to compare a number, and He Yao, who was standing by the side, stared straight at him.

Zhong Li, who happened to be thinking about buying new clothes for Zhong Ye: "..."

"...if you insist."

Even Dijun Yanwang, now that he has lost his high-paying job in the Hall of Resurrection and Dadalia, he has to nod to a slightly lower life.

Tiaoye Caiju came by car, and Zhongli wanted to get on the passenger seat of the funeral home's special car, but was kindly invited by Tiaoye Caiju to sit in his car.

In the car that was driving smoothly, Tiaoye Caiju tilted his head slightly, listening to Zhongli's methodical heartbeat.

He had never heard such a beautiful voice as Mr. Zhongli.

It is gentle, continuous and loud, as boundless as the earth, and as deep as the vast sea, as if no matter what happens, it can't affect it in the slightest. There is no sadness or joy, and the rhythm is as firm as a rock.

Tiaoye Caiju, who had heard the surveillance content relayed by someone, knew very well that Zhongli was a powerful supernatural being, which was also his original intention to recruit Zhongli, but now, his strength has long since become a secondary reason.

He wants to hear this wonderful voice.

Maybe he should think of other ways, such as the child adopted by Zhongli in the information.He was very curious, if something happened to the child, would there be any pleasant changes in Zhongli's unchanging voice...

"Mr. Jono, we're here."

The driver's words interrupted Tiao Ye Caiju's thoughts, his ears moved slightly, and he easily heard the familiar voices of several subordinates outside the carriage.

But being interrupted was really annoying.

"Ah, it's really hard work, Honda-kun." Tiaoye Caiju said in a brisk tone. It was obviously a thank you word, but the driver Honda felt a chill behind him.

It wasn't the first time he saw Mr. Jono killing someone with a smile on his face.

Zhong Li glanced at Tiaoye Caiju, who was obviously agitated, "Please lead the way, Mr. Tiaoye."

Tiaoye Caiju's mask-like expression froze for a moment, but when he looked back, he smiled genuinely: "Hey, get out of the car now, sir, you are really kind."

"...just do it casually."

He couldn't just watch unrelated people being angered because of Tiaoye Caiju's malice towards him.

Tiaoye Caiju got out of the car, led Zhongli and the driver of the funeral home to the two-story building with an ordinary appearance, and said as he walked, "This is a temporary external stronghold of the organization. Yes, there will be further notice later.”

"learn."

The place where the remains were stored was deep in the basement. Zhongli followed the Yecaiju road past several guard posts, and finally came to a laboratory-like room.

A strong bloody smell came.

"This stronghold does not have a dedicated body storage place, so it can only be temporarily placed here, which is ridiculous." Tiaoye Caiju said, pulling away the blood-soaked white cloth covering the corpse.

Most of the corpse was soaked in blood, and there were various scars on the outside. The left hand and right eye of the corpse were missing, and the severed tongue could be vaguely seen through the gap between the slightly parted lips.

The funeral home driver who had been following silently took a breath of air.

Tiaoye Caiju listened attentively, and as expected, he found that the voice belonging to Zhongli was still calm. Although there was no accident, he was still a little disappointed in his heart. He said listlessly: "Mr. Xingu was caught because of his lack of ability. Seeing that he has been tortured and did not reveal any information about the organization, Boss decided to hold a funeral for him in the name of the organization, so please take care."

The last sentence was spoken to the driver of the funeral home, who hurried forward and tried to transfer the body to the transfer bed.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was a sudden violent explosion on the ground, followed by the shock and the dust shaking off the wall. The driver was so frightened that his hands shook, and the body, which was already half off the hospital bed, fell back onto the bed with a snap. .

Zhong Li suddenly raised his head, his pair of golden pupils stared straight at the ceiling, as if seeing the scene outside through the thick soil.

Tiaoye Caiju managed to distinguish Zhongli's voice from the tinnitus, pursed his lips and said, "It's an enemy attack, at a time like this it can only be that organization."

"The organization that tortured Mr. Shintani to death...the Port Mafia."

"What, what?!"

Hearing the name of the port mafia, the driver's reaction was violent, and his already unwell face turned pale almost instantly, trembling and muttering: "It's over...how could it be..."

Zhong Li silently glanced at the flustered driver, then shifted his gaze to Tiaoye Caiju, who looked serious, and asked slowly, "Mr. Tiaoye, is this an accident?"

"……oops."

Tiaoye Caiju suddenly laughed.

"What is Mr. Zhongli talking about? Yes, of course it was an accident.——What else could it be?"

The author has something to say:

It's Tiaoye Caiju from the cadre period, a bad guy

The original book doesn’t say which way Tino is from, so I’ll assume it’s still in Yokohama. After all, there are a lot of talents in Yokohama (violent words)