I, Zhongli, wander the world

Osamu Dazai naturally did not immediately agree.

For a smart person like him, it would be too fake to join if anyone invites him casually.It always takes a lot of running-in, pushing and pulling, coupled with embellishment of events, to make it appear that his joining is not so cheap.

Fukuji Sakurachi, who already had impure motives, also understood this truth, and didn't force it, but asked Dazai Osamu to say something, and after dutifully sending the boy back to the funeral parlor, he didn't meet Zhongli, so he went left on his own.

A few days passed after that.

The scene of the falling star was so vast that even the ordinary residents had witnessed the situation with their own eyes, so that the Supernatural Secret Service Division had no way to hide it, so it could only futilely characterize the incident as a collective hallucination caused by the leak of poisonous gas, which happened to coincide with the falling of the meteorite.

As for the petrified seawater that took a few days to disappear, it was explained that it had reacted with the unknown space elements left on the meteorite. The preliminary test results showed that it was harmless to the human body, but we still hoped that the general public would not approach it at will.

On the surface, the people's hearts were finally stabilized.

And the inner world is not as peaceful as the world of ordinary people.The eyes of supernatural organizations all over the world are focused on Yokohama, a small city in the far eastern country, but no one dares to take the lead in acting rashly, but secretly investigates the truth like a madman.Local organizations such as GSS, Takase Club, etc. are even more quiet, and even the daily fighting and business have almost stagnated.

After all, their previous psychological expectations of detours were based on the premise that Zhongli was a "supernatural person". Now that the gap suddenly appeared, even if they knew that the other party would not do anything to them, they still needed to allow time to adjust their mentality.

For a time, Yokohama, which had been plagued by disputes and disasters since the end of the war, ushered in peace for a short time.

"Then, here I am."

Gojo Satoru ate the raspberry water steamed buns on the table, and said vaguely: "The group of old oranges in the magic world have offended you before, and now I know I'm afraid. A group of old men are not enough in the magic class, and they will come to my house to hinder you." My eyes were all beaten by me and thrown out."

As he said that, he swallowed the food in his mouth, and an unscrupulous smile appeared on his face, "After all, it is me and Jie who are in power now, a group of useless old oranges that can only produce carbon dioxide except for their force value that is about to sink into the ground. It doesn't matter if you get hit."

It has been three years since Xia Youjie joined the official spell class, and two former male high school students have already graduated from high school.Relying on the personal connections established in the spell class before graduation, Gojo Satoru became the actual head of the Gojo family with almost no obstacles, and cooperated with Xia Youjieli to send all the corrupt high-level people home to retire .

Most of the vacant positions were filled by young people from the two high schools of conjuration. An Geji, Nanami Jianren, Hui Yuanxiong and others stepped into the conjuration at the invitation of Xia Youjie or under the "coercion" of Gojo Satoru. The art world displays its talents, and among them, Mingming, who is in charge of finances, is the most comfortable.

The former senior officials who lost their real power were incompetent and furious for a while, and they were powerless to deal with this one-sided situation. This year, it finally subsided, but they started to make trouble because of the sudden situation in Yokohama.

"Having said that, you are still here." Zhong Li looked at the former high school student who could be called a youth, and said so.

"After all, Jie made such a request." Gojo Satoru blinked his beautiful eyes and said, "The higher-ups are urging hard, and the conjuration community will always make an effort to investigate. As the current conjuration community and Mr. Zhongli It is incumbent on the magician with the most contacts to be the first to make contact."

"What's more, I have been busy with a lot of things since I graduated, and I have to manage the magic circle and go to exorcise curse spirits all over the world. I haven't seen Mr. Zhongli for a long time."

Zhong Li shook his head and smiled, "I'm afraid he missed the dessert I made."

"Don't worry about the details, hahaha!"

It was a sunny afternoon, and the bright sunlight was shining gently on the indoor green plants through the window lattice.The geographical location that can't look directly at the sea is of no use to the six eyes that can see through. Gojo Satoru can easily see through the layers of buildings to see the petrified rock formations on the sea surface that are shining brightly in the sun.

"Speaking of which, even with psychological expectations, I was still taken aback by you." Gojo Satoru said, "Meteorites from the sky are too exaggerated. Is this your full strength?"

"Ah, I just asked casually, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."

After several years of experience in power, the once unscrupulous Liuyanzi has finally grown into a Lipai adult who can understand others.

"There's nothing to say." Zhong Li said, "You should have guessed that this is not my full strength. It's just that if nothing happens, I won't use it lightly."

"What people should do and need to do should be done by themselves. Instead of involving external forces, trying to get things that don't belong to them."

"That's a good answer."

"Ah." Gojo Satoru scratched his hair and leaned back on the chair in frustration, "So you can see it. I was going to go back and play it perfunctory... Is my cover-up so bad?"

"It's just a reasonable speculation. What's more, you should know that I don't care about these things." Zhongli said.

"Well... that's right." Realizing that he was entangled in superfluous things, the open-minded Liuyanzi quickly let go of these troubles, and became visibly happy.

"Jie will definitely regret it if he finds out!" He said triumphantly, "That guy didn't dare to come to see you because of guilt, and he pretended to say that he was too busy with work recently. I don't have any desserts this time." Leave it to him! Ha!"

As he said that, the white-haired young man picked up a round steamed bun again, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he asked, "Speaking of which, why didn't you even see a brat this time?"

"Those children." A smile appeared on Zhongli's face, "Probably enjoying a leisurely afternoon."

Nakahara Nakaya, one of the "children" enjoying a leisurely afternoon, folded his hands under his nose, staring bitterly at the cold tea on the table.

A hand in black gloves reached out from the side and took the cup from the table.

Yosano Akiko looked at the cup in his hand, then at Nakahara Chuya who didn't even change his posture, and sighed helplessly: "Really, it's cold again."

"Yeah, it's cold again." Nakahara Chuya murmured blankly, "My graduation season..."

The process of resolving the incident overnight seemed smooth, but the impact of the earth-shattering situation still existed.In order to avoid any subsequent impact of the "poisonous gas" in the official announcement, the school directly suspended the final class.For classes that are about to graduate, the school will send their graduation certificates home.

Nakahara Chuya's dream of the excellent graduate podium that his husband watched on board still only exists in his dream.

The red-haired boy was lying on the table, his whole face buried in his arms, so depressed that he almost grew mushrooms.

"Well, Akiko, you just came back from a business trip, let's take a rest first." Edogawa Ranpo pointed at Nakahara Nakaya with a hand holding a lollipop, "Isn't Dazai still around?"

Yosano Akiko looked at the position pointed by the lollipop, Dazai Osamu, who propped his face with one hand, patted Chuya Nakahara on the shoulder, and said old-fashionedly: "It's okay Chuya, we can't do it this time, we have another time, Yokohama will always become more and more stable. If it doesn't work, we will kidnap your principal..."

Yosano Akiko silently turned her gaze back, "No, it's because Dazai is here that I can't rest assured."

"Again, isn't it working hours now? Why did you come to the detective agency to catch fish as a funeral home apprentice!"

Osamu Dazai raised his head and blinked, "Because I told Mr. He that Zhong also needs comfort, Mr. He generously gave me a vacation."

"He's too casual!"

There was a knock on the door at this moment.

Except for Chuya Nakahara, who was almost completely closed to himself in his depression, the other three looked towards the main entrance at the same time.Yosano Akiko took a few steps forward and opened the door.

"Oh? Yes...is that so?"

Vague words came faintly through the screen, and not long after, Yosano Akiko poked her head out and said, "Ranbu, it's the courier who said there is a letter from you."

"Huh?" Edogawa gnawed at the candy and tilted his head in disorder.

He jumped off the chair and walked to the door with brisk steps, the expression on his face turned into interest the moment he saw the letter to be picked up.

"Oh, this is it!" He opened his eyes wide like a child who got a new toy, signed for it almost twice as fast as usual, and picked up the open box in his place with the envelope in his hand. letter knife.

The clever young detective never memorizes things he thinks are unimportant, so Yosano Akiko handed over his letter opener naturally, and said casually: "It's rare to see you so excited, is it a compliment from a fan? letter?"

"No." Edogawa Ranpo hummed happily, knocked down the opening of the opened envelope, and dumped the contents on the table.

Those are two sheets of paper with different textures.Edogawa Ranpo took out the card that was clearly in the shape of an invitation card, and showed it to his friends in the room as if showing off.

"Qiang Qiang! The invitation letter for the International Detective Competition from the United States!" The young detective raised his head slightly and said triumphantly, "It seems that their organizers have a good eye! Knowing that a famous detective like me is the best! Those who are really qualified to be invited, seeing that they are sincere in this invitation, I will reluctantly accept it!"

"Oh, not bad, Ranpo!" Applauded in coordination with Akiko Yosano, and even Nakahara Nakahara, who was slumped on the table, was called back to his soul by Edogawa Ranpo's voice, applauding weakly but sincerely palm.

Standing aside, Osamu Dazai stretched his head to look, and picked up another piece of paper lying on the table.

The obvious letter paper paper was neatly folded in half, with gold-inlaid dark lines printed on the edges, and the stylish fragrance faintly entered the nasal cavity with the flow of air.

Osamu Dazai unfolded the letter paper folded in half.

【Dear Mr. Ranpo...】

The preamble of the letter was lacklustre, standard and polite invitation official words, Dazai Osamu read ten lines at a glance, and skipped directly to the end.

【…The invitation letter sent with this letter is available for you and your relatives and friends to enter the venue. On behalf of the organizer, I sincerely look forward to your arrival.

Your forever friend, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald]