I, Zhongli, wander the world

The death of the black hand behind the scenes seems to represent the end of the incident.

The group members who had been informed to stay at a place far away from the hut did not dare to neglect the distinguished guests of the group leader, and respectfully saluted Zhongli who was walking from the direction of the hut, and only rushed to the hut to deal with it after getting Zhongli's approval. Follow up.

As for Zhongli, he didn't need to pay attention to concealment any more. He boarded the helicopter specially arranged by Fitzgerald, and quickly returned to the sea area where monsters were still raging ten minutes ago.

Ranpo Edogawa, who had already changed into dry clothes and was waiting on the deck of the Goddess of Victory, happily hugged his husband, and showed his medal representing the champion of the competition as an invitation.And Zhongli also gave him a big exaggeration just as the young detective expected, and then took the cruise ship together to the calm coast.

When the group arrived, Osamu Dazai was holding a live fish, trying to make the tall and thin man in front of him swallow it.

"Come on, open your mouth, ah—"

The inflated puffer fish was directly slapped on the man's face by the black-haired boy with a malicious smile on his face, and the dense spikes and pale skin scratched and made a "chacha" sound.However, the expression on the man's face seemed to remain the same forever. He was still sleepy, but he struggled and said, "Is this... for me?"

Osamu Dazai smiled kindly, "Oh, of course, hurry up, Mr. Lovecraft will perform that again."

As a result, the man's mouth, which looked like a normal human being, suddenly split open, and the petal-like mouthparts were surrounded by jagged teeth. In an instant, the puffer fish that had swollen into a ball was involved, and after a few commands, After the creepy chewing sound, it returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands with eyes shining.

Nakahara Nakaya on the side watched this scene inexplicably, and because he was worried about Dazai Osamu's safety, he couldn't retreat to the back, so he could only speak while guarding: "This is a monster, not your domesticated dog, Dazai."

No matter how human he looks now, he is still not a person!

The damage caused by the battle was still deeply imprinted on the coast not far away, and the wound on his body that was pulled out by the tentacles before was still aching.Nakahara also really couldn't understand why Osamu Dazai was so big-hearted that he dared to feed the monster that had just turned into a human form.

Are those iron locks on your body useful?Do you want to add another layer?

Nakahara, who was heartbroken, also thought worriedly.

And just when he was about to drag Osamu Dazai away unbearably, the adults who came to deal with the follow-up finally appeared in his vision.

"Sir!" Nakahara Zhong also shouted happily.

Finally someone has come to stop this daring guy!

It's just that his Mr. Zhongli didn't come forward immediately this time. On the contrary, Mr. Fitzgerald, who was next to him, seemed to have seen a novel species, and approached with great enthusiasm to look at the non-human sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The humanoid creature in front of him had curly and messy long hair like seaweed, pale skin, tall and thin body, and was even more timidly fixed to the ground by the chains used to lock the boat.If it weren't for the previously sent back images that clearly showed the process of the monster turning into a human form, no one would be able to connect this man who looked even sub-healthy with the monster.

"Howard Philip Lovecraft, right? You can still transform into a human form? What a novelty. Or is that just your supernatural power?" Fitzgerald asked curiously.

"No, Mr. Fitzgerald." Osamu Dazai said with a smile, "It has been verified that his ability is neither a supernatural power nor a spell."

His invalidation is only effective for supernatural powers and spells, and it has no effect outside the system like Mr. Zhongli, so it can be simply demonstrated that this monster is definitely not a product of supernatural powers.

The humanoid creature didn't answer Fitzgerald's question. Instead, it looked over the crowd in front of it and looked at Zhongli standing behind.

"Very comfortable breath..." he said slowly.

Zhongli: ...

Given that this giant octopus-like creature still maintains its human form, Zhong Li didn't make much of a show, but shifted the topic slipping to the edge of the ancient god without a trace: "How did you get along with that sorcerer?" Did the teacher know each other?"

"Well." Lovecraft thought for a while, and replied honestly: "He found me and provided me with enough energy, saying that as long as I help him attack the harbor, he can provide me with enough energy. A hotbed of restful sleep."

"But I can feel that he is dead now, so our contract has been terminated unilaterally."

When he said this, there was a trace of grievance on the face of this monster who looked like an ordinary person for no reason.

As a qualified capitalist, Fitzgerald's eyes lit up at that time, he looked at Zhongli solemnly, and said: "Mr. Zhongli, this is the spoil you captured, and the decision is up to you. So now I formally propose to you to transfer the ownership Agreement application, I hope you can transfer this monster...Mr. Lovecraft to me. I can exchange enough assets."

Fitzgerald, who is very good at making money, doesn't care about the drizzle of money at all. If he can let such a monster work for his group, the benefits will be completely worth the money.

Zhongli, who doesn't care about the giant octopus, has no reason not to agree, not to mention that he also knows that Fitzgerald does have the means to control Lovecraft, so with his consent, Fitzgerald immediately started to fight with Lovecraft. Lovecraft talked big.

He first talked about the destruction of the harbor, then the issue of compensation for the harbor, and then how much money he lost because of his joint troubles, as well as the subsequent pressure from public opinion.Talking about this non-human who has a certain amount of human logic but not completely, he was dizzy, and finally made a contract with him.

Since the problems mentioned by Fitzgerald do exist and comply with the law, and the contract is strictly made in accordance with fairness and justice, Zhong Li just testified by the side and didn't say much.

That's pretty much the end of the matter.After that, Zhongli took the youngsters who had just had a great time to play in the United States for a few days. During the period, he even used the money given by Fitzgerald to teach Zhongyuan, who was somewhat interested, to trade in stocks on Wall Street.And Zhongyuanzhong is indeed very talented in this area. When they leave the United States by plane, the gains of those stocks are not bad.

If it wasn't for the start of school soon, the reluctant Zhongyuan Zhong would not even want to leave.

The plane landed at Yokohama Airport.

Chuya Nakahara walked out of the airport talking and laughing with his husband, and at a glance, he spotted Akiko Yosano and the president standing in the crowd with subtle expressions. He just raised his hand to say hello, but he glanced at the person next to him At that moment, people suddenly stopped.

"You, you, why are you here?" He looked in shock at the blond man who came over with a smile.

Verlaine straightened his hat, walked forward unhurriedly, with the elegance of a French man in every gesture, "I want to call you brother, Zhongya. As for why I am here, do you still need me when my brother comes to pick up his brother?" Is there a reason?"

Yosano Akiko stepped forward helplessly, "He came to the detective agency a few days ago and asked where Chuya had gone. After getting the answer, he wanted to go directly to the United States. If it wasn't for Rimbaud who came here after hearing the news Mister stop him, maybe you will meet him in America a few days ago."

"Rimbaud just thinks too much." Verlaine snorted coldly, but he didn't explain why he, the assassin king who had been sneaking away from Rimbaud for three years, didn't sneak away, "If it weren't for all of you... I wouldn't be here The detective agency stayed for so many days."

The suspicious pause in his speech was extremely fast, but it was still noticed by the few people present with keen perception.

Ranpo Edogawa, who was biting a lollipop, and Osamu Dazai, who was drinking a drink and playing with his phone, let out a muffled laugh at the same time.

Zhong Li sighed.

"Mr. Verlaine," he said, "Long time no see."

Verlaine, who had been trying his best to avoid having a chance to have a conversation with Zhongli, froze, and finally turned his gaze away with good professionalism, "Mr. Zhongli...it's been a long time."

He who transformed into a monster is not unconscious, he can still vaguely remember the ocean evaporated by himself, the tiny figure stepping over the ocean, and the fallen star from the sky.

When he was hit by a star, he even vaguely saw the tip of the iceberg at a certain level through the ancient divine power.

Now Verlaine has complicated feelings towards Zhongli.On the one hand, like Rimbaud who was burned by the flames spewed by Huang Ba, he had an instinctive fear of Zhongli who manipulated the stars; Deep recognition and curiosity.

Zhong Li is not a simple "similar" as he thought at the beginning, the difference in magnitude between them is even bigger than the gap between him and Zhong Yuan.

It was a pioneer in the wilderness who had traveled much farther than he did.

Such complicated emotions made Verlaine confused when facing Zhongli. Before clarifying his thoughts, all he could do was reduce communication, but the desire for recognition made him approach unconsciously. .

Just like this time.While it was undeniable that he really wanted to see his brother, who's to say he didn't have some secret hope deep inside?

"Hello." Zhongyuan Zhong also stood in front of his husband vigilantly, "Are you here to find me? Then don't make trouble for your husband."

"Brother, you are really simple." Verlaine immediately focused his attention on Zhongya Zhongyuan, and said with a sigh, "Have you never done an analysis of the enemy's situation? That's what Mr. Zhongli taught you?"

Nakahara Chuya twitched his forehead, "It's not your turn to tell me how sir taught me!"

"I am your brother, of course I have the obligation to discipline you."

"According to your logic, I still call Mr. Uncle!"

Zhong Yuanzhong, who followed the logic, almost lost himself after he finished speaking. He wanted to take a look in Zhongli's direction but he didn't dare, so he acted viciously, and added bravely, "You too."

"..."

The arena suddenly fell silent.

Rimbaud, who was hiding in the dark, finally couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and walked to Verlaine, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, Paul just woke up a few days ago and his mind is not clear enough. I'll take him away first."

As he spoke, he grabbed his partner by the shoulder and dragged him away. Verlaine, who was silent, did not resist, and could only faintly hear Rimbaud's voice after the two of them walked away: "Is this how I taught you the strategy?  … ..."

Osamu Dazai sucked the drink box in his hand expressionlessly, and the only noise left in the arena was his noise.

Zhong Li patted Chuya Nakahara on the shoulder.

"Just call me Mr. as usual," he said.

"……it is good."