I, Zhongli, wander the world

The harm of the curse spirit is not as simple as threatening ordinary people.

Although the mafia in Yokohama have a certain understanding of curse spirits, and more or less have some ways to deal with them, they are not professionals after all, and there is no channel to ask official magicians to help.Wrong responses, errors in intelligence, and a little concealment of fish in troubled waters, the curse spirit did not deal with much, and the friction between the organization forces escalated rapidly due to various coincidences.

Even if the remaining prestige of the fallen star is still there, it can't prevent the situation from slipping to the brink of imbalance.

Under such circumstances, the port mafia at the center of the vortex is operating almost non-stop like a sophisticated machine.The two transcendents have been watching the dragon all day long, secretly investigating the 5000 billion that was the trigger, and Mori Ogai, the leader, was so busy that he didn't sleep a wink for days and nights.

But even so, the final result is that the mafia, which are the forces of ordinary people, are barely suppressed, and the chaos of constantly emerging curse spirits still cannot be effectively stopped.

Fortunately, this kind of thing is not only the Hong Kong and black family worrying about it.The members of the Supernatural Secret Service Division stationed in Yokohama were so anxious that the corners of their mouths were bubbling. Internal meetings were held again and again, but in the end they couldn't discuss what happened. .

And Xia Youjie, who holds a high position in the conjuration class and is a super conjurer himself, is obviously obliged to solve this situation.

After gently but firmly rejecting Gojo Satoru, who was eager to follow him, on the grounds that "Master Tianyuan still needs someone to take care of him", Xia Youjie brought a group of conjurers to Yokohama, where chaos was about to arise.

It was his acquaintances who came to receive him from the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

"The leader of the Special Operations Team of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Ango Sakaguchi." The young man with a mole on the corner of his lip pushed up his glasses, and shook hands with Xia Youjie in a very elite manner, "Long time no see, Senior Xia You."

Xia Youjie was deeply impressed by this intern in the spell class who used to rely on energy drinks to work so hard that he almost turned into a curse spirit. "It's been a long time. I didn't expect you to be the team leader."

"It's all thanks to the practice experience in the spell class. I always remember the reminder from Senior Xia You." Ango Sakaguchi said calmly.

This is not a complete bureaucratic cliché.Ango Sakaguchi's ability can read the memory of objects, in a sense it is the most suitable ability to quietly detect the enemy's situation.According to the original meaning of the officers, he was asked to work as an inconspicuous trainee clerk in the spell class for a period of time, and then he devoted himself to the great cause of espionage.

Unexpectedly, the magic class was just at the beginning of its career, and Xia Youjie, who was determined to change the world of magic, put forward many feasible plans. The conscientious Ango Sakaguchi worked diligently, and when he came back to his senses, he had already It is on the list of various intelligence archives.

No way, the Secret Service can only arrange for Ango Sakaguchi to directly enter the system.Fortunately, with the experience of the magic class, even if you change some starting positions, it is not low.

Xia Youjie nodded, "I remember that you and Mr. Qihai had a very good relationship at that time. This time he is also in the team. You can have a good chat after the matter is over."

"Thank you for your understanding, I will." Sakaguchi Ango said, "Please follow me now, and let me explain the current situation."

Based on the current positions of the two parties, Ango Sakaguchi briefly introduced the chaos of the mafia under the responsibility of the Secret Service Section, and focused on analyzing the situation of the magic spirits that will be handed over to the Conjuration Section.

"From current observations, the appearance of special spell spirits is completely random, and they may appear anywhere in the city at any time. We have sent investigators to investigate the places where spell spirits appear, but due to lack of professional knowledge Nothing."

Xia Youjie listened quietly, and suddenly asked, "Where is Chinatown?"

"...You want to ask that gentleman." Ango Sakaguchi paused before continuing: "We have observed that the curse spirit will not appear near that gentleman, but it will not deliberately avoid it. As for this phenomenon Whether it is human control or force majeure is still under investigation."

"Is that so... I understand." The pensive Xia Youjie stood up, "In short, I will start to exorcise the chaotic curse spirits that have already been born, and pay attention to the formation conditions or suspicious personnel of those curse spirits. If necessary, I will apply for assistance from the Ability and Secret Service Section."

Ango Sakaguchi breathed a sigh of relief, "No problem, thank you for your help, Senior Xia You."

After the handover was completed, Xia Youjie began to assign the responsible areas of the magic class members.

The addition of professionals has undoubtedly greatly eased the tension in Yokohama. While the riots caused by the curse spirits have been greatly reduced, the inner world has also gradually stabilized under the efforts of the port mafia. Calm down.

"But the situation will definitely not subside there. In other words, this kind of anticlimactic behavior is obviously not what the people behind the scenes want to see." Zhong Li said while teasing the little thrush with bird food, "and this point, presumably the official and the outside world I understand."

Osamu Dazai, who was sitting by the side, was about to pluck the tail feathers of the little thrush, but was slapped on his hand by the bird's wing, and he gave it a peck that was neither light nor heavy.

Unable to succeed in the sneak attack, Osamu Dazai slumped on the table in frustration, propped his chin on the table and tilted his head aside, his soft brows and eyes showed a bit of obedience.

"Does Mr. Zhongli know the purpose of the mastermind behind the scenes?" The well-behaved boy asked briskly.

Zhongli stopped the feeding action when he heard the words.

He glanced at the young man who seemed to be fooling around but was actually asking seriously, and then turned his head to look out the window, staring at the dark sky in the distance through the glass.

Dazai followed his gaze.

"Ji, do you see that Yokohama is like a huge melting pot?"

Zhong Li said, "The secret service class and the spell class intend to save this city. The port mafia and the transcendent have their own ideas. Other forces are those who take advantage of the fire, some who fish in troubled waters, and some who are wise and wise. And those who stand on the opposite , is a curse twisted by human emotions."

"All these constitute the fuel necessary for the furnace."

And what makes up the filler... is the humanity that unfolds in the process.

Osamu Dazai heard Zhongli's implication.

"That's really wicked." Osamu Dazai leaned back on the table again, muttering softly.

Zhong Li looked at this listless young man, and suddenly said: "Zhi, there are still some opportunities now, have you really made up your mind?"

"You should know that although the handling is different from the past, it's still not a difficult task. If you just follow the agreement as a temptation, it's actually enough to this point..."

"Then watch Mr. Zhongli drift away from us?"

For the first time since the acquaintance, Osamu Dazai abruptly interrupted Zhongli's words, his voice was a little muffled because it was buried in his arms.

Zhong Li stopped talking, and a pair of golden pupils quietly watched the emotionally unstable child.

"Although you never said it, I know it... Or, whether it's me or Ranpo, or even Chuya, who has never asked anything before..." Osamu Dazai slowly straightened up, Taking a deep breath, "If you hadn't taken care of us brats who haven't yet established a faction, these troubles would never have come to you. We all know this."

Anyone who knows a little about Zhongli will know that this powerful god now only wants to live the life of an ordinary person.For him, drinking tea and walking birds in the streets and alleys is far more meaningful than smashing down the stars.If it weren't for these children who came to him by accident or on their own initiative, Zhongli at this time should find a peaceful market to spend his days leisurely, instead of being framed in Yokohama, which is far from peaceful.

Osamu Dazai said softly: "You are tolerant, there is no doubt about it. If we rely on you blindly, you will probably arrange everything for us, but you will never give us the chance to fight like we do now."

"You will prepare the most suitable breeding ground for us, let us live a carefree life, and then disappear from our lives without a sound, and finally leave this world."

They have been together for so long, and Zhongli has never concealed it, how could they not figure out where their husband came from?

"Chuya's studies are on the right track, Ranpo also has the fetters of the detective agency, Akiko, Odasaku, and those two little ghosts, people from the magic world, and now I... you are gradually leading everyone Towards a bright future in which your presence is the tiniest."

As small as a candle under the scorching sun, no matter whether it is extinguished or not, it will not affect the brightness of the sky.

"No one should be responsible for whose future, I know." Osamu Dazai said, "I just selfishly hope that you can see the way we are working hard for something worth holding on to, and know that we value it so much A fetter, and then..."

"Give us a place in your future."

"We're just trying to shoulder a portion of your future beyond our means."

The emotion contained in Osamu Dazai's words was so sincere, until the end of the sound gradually dissipated in the room, Zhongli was still silent.

A few seconds later, the man's troubled voice sounded in the room: "My cover...is it that bad?"

"...Pfft." Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back, "Don't make jokes at this time."

"It's always good to make you feel better." Zhong Li smiled slightly, shaking his head while smiling, "You really surprised me, Zhi."

Osamu Dazai turned his face away with some awkwardness, "It's us, although I don't want to admit it...But Chuya is probably the first one among us to discover the clue."

Because of this, the red-haired boy insisted on never putting down his books during the turmoil in Yokohama, and always hoped that his husband would attend his graduation ceremony.

He wants to tell his husband at every ceremony that he has grown far beyond the path set for him by his husband, and that he has the ability to walk along with him.

"Then make a contract with me, Zhi." Zhongli looked at the young man seriously, the majesty of the god of contract in the golden pupils, "I will see everything you want me to see, and relatively……"

"Go all out, but do what you can, that's my request."

Osamu Dazai smiled relaxedly, "I won't let you down."

"Then, the contract is established."

"'Those who break their promises shall be punished by eating rocks', to tell you the truth, I have wanted to say this a long time ago."

So many days passed.

Just as Zhongli predicted, the people behind the scenes certainly wouldn't just watch Yokohama calm down like this.After a few days of silence, a force belonging to the Curse Master quietly came to the stage in Yokohama.

Some of them were attracted by the 5000 billion inheritance, some were for the mutated curse spirits, and some were purely looking for some fun in the chaotic Yokohama.

However, no matter what the reason is, it is always another group of big troubles.

The conjuration class had to urgently mobilize more manpower from the conjuration world. Under such circumstances, the melee in Yokohama was further expanded, but fortunately, it was controlled in time, and fortunately, it did not cause more troubles to the lives of civilians.

It's just that the situation in the other world is becoming more and more confusing.

And it was under such circumstances that a plane arrived at Yokohama Airport silently.

The man in white got off the plane empty-handed, and walked straight to the exit as if he didn't carry any luggage. His long white hair slanted down behind him, gently blowing behind him with the breeze brought by his walking.

The latest black mobile phone was held in the fingers with black nails. The man tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening carefully to the voice on the other side of the microphone, and his scarlet eyes showed a rare concentration for him.

"...I have been looking for that light that belongs to me for a long time." He said softly, his voice was low and indifferent, "Your news is very interesting, so I came here following the guidance in my heart. Now I just Hope it's accurate enough, otherwise..."

"As you should know, I don't mind having an extra rat-like gem in my stash."

A short breath came from the opposite side of the receiver, as if someone was laughing lowly over there.

"Of course, I guarantee that it is accurate enough. Or I can say arrogantly, even if you spend all your inventory, you won't be able to buy more detailed information than mine."

A silky male voice came from the earpiece, accompanied by an elegant and sad background music, "What can be more dazzling than the real morning star? Mr. Shibusawa Tatsuhiko."