I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Natsume Soseki helped Zhong Li to find a house, of course, he was not only concerned about Zhongyuan Zhongya's health - rather, this was the smallest reason among them, and more of it was to find a fixed place for him to observe at any time.

It is more reassuring to keep this kind of powerful power outsider under the nose.

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

After using the rest of the money to buy daily necessities and drinking water on the first day, Zhong Li lived in peace and quiet. Every day, he made some food for the Central Plains, and taught the boys to speak with a pillow and grass and various children's picture books. Literacy. If it weren't for dealing with the gangsters and yakuza members who occasionally came to look for 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 person.

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

The makeup artist of the funeral home, He Yao asked curiously as he looked at Zhong Li who was looking out the window.

"Nothing." Zhong Li calmly retracted his gaze towards the corner where the cat was hidden, his face as expressionless as ever.

He Yao seemed to have been opened, 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 the funeral home? You are so knowledgeable and talented, what can you do better than the funeral home master? "

Traditional Chinese people are always rather shy about matters of life and death, and generally do not take the initiative to choose to engage in white affairs-related work unless there are special reasons. People like Zhong Li are knowledgeable, handsome, and temperamental, even more so from the outside. Insulate from this kind of thing.

Zhong Li didn't have any reason, it was just a habit of working in the hall of life and the high salary for funeral services in the chaotic Yokohama, but looking at He Yao's expectant little eyes, it was obvious that this kind of ordinary reason not only could not make people give up, but would be punished. Suspected that he just made an excuse to perfunctory.

Innocent, but in terms of general rationality, it's really troublesome.

So Zhong Li said: "The so-called birth, old age, sickness and death are a part of the order of reincarnation. Just be calm, and you don't need to be afraid of rejection. And all the order needs to be taken care of by people, and the way of funerals bears double the responsibility. It is so."

The expression on Zhong Li's face was serious, as if the words he said were not changed from Walnut's side. He Yao immediately believed his words, and said moved: "Mr. has great ambitions, it's because I am small."

Zhong Li calmly took a sip of tea.

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

"Mr. Zhongli has such a unique opinion, which is the only thing 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 door.

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

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

Zhong Li sat in his seat like a mountain, looked at the young man with a superficial smile, 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 phrasing was not modern, so it was rare for Tiaoye Caiju to understand.

"Just a little knowledge, Mr. Zhong Li is wrong." Tiaoye Caiju said modestly, and then the topic changed: "How did Mr. Zhong Li consider my last proposal?"

"Don't ask about the mortal world, but ask for a place to live." Zhong Li said, "No matter how many times you ask, this is my answer, Mr. Tiaoye."

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

Zhong Li poked the tea leaves with the lid, "Thank you for not being sensitive."

He Yao stood aside nervously, and when he heard Zhong Li's decisive refusal, he hesitated, but he did not dare to make any sound at this time.

Tiaoye Caiju, a high-level cadre of a criminal organization, used to occasionally come to book their funeral packages. Recently, for some unknown reason, he is very interested in the new master of ceremonies, Mr. Zhongli. From time to time to persuade him to join the organization.

Even if the power of that organization in Yokohama is not comparable to those of the old-fashioned forces, it is already a giant for a small funeral home. In He Yao's view, Zhongli has the courage to reject the criminal organization that has not been murdered so many times. Shen Hai is already a miracle.

The two sitting didn't care about He Yao's entanglement, Zhong Li took the lead and asked, "Why is Mr. Tiaoye here?"

Tiaoye Caiju touched his chin and said, "Well, a fairly important member of our organization died. The boss ordered me to book a funeral package."

"Still the same?"

"Hey? Has Mr. Zhongli turned over the records? - The old way is fine."

Zhongli nodded, and greeted the receptionist who had shrunk behind the counter and tried to reduce his sense of existence to come over and make a contract.

Before signing his name, Tiaoye Caiju suddenly raised his head and said, "I want to invite Mr. Zhongli in my own name for the funeral this time."

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

"You can add money." Tiaoye Caiju stretched out his hand to compare a number, and He Yao, who was standing beside him, looked straight.

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

"...if you insist."

Even the Rock King Emperor, now that he lost his high-paying job in the Rebirth Hall and Dadalia, had to nod his life a little bit lower.

Tiaoye Caiju came by car. Zhongli wanted to get into the passenger seat of the funeral home car, but was invited by Tiaoye Caiju to get in his car.

In the smooth driving car, Tiaoye Caiju turned his head slightly, listening to Zhongli's orderly 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 ocean, as if no matter what happens, it cannot have the slightest impact on it. There is no sadness or joy, and the rhythm is firm as a rock.

Tiaoye Caiju, who has heard the monitoring content, is very clear that Zhongli is a powerful ability user, which is also his original intention to attract Zhongli, but now, the strength has become a secondary reason.

He wanted to hear this wonderful voice.

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

"Mr. Jono, we are here."

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

But being interrupted is still very uncomfortable.

"Yeah, it's really hard work, Honda-kun." Jono Caiju said in a brisk tone, obviously a thank you, but the driver Honda felt a chill behind his back.

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

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

Tiaoye Caiju's mask-like expression froze for a while, but when he turned around, he smiled genuinely: "Hey, I'll get off now, sir, you're really kind-hearted."

"...It's just a matter of course."

He can't help but watch unrelated people get angered because of Tiaoye Caiju's malice towards him.

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

"learn."

The place where the body was stored was deep in the basement, and Zhong Li followed Ye Caiju through several sentries, and finally came to a laboratory-like room.

A strong **** smell came.

"This stronghold does not have a dedicated body storage place. It can only be placed here temporarily. It's a joke." Tiaoye Caiju said, and pulled away the blood-soaked white cloth covering the body.

Most of the corpse was soaked with blood, and there were all kinds of scars on the surface. The left hand and right eye of the corpse were missing, and the severed tongue could be vaguely seen from the gap between the slightly opened lips.

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

Tiaoye Caiju listened carefully, 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, he said listlessly: "This Mr. Xingu was caught because of his lack of ability. Seeing that he was tortured and didn't reveal the information of the organization, the boss decided to hold a funeral for him in the name of the organization, it's work."

The last sentence was said by the driver of the funeral home. The driver hurried forward and tried to transfer the body to the transport bed.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was a violent explosion on the ground, followed by the shock and the dust rustling on the wall. The driver was so frightened that his hands shook, and the body, which had already left the hospital bed, slammed back onto the bed. .

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

Tiaoye Caiju barely discerned the voice belonging to Zhongli from the tinnitus, and pursed his lips and said, "It's an enemy attack. At this time, it's probably only that organization."

"The organization that tortured Mr. Shingu to death... the port mafia."

"What, what?!"

The driver who heard the name of the port mafia reacted violently, his face that was not very good turned pale almost instantly, and murmured tremblingly: "It's over... how could it be..."

Zhong Li glanced at the panicked driver in silence, then moved his gaze to the seemingly serious Tiaoye Caiju, and slowly asked, "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 in the cadre period, a bad guy

The original book didn't say which way Joo Ye was, so I set it up privately or in Yokohama. After all, talented people come out of Yokohama (violent remarks)