I, Zhongli, Wander the World

The date on the invitation letter is very thoughtfully set in a month, and there is no rush in terms of time. Seeing that Edogawa Ranpo was so excited, Zhongli, who was supposed to go wherever he wanted, naturally wouldn't reject the boy for reasons such as the situation.

It's just that although Zhongli is not in a hurry, all the forces who learned about this from hidden channels have fried the pot inside. The attendant of the clock tower in England urgently contacted Adam who had been in contact with Zhong Li, and someone from the Japanese special ability department came to the door.

Of course, considering that Zhong Li is only close to his true identity, the special ability class will not only invite conversations in the car like it does with ordinary people. An official invitation and a scheduled location are essential, and even the person to talk to is Tanada Shantou, the director of the Secret Service Division who is powerful enough and who knows Zhongli.

The two talked for two full hours in the most expensive restaurant in Chinatown, and no one knew what they were talking about. It was only the day after that, Zhongli got the visa that he had been expedited with the green light all the way.

As for the United States, Fitzgerald, who is not bad for money, has already managed it up and down, and the customs has been smooth all the way, so naturally there will be no additional problems.

A month passed quickly.

In the bright airport, the air conditioner was running at a suitable temperature, and a group of people sat in the waiting hall waiting for the boarding announcement. Zhongli was reading a magazine that was taken from the newspaper column to pass the time, while Dazai Osamu huddled beside him and fell asleep. Edogawa, who was holding the snack bag, hurriedly looked left and right, reached out and poked Nakahara Chuya, who was closing his eyes and resting.

"Tangerine-kun, accompany me to buy soda. I've eaten a lot of snacks and my mouth is dry." Edogawa said swaying the bag in his hand.

"Didn't you say you shouldn't eat so fast?" Nakahara opened his eyes reluctantly, looked at Edogawa who was unashamed, and turned to Zhongli who was reading a magazine, "Sir, you have to Control your junk food intake."

My husband is good everywhere, but he is too lenient in some things, so lenient that he has to take on the burden of education at a young age.

"It still takes a while for the plane to take off, and it's understandable to scramble to fill the stomach with snacks." Zhong Li turned over a page of the magazine, "Just remember not to eat too much, and don't continue after this bag is finished. ."

Edogawa Ranbu, who had already eaten a satisfying meal, responded obediently: "Okay—"

Seeing that the little friend really agreed, Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up and said, "Forget it, let's not take it as an example, I'll go buy it, what do you want?"

"Okay! The old-fashioned cherry-flavored sparkling water, trouble Orange-kun!"

"I want coffee, the decaffeinated one, thank you." Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his hand and said feebly as if he was sleeping.

"You who know the way, let me go by myself!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also glared at him and said angrily.

Although he did not refuse in the end, he even agreed to bring back a cup of tea for his husband.

The nearby vending machine had coffee and tea, but the sparkling water was sold out. Zhongyuan Zhong also went a little farther according to the impression, and found a new vending machine in front of the glass wall near the entrance.

"Public relations officer, I heard that you have made a big deal in this mission! It's super cool!"

"Haha, it's not that exaggerated, the main credit is cold-blooded..."

There were voices coming from the glass wall. Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the voice subconsciously, only to see that the temperament around him was not like ordinary people, and a group of people were talking and walking along the wall. Although several of them were wearing short sleeves, their arms were obviously not wearing coats that should be worn this season, and they were also dragging heavy suitcases in their hands.

Are you a member of the world who came to pick you up?

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought curiously, maybe it was because he had been paying attention for a long time, and the person with a gentler temperament than others suddenly turned his head and looked straight at him.

After realizing that it was just an ordinary teenager looking at them, the man was obviously startled, and then politely nodded to the Central Plains.

Zhongyuan Zhong also politely returned the salute, picked up the cherry-flavored soda that had popped up from the outlet of the vending machine, and walked towards the terminal where he came.

The two groups of people walked opposite each other across the glass wall.

Then pass by.

This incident is just a small episode for Zhongyuan Zhongyao, and it is not even enough to leave a trace in my heart. After he took the soda to Lu Bu, he quickly boarded the plane to the United States with everyone.

It takes more than half a day to fly from Japan to the United States. By the time the plane stopped at the terminal, Osamu Dazai, who had never been too lazy to exercise, was sitting with his legs weak.

Zhong Li supported the boy who couldn't get off his body like noodles, and said, "After this, you need to exercise."

"But I'm really tired!" Dazai Osamu blinked pitifully, hoping to get Zhongli's sympathy by acting cute.

Nakahara, who was following behind, couldn't bear to look directly and turned his head, and suddenly noticed the thoughtful expression of Edogawa Ranbu beside him.

Zhongyuan Zhong also blinked, "What's the matter, chaotic steps?"

"It's so strange..." Edogawa said to himself, rubbing his chin, "This airport is an international airport, right? Why are there so few people?"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also startled, frowning and scanning the airport without a trace.

Their flight was deliberately selected, and the arrival time happened to be in the afternoon in the United States, which should have been the time when the airport had the most traffic. But the crowds I saw were sparse, obviously not up to the standards of an international airport.

Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously became vigilant.

"Huh? You don't have to be particularly vigilant, I was just thinking..."

Before Edogawa Ranpo could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden exaggerated laughter.

"As expected of a detective specially invited by the staff." The blond, blue-eyed man greeted him with a hearty smile, "Yes, the flight here has already been adjusted by me, it just needs some small money tricks. ."

"...I wonder how someone would spend money in such a place." Edogawa Ranbu said firmly.

The blond man who was complained about was not angry, and still said very generously: "That's not what you said, little detective. Of course, money is used to spend, as long as I spend it in the right place, I can always reap the rewards. The original money is more profitable. For example, welcome Mr. Zhongli's arrival."

"Ah, I just learned Chinese, please forgive me if the pronunciation is not standard."

Yes, from the first sentence of the meeting, the blond man has been speaking in Chinese.

And the pronunciation is surprisingly smooth.

Fortunately, the people present have more or less learned some Chinese, and can still understand what he is talking about. Zhong Li shook his head and said disapprovingly, "You don't have to yield to me in this kind of thing, just communicate normally."

This sentence is in English, mixed with Old English vocabulary and an elegant accent.

This was to show that he valued Zhong Li, but the blond man who didn't insist on it seamlessly switched his language: "Oh, I was reckless. Your pronunciation is really beautiful, and your erudition also shocked me."

"—Is this the height that God can reach?"

The air suddenly froze because of this sentence.

On the other hand, Zhong Li, who was the subject of the conversation, remained calm. He looked at the blond man in front of him and said, "But no one has ever said it so bluntly in front of me, Mr. Fitzgerald."

"Haha, that's probably because none of them are me." Fitzgerald laughed and waved his hand, "It's my honor to be evaluated like this by Mr. Zhongli."

With the arrogance of personal style in the details, but the subtle unobtrusive generosity in dealing with people, this is Fitzgerald.

The enthusiastic man took them out of the airport and drove to their residence in a brand-new luxury car.

"In addition to the detective competition, you can also rest assured to play in the United States, and all expenses will be charged to my account." In the car, Fitzgerald swore to assure, "Please rest assured, I am different from other organizations, where I am. There is no lack of strength and power in the combination, and this time I invite you to come to the United States, only in my own name."

"On the contrary, I have a request, Mr. Zhong Li, to allow me to follow the record."

Zhongyuan Zhong, who was on the sidelines, also blinked, not understanding how this person was rushing to take advantage of him.

Zhong Li was not surprised, "It must be during this period that Mr. Fitzgerald has already obtained a lot of benefits from other forces by inviting me."

Fitzgerald was not embarrassed, and said generously: "Ordinary businessmen have a pair of eyes to find business opportunities, but successful businessmen know how to create business opportunities by themselves. I got wealth, and Mr. Zhongli has a wonderful period of time. Holidays, it's a matter of mutual benefit."

"In terms of universal rationality, that's true." Zhong Li said with a smile.

He remembered the condensed light that was far away in the Tivat Continent. That kid is also good at creating business opportunities, taking advantage of them as a matter of course, and this is how he got to his current position of power step by step.

Fitzgerald has the same quality.

On the premise of a fair transaction, he doesn't mind helping.

Meanwhile, the airport.

With Fitzgerald's departure, flights at the airport increased again, and passenger traffic gradually normalized.

Another plane landed, and the passengers got off the plane one after another, and old men dressed in folklore mingled with the tourists, walking out of the terminal at a leisurely pace.

"Well, all the monsters nearby have been cleaned up." He pulled down the sunglasses in front of him and said to himself, looking at the open space in front of the exit, "But it's no wonder, after all, it's a **** who has never really appeared. , it is natural for the demons to retreat..."

An old man dressed in a quirky pestle was talking to himself in the middle of the road, with a strange smile on his face, and all the passing passengers cast inexplicable gazes and shrugged and walked away.

The old man, who didn't care about the eyes around him, took out an old notebook from his arms, and muttered as he wrote, "Well, the dinner will not be served until a week later, so let's check it out before that. I remember there was an Indian tribe in the mountains around here? The elves in their religious concept are very interesting..."

As the old man spoke, his figure gradually merged into the endless crowd, leaving only one sentence left in place.

"...Maybe a pretty good monster can be bred."