I, Zhongli, Wander the World

Dazai Osamu walked into his dormitory and locked the door.

It is assigned to the internal personnel by the military and police, and all the interior decoration is standard. It's just that Osamu Dazai joined the elite hound after all, the room was a single room, and the internal configuration was relatively complete.

He threw the uniform he had received on the bed, and after confirming that there was no surveillance equipment in the entire room, Osamu Dazai dodged into the bathroom.

The mirror surface of the sink was polished brightly, Dazai Osamu slightly tore off his neckline and looked at the mark on his chest through the mirror surface.

The imprint with a slightly darker color than the pale skin is like a natural birthmark, but the shape is a sign of the rock property. When you look closely, you can see that there are faint golden spots flowing through it.

Dazai Osamu stretched his hand to the skin and pressed it hard with a force that could leave a trace.

The mark suddenly flickered, and at the same time, with the force application point of the fingertip as the center, several bright yellow lines like meridians and formations suddenly appeared around them. After a slight flow, they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Wow." No matter how many times he watched it, Osamu Dazai still had a strange feeling.

Earlier, he told the hounds that it was caused by the fusion of the amulet and himself. Although it was nonsense, but... it was not completely illogical.

When the stone flower was handed over to him, it was said that "it's up to him to decide how to use it", so, although he was a little reluctant, he directly exchanged the flower and Mr. Zhongli for a blessing that he could control... It is also possible.

It's a bit difficult to light up slightly due to the influence of the elements when it takes effect...

With that in mind, Osamu Dazai rummaged through boxes in the room and found a medical box in the low cabinet, with several bundles of brand new bandages lying quietly inside.

"Well, let's have a look~"

Naturally, the hound is not faced with an easy job.

Even if it is a mind pie with absolute defense ability and nullification, Osamu Dazai is not always absolutely safe when he is on a mission. The enemy's sneak attack, necessary bait, and momentary negligence, the situation on the battlefield is always changing rapidly. of. In order to prevent Dazai Osamu, who was low in combat power and unable to perform surgery, at least not be stolen from his home, the Hounds and the others really spent a lot of effort.

But as far as Osamu Dazai is concerned, he is obviously more willing to study with Zhongli.

Yanwang Dijun has a little knowledge of every kung fu, and he has taught many generals under him. The most recent one is also in the Central Plains. It is not a problem to teach Dazai Osamu, who is striving for himself.

The only minor issue that arises is the choice of weapons.

"I want to use a gun." The black-haired boy in a hound uniform said with suppressed excitement.

His husband used guns the most, and Osamu Dazai had long been looking forward to using the same style of marksmanship, so as soon as Zhongli asked the question, he did not hesitate to express the thought that had been hovering in his heart for a long time.

However, Zhong Li said: "The so-called 'moon stick, year knife, spear for a lifetime', spear skill is not a quick kung fu. Especially in the city, the long spear suffers even more in the battle of the streets, and there is no other way to accumulate it over time. It's your best bet right now."

Saying that, he looked at Osamu Dazai seriously, "So, even if you know this, do you still insist on practicing spear skills?"

Even if he expressed his disapproval, he still did not deprive the juvenile of the right to choose.

Osamu Dazai, who was keenly aware of this, also straightened his face and said solemnly: "Since Mr. Zhongli did not immediately refuse, it means that these problems are not insurmountable for me. You believe me so much, how can I not believe it? What about myself?"

So, the practice of spear art is so settled.

At first, it was a stick without a gun head, and after becoming proficient, it was replaced by a normal long gun. Relying on the body's greatly improved durability after the blessing, Osamu Dazai frantically tossed his body. Even after class, he sneaked into the hound's training room to practice secretly, and occasionally pulled Suehiro iron sausage, which is also a training madman. Together.

It was only after more than a week of this practice that he was stopped by Zhong Li, who saw that the boy was in a wrong state.

"The word 'work' in 'work and rest' doesn't just refer to physical strain, I thought you knew it." Zhong Li frowned slightly and flicked Osamu Dazai's forehead, hitting the boy who is now full of defense. Leaning back slightly, "Today's training is suspended, whether it's for fun or rest, it's up to you, and you can't practice more privately in the future."

Dazai Osamu rubbed his forehead, which didn't even have a red mark, knowing that Mr. couldn't even penetrate the blessings he sent, so he whispered.

Obviously, he had already relieved most of his mental fatigue with the play...

But Osamu Dazai didn't dare to say this when his husband was serious.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

Today's Dazai Osamu can wield a spear in a good manner, and he has also gone out with the hound and others to do many missions. Although the force value is still not on the front line, it is also possible to make a few gestures with the sneak attackers in the rear.

In addition to practicing and doing tasks, he did not have the original purpose of approaching Blessed Yingzhi.

After more than half a year of getting along from strangers to familiar ones, as well as his own obscure investigations, Osamu Dazai has basically ruled out the identity of the other two Hounds, Yeko Okura and Tetsuhiro Suehiro.

The hound was not the den of the enemy he envisioned at first.

Although Yezi Okura has an arrogant personality and tends to be brutal, it is all aimed at the enemy. To his own people, especially to civilians, Okura Yeko usually makes verbal threats to occupy the majority, and even when dealing with civilians, he has a stronger sense of responsibility than Dazai Osamu, a **** with ulterior motives.

When saving the hostages, Okura Yeko fought to protect the safety of the hostages with multiple injuries. Afterwards, he said with a slightly surprised look in Dazai's eyes: "Don't be so surprised, junior. We police protect the safety of the hostages. Don't ordinary people take it for granted?"

"This duty, even if I use myself as fuel, will burn forever."

Okura Yeko is a black and white person, and maybe the first impression is not very good, but she will never shoot at the truly innocent ordinary civilians to achieve any purpose.

As for Suehiro Iron Sausage...

"Mr. Iron Sausage, the small warehouse at three o'clock is cut along the central axis, please."

"learn."

The sword light flashed, and the long sword blessed by Suehiro Tiechang's supernatural ability [Xuezhongmei] instantly stretched several times, cutting the warehouse in the distance in half.

No more questions.

The familiar Suehiro Tiechang is really a model of a good teammate. His unusual brain circuits make his occasional actions confusing, but most of the time, he is a person who will credulously believe Dazai Osamu's nonsense, even if it sounds unfamiliar. A machine of force that will execute reasonable orders without hesitation.

Suehiro Teshang, who is practicing swordsmanship, is also a sword. While severing all evil, he is also like a clean sword that makes people look down to the end.

Such a person will not use those inferior means.

Just like this, the purpose of Blessed Sakurachi as the hound captain will be overturned. The hound is not the base camp of any enemy, and it is more likely that it is the "forest" that Blessed Yingchi used to hide himself and used to cover abnormal trees.

He also has other powers.

At the same time that this idea surfaced, a certain Russian intelligence trafficker who had repeatedly targeted and engaged in troubles naturally appeared in his mind.

The **** stick who hopes to "purify the sins of the world" is indeed a good match for the hypocritical old man who always loves to talk about "world peace", isn't it?

Only in this way, his investigation methods will be more concealed.

Dazai Osamu knows the brain and methods of that "devil", and now he is not fully exposed to the other party's sight, purely because he shows a certain level of intelligence, but he is not as smart as the other party, which is not much. Once the misjudgment of intelligence is corrected, it is easy for the other party to see what he has seen.

Dazai Osamu could only hide himself deeper.

The small warehouse below was mostly destroyed by Suehiro Tiechang's sword. The two jumped directly from the helicopter, and even smashed a shallow pit on the ground when they landed.

Suehiro iron sausage is relying on body transformation, and Dazai Osamu is not afraid of free fall through his own blessing.

There is hanging, it is so arrogant.

While searching for the goods and living people at the scene, Suehiro Tiechang suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, after this mission, does Mr. Dazai need to go back on vacation?"

Suehiro Tiechang called Dazai Osamu "sir" naturally, without the jerky feeling of calling a boy much younger than himself "sir".

In his opinion, Osamu Dazai knows much more than himself, and he has never made mistakes in tactical command. This "Sir" is a matter of course.

Dazai Osamu was used to hearing him call "Sir" for a long time, so he nodded and said, "Yes, we are invited to participate in some activities at the junior high school, although it is okay not to go, but in order to prevent him from crying, we should go back for a while. Better."

"Is that the 'woooooooo so pitiful' Nakaya-kun?" Suehiro Tiechang nodded solemnly, "I see, then it's better to go back and participate."

The ghost knows what thoughts Dazai Osamu has instilled in his honest colleagues for the past six months. In a word, in Suehiro Teshang, who has never seen Nakahara Chuya, the image of the other party has long been indescribable.

"It's a campus festival. The campus is open to the public that day. If you are interested, Mr. Iron Sausage, you can also go and watch." Dazai Osamu smiled, "After all, it is a rare attempt after Yokohama's restoration of peace, and the organizer They're all trendy students, even if Mr. Iron Sausage wants to drizzle soy sauce on the yokan..."

Suddenly someone burst out in the ruins, stabbing the dagger in his hand straight at the seemingly defenseless Dazai Osamu. On the other hand, Osamu Dazai avoided the sudden attack with just a slight sideways movement. His right hand almost shook like an afterimage, and a stick-like object wrapped in cloth behind his back suddenly appeared in his hand, sending the attacker flying sideways.

The dark cloth strips loosened under this blow, and then slowly slipped, revealing the pure white gun body wrapped under it, and the black tassel floated gently with the airflow.

On the opposite side, Suehiro Tiechang did not even blink an eye, still quietly waiting for Dazai Osamu to speak.

So Osamu Dazai continued: "Even if Mr. Iron Sausage wants to drizzle soy sauce on the yokan and sprinkle white sugar on the rice, those students probably won't refuse like the restaurant, but will give you an extra serving. Strawberries in chili sauce."

Suehiro Tiechang's eyes lit up.