It's a power, not a spell

At noon, the wind was much lower. Yazaki drove and brought the things they needed at noon. The trunk was almost missing, and there were even a few exquisitely packaged small boxes in very girly colors.

The odds and ends were placed on the ground, and the 1.9-meter-long white-haired man was happily unpacking the cake. Nakahara Zhong also looked down at his phone and swiped up for a long time before he saw the familiar news. It is said that there will be dozens of them.

There are many such as "a limited cream cake of a certain store" and "a limited strawberry mousse of a certain store today".

"...Thanks for your hard work, Yazaki." He rubbed the space between his brows.

"It's not hard at all." The 1.8-meter man in a black suit looked very respectful in front of him, bowing his head. Yazaki used to be his subordinate, "Mr. Chuya."

Zhong Yuanzhong also had an impression of his face.

Yazaki used to be quite talkative, not too old, and had a more cheerful personality. After two years, he became silent, and he seemed calm and reliable.

In the past, there were two more people and one cat in the boss's house, and he also kept silent knowingly, but of course he would not hide what should be reported.

Nakahara also knew that Mori Ogai was very clear about his affairs, seeing Yazaki still standing there, he asked clearly: "Mr. Mori, what's the matter?"

The relationship between the two is no longer superior and inferior, so calling it 'boss' is inappropriate.

"It's about "Raibo Street"..."

After all, it is the most chaotic area in Yokohama, Hong Kong|Black is concerned about it, and Nakahara Nakata crawled out of the grave yesterday, and it just so happened that there was news from the other side of Saibo Street that there was a similar incident of corpse movement.

Mori Ogai had already sent someone to investigate the specific situation when he left the headquarters, but he just asked him to drop by and tell Nakahara Chuya.

It happened that the place where he was buried was not far from Leibo Street.

Will the two be related?

Gojo Satoru looked up, "The appointment is to accompany me to eat crepes in the afternoon."

"know."

But these two things are not in conflict.He won't eat crepes all afternoon, he can go to Leibo Street to have a look before buying with Gojo Satoru.

Besides, it's not past noon yet.

"I'll take a look and be back before noon."

"Does Zhong also want to go alone?"

"Huh?" Otherwise?

Although he knew that this matter should have nothing to do with him, but out of his own heart, he still decided to take a look. It would be best if it was a supernatural being, and he could find it in time if it was a monster, so as to reduce unnecessary casualties and make Hong Kong| Relevant experts known by Hei came to solve the problem.Or if he could, he could figure it out himself.

This matter may have something to do with Hong Kong|Blacks, Chuya Chuya, or even Takashi Natsume, but it really has nothing to do with Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru put down the fork that came with the cake in his hand, the corner of his mouth was still stained with cream, "I said it all, I will always stand by Chuya's side."

"..." Nakahara Chuya threw him the pack of tissues before, and suddenly turned to Yazaki, "When did you come out from the headquarters?"

"Yes... when I left the headquarters, about two hours ago."

Very good, it seems that he ran outside for two hours because of Wutiao Wuyao's things. After two hours, what should have happened has already happened.Glancing at Gojo Satoru who didn't have the slightest sense of guilt for causing trouble to others, he still didn't say anything in the end, and Chuya Nakahara called Mori Ogai.

Mori Ogai didn't talk too much nonsense, he guessed the intention and told him the most concerned thing directly, "The man has come back."

However, a few of them turned into zombie-like things, and brought back their bodies after being killed by headshots.It is temporarily impossible to determine whether it is the effect of the biochemical crisis, the ability, or the monster.

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Leibo Street has always been known as Yokohama's slums, a chaotic place, and the environment is naturally not very good. There are stooped "humans" wandering slowly in the dirty streets.

The most central area has been occupied. They seem to be guarding something, and they are 'patrolling' around a certain point. They have a very serious sense of territory and never take a step outside.

Don't look at this group of guys moving slowly now. When someone breaks into the territory, they run faster than dogs.

People who are killed or injured by them will become like that and join them.

A 'zombie' as fast as a dog was running on the street, and what they were chasing was a young man in a sand-colored windbreaker, who ran faster than a dog.

But people's physical strength has limits, but 'zombies' don't.

So, he stopped being a human being!

"In————"

The young man in a black jacket jumped down the stairs, stepped on the head of the guy who was about to touch Osamu Dazai, and crushed him hard to the ground.

A few 'zombies' at the back suddenly exploded, and fragments of limbs flew out.

"Why are you here too!?"

Osamu Dazai wiped his sweat and took a long breath, "You should know, right? It's the previous 'vampire' incident."

"After all, the thousand-year-old vampires have come out, and there may not be any ten-thousand-year zombies. It's hard not to be concerned."

"Then you can go back now."

Gojo Satoru, who easily eliminated the rest of the 'zombies', walked to Nakahara Nakaya's side, put one hand on the shoulder under the young man's jacket, looked down, looked at Osamu Dazai and smiled, "This is made by monsters, and Detective's business doesn't match up."

"Hey~ It's youkai again. The number of youkai incidents has suddenly increased recently."

Osamu Dazai shook his head regretfully, "Speaking of which, where is Kunikida-kun?"

He came here one step after Kunikida alone.

The situation just now is like this.

Dazai—'zombie' xn—————— Kunikida

Probably because Osamu Dazai's hatred is too high, all the 'zombies' are chasing him, Kunikida Doppo is not attractive to them at all.

"Just to test whether disqualification in the world can restore them to their original state, and let you stay there and wait for me to bring one back! Why did you suddenly run in!"

"Well... calm down." Osamu Dazai avoided his angry iron fist, "I just want to ask the lady over there if she wants to die with me. After all, she is really a very attractive type..."

"Then why are you running, isn't it good to wait for her to bite you?"

He showed an aggrieved expression, "But she changed as soon as she saw me." The pure and gentle woman like a white lotus, even if she bowed her back, he couldn't help being tempted, but when she looked up, she suddenly opened her eyes. With a bloody mouth, the saliva was thrown far away, and he ran over like a strange species... 噫.

Osamu Dazai fought a cold war, that kind of scene really challenged the limits of human beings.

Nakahara also saw the blue veins on Kunikida Doppo's forehead, as if seeing himself back then, and couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.

"Let's talk about beating him later, you guys leave here first."

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "Yeah, let's go, the guys nearby are all gathered here."

It would be too much trouble to stay here.

Kunikida Doppo took a deep breath, "Thank you."

Osamu Dazai was dragged by the back of his neck like a rag, leaving obvious drag marks on the ground, but he still had a smile on his face, "Goodbye, Gojo-kun. Ah yes... the secret service department invited People should be here soon."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said goodbye to him friendly, and then looked away when he was no longer in sight, "What do you say?"

The 'zombies' came besieging from all directions, and Zhongyuan Zhong also smiled, his voice briefly synchronized with the explosion of "Cang".

"Fix it before those guys get here."

"And go eat crepes?"

"Then go eat a crepe."

"Well...it should be in time."

"What?" Zhongyuan Zhong didn't hear clearly either.

"I mean - I'm craving crepes!"

-

Natsume Takashi was sent back to his residence by Yazaki. Although he said he knew his way, Yazaki who received instructions from Nakahara Chuya was very conscientious.

So he is sitting in a dark car now, looking out through the window, recalling what Nakahara Chuya said to him before.

"Know about the Port Mafia?"

As long as you have stayed in Yokohama, of course no one does not know this name.

Zhong Yuanzhong also paused for a moment before continuing, "There will be people over there who will contact you later, of course it is not mandatory, the Hong Kong|Black boss intends to cooperate with you, the content is probably that they will come to you when they encounter monsters Solve it and pay for it at the same time. If you don’t want to do it, it’s okay to refuse.”

"Is Mr. Nakahara also a mafia?"

Noticing Yazaki's black suit and sunglasses next to him, recalling that he had seen a similar clothing style before, Natsume Takashichi questioned.

"...No, it's not anymore." Zhong Yuan Zhong also replied, with a little helplessness in his smile.

"—You can understand it as washing your hands in a golden basin."

Yazaki did not drive directly to his residence, but stopped at a place still some distance away, expressing that it would not affect Takashi Natsume's life.

When his hand touched the car door, the cat in his arms suddenly exploded.

After Natsume Takashi waited for the car to drive away, he asked him, "What's the matter, Mr. Cat?"

"Yeah, the smell of that kid. Bah, bah, bah." He stuck out his tongue, "The air stinks."

The right eye of a young man in a black kimono is covered by a white talisman paper with strange patterns. The sky is gloomy but it is not raining, but he is holding an oiled paper umbrella. His elegant temperament from a big family can be seen in every movement, which is somewhat different from modern times. out of place.

What's more, such a person walks in the dirty Leibo Street.To describe it, it is like drawing a person in a sketch in a classical landscape painting, which is very discordant.

Zhang Jingsi raised the umbrella and cast his gaze forward, "Someone seems to be there first."

"Patriarch, then we..."

"Go and see. Best in peace."

Following the traces of successive explosions, they soon came to the place where the battle took place.

The breath that was more obvious before gradually faded away.

Passing through several crumbling 'houses', Chang Jingsi saw two people who were 'getting ahead' below.

The one with white hair stood in the middle of the shattered ground, raised the thing in his hand to the sky, "There seems to be words on it."

That is the culprit that caused this 'Resident Evil'. Strictly speaking, it is not alive, but if humans eat it, they will gain the power of 'immortality', and it can also be infected by zombie viruses. own little brother.

The infected people still retain a little basic thinking, but even so, those people can no longer recover.

Although it sounds powerful, this is not the correct way to use it. Gaining power will also make people lose their minds.The Field One Sect has been looking for it for a long time, but there has been no news for many years, and I gradually thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to appear at this time.

It was a surprise.

"Yo." The two people below spotted them, and the white-haired young man waved his hand with a bright smile, "It's been resolved, no thanks."

"Next, the Patriarch of Chang Yi Sect, Chang Jingsi." He said with a gentle attitude.

The people behind him also saluted, and said, "The purpose of my waiting this time is in the hands of your Excellency, I wonder if we can part with you?"

Although it seemed modest and polite, there was a hint of a threat to give even if it wasn't given.

The field seems to be very famous, but one of the two people present is a former monster insulator and has no contact with related aspects, and the other is a newcomer to this world.So they don't feel anything.

"Hey, do you want this?"

The white-haired young man put away his smile, his eyes filled with the sky reflected the dusty sky, he threw the thing in his hand, dropped it and caught it, the corners of his mouth curled up a little.

Even though they were standing on a low ground, they gave people the feeling of looking down on them, and a laughing voice came to the ears of the two of them.

"Don't give it to me, it's mine once it's in my hands."