[Comprehensive Wenhao] My God Lord insists that he is an individual

"Ah? Where did you come from? You are not tall, but you dare to come to the hero to save the beauty. Have you asked your grandfather about 1.8 meters?"

Among a group of killers, the tallest one stood up first, how arrogant and arrogant he was to condescend and sneer at the visitors.

Zhu Li, who was only 159.99 tall, twitched his eyes, feeling like he was being laughed at.

Very well, 1.8 meters, you are dead.

The black-haired boy snapped his fingers expressionlessly, and was about to let the trash in front of him feel the beatings of the society. In the next second, Zhu Li felt a strong wind sweeping past his eyes, and his eyes were suddenly empty.

"what--!"

Amidst the screams one after another, Shenshang Zhuli pressed his bangs that were blown up by the wind, and silently saluted the object that was parabolic in the air.

Well, I don't know if it is 1.8 meters tall, but the height it flies up is definitely 1.8 meters.

"Hey you--"

The voice that saved the boy came again. The voice of the visitor was very low, but not rough. Matching the night and the hustle and bustle of the emptiness, Zhu Li couldn't help but think of the aggressive and elegant cheetah.

The black-haired boy followed the sound and took two steps outside, the dim light of the street lamp illuminated his appearance like Kaguya Hime under the moon.

The boy who was stepping on the moonlight raised his eyes and looked into the cobalt blue of the sea unsuspectingly.

The Mafia officer at the port looked at Zhu Li without saying a word. He was waiting for the black-haired boy to speak first so as to seize the opportunity.

If this is an informal negotiation game, then Zhongyuanzhong has already won most of it——

The top cadre of Mafia at the port stood leisurely at the dimly lit alley, an excellent interrogation position - the expression and emotion on the boy's face could be seen at a glance, but the boy couldn't see the changes in his eyes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also waited, a pair of cobalt blue eyes seemed to be enduring something, they were amazingly bright, and the ochre-colored side braided hair under the black hat was placed on the shoulders in an orderly manner, matched with the choker on the neck, faintly revealing the whiteness of the neck skin.

If this is a negotiation, then Zhongyuanzhong has already won most of it——

But alas, it is not.

"that--"

Zhu Li took another two steps towards the young man as if confirming it. After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, the black-haired young man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed towards Zhongyuan Zhongye happily like his cousin begging for New Year's money during the New Year.

Originally, based on the force value of the gravitational force, the boy would either fly out sideways, or fly in vain.

But the truth is, I don't know what the person concerned was thinking. In short, when Zhongyuan Zhong also came back to his senses, he found that the black-haired boy was close in front of him, and he happily held his hands——

"Finally found you—you are Mr. Da Xintai, the client of PortMaria!"

"..."

"..."

A gust of cold wind blew between the two of them, stirring up particles of dust.

"Ha ha--???"

The name full of impact and sense of sight caused Nakahara Chuya's brain to shut down for a second. He didn't even care about the fact that his hands were being grabbed, so he refuted loudly.

"Who is the Daxintai of PortM and Maria! Who would give himself the name of such a comedian!"

"Huh? But this entrustment letter—"

Zhu Li was taken aback, and took out a black envelope from his pocket.

The very familiar PortMafia stamp on the envelope made Chuya's eyes freeze slightly, and after seeing the photos and letter paper attached to the envelope, Nakahara Chuya's eyes were completely frozen.

The letter paper that was soaked in water and looked a little crumpled was signed with the three big characters of Daxintai. Not only that, the person who wrote the letter also thoughtfully attached his own photo.

——Rich hair, blue face, hat, choker.

Well, it can be said to be very representative.

No matter how you think about it, only one person can get the organization's stamp, photos of the cadres, and this rubbish-like behavior.

click -

Zhong Yuanzhong also had an ugly expression on his face. He squeezed the entrustment letter tightly, and the letter paper in his hand was crushed horribly along with the floor under his feet.

"Too-zai-!!"

Shenshang Zhuli trembled... Looking at the entrustment that was on the verge of collapse, "Mr. Daxintai! Be careful, the letter is about to break—ah, it's already broken..."

His high-paying entrustment with all meals and lodging!

His travel expenses back to Aomori!

For a moment, the black-haired boy looked desperate.

But fortunately, there is no such thing as an absolute path.

Just when Zhongyuan Zhongye was about to go berserk in anger, the phone in his pocket rang at the right time.

After reading the content of the text message above, the complexion of the red-haired young man, whose face was as black as coal, finally improved a little.

Then Chuya came back to his senses, and just met a pair of teary puppy eyes.

"Ugh—my entrustment letter, my dinner, my travel expenses—"

Shenshang Shuli stared at the rotten paper in Chuya's hand with a suffocated face, and a very rhythmic voice came from his abdomen——

Gollum, gurgle, gurgle—

The rhythm is clear, and the sound moves Liang Chen.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

I feel a little pain in my conscience.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked away guiltily: "...Let's go, I'll take you to dinner first."

God Zhu Li held back tears in a second: "Okay—!"

****

In the end, he actually brought him home...

Inside the apartment

The young man with red hair held his forehead in disbelief and leaned against the edge of the dining table, with a shadow of doubting his life cast on his head.

On the opposite side of him was a black-haired boy who was so happy that he was eating the rice balls and bento packed from the convenience store, his eyes shining brightly.

[Chuya, this young man is very important to the future of PortMafia, please protect him well, and remember to keep it secret (stick out tongue). 】

How cute is a mackerel, bah.

Thinking of the content of the text message he saw not long ago, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help shivering with aversion to cold.

Now that it has been brought back, it is not good to throw out a minor kid in the middle of the night, and there is an order from the leader, plus...

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought of the photo album in the drawer, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Hey kid, who are you?"

"Huh? Mmmmmmm—"

"Swallow what's in your mouth before you speak!"

"Oh!" The black-haired boy blinked his eyes, swallowed the last bite of the rice ball, and took the tissue that Nakaya handed over to wipe his lips.

The boy's movements were quiet and unhurried, with an indescribable elegance, it can be seen that he should have been trained in etiquette.

Zhu Li carefully folded the wiped paper towels, pressed them under the set bowls and chopsticks, and then sat up straight and introduced himself carefully.

"I'm Aomori Shrine's witch goddess Kamishuri, and I'm here to solve Mr. Oshindai's request this time."

Nakahara Zhongye's scrutinizing eyes fell on Zhu Li's face, as if evaluating the content of the other party's words, but in fact, his eyes uncontrollably glanced at the boy's cheek——

...not wiped clean.

There is still a grain of white rice on the left cheek.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the white rice on the boy's face, the corners of his eyes twitched, trying to ignore it, but he still couldn't help it.

"Mr. Da Xintai?"

The black-haired boy tilted his head in bewilderment, covering the grain of rice on his face, the elegant filter brought by etiquette instantly shattered.

"Here." Zhongyuan Zhong also pointed his left cheek with his finger.

"kindness?"

A question mark slowly appeared above the head of the black-haired boy, and he looked at the action of the red-haired boy for no reason.

……oh!He knows!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Zhu Li's mind. He imitated the movement of the red-haired youth and poked his right cheek, making a gesture of scissors,

"Hey~"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"...Aren't you cute! It's rice grains! You still have a grain of white rice on your left cheek!" Zhong Yuan Zhong also resisted the urge to pick it up, and this time he pointed directly at Zhu Li's left cheek and said loudly.

"Eh?"

Zhu Li didn't panic when he realized that it was a misunderstanding. Instead, he wiped his face and explained what he did just now.

"It's not trying to be cute, I thought Mr. Daxintai you were asking for the benefits of a witch's smile... Hahaha, I'm sorry I was rude."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

What the hell is Miko's smile benefit?Who would ask for such a thing?It's better to say that the guy who made such a strange request is absolutely uneasy and kind!

Zhong Yuan Zhong also looked at Zhu Li who was smiling naturally, he hesitated to speak.

I always felt that ever since I met this young man, he was about to change his job from the mafia to a Tucao job.

"Miko? I remember you are a man, right?"

Zhong Yuan also keenly discovered the loopholes in the words, trying to bring the interrogation back on track.

...if that counts as an interrogation.

"Ah...this..."

Zhongye's question caused the young man to show an evasive look for a moment, and even looked away guiltily, not daring to look at the person opposite him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes: "Say."

"Cough, just, there are actually very complicated reasons for this. You may not know that witches actually need to be specially hired to provide salaries. The situation of our shrine is quite special..."

The black-haired boy became weaker and weaker as he spoke. Seeing that his precious client might fail, he quickly patted his chest and assured him,

"Of, of course! Don't worry, this is also a major feature of our shrine. It's definitely not too poor to hire a female priestess to replace it with the only worshiper!"

Nakahara Chuya: "...Didn't you say it completely?"

"?!"

God is Zhu Li, a bolt from the blue.

The expression of the black-haired boy was too pitiful, like a cat who had been very hungry for two days, finally found half a small dried fish to satisfy his hunger, and was tricked by the wild dogs next door.

It was so miserable that Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't bear to ask further questions.

The young man with red hair raised his forehead: "Forget it, I was wrong to ask you this question. I didn't question your... um, professional ability."

"Mr. Da Xintai!" Zhu Li, the god, was so moved that his eyes widened.

What, although Mr. Da Xintai looked black and fierce, he was surprisingly easy to talk to!

"Also, my name is not Daxintai,"

Mr. Cadre pressed down on the brim of his hat, his eyes fixed on Zhu Li's expression, "My name is Chuya Zhongyuan, don't get it wrong again."

******

No response?

Zhong Yuanzhong also leaned against the railing of the balcony, thinking about Zhu Li's reaction after hearing his name. At least he can be sure that the other party, like him before, did not know the existence of that strange album.

The young man with red hair turned his head and looked at the balcony next door.

There is the guest room of this apartment. Although no one has ever stayed there in the past, today, it has welcomed its first guest.

PortMafia has never been a place that pays attention to procedural justice. Like this kind of unknown unknown, if it were someone else, it would have been hanging in the interrogation room underground, instead of sleeping in the guest room of the cadre's apartment.

but--

Nakahara Chuya raised his head, and the moonlight fell into his blue pupils, making the strange restlessness in the depths of the man's eyes clearly visible.

Can't go.

Before he could react, he chose an overly gentle probing method, and even brought the person back to his apartment after meeting him for the first time.

He was appalled by his state of mind and actions.

This unexplainable state and sense of loss of control made the man quite irritable. An emotion similar to anger but not so controlled his heart, and flowed through his limbs along with the blood.

Zhong Yuanzhong clenched his hand unconsciously, and it seemed that the touch of the boy's wrist skin still remained on it.

Not so long ago, he seemed like a sanctimonious guy—

"I said kid, are you so unguarded? Going home with the man you met for the first time, and you agreed to the invitation to stay overnight, so you don't worry that I will be bad for you?"

The words of persuasion were on his lips, but only the brown-haired man knew it. He held the young man's thin wrist like a warning, and took the initiative to draw closer to each other.

Under the superficial warning, it clearly showed another, worse intention.

"Huh?" The black-haired boy was stunned.

"In this way, Mr. Zhongyuan is obviously meeting me for the first time. Not only did he invite me to dinner, he was willing to provide the client's information, and he was even willing to vacate a room at home so that I would not sleep on the street—"

The black-haired boy counted with his fingers, and asked back as a matter of course,

"In this way, isn't Mr. Zhongyuan even less vigilant?"

"Hahahahaha, thank you Nakahara-san."

Unsuspecting guy.

Zhongyuan Zhong also suddenly bent down, and his forehead hit the cold railing.

Under the watchful eyes of the moon, the red-haired young man, who had been hiding well before, covered his eyes with his hands, and sighed in dismay, every strand of hair on his head exuded an air of frustration——

"At this point, don't let me find out the fact that I'm a bad guy."

The author has something to say:

Ah... I originally thought that the if line, middle and lower, would be a perfect end

Why...why write more and more

Who will take away my keyboard, weeping with my head in my arms.jpg

Just, this episode

Maybe there will be two more chapters.

despair

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Known clues:

certain cadres

superficial wariness

In fact, the first time we met

took him back to the lair

Comparing with the neighbor next door, it took 30 words to achieve cohabitation achievement

Tut tut

Mr. Nakahara, who is darker and sweeter than the original line

A boy who is more natural than the original line

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