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

Then, Shenshang Zhuli was forced to watch a live version of the elementary school chicken show.

Primary School Chicken No. [-], "Mr. He Bo" jumped up from the ground, singing and composing with excellent tone and expression, "Ah, not only failed to enter the water, but also saw a slippery slug when I opened my eyes. Unfortunately, what an unfortunate day! "

"What? Mackerel, do you want to die—!"

Primary school chicken No. [-], Mr. Zhongyuan hat changed his steady image, and kicked Mr. "He Bo" angrily.

This kick can be said to be very powerful. According to the observation of God Zhu Li, who was watching the battle honestly, the cheerful Mr. "He Bo" had to lie in the hospital for ten days and a half months.

"Wow, it's so dangerous."

Mr. "Hebo" nimbly dodged the oncoming whip kick, then punched the opponent, and then changed to the tactic of inserting eyes insidiously when he was about to hit,

"I haven't seen you for many years. The slug still only has violence in his mind. How about pretending to be a little smart now and then."

"Heh, rubbish green mackerel." Zhong Yuanzhong also blocked the attack with a backhand knife, and moved towards the neck of the opponent aggressively, "Playing suicide alone in broad daylight, why, can't you find someone to die for love, then I will give you a treat How is the process?"

kindness?It turns out that Zhongyuan hat-sang not only knows each other, but has reached the point where they can call each other nicknames for fun?

"The relationship between the two of you is really good." Zhu Li, who was holding the box beside him, suddenly made an envious voice.

"Huh? Who wants to get along with a wet slug?"

"Which eye do you see that I have a good relationship with this green mackerel?"

Both of them turned their heads to look at the black-haired boy who was eating melons, and they retorted in unison, keeping their hands in a fighting posture.

"These two!" Shenshang Zhuli raised his thumb clasped on the cardboard box, pointed at the big blinking eyes, and chose to answer Zhongyuan Chuya's question very loudly.

"...Tch, that's really disgusting."

The unexpectedly good-tempered young man with brown hair showed an expression of seeing something bad for a while, and retracted his attack posture unbearably, and took the lead to distance himself from a certain bandage waste device.

Zhongyuan Zhong also's unexpected reaction made the bandaged man's eyes widen with interest, as if he had just noticed that there was another person at the scene. As soon as the light came on, he took a step forward, bent down to help the gentleman hold the cardboard box in Zhu Li's arms,

"Oh, I didn't expect there to be a lovely... huh?"

The black-haired young man stared at Zhu Li's red pupils, his affectionate expression froze suddenly, and the words that had reached the bottom of his mouth stopped abnormally, saying no, and no saying no.

Oh shit, it's amazing how quickly he realized his gender.

The black-haired boy in the priestess costume didn't care about the bandage boy who was a little faded from the blow, and took advantage of the situation to stuff the cardboard box into the opponent's arms,

"Ah, thank you Mr. Bandage He Bo, you are really kind."

The kind-hearted bandage Mr. He Bo: "..."

Zhong Yuanzhong on the side also sneered happily: "Hahaha, Bandage He Bo, this title is really a masterpiece, Dazai."

Although I don't know what this mackerel is suddenly going crazy, but as long as this bastard is deflated, he will be a good friend of Chuya Zhongya!

The red-haired young man who had finally laughed enough pushed Dazai Osamu out of the way, and explained to the god Shuri in a good mood, "This guy is called Dazai Osamu, well, he is just a frivolous thing who finds women to die for love all day long. Good girls don't want it." Take care of him."

good girl?

Osamu Dazai, who was suddenly activated by a certain vocabulary, showed a smile of unknown meaning. He looked at a certain mafia in a happy mood, without saying anything, just smiling as if watching a good show, which made Nakahara quite uncomfortable.

——Well, why do I always feel that I was tricked by this Qingmao again.

It turned out that Zhongyuan Zhong also misunderstood his gender, and in a responsible and sincere attitude(?) to the sponsor(?), Shenshang Zhuli thought it was necessary for him to remind the other party, otherwise he would always feel that he was silently ridiculed for seeing Zhongyuan's hat-san. My conscience hurts a little.

"Well, Zhongyuan hat-san, I'm actually not..."

However, before the black-haired boy could finish his explanation, he was interrupted by a sudden burst of laughter.

"Hahahahaha, Zhongyuan hat, you are called Zhongye very well, it matches your black hat perfectly!"

The bandaged young man named Osamu Dazai bent over, looking like he was about to fall to the ground laughing.

Pa, a crossroads in Zhongyuan's forehead bulged, "You bastard..."

Before Zhongyuan Chuya had an attack, Osamu Dazai, who was still sculpting sand sculptures a second ago, suddenly straightened up, and the serious Zhu Li asked,

"Miss... what's the matter with you walking with this dark dwarf? To be honest, he is a very dangerous guy."

"Well, indeed."

The black-haired boy nodded, and then added in the complicated expression of Osamu Dazai in the Central Plains,

"Central Plains Hat Sang is very powerful, with super high force value, he is the most powerful fighter I have ever seen!"

Shenshang Zhuli remembered the collapsed piece of the Shinto, and nodded in a serious manner to increase his persuasiveness.

...is that the point?Is there a problem with this guy's ability to focus?

For a moment, the expressions of the two men became more complicated.

No matter how embarrassing Dazai Osamu was when he clearly wanted to smear his partner but turned into a compliment, the red-haired young man who was being praised so bluntly by a "girl" for the first time coughed in embarrassment, and changed the subject stiffly.

"Well, my lord, did you find any clues?"

When it came to business, the boy in the priestess costume immediately changed his previous relaxed expression, showing a hesitant expression, "Ah, actually, I have something I want to ask Nakahara Hat-san..."

Nakahara Chuya: "Oh, what's the matter?"

"That's it..." The black-haired boy, who was wearing a red and white witch costume, stood in a dirty and old street, and still had an impossibly clean aura, scratched his hair in embarrassment, worried that he would be too impolite, but still asked bluntly and sharply. road,

"Central Plains Hat Sang, Radium Bowl Street, are there frequent incidents of child abduction?"

For a moment, the scene seemed to suddenly quiet down.

Osamu Dazai, who was carrying the cardboard box, had no intention of speaking, while Chuya Nakahara was breathing steadily, his expression was hidden under the brim of his hat, and his voice became a little low, which seemed a little dangerous.

"Why do you say that?"

"Ah, that's what it feels like." The black-haired boy raised his head slightly as if thinking, and said casually as his eyes fell on the shadow of the dilapidated roof not far away.

Central Plains is also noncommittal.

On the other hand, Osamu Dazai spoke in a hearty tone, "Ms. Kagami's intuition is very accurate. This is Raibo Street, a slum in Yokohama. It is never surprising that children disappear."

The young man with iris-colored eyes watched with a smile and listened attentively to Zhu Li, and added casually,

"Well, however, it is said that the local gangs controlled the place before, and the situation is a little better, but in fact, this kind of thing has not been completely eliminated, especially recently."

Shenshang Zhuli continued to ask, "Did the police say anything?"

Osamu Dazai smiled, his eyes fell on the calm face of the black-haired boy, "No, this is Radium Bowl Street."

Zhu Li, who heard the answer, was stunned for a moment, and his eyes wandered to other places.

Yes, this is Radium Bowl Street.

The missing one was a child from Radium Bowl Street.

Who cares?

There was wind blowing past the black-haired boy's ears, as if he was shouting something in a low voice with a shrill voice.

Kamami Shuri's face suddenly became dazed. Nakahara Nakaya and Dazai Osamu saw that the person in the maiden costume seemed to have heard a voice that they didn't hear. He turned his head in the direction the wind was blowing, and looked far away. In front of the invisible.

Kamisami Shuri walked towards Dazai Osamu who was carrying the box with a little thought and a little trance expression, and reached into the box full of missing children's toys, crayons, and some paintings to grope.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more strange.

Dazai Osamu, who was the closest to Kamami Zhuri, remained motionless, holding the box obediently, and let the young man rummage through it, but his eyes, after leaving aside the superficial easy-going, showed bottomless scrutiny, evaluation and cold eyes.

On the contrary, Chuya Zhongyuan, who was silent before, took the lead in breaking this delicate atmosphere.

He stretched out his hand and pressed on the shoulder of God Zhu Li, with such strength, he managed to get the black-haired boy out of the wrong state, and at the same time, the boy also successfully took out a painting from the box, and a small badge.

"Hey, what are you doing, kid."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and his deep voice unconsciously brought out the oppression during the interrogation.

"Central Plains hat-san!"

Zhu Li, who was pinching the badge, suddenly yelled, successfully breaking the oppressive atmosphere.

"What, what's the matter?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, as if he was frightened.

"This!" Shenshang Zhuli slammed the badge on Chuya Nakahara's eyes, and almost stuck it on his forehead.

"Do you know which club this label belongs to!" the black-haired boy asked loudly.

Osamu Dazai burst out laughing.

And the young man with red face and red hair almost crossed his eyes, he pushed God Zhu Li's hand away a little with a headache, "Take it farther away, I can see it!"

Shenshang Zhuli withdrew his hand obediently: "Oh, oh."

Why on earth is he so tolerant of this brat!

Chuya Nakahara, who is a cadre of the port mafia, took the badge from the boy's hand with a click, and looked at it carefully.There is no such thing as a vicious mafia that blows your head off after being offended.

Of course, there is no mafia who does not randomly take things from people who don't know the details, so they should be on guard.

He knew that this was completely wrong, but Zhong Yuanzhong, who couldn't explain why, didn't have time to think about it for the time being, because his thoughts quickly turned to the object in his hand.

This badge... belongs to the Ethan Club.

The port mafia knew about the club.Rather, I have a lot of opinions on this club.

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Known clues:

double black happy meeting

Osamu Dazai acting like a soy sauce

Mr. Zhongyuan Hat unconsciously pampered Zhu Li, feeling completely puzzled

Juli God is the best in the game

act like a qualified jerk

People rely on reasoning to find clues

He finds clues by intuition