Me and Zhong also are playing each other again

Unexpectedly, Zhong Yuanzhong and I would have a stalemate over a jade pendant.

I insisted on refusing to accept it, but he insisted on paying it back.

"There is no reason to take back the gift I sent." I stared at him stubbornly, "So what if you keep it?"

He pursed his lips and smiled: "But it has been waiting for you for nine years."

"Oh——" I dragged my voice, very perfunctory, and didn't want to hide my displeasure, "It's not that you waited for me for nine years, just an external object."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't speak anymore, he raised his eyes to look at me, his blue eyes filled with a sea of ​​zest.

The cool wind howling in the early autumn stopped the crowd for us, and my senses were infinitely magnified.

The end of his eyes slowly dipped into a smile, the corners of his mouth curled up, gentle and focused.

"...Why am I not?"

……

It took me a long time before I realized it, and then I subconsciously made a lame excuse, Zhongyuan Zhong didn’t expose it, sent me home, and told me that I would still be busy in the future, and I might not be able to reply to my message in time, please forgive me.

I went upstairs in a daze.

I lay down very early and kept tossing and turning until after two o'clock in the morning, unable to figure it out.

When buying lottery tickets, I hope that I will win the jackpot. If I win 100 billion, I will give myself a backhand to see if I am dreaming.

The wind and the cloud threaded the needle, time passed by every minute, thousands of guesses were speeding through my mind like a tram, and my heart was beating in a panic.

I really feel like I'm living in a dream, the planned pursuit hasn't started yet, logically speaking...

Ah, it's news, there won't be any tasks left at this point.

[Nakahara Chuya: Did what I said scare you?Feel sorry. 】

【The other party is typing...】

[Chuya Zhongyuan: Good night. 】

I tried hard not to control the upward curve of the corner of my mouth, pinching my phone and thinking wildly, because I was so happy that an hour passed unknowingly.

Then I thought I might as well go back tomorrow, but when I woke up, it was two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were several missed calls from [Zhongyuan Chuya], with a dazzling red missed symbol.

I suddenly realized that today is a working day, and according to the schedule of civil servants, I should be at work.

Does he think that I deliberately did not reply to the message?

I was on the verge of tears, choked up and making excuses.

Then get sick and have a fever of 43 degrees... Is 43 degrees a bit much?Forty degrees seems more reasonable.

The physique of a conjurer is much stronger than that of ordinary people. The average person is a gorilla. I have had a fever once since I was a child. I don’t need to go to the hospital. I can just sleep on my own.

Me: [Sorry Mr. Zhongye, I just woke up now. I had a fever of [-] degrees last night, so I asked for leave and slept until now. It's not that I didn't reply to messages on purpose. 】

He returned quickly: [Well, then you should have a good rest, is the fever gone now?Is there someone to take care of you? 】

I continued to gossip: [Mom is at home, the fever is gone now, please don't worry. 】

He is good. 】

His information came so quickly, and he chatted several times back and forth.I went to specifically mention his news last night, it seems that I have something wrong, how to unfold it will be natural...

I was stuck in a maddening tangle, and finally decided to play badly and talk to him in person the next time we meet.

Not long after, I received a call from the delivery man. I was wondering if I hadn’t ordered anything, but I found out that it was Zhongyuan Zhongya who bought me some expensive supplements.I signed my name with a twitch of my mouth and piled them in the little warehouse next to the kitchen.

When I was worrying about what to tell him, Chuya Nakahara also called.

I remembered that I was still a patient, so I immediately pulled out a few masks and spoke through several layers of cloth, and my voice sounded more like a patient.

"Peach branch." He asked, "Have you received it? Something."

"Received, thank you, Mr. Zhongye, for your concern."

"Is the fever really gone?"

"Um, really, want me to take a picture of the thermometer for you to see?"

He laughed hoarsely: "That's good. I'm going to China, and I'll bring you a gift then."

"Bon voyage, Mr. Chuya." I said, "Then I will look forward to it."

I took off the mask, picked up the magic tool and went downstairs, and got into the car of the auxiliary supervisor.

As a conjurer, although the overall contribution is far inferior to Gojo Satoru, my work attitude can be called a benchmark in the industry.

"Isn't there Mr. Nanami?" Inoue Shinpachi complained to me, "He is the most dedicated one."

Me: "Nonsense, he is a standard social animal. If there is no overtime pay, he will not work overtime at all, unlike me who is very active when I work overtime."

"...You were active when you skipped work, so leave it to Mr. Yungu."

I was confident: "But my brother doesn't usually work, so I should find something for him to prevent him from having a baby. Isn't it natural?"

There are currently six super-classes in the world of conjuration, and I am the sixth.

Besides me, the remaining five are: the strongest Gojo Satoru, his best friend Xia Youjie, his student Otoko Yuta, my elder brother Tsurumi Yungu, and 99 Yuki.

The first two veterans basically only take over the things that others can’t solve, and then leave the rest to the students (or Yi Gu). They say that young people need to experience, and my brother doesn’t know what he’s busy with all year round. 99 Youji is more reckless and casual, and doesn't hold power at all.

"I hope that Qi Hai's rating will go down quickly." I prayed sincerely, "If he is promoted to a special class, I can lose a lot of things... Then someone will share some of the responsibilities for me, which is really good."

Inoue Shinpachi: "Let's say it's a leak, it's too much."

As a result, I actually met Qi Hai who came to report on the task that afternoon, and I asked him to have dinner with him by the way. There is a good saury in an izakaya nearby. He seemed reluctant, but he agreed.

I couldn't help being a little proud, Qihai didn't even respect Gojo Satoru, which meant that I had more face than that guy.

"No." Qihai retorted blankly, "If you just reject you, you will be more annoying than him. Last time you dragged my arm on the street and cried like 'Please Nanami, I don't want to kill this child' It’s something I don’t want to go through again.”

Actually, I can't remember exactly what I asked him to help with...Qihai has a thin skin and is reliable, and finally helped me solve it properly.

"So, why this time?" He glanced at the menu, "What's the matter?"

I asked him, "Have you seen Knotweed Yuren?"

"A high-spirited young man, very talented." He commented.

That is seen.

I lowered my voice, roughly told him my plan with Gojo Satoru, and then asked him what he thought.

I know that he worked for a certain company in Yokohama and lived there for a while.

Speaking of which, Qihai Jianren is a senior who is three years older than me, and we have known each other for many years.He used to be a serious office worker, but after graduating from a high school, he felt that the job of a conjurer was holyshit.

I have some understanding of this, and suggested: "The first job is very important. You have to work for at least a year before you have the capital to change jobs. Work hard, Qihai."

Half a year later, his company went bankrupt and settled, and Qi Hai went home with a cardboard box.

I deeply regretted this, and said: "It's okay, it will be like this at the end of the year, and you will soon find a new home."

Employment was at a low ebb, and Qihai submitted resumes for half a year one after another, but there was no reply.

I do...

Qihai: "Enough."

He moved a few more jobs outside, but none of them seemed to go well, and the longest one was in Yokohama.

"So how much do you know about people with supernatural abilities? Let's talk about it." I asked, "I know that there are three main groups of supernatural abilities in Yokohama that check and balance each other."

"Armed Detective Agency, Supernatural Secret Service Division, and Port Mafia." Qi Hai sighed indiscriminately, "The reason I left my job is because I found out that my company is controlled by PortMafia, a shell company for money laundering."

I don't understand: "Then there should be no KPI requirements. Wouldn't it be nice if you got paid for paddling there? Why come back to be a magician."

Qihai said succinctly: "The boss wants to introduce her daughter to me."

I let out a wicked laugh.

He told me that in Yokohama, people with supernatural powers are everywhere. In addition to the three main forces, there are also a large number of small groups.

I asked: "Have you ever heard of Leibo Street? Are there people with supernatural abilities gathered there?"

Could Zhongyuan Zhonghui also be a person with supernatural powers?

He thought for a while: "It seems to be an ordinary slum, and there is nothing worthy of praise. But it is said that the huge pit in the shape of Leibo Street was formed more than 20 years ago, and it was not formed naturally."

"A comet hit the earth? A fixed-point nuclear test?"

"None." Qihai said, "It seems that the original landform was destroyed by the supernatural power, so it is a huge pit, and Leibo Street was rebuilt on the ruins...Of course, this is only the version I heard."

I recalled the appearance of Leibo Street, and sighed: "Gojo Satoru's single 'He' may not be able to cause such a large amount of damage."

"Well, so it's just a guess."

I asked: "Speaking of which, we have Gojo Satoru, do they have the strongest supernatural powers?"

Qihai said: "Yes, the most recognized is the gravity force of the port mafia."

"What does it look like? Have you seen him?"

He said euphemistically: "I'm just a fairly ordinary low-level office worker."

So I started to imagine, and I pictured in my mind the image of Wujo Wu in pure black clothes, with a cheap and arrogant look, shouting: "I am the strongest! Go down the street in Yokohama and find out who is the father!" "

"Sounds really annoying." I wrinkled my nose in disgust, "Although I haven't met, this guy definitely doesn't get along with me."

Nanami said, "I heard that he is called the conscience of the port mafia."

I complained: "Isn't the conscience of the mafia just black? Can you still help the old lady cross the road?"

"Not good."

I was discouraged and said: "Gravity makes no difference... Where should I start the investigation? If I can't get the official documents, it's not easy to go to the Supernatural Secret Service..."

Qihai pointed out a clear way for me: "You can entrust an armed detective agency."

I was shocked: "That armed detective agency really accepted the commission?"

They are all groups of people with supernatural powers, do they still need to make money in such a simple way?

But it's reasonable to think about it carefully. Conjurers can receive subsidies from the government because this job must be done by someone, and it is easy to die. Apart from the official background of supernatural power groups, they should not receive any extra preferential treatment.

"Of course." Qihai said, "The main business is to accept all kinds of commissions, to find lost animals, and to help investigate cases."

"Sounds like you're familiar with them?"

"I've been there once." Nanami put the skewer sticks in the bamboo tube on the side of her hand, "They really have a great detective named Edogawa Ranpo, who solved the entrusted task in a few minutes, and can guess Out of my profession."

I took it very seriously, and asked Qihai for his contact information.

But the text messages sent went nowhere, and the phone calls went unanswered.

"Maybe I changed the contact information, it was several years ago." Nanami said, "Go directly to Yokohama to entrust."

I counted the days and should have two days free next week.I am still very happy to go to Yokohama, after all, there is Chuya Nakahara.

But when I told him that we were going to Yokohama next week, he seemed not as happy as he thought, but a little nervous.

I narrowed my eyes: "Chuya-kun, is there something you're hiding from me?"

"...No." Zhongyuan Zhong also handed me the orange soda calmly, and added with a guilty conscience, "About my work, it's actually not convenient to tell you the specifics. I will tell you when the time is right." of."

I suddenly thought of the Gravity Messenger Qihai told me about, and asked, "Chuya-kun, have you ever dealt with the port mafia?"

Nakahara Chuya: "...well, I'm familiar with it."

I understand, because the work that makes money is somewhat gray.

So I got a little interested, and asked with my chin in my hand, "Then do you know Gravity Envoy?"

His expression instantly became complicated.