Me and Zhong also are playing each other again

"Mr. Zhongye." I said tactfully, "Actually, a couple moved in across from my house recently. It's a bit strange to say. The wife is a white-collar worker, and the husband is a full-time housekeeper..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyelids, showing a thoughtful expression: "..."

After the Kurodas moved in, they visited my house a few days ago.

I got along well with Kuroda Mijiu. When she entered the door, she saw the figure of "Arrested Criminal Police Girl" that I put in the window. We chatted very speculatively; and her husband looks very imposing, with an old scar running across it. Left eye and forehead, sharp brows and eyes, mafia looks that make children stop crying.

When Ryu Kuroda opened the box in a black transaction inspection posture, and asked inscrutably, "Would you like some white powder?" up his throat—

But in the metal leather case were delicious butter biscuits, molded into beautiful gingerbread men, and the white powder he said was the icing that was packaged next to it.

I silently put the unsheathed magic tool back into the coat.

"I'm starting." I put my hands together.

Tried it - it was delicious!

That vicious-looking Mr. Aaron has excellent cooking skills that are extremely inconsistent with his appearance.

I said that this matter was suitable, and quietly observed Chuya Nakahara's reaction, hoping that he would understand my hint, but his expression just became more and more weird, and then he muttered something 'immortal dragon? '.

I don't understand at all.

I had no choice but to tentatively and jokingly say, "Mr. Zhongye, should you consider becoming a full-time housewife? I can make a lot of money."

To be honest, I don’t really want him to give up his job. It’s just that the job of undercover police officer is too difficult. I can’t accept that one day the Police Department suddenly calls me, “Please forgive me.” If that happens, I will kill him single-handedly. Into the port mafia, in exchange for a bloody ending.

Speaking of which, do you want to take the initiative to be a public security assistant and bring down the port mafia?No, Yokohama is rather special, requiring three parties to restrain each other... It's so troublesome.

"Sounds good, so I can watch you eat." Zhong Yuan said, "After all, if you are alone, you can only deal with it with two bites of grass."

That’s right, I will definitely not eat meals that can be dealt with with vegetable salad, which has caused my current cooking skills to stay at the level of frying chicken breasts, steaks, and mixing vegetables with vinaigrette. Very poor.

I put on a pitiful expression: "Yes, yes, so you can be the husband? This way you don't have to work overtime."

Zhongyuan Zhong also loosened his brows and eyes, and showed me a soft smile, without answering, then changed the plate, helped me deal with the messyly cut steak, and changed it back.

"Eat half," he said.

I shook my head: "The Buddha said, only three mouthfuls."

he:"?"

He tapped my forehead lightly: "Rage God said, half."

I lowered my eyelids: "What a good second grader, Chuya-kun, do you still believe in Aragami, a special god in Japanese mythology? Anyway, it's Buddha, so you have to be more reliable."

"Hmm." Zhong Yuanzhong also raised a wanton smile and raised his eyebrows slightly at me, "Do you believe it?"

I cooperated very well and made a pious gesture of putting my hands together: "Believe it, please give me 50 billion."

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it, and actually took out a few credit cards and debit cards from his wallet, counted them one by one, and pushed them towards me: "Yes, but you have to eat half of it."

I quickly put the card in my pocket, pulled up the corners of my mouth and smiled: "Stupid Rage God, how dare you trust human beings, I'm so greedy!"

He sighed in a flat tone: "Ah, is it? I was cheated."

But amidst his indulgent smile, I reluctantly ate half the steak.

Zhongyuan Zhong also has extraordinary resilience and persistence in feeding me. I slowly admit that eating like ordinary people does not seem to be that difficult.

There is no poetry in the matter of hunger. In the long-lasting hunger, the gastric juice burns the stomach wall, causing real pain. People degenerate into animals, fighting against the instinct to eat big mouths; the result is often I win, but With the inevitable frustration and anxiety.

But if Zhong Yuan is with you, stop eating when you are full, it seems that it is not a betrayal of yourself in the past.

Because he was smiling, his blue eyes were burning like the Aegean Sea in summer.

"Nakaya-kun...forget it." I swallowed the last bite, "It's better to hate Rage God, how can there be such a hateful god who wants others to get fat!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also smiled a little, and handed me the handkerchief: "Well, it's all his fault."

I'm losing my temper again.

But the good mood only lasted until the evening, because our talks with the port mafia fell apart.

The cadre [a] died of an unknown reason, and after investigation by the Hong Kong/Black side, the suspect locked up was Jianren Qihai who was entrusted by me to negotiate with [a]; the evidence presented by the other party was a video tape, which died in a Before, only Qihai had visited.

Qihai was at a loss for the sudden accusation, and I certainly didn't believe that he would attack an ordinary person who had no grudges.

I asked, "Did he tell you anything special?"

Qihai: "No, I just showed off my financial resources and expressed my disdain for conjurers."

Although we insisted that Qihai was innocent, the port party insisted that he was the murderer and demanded that the magic world hand over Jianren Qihai.

The incident blew up in a way no one expected, and it wasn't very respectable.

The port mafia doesn't care much about the life and death of incompetent cadres. After all, they are idiots who spend money to buy positions, but they always have to put on a good posture; and Qihai is a genuine quasi-superior magician. Handing him over is undoubtedly a curse The face of the world, no matter how much we don't like our old orange, it is impossible to nod in agreement.

Even Gojo Satoru commented: "It's very difficult."

I casually lit a cigarette: "Have you talked with Mori Ogai?"

"No." He said frankly, "It's because of this sudden incident, um, it smells so bad—can you please stop the cigarette, there are still minors here?"

I glanced at the knotweed next to me, and put out the cigarette butt: "For Youren's sake."

Yuzu Yuhito looked up and smiled at me, sunny and energetic, but the muscle lines on his face seemed to have been artificially kneaded, his expression was weird, and gradually turned into a sarcastic smile.

The shackles shining with hidden golden light imprisoned his hands. Compared with half a month ago, there were a few scars like scars on his face.

Before I could ask, Gojo Wu took the initiative to say, "Eighteen roots."

I restrained my smile: "Yeah."

The state of the knotweed pushed me to speed up the progress, and the high-level mediation sent by the port mafia to negotiate, the attitude of the other side was also very firm, and no progress could be made for a while.

As the knotweed swallowed No. 19 fingers, he became more and more unable to suppress the double-faced Nuo in his body, and with human will, he struggled with difficulty against this thousand-year-old cursed king.

I couldn't bear it and made an irrational decision.

"Break into the dungeon first, rob people out, and settle the matter of Su Nuo." I handed Gojo Wu a copy of the construction drawings, "Apologize later."

Gojo Satoru yelled loudly: "I must be the one who apologizes at that time, it's too much, let me clean up the mess again."

"That's right." I was honest and shameless, and admitted directly, "What do you want? Apologize, or let Youren continue to suffer?"

He raised his blindfold, stared at me with his blue eyes for a while, then bent his eyes and made an encouraging gesture.

"—Then, let's go make a fuss!"

The construction drawing of the dungeon was obtained by Furutani Rei, and the preliminary plan was finalized on this basis.

The actual implementation was not as easy as expected. The black organization was unwilling to accept the intelligence entrustment about the port mafia, so I had to delegate it to others. Very little.

However, there is good news - Gravity will leave Yokohama the day after tomorrow.

I don't know the depth of that person. The preliminary investigation work is difficult to carry out, which shows that the port mafia should not be underestimated, and the Gravity Envoy is definitely not a character easy to deal with. Of course, avoiding him is the safest choice.

Speaking of which, the day after tomorrow...

I stare at the date marked on the calendar.

It's the 100-day anniversary of the love between me and Chuya-kun.

I was worried that the matter would not be resolved in a short while, and I racked my brains to think about what kind of excuses I would find to decline if Zhongyuan Zhong also asked me to meet.

But fortunately, Zhongyuan Zhong also told me that I will be on a business trip the day after tomorrow, so I am really relieved——

Not at all!Has he forgotten the anniversary of our love!You are too much, Mr. Zhongye!

I widened my eyes, caught my breath in my throat, and looked straight into his blue eyes looking at me.

But I dare not take the initiative to mention this, for fear that he will really leave work and spend the whole day with me.

"What expression?" Zhongyuan Zhong also pinched my cheek, and laughed in a low voice, "Are you angry?"

No, think about it carefully, if I was exposed in Hong Kong/Black, and then ran into Nakahara Chuya who came to arrest me, wouldn't it be embarrassing? ...Forget it, just forget it, and trouble him later.

Zhongyuan Zhong also supported himself with his hands with great interest, still smiling.

I glared at him without a trace, gnashing my teeth in my heart.

You're done, Chuya-kun, just wait.

Even such an important day will be forgotten, and I will work overtime all day long.

bad guy.

……

So I set off with a few colleagues.

Gojo Satoru himself needed to guard the knotweed so he couldn't leave Tokyo. The people who went with me were Xia Youjie, Hui Yuanxiong, and several second-level conjurers; although I also sincerely invited Tsurumi Yungu, But I don't know why he firmly refused.

Everything went smoothly, and with the hypnotism of our colleagues, we brought down the guards along the way and almost swaggered into the port mafia dungeon with incredible ease.

I set fire to the door of the confinement room, and threw Masaharu Takizawa, who was tied up, to the auxiliary supervisor behind him.

"...Hey! Tao Zhi! Hurry up and go." Hui Yuanxiong called me with an anxious voice, "There is an error in the information, and the gravity user is chasing me—!"

Colleagues suggested: "Let's split up and run later."

"I'll contact Xia You."

"After all, that is the strongest combat force in the port."

"Humanoid self-propelled weapon, it's scary..."

They whispered rustlingly, and rushed towards the entrance quickly.

On the eve of departure, I was somewhat anxious, and when I was wandering in the street, I met Gojo Satoru who came out to buy supper.

So he dragged him to lean against the bridge to smoke a cigarette to relieve his boredom.

A handful of stars were sprinkled on the dark night, and the distant airliner flickered, dragging a winding flight path in the night sky.

【Enlightenment. 】

He: [What's the matter? 】

[Have you ever seen a gravity user? 】

[I have seen it. 】

【How strong is he? 】

Gojo Satoru thought for a while: [Probably to the extent that I would also find it difficult. 】

It is already a high evaluation for him.

……

"Xia You has received the news and is meeting us in the west."

Dungeon exit.

I stepped up the steps first, but my heart suddenly tightened—the fighting instinct was whispering, which foreshadowed danger.

I yelled "Back", and just as I finished speaking, rubble shot out from the narrow entrance of the cave, which was deafening as if the sky was falling apart.

The light of the sky was like a hanging bright curtain, illuminating a corner of the damp and dark dungeon.

I turned around to confirm the injury of my colleague, but fortunately there was nothing serious about it, and then lightly brushed the handle of the knife.

"When I fight him later, you guys run quickly."

"Peach Branch—"

"It's an order." I looked back at them, "This guy...is not something you can deal with."

The most powerful person in the legend.

Even tiny warnings carry such a terrifying murderous aura.

The large and small gravel that fell to the ground glowed red and floated unsteadily into the air.

I heard the footsteps of leather boots hitting the ground, casual and regular, as calm as catching a turtle in a urn.

"I said you guys are quite courageous, aren't you?"

His tone was slow, as easy as his pace.

...Wait, this voice.

Zhong, Zhong Yejun?

His voice came from far to near: "There are important things today, so I will solve it quickly-thank you Dade, mice."

I:"……"

This... no way...

The visitor finally stopped, wearing a wide black windbreaker, the pressure was silent and frightening.

The flying sand and rocks behind him condensed into a storm, and in the next second it would rush over and devour everything.

He looked at me, his orange hair was dazzling, and his eyes were as haughty as a handout.

Then he saw my face and was also embarrassed: "..."

I:"……"

For a moment, the air became stagnant and suffocating.The small gravel glowed red and floated unsteadily into the air.