The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

He said he was going to ask for leave, but Gojo Satoru managed to make it to the Armed Detective Agency the next day before three o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as the boy opened the door and went in, he saw Ranpo Edogawa lying on his office chair and taking a nap in the morning.

The detective who has already made his own reputation in Yokohama has his hair fluttering around in a mess, and his dark brown deerstalker cap is also obediently covering his face. It is almost unbearable to disturb this fifteen-year-old man. Sleep in peace for six year old guy.

Wujo Satoru never had any pity for people.He took two steps forward, grabbed the lemon candy placed on the wooden desk, and was about to stuff it into his mouth——

"You guys are too shameless, can't you have a little respect for your seniors!"

Edogawa Ranpo opened those emerald green eyes, grabbed Gojo's wrist, and reprimanded very aggressively.

Gojo Satoru, who was caught for stealing, put the candy back to its original position with a face full of regret, and replied innocently: "Because I also like sweets. And as long as you walk in disorder, you don't wake up in time." Come here, maybe I can swallow all this pile of candy for myself."

Edogawa Ranpo still looked aggressive: "How could you not see that I wasn't asleep at all! You still like to make pranks at this age, do you think you are still in elementary school?"

Gojo Satoru blinked innocently, and wisely chose to change the subject immediately: "I went to the port mafia yesterday."

"I can see it." Hearing this, Luanbu returned to his original listless state, "And it probably went well."

"If that Osamu Dazai is smart enough, it shouldn't matter." Gojo also found a seat, and sat down with a particularly indecent posture, completely breaking up his somewhat noble temperament before, "But he doesn't look like that anymore. It's not a question of being smart or not, but I've already started thinking about how to get revenge on me."

Ranpo Edogawa didn't seem surprised by the result.To be precise, since Gojo Satoru went out with him to handle the case, he was no longer the famous detective who was hated the most.

Gojo Gojo is able to survive in Yokohama until now thanks to his powerful abilities.

"It doesn't matter much. There can't be someone smarter than me, Mr. Ranpo." The 19-year-old detective comforted Gotjo, who didn't need comfort at all, with a perfunctory attitude visible to the naked eye, before moving on to the next one. Topic, "Did you find any clues to your memory loss problem?"

"No." The young man grumbled and complained, "Can't the boat recover naturally and suddenly when it reaches the bridge? I hate this kind of troublesome thing that has no meaning but has to be done."

Gojo Satoru knew very well that he had lost an important memory.

The importance here does not refer to emotional or material things, but a kind of existence that directly threatens his own existence—and that memory is probably very short, so he speculates that it may be a contract or some kind of bondage.

After all, as the saying goes, you get what you get with a price.

However, there is no rush for this matter. In some respects, the young man who is still at ease waved his hand at Edogawa Luanbu, and added: "It will always come back, isn't this what we are investigating? ?”

Luanbu didn't respond to his words, but asked a seemingly irrelevant question: "Wu Tiao, when we first met, you told me that your employer died, so you are about to live on the street, right?"

Hearing this sentence, the boy immediately realized what the detective said: "No, I didn't go to confirm the corpse myself." Gojo Satoru knocked on the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose a little irritably, and asked, "Is she alive?"

Wujo considered this possibility for a while, and then complained in his heart, seemingly genuinely or falsely: Wouldn't it be a waste of throwing Osamu Dazai into the river, what a loss.

"No, their father and daughter have been confirmed dead just now." Luanbu replied lightly, and passed the new email on his mobile phone to Wutiao for a few glances, "The police think it may be done by people from the port mafia , entrusted the case to me."

The Supernatural Secret Service, the Armed Detective Agency, and the Port Mafia represent the day, dusk, and night of the city of Yokohama, respectively.And the contest among the three is beyond the control of the ordinary police, and the death of two people can't alert the giant of the Secret Service, so in the end, this matter still fell to the mainstay of the Armed Detective Agency.

However, Mr. Pillar of the Armed Detective Agency does not seem to be interested in this case.He stood up dejectedly and unwillingly, and pulled Wutiao Wutiao, which was spread out on the chair like a cat cake, for a while: "Get up quickly. You must go to have a look together, right?"

Maobing nodded slowly, expressing agreement.Gojo Satoru stood up slowly, and there was a little bit of dissatisfaction in his tone: "I just stayed up late yesterday to deal with the port mafia's problem... Luanbu, you are acting like a black-hearted boss. No overtime pay."

Edogawa Ranpo admitted it generously, without a trace of embarrassment on his face: "It is impossible for the black-hearted boss to pay overtime."

Gojo Satoru let out a sigh of relief, too lazy to complain about this topic.He just grabbed the snacks on his desk and set off to the scene of the crime with the famous detective who was a waste of life.

From the perspective of Yokohama people, this is an apartment in a relatively hidden location.

After Gojo Satoru and Edogawa arrived at their destination in disorder, they didn't have the slightest awareness of changing shoes when entering and leaving the house—besides, the owner of this house is no longer there—so they walked straight and confidently in the eyes of others went in.

A police officer in a coat and a black tie greeted the two of them immediately and enthusiastically: "Mr. Ranpo, Gojo-kun, you are finally here." After a pause, he told the situation at the scene. Luanbu said, "There are two dead bodies, one in the living room and one in the master bedroom."

Edogawa Ranpo also greeted and went back: "Mr. Yasui."

Gojo Satoru waved lazily at Yasui, without the slightest awareness of being a detective assistant, he walked towards the living room first.

Ranpo didn't complain about his downright rude behavior.He raised his hand, raised his chin under Yasui's somewhat puzzled gaze, and looked at Gojo Satoru who had already observed the male corpse.

After about ten seconds, Mr. Detective put down his hand, curled up his lips, and walked slowly to Wutiao's side.

"Who is this?" Edogawa Ranpo asked Gojo Satoru.

Falling on the ground was a middle-aged man who was no longer breathing.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the corpse several times, and said, "From the outside, it should be my employer's father, whose name is Ojo Genji."

Edogawa nodded in disorder, but he didn't intend to use his supernatural power at the scene. Instead, he turned around and went to the second scene where the other corpse was.

An unattractive police officer stayed behind and accosted Wutiao, "We initially suspect that Yuanji Weicheng committed suicide."

Gojo Gobi's blue eyes shone with a somewhat dazzling blue luster under the warm yellow light of the apartment.After raising his eyes to look at Mr. Police Officer, he kept staring closely at Yuanji Weicheng, and the expression on his face became more and more indifferent.

In the end, he straightened up and closed his eyes, ignoring the fact that other people were still present, and cursed with aggressive annoyance in his tone: "Damn idiot."

Edogawa Ranpo, who had already come out of the room, saw his bad attitude, and the first question was: "What is the name of Ojo Genki's daughter?"

Without waiting for anyone to answer, the detective shrugged and continued nonchalantly: "This is not important. In short, she was killed by her father."

"I put sleeping pills in my daughter's meal, and then directly killed her with the electric current from the electrode patch while she was still asleep. It's still a gentle way to kill."

"This result is consistent with the judgment of the police station, but—" Edogawa Ranpo laughed, and looked at Gojo Satoru, "You should know, right?"

Gojo Satoru didn't look at the corpse again, but his face was obviously stained with a little anger: "Of course I can see it," he pointed to his beautiful eyes covered by thick eyelashes, and added, "It's just a stupid little boy. Tricks, I can't hide it from my eyes."

The detective nodded in satisfaction: "Although you can only be regarded as a third-rate detective at present, Wutiao's level of yours is finally a little eye-catching." After he finished speaking, he turned his head and told An Jing, "You just put your own judgment Just report it—Oki Genji committed suicide after killing his own daughter."

Yasui has already understood from the conversation between the two that this matter may be much more complicated than he imagined.As an ordinary policeman, Yokohama's unspoken rules should not get too involved in the friction between the armed detective agency and the port mafia.

He nodded gratefully and replied, "Thank you, Mr. Ranpo."

Edogawa Ranbu opened one eye, and comforted him: "It's okay, we will take care of it later, you just have to work hard and do your job well."

The detective finally finished the matter. He raised his hand and tugged at Gojo Satoru's sleeve: "Would you like to see her for the last time? At least she was your former employer. I heard that we had a good relationship before?"

"No need."

Gojo Satoru replied calmly.

So, the two planned to go back to the Armed Detective Agency just like that.

However, before leaving here, he turned his head and looked at the policeman who spoke to him before——

The unknown police officer noticed Gojo Satoru's gaze, raised his head directly, and showed him an exaggerated smile full of malice and teasing.

The five pupils shrank.

Edogawa Ranbu turned his head and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru shook his head and denied, "It's nothing, let's go."