The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Weicheng Yuanji, one of the confidantes of the former Hong Kong black leader, has been confirmed dead in the government's official files.

However, when he returned to the detective agency, Gojo Satoru's first words were:

"Weicheng Yuanji is not dead."

"You should have seen it, Luanbu. Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me that question."

Gojo Satoru's eyes are usually as clear blue as the sky, but when this topic was brought up, perhaps because of the frozen anger in his heart, the blue color completely turned into icebergs in the North Pole, appearing towering and indifferent.

"Of course," Edogawa leaned back on his leather chair, raised a transparent marble in front of his eyes, and replied with a smile in his tone, "but Miss Ojo was indeed killed by him. ——However, there is a supernatural ability that can make corpses, it might be difficult to find such a rare technique if there is no power behind it, right?"

Gojo Gojo replied sullenly: "It's too bad, isn't this my revenge on Dazai for nothing?"

When Edogawa Ranpo heard this sentence, he laughed out loud in Gojo's depressed eyes on the spot: "Are you regretting it? Gojo Satoru regrets what he has done, which really scared the real detective Big jump!"

"That's not the problem," Gojo replied with a frown. "Originally, revenge on Osamu Dazai was just a matter of incident. My previous trip to the Mafia was just to show my neutral position."

Although the attitudes of both parties were very bad, the news was successfully conveyed to Mori Ogai.

"Isn't it good?" asked the pillar of the Armed Detective Agency, "The leader of the port mafia generation will not be shaken by his private feelings for you, so you don't need to worry about him getting revenge for being provoked."

"...involving me in the party struggle between the former leader and the current leader, isn't that considered revenge?" Gojo replied impatiently.

"Who told you to be so unlucky that you were picked up by the Weicheng family and used as a badass."

Edogawa laughed wildly.

"So what should we do next?" Gojo Satoru unpacked a pack of cream-flavored potato chips on his desk, and asked Mr. Detective, "Did he reach a deal with another organization? In order to escape from the new gangster The chief's warning and strike."

The boy was chewing on potato chips, and his voice became slightly blurred because of this: "For this reason, I would not hesitate to kill my beloved daughter... It seems that Mori Ogai has the absolute upper hand in this contest. Already."

Edogawa Ranpo was also gibbering and pouring wave soda into his mouth: "Aren't you going to express your opinion on the fact that he killed his own daughter?"

"Hey, why? This matter should have nothing to do with me."

Gojo Satoru looked at Ranpo in surprise—he didn't understand what the detective said at all.

The detective rolled his eyes at this impersonal guy: "She is also your previous employer, at least she should show some due respect."

Edogawa Ranpo's daily behavior seems to be quite uninhibited, but he is still reluctantly observing the etiquette, so it will not be too annoying.

Gojo Satoru was the opposite, a guy who didn't care about etiquette at all: "She's not an important person to me, so there's no need for that?"

He clearly said such chilling words, but the young man still had a hearty and careless smile on his face: "She will die because she is not strong enough." ——When everyone dies, the essence is All alone.”

"Since she didn't understand this truth, she was easily killed by her father. Although it is a pity, it is also the result of her own lack of vigilance."

Gojo Satoru concluded this way.

Is this victim blaming, or essential apathy?

No.

Edogawa Ranpo opened his right eye and looked at the person who continued to happily eat snacks.

Rather, Gojo Satoru doesn't understand what is "indifference" and what is "victim". He just stands arrogantly at the top and asks the people below him light questions that don't need to be answered.

What will happen after the aliens come to the earth by accident?

Gojo Satoru is the cosmic man, scanning everything outside the glass sphere with clear eyes.

This is a more overlooking perspective than Edogawa Ranpo, who considers himself the "Son of God".

Wujo Wu doesn't understand people's hearts, and he also thinks that he doesn't need to understand people's hearts.

Although his emotions at this time are real, what exactly is the boy feeling angry about?

Edogawa Ranpo observed this rare living example, narrowing his eyes with some interest.

"You are a bit like a cat." The detective put down the soda bottle in his hand, patted the table enthusiastically, and commented, "Cats never consider human thoughts——ah, speaking of this topic, the president himself I really like cats."

"Ah, Mr. Fukuzawa?" Gojo Gojo tilted his head, recalling the white-haired man who had only met once, "But he doesn't look like he is very popular with cats?"

After all, all day long, he has an aura that can make a high school girl's eyes bleed to death just by looking at them.

Discussing topics related to Fukuzawa Yukichi, Edogawa Ranpo started chattering all of a sudden: "After all, he is the president! Although it is a pity that he is not welcomed by his favorite animals, but other places can be said to be perfect of--"

If another member and Akiko Yosano were here, they would probably listen to these sincere rainbow farts with a smile on their faces.However, Gojo Satoru, as a guy who can't understand one person's yearning for another person's feelings at all, has no atmosphere breaker at all. The interrupter consciously interrupted the young detective's endless words: "Compared to this, Ranpo, you didn't say hello to Officer Yasui Want to deal with the follow-up of the Weicheng Yuanji incident? What are you going to do?"

Only then did Edogawa Ranpo stop talking, and think again: "I probably already know the time and place when Ojo and his trading partner will meet."

Gojo Satoru knew very well that this guy was far beyond ordinary people's brains, so he naturally didn't question his judgment, but asked a question that was more important to him: "So when he meets with that unknown organization? Did the two of us stay in the detective agency doing nothing before?"

"Of course not!" Hearing this, Edogawa Ranpo evoked a mischievous smile, and even his left cheek was slightly dimpled because of this expression, "The two of us still have a lot of preparations to do. We have to deal with it!"

"Ah," Gojo Satoru immediately realized the meaning of chaotic steps.After he stood up straight away, he lifted the detective who was much shorter than himself, "Just in time, I also want to buy some snacks. Especially the butter cookies in the store next door, which have been there for three full days I didn't eat it."

"I'm going to the wagashi shop two streets away," Edogawa waved his arms, and directed confidently, "If you want your real detective to help you solve the troubles in the Mafia, you must take me there That's the place!"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows: "It's not impossible, but—"

He let go of his hand, and let Edogawa Ranbu fall directly to the ground from mid-air: "Then the next road should be walked by Mr. Detective himself."

As soon as the words fell, this guy who didn't respect others' thoughts walked straight towards the door, letting Luanbu, who was a short leg behind him, complain, "Since you have something to ask a detective, please be nice to me." Come on," chasing after him.

After visiting the two stores, the two teenagers, each holding a pile of bags—of course, filled with all kinds of desserts they carefully selected—did not return the same way, but chose the left Turn right and walk to a store that mainly rents out various dresses.

Gojo Satoru walked to the door, saw the furnishings in the store, and immediately reacted: "So, will Weicheng appear at some banquet in the future?"

Edogawa Ranpo nodded with a smile, and affirmed to his companion: "That's right, the port mafia will hold a banquet in a certain hotel two days later, and Ojo Genki will also give away his The data will be paid to a third party as the final payment.”

"It's just a little more troublesome," the black-haired and blue-eyed detective said in a relaxed tone that could make passers-by look at him with strange eyes, "The requirement for that banquet is that there must be a companion of the opposite sex, but with Ms. I just went on a business trip, so—"

"So?" His companion seemed to be out of his mind, "Abduct two women temporarily, threaten them and then sneak in together?"

Edogawa Ranpo replied with a puzzled face: "Why do you think so? Of course one of us is wearing women's clothing."

"Wow, that sounds very interesting!" Although his proposal was rejected, Gojo Satoru's eyes sparkled because of the keyword "women's clothing", "So you want me to do women's clothing? It's totally fine!"

Hearing this, Ranpo was silent for a while because of helplessness: "No, judging by my height, it is obvious that I am wearing women's clothes. And as the representative of the Armed Detective Agency, I also have an invitation letter, so I don't need to try to sneak into the banquet."

"What?" Gojo Satoru didn't hear the affirmation he wanted, and suddenly deflated like a leaky balloon, "It's rare to have such a fun thing..."

But soon, the boy cheered up again: "It's okay, Luanbu, let me choose clothes for you!"

Edogawa Ranpo noticed that the eyes of this guy who was afraid of chaos had been lingering on the formal dress, so he directly rejected him without hesitation: "No. I can't trust your aesthetics. .”

Gojo Satoru had no choice but to sigh and really die down.

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感谢在2020-05-2218:26:46~2020-05-2321:26:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Dawn Sky 1;

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