The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

In the middle of choosing dresses and long skirts, Gojo Satoru was still trying to recommend to Edogawa Ranpo what looks good in his eyes. However, Mr. Detective, who has normal aesthetics, dismissed them all. go back.

And Luanbu's mouth is as poisonous as ever: "As far as your aesthetics are concerned, if you can find a guy with a similar taste in the future, just marry directly."

Although Gojo Satoru was a little bit wronged, he didn't feel guilty at all: "Let's not talk about whether I want to find a boyfriend or girlfriend—wait, don't change the subject! This light yellow dress is obviously very good! "

The boy raised his hand and pointed his finger straight at a yellow dress hanging in a corner—it has to be said that even Edogawa Chaos could accurately pick out such an ugly one among so many beautiful clothes. Bu couldn't help but admire the man's eyesight—then he yelled happily: "Luanbu, if you choose this one, how about I give you all the snacks I bought today?"

Edogawa Ranpo and the waitresses in the shop fell silent together: "..."

Then, they tacitly ignored this immature ghost whose psychological age would not exceed three years old, and began to carefully choose clothes.

With this guy here as a comparison, it doesn't seem so strange for a man to rent a lady's dress in Luanbu.

Edogawa Ranpo, who has always been the spoiled one, understood for the first time in his life the feelings of Fukuzawa Yukichi, the guardian, on weekdays.

Seeing that his self-willedness was really completely ignored by these people, Gojo Satoru could only lie down on the sofa and roll slowly: "Ranbu—so boring——"

Edogawa Ranpo remained unmoved: "You can have some snacks."

Gojo Satoru pointed to the bag that had nothing left, and his tone was righteous, and his voice became more and more drawn out: "But I've already eaten them all—"

Edogawa Ranpo was even more unmoved: "You can buy it yourself."

Gojo Satoru was also more confident: "How can there be a part-time bodyguard who leaves his employer to buy desserts alone?!" Speaking of this, the boy's light blue eyes rolled, revealing a mischievous temperament that should be expected in this age group Come on, "But since you have said that in Luanbu, I have no choice but to go shopping and come back!"

After saying this, he pointed a shiny wink with his right eye to his detective employer.

Even though Wujo's face was partly covered by the sunglasses, this action almost made the shop assistants ignore his previous strange behavior, and screamed softly, a little dizzy.

Mr. Detective rubbed his temples with some headaches—the 19-year-old Ranpo Edogawa was not as calm as he was a few years later, and sometimes he was a little immature. People don't have that much resistance.

So he waited for the surroundings to calm down before telling Wujo Wu: "Remember to bring me a copy, and definitely don't forget."

Wujo waved his right hand, and agreed with a somewhat perfunctory attitude.

He picked up the already empty paper bag, folded it into a small piece and walked out the door. After throwing it into the trash can at the door, he set off for the dessert shop on the same floor.

Did you pay me out on purpose?

Gojo Satoru felt that his mouth was a little dry, so he planned to buy a double wave of soda later—one of which was made by Edogawa Ranpo.

Let me come out and find something?

The boy knew that although his mind was good, it was mainly because of his excellence in combat, which was completely different from Edogawa Ranpo's ability to see through the truth at a glance.For example, until now he still doesn't understand how Ranpo confirmed that the corpse of Weicheng Yuanji was disguised by a different ability.

After all, these eyes told Wujo that Edogawa Ranpo is not a supernatural being.

So after realizing that his interests are still in line with the detective's and that he is not a bad person, Gojo Satoru will occasionally "follow orders".

Hope is a funny thing--

As soon as he thought of this, when he raised his eyes, Gojo Satoru saw the "purpose" that Edogawa Ranpo sent him out.

A teenager wearing brown glasses is standing at the next corner of Wujo Wubijing.

It was a young man who kept attracting the eyes of passers-by.He has short blond hair, but unlike Edogawa Ranpo's messy black hair, his hair seems to have been combed well, reflecting a faint indifferent luster under the white light of the shopping mall corridor.

Gojo Satoru noticed his wrist.The boy was wearing black gloves, the short design barely covering his palms, and the half of his skin that was exposed to the air was so openly pale, like Siberia's ever-changing skin ice.

The boy's amber eyes were also looking at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru, like him, did not have the yellowish complexion that is common among Asians.But unlike his unhealthy paleness, Wutiao's is a comfortable translucent white.

Gojo Satoru just paused a little after seeing him, and walked forward a few steps without any hesitation.

Gojo Satoru with a warm smile on his face and the boy with an indifferent expression are both attractive types, especially when the distance between them is getting closer, it is like the scorching desert of the Sahara colliding with the iceberg of the North Pole, attracting a lot of attention. More passers-by kept turning their heads to look at them.

However, these two are guys who don't care about other people's probing eyes.

The boy's brown eyes flickered, and he first introduced himself: "My name is Ayatsuji Kototo. I've heard about you recently, Gojo Satoru."

The code of etiquette seems to be fine.

Gojo Satoru bent down and laughed twice before covering his mouth and answering, "Ranbu asked me to come here."

"I know." Ayatsuji pedestrian replied.

His voice was still cold.

Wutiao let out a long "Oh" and raised his eyebrows with great interest: "Then what is his purpose for asking me to come here?"

Ayatsuji moved his fingers, as if trying to grab something that should be beside him.But soon he realized that he didn't bring his favorite girl doll here today, so he gave up using this thing as an example to Wujo, but chose to say bluntly: "I like dolls very much."

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes and said "hmm", "You smart people really like to beat around the bush."

It's hard to tell whether this sentence is a compliment or a satire, because the boy's tone is still smiling like before: "Are you trying to say that I am like a doll?"

"No," Ayatsuji pedestrians looked at him with a subtle but still cold expression, "Why do you think so? Dolls are much cuter than humans. I came here only because of a certain idea proposed by Edogawa Ranpo. It's just a transaction."

Gojo Satoru's face turned a little strange for a moment: "Your statement is really annoying."

The boy in the vest ignored his interjection and continued to explain: "I am a special A-level supernatural ability user under the supervision of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, but today I just got rid of them and came out to relax."

"How do you choose?"

Finally, Ayatsuji Xingren asked Gojo Satoru: "You can choose not to join any organization, or you can choose to join the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and then become my monitor-I think this option is currently suitable for you and me. is one of the best."

When Wujo Wu heard this question, his first reaction was: "Although I knew it a long time ago, Luanbu is indeed a genuinely good person."

Ayatsuji Pedestrian did not speak, but still looked at Wutiao a few times with those eyes that were clearly warm-toned but exuded a depressing temperament.

And Gojo Satoru looked back with a candid smile, allowing the boy's eyes to turn around him several times.

"I see," Ayatsuji pedestrian raised his head slightly, "but."

"If you become a snake locked in a cage, and the outside of the cage is full of sheep that can be easily killed by your venom," the young man's tone seemed to be setting some difficult hurdles for Gojo Satoru, "you What will we do, Gojo Satoru?"

Gojo Satoru easily understood what Ayatsuji Xingren meant, and he replied almost without thinking, "I'm not a snake. Although I don't understand what's the use of you asking this meaningless question, it's impossible for me to be imprisoned." of."

"Then what are you?"

The boy seemed to be asking a serious question.

Gojo suddenly remembered the definition Edogawa Ranpo had made for himself before, couldn't help touching his chin, and answered with some uncertainty: "Cat?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians stared at him again.

The boy didn't say much anymore, he just turned around and said, "Goodbye, I believe we will meet again soon."

This time he really just left.

Gojo Satoru looked at his back with a smile, but muttered a few words in his mouth: "This is not acceptable, I hate to be associated with some pedantic and restrictive forces."

However, the primary goal at the moment is to buy snacks, rather than thinking about things that have not been settled in the future.

The boy took two steps in the opposite direction, reached his destination, and even pushed open the door and walked in, only to realize one thing:

"Ah, I seem to have forgotten to ask what his supernatural power is."

Gojo Satoru, who has never told anyone the specific function of his supernatural ability, doesn't think there is anything wrong with this behavior: "It's nothing, anyway, Luanbu must know, just ask him when we go back."

"—I do know." Edogawa Ranpo had already chosen his clothes, and sat on the sofa looking at his companion.

"Ayatsuji Xingto's alias is 'Murder Detective', he is very famous among supernatural beings," Ranpo, who is also a detective, commented, "But the level of reasoning is still not as good as Ranpo-sama, I am!"

"As long as he accepts the commission and deduces the murderer, he can use 'accidental death' to end that person's life."

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "I've never killed anyone before."

"However, this is indeed a useful ability," the boy sighed, "It really has all kinds of supernatural abilities. It's really a magical world."

Edogawa Ranpo walked out of the clothing store with him and asked, "So, what do you think?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to resist killing all the members of the Supernatural Secret Service Division." Gojo Satoru became depressed with a hypocritical expression on his face, "Although the ones who die and the ones who come up are sure to be the same, but like Ayatsuji To control freedom like that and not retaliate - I can't do it."

"However," the boy added after finishing his sentence, "Sometimes simply being strong doesn't cause fear. For example, Nakahara Chuya, in the eyes of some people in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, can only be regarded as 'troublesome' degree."

Edogawa shook his head randomly, and commented: "After all, there are always more idiots in this world. Absolute strength and absolute resourcefulness—as long as you have one of them, you can always be invincible."