The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Seeing Osamu Dazai like this, Gojo Satoru let out a sneer from the bottom of his heart 100% sincerely: "You haven't thought about it, what should you do if the poison you inject is a laxative?"

Osamu Dazai: "...?"

He asked with some difficulty: "The members of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man are so eclectic?"

Gojo Satoru looked serious: "If Dazai, you have the opportunity to drug the cadres and members of the hostile organization, but you can't kill him, what will you do?"

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai glanced at Wujo with a half-smile: "But, if you want to prescribe medicine, you should prescribe it to both of us at the same time."

"Since Wutiao you drank the apple juice directly, then there shouldn't be anything in the wine I ordered."

The boy's eyes narrowed.

Because he failed to trick Dazai, he didn't look very happy.

Although Gojo Satoru's eyes are also blue, they are not the same as Nakahara of the Port Mafia.Central Plains is the warm and clear cobalt blue in summer, which makes people feel the cool breeze gently blowing past your ears during the dog days when people first look at it; while Wujo Wu's is lighter and more Thoroughly, it is better to say that it was thrown into the North Pole of the winter solstice from the very beginning, rather than the bite of a popsicle bitten off in the scorching summer.

At this time, Gojo Satoru was looking at Dazai Osamu with eyes that could make people shudder a few times.

Looking at the unmoving mafia in front of him, the young man frowned and urged: "Get up soon, we have to go together."

Ignoring the words of refusal that Osamu Dazai was about to say, Gojo directly turned his head and bid farewell to Edogawa Ranpo: "Ranpo, then I'll go first."

The detective was still eating the cake, and nodded perfunctorily to him: "Remember to come back soon."

However, Dazai was still chattering behind his back: "Anyway, even if you are the only one, you must be able to complete this task, right? Or is it that you have no confidence in your own abilities, and you have to let me accompany you to appease you when you first do something big? A heart that can't stop beating?"

If Chuya Nakahara was here, he might have been annoyed by Dazai Ji, so he turned around and left in anger.However, Gojo Satoru is not Nakahara Chuya, so he just glanced at Dazai Osamu with a slightly smiling look: "If you say one more nonsense, I will directly lift you up in front of everyone in the hall and walk around here directly , let everyone take a look at what the reserve cadres of the port mafia are like, okay?"

Although Osamu Dazai himself doesn't care about this proposal, if he is already a reserve cadre, if he is really messed around by Gojo Satoru, he will lose not only his own face-maybe he will be punished when he goes back. Mori Ogai's direct accountability makes people feel troublesome.

I think Gojo Satoru was also aware of this before he said such a thing.

Osamu Dazai pursed his lower lip, finally stood up reluctantly, and said, "Okay, but it's really useless for me to follow, Gojo-kun."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, tidied up the somewhat messy collar of his jacket, turned around and walked towards the place where Gogol just disappeared: "It's okay, I brought you there not to ask you to help, but to It's just to prevent you from making some small moves in other places behind my back."

When Osamu Dazai heard this, a smile seemed to flash in his eyes.

He saw Wu Tiao walking towards the surrounding corridors with long legs without looking back, so he trotted after him, and whispered, "I swear, I won't do anything during this time."

Gojo Satoru didn't intend to pay attention to it at all, he just thought this guy was farting: "You move too slowly."

The boy widened his iris-colored eyes, and yelled aggrievedly: "Isn't it still all to blame Wutiao-kun, you have been chatting with me about this and that before? And you don't want to be a gorilla yourself. Do you think other people can join Tarzan?"

"I think the problem is with you," Wujo sneered back without hesitation, "Obviously, you are always trying to hang yourself? Scientific research shows that hanging can help you grow taller—the result is here Now that I am not as well developed as a natural person, you should reflect on yourself."

Osamu Dazai's eyes widened again: "What?! Does frequent hanging help increase height?!"

"Then this is super good news for the slugs," he obviously was on his way to capture the traitors of his own organization, but he took out his mobile phone and crackled an email, "you have to tell the dwarf about this. "

Gojo Satoru recalled Nakahara Chuya's disastrous height index, and nodded in agreement: "Indeed. Although using gravity to float yourself is also a way, but the most important thing is to start from the most basic. .”

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and then laughed at the same time.

Osamu Dazai almost laughed out his tears. It was probably a rare experience for him, and he even coughed a little at the end: "Gojo-kun, do you hate Chuya?"

"No," Gojo Satoru shook his head and denied, "Chuya-kun's fighting ability is very good, so I still like him, at least I'm more willing to choose him than you."

The mafia junior cadre finally finished sending his emails, put his phone back into his suit pocket, and said slowly, "I thought you hated the mafia."

"No, why do you think so?" Gojo Satoru replied with a surprised face, "It's just that the port mafia is not such a popular dessert for me."

"White chocolate is sweeter than dark chocolate, isn't it? Personally, I prefer sweeter ones."

"But I also hate things that are full of sugar," Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu walked side by side in the corridor, the deeper the lights became, the dimmer the lights became, and the boy's voice gradually lowered, "Sugar People who eat too much become pedantic and stupid."

In the dark environment, Osamu Dazai could no longer see the expression on Gojo Satoru's face at this moment, but the boy was not embarrassed, he was still relaxed: "Before you said 'sugar is omnipotent'."

Gojo turned his face sideways, looked at the unlit lamp on the left, but walked forward firmly: "One moment and another moment. I have always been a capricious person, right, Dazai-kun?"

Dazai stopped in his tracks.His voice gradually became indistinct in the darkness, but Gojo Satoru still heard the content completely: "Gojo-kun, you are indeed an interesting person. At least I haven't seen you like this until now." Type—or rather, the conditions required to create a person like you are too complicated, and you may not be able to find a second one in the whole world."

"Of course I am unique."

When Gojo Satoru uttered these words, his tone was obviously filled with the pride of his usual hippie smile, but Dazai Osamu was keenly aware that there seemed to be something hidden behind it.

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand and grabbed Gojo's right wrist.He didn't use much strength, but the boy understood what he meant and stopped in his tracks.

The two stood one behind the other on the plush carpet with intricate patterns.

"What I mean by interesting is your point." He held some cold fingers on Gojo Wu's warm skin, "You are clearly speaking the truth, but it makes people feel that the sincerity is not worth mentioning .”

"It's not that you selectively tell the truth to mislead others," the young man added, "You really exposed your weaknesses frankly, as if you had no scruples at all. After knowing that I am a member of the Mafia Under the circumstances, this way of acting really seems a bit ignorant.”

The boy's breath gradually approached Wutiao, and the cold breath gradually approached the back of his neck.Although he understood that Osamu Dazai would not kill him, nor did he have the ability to kill himself, Gojo Satoru couldn't help trembling because of the vigilance that is the essence of a strong man.

Perhaps because he also noticed the five body movements that were about to explode, Osamu Dazai took a step back in time before he got angry:

"Are you like those idiots?"

He was obviously asking himself and answering: "Of course not. No matter how you look at it, Wutiao you are a rare smart person. So there can only be two reasons for you to tell me these weaknesses."

"The first is that you are confident that even if we have the information, we won't be able to touch you;"

"Secondly, you don't have the desire to protect at all. You don't care about those things, just like you will feel revenge for Miss Weicheng's death, but you won't be too angry because of it."

"It's so strange, you are so strange." Osamu Dazai walked around in a circle, walked from behind Gojo to the front of him, and bent sideways, "You have no purpose in living in this world but you can Persist in moving forward, and you will clearly see everything you can see through without feeling bored."

Having said that, Osamu Dazai raised his eyes and looked at Gojo Satoru who had remained silent all along——

He found Wujo laughing.

No, that statement is not quite accurate.It should be said that Gojo Satoru's expression was exactly the same as usual, and he was observing Osamu Dazai with that same interest.

Who is the prey?Who is the hunter?

There is no food chain on the game field at this moment, just two humans looking at each other.

Gojo Satoru looked away first, and said with a smile: "Although it's boring to find the meaning of your own existence, I don't hate other people doing it."

Osamu Dazai asked curiously: "Then what do you hate the most?"

"Justice."

After the boy replied, he stepped forward and walked deeper: "The rest is my task, just wait here."

Osamu Dazai obediently stood on the spot and didn't move anymore: "Yes, but you have to go and come back quickly, don't delay too long."