The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Gojo Satoru has been commented "you are very interesting" by countless people in the past few days.So he didn't react to Gogol's weird words and deeds, but after confirming that the young man would not stop him from doing any harm to Yuanji Weicheng, he directly stepped towards the gagged but still He walked past the man who was howling.

Wujo took out the rag from Weicheng Yuanji's mouth, and casually threw it on the floor beside him.

Seeing that he was finally able to speak, the man struggled to ignore the pain in his right leg, and quickly opened his mouth: "I didn't mean to kill—"

Gojo Satoru didn't listen to his explanation, and kicked him directly on the shin, causing the man's entire calf to bend back nearly ninety degrees.

The air in the room was quiet for a few seconds because of the boy's merciless behavior.

However, in less than ten seconds, Weicheng Yuanji's screams broke the frozen atmosphere.

"very noisy."

Amid the more and more mournful howls of Weicheng, Gojo Satoru frowned, and complained in a low voice: "This guy is really noisy." Having said this, the boy turned his head and asked Gogol, "Do you have any spare time?" gag? I regret throwing that away."

Gogol was staring at Gojo Satoru's movements with his eyes open.The man who was called suddenly put his index finger under his left cheek, tilted his head and thought for a while, and then refused in a happy voice: "It's a pity, but it seems that you have to bear it, Gojo-kun—unless You put the rag back in for him."

Gojo Satoru glanced at the piece of cloth covered with saliva and dust, and his face showed obvious dislike: "If Dazai didn't say that he can't pull out his tongue...it's really troublesome."

While these two people were having an exchange that would make the parties frightened, Genji Ojo was finally free to speak.It was almost the first time in his life that a man begged others so loudly and without thinking: "It's just a useless woman who doesn't know anything—Gojo Satoru, I have other materials in my hand, as long as you Let me go here, I can give them all to the Armed Detective Agency!!!”

He said he was begging for mercy, but because of his excessively high voice, it sounded more like a threat.

Gogol laughed when he heard this: "Do you think Mr. Wutiao treated you like this because of your daughter's death?"

When Weicheng Yuanji heard the clown's voice, his pupils dilated almost uncontrollably due to the overwhelming panic, to the point where even Wujo couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

——I don’t know what Gogol did to him.

However, no matter what happened to these two people before, it has nothing to do with Gojo Satoru.He came here with only one purpose.

The boy finally became a little impatient.He stretched out that leg again, and stepped directly on Weicheng Yuanji's still intact left foot.

Naturally, flesh and blood cannot resist the attack with supernatural powers. Under Wujo Wujo's ruthless movements, Weicheng howled again in a low voice with his already hoarse voice.

"You're still the stupidest person I've met in the past few days," Wujou retracted his legs and said lightly, "Could it be that in the two weeks we've been together, you haven't seen what I am like? Are you alone?"

Weicheng Yuanji felt that he was going to pass out due to the double pain both psychologically and physically.His impression of Gojo Satoru was still on the new bodyguard who liked to glibly compliment his daughter, even at the beginning he didn't know that Gojo was a powerful person with supernatural abilities—

Unwilling to be lonely, Gogol interjected again: "You should have heard that, right? Just now, Gojo-kun said that what he hates the most is 'right theory'——Mr. Weicheng, what do you think is right theory? ?”

Before Weicheng could reply tremblingly, the guy who seemed to be in harmony with Wutiao bafflingly asked himself and answered: "—Bingo! That's right! '正论' means correct and reasonable speech——!"

"And what is 'correct and reasonable speech'?"

Gogol took another two steps towards Gojo Satoru, causing the tail of his long silver braid to hit the boy on the back of the hand.

Now, the two people are almost close together: "The bird imprisoned in the cage thinks that he cannot fly, that his food is rewarded by humans, and that the bird cage is the biggest world that belongs to him alone. This is the 'right theory'," Gogol's mouth was raised, but it didn't damage his handsome appearance, on the contrary, he showed more madness, "Wutiao-kun, what do you think of this theory?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the young man who was uttering crazy words, but he smiled: "Do you think you are a white bird trapped in a cage, Gogol?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and took off the playing cards on Nikolai Gogol, exposing the young man's beautiful heterochromatic pupils to the air, "Constrained by common sense and imprisoned by morality, this It is an obstacle to your survival."

To Gogol's surprise, Wutiao understood the meaning of his words almost immediately, and even further summarized them, and then said them all.

Rubbing the smooth black and white poker surface with his fingers, the young man replied in an almost lingering tone: "It's an interesting idea. Rather, it's always good to have firm ideals."

Gojo Satoru felt his right arm—right arm again—suddenly being grabbed by the supernatural being beside him.

Gogo's voice rose with excitement: "Meeting you is really the happiest gift I've ever had this year, Wu."

The clown does seem to be an uncertain character, but at least he is now in a much better mood because of the appearance of the understander: "I thought that the only people who could understand me were the 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man', but I didn't expect to come After coming to Japan, there are still such surprises.”

"But I don't agree with you, Gogol." Wujo Satoru replied, denying the other party's point of view, "Your logic is indeed not too wrong, but I'm not as interested in it as you imagined. It just happens to be able to understand what you mean, but that's all."

Weicheng Yuanji sat on the sidelines, a little thankful that these two people were distracted by such boring things.Although the pain in his right leg and left foot was about to make him faint, but as long as these two people didn't care about him, there was still a slight possibility of escape.

At this time, Gojo Satoru made a pause gesture to Gogol, turned his head, and looked at him: "Your thinking speed has suddenly accelerated."

"Thinking about how to escape?" said the boy with "six eyes", "This is not possible, after all, I have to take you back to do business."

Wujo stretched out his hand, and directly folded the two arms of Weicheng Yuanji from the joints into a right angle: "If all the limbs are useless, you shouldn't be able to move, right? Obediently wait on the seat, or I will kill you next time." The eyeballs were gouged out."

Gogol waited for Gojo to finish all this—perhaps because of the harmonious atmosphere between the two, he was very patient with the young man—and then continued his words: "No, Wujo, didn't you realize it? "

Wujo didn't care about the address he suddenly became more intimate with, and just asked back: "What?"

"If I'm a bird in a cage, don't you think you're not?" Gogol shook his head and replied, "The first time I saw you, I thought you were someone who had swelled to the limit. Helium balloon."

Gojo Satoru stared at the young man whose nose was facing his own: "Isn't the balloon quite free?"

"A hydrogen balloon doesn't know where its limit is. It will float straight up in mid-air until it is blown into powder by the air pressure."

Gogol rolled his eyes, and finally took a step back: "You are a hydrogen balloon that has no concept of yourself, Wu."

Gojo Satoru fell silent.But soon, he followed the topic and said, "It is impossible to find the first balloon that exploded so happily in the world."

"What's more, the balloon has a limit, but you can't confirm that I also have a limit?" Gojo Satoru replied, "But—it's really interesting."

This time it was Gogol who asked the question: "What's interesting?"

"In the eyes of different people, my image is completely different, isn't that interesting enough?" The young man's blue eyes sparkled, "I'm not too boring in Dazai's eyes In the eyes of Ranpo, you are a "colleague who will leave the detective agency sooner or later"; just like you are a "lunatic" in the eyes of Weicheng Genji, and you are a "terrorist who belongs to the five declines of heaven and man" in the eyes of the world. .”

"No matter how much you try, Gogol, to break free from the cage, the inside of it is made of metal milling cutters, forcibly carving you into a shape you don't want at all."

The young man's words were not finished yet: "But different people look at birds from different angles, and the appearances reflected in their eyes are naturally completely different. Gogol, what you want is chaos, the first and last point, but as long as you still It’s impossible to do it in the presence of others.”

"In this case, what should you do?"

Gogol looked at Gojo Satoru, but it was a completely different sight from just now.

He seemed to want to salute, but remembered the five words just now, and abruptly stopped in the middle: "This is indeed a good question, Wu."

"You who can ask such a question can't be just an ordinary understander," the young man said, stubbornly thinking so, "You just haven't seen yourself clearly."

What Wujo Satoru suddenly remembered was the small piece of memory that he was missing.

For the first time, he didn't insist on his own thoughts, but frowned and replied ambiguously: "You may be right."

The author has something to say: two white birds in a cage.