The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

When Gojo Satoru returned to the hall, Edogawa Ranpo was still sitting in the corner, eating strawberry cake with a fork.

He took a few steps forward and sat next to the detective dressed in women's clothes. He propped up his chin, but the first question he asked was: "No one is harassing you, right?"

"Ah?" Ranbu's mouth was full, "Don't you feel uncomfortable when you say something like Prince Charming?"

After saying this, the young man turned his head and stared at Gojo Satoru with his beautiful emerald eyes: "It seems that you are not too angry, now I feel relieved."

"If I would get angry because I was used a little bit once, it would be impossible to join the Armed Detective Agency from the very beginning," Gojo Satoru spread his hands, expressing his dislike for the actions of Mori Ogai and Osamu Dazai Mind, "Besides, because of this incident, the story of me throwing Dazai into the river can be regarded as a turning point, isn't it?"

"To be precise, it's 'turned over in the eyes of Mori Ogai and the port mafia'. It's hard to say how Dazai Osamu thinks about this matter," Edogawa Ranpo replied in a flat tone, "So you It would be better to act angrier in front of him next time—”

"However," as if thinking of something interesting, the corners of Luanbu's mouth hooked up, revealing a narrow smile, "This is indeed a good show, thanks to my professional women's clothing mixed in."

Speaking of "good show", Gojo Satoru thought of Gogol with whom he had hit it off before.He glanced at Mori Ogai, who was still flirting with others, and Dazai Osamu, who was standing next to him, and after confirming that the two guys were far away, probably unable to hear the conversation here, he opened his mouth to face each other. Edogawa Ranpo asked: "What kind of organization is the 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man'?"

The detective blinked and replied very decisively: "I don't know."

Seeing Gojo Satoru's look of disdain for a moment, Ranbu puffed up his cheeks, stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, and complained confidently: "Our armed detective agency only cares about things in Japan, what business do they have for Russia! "

Wutiao understood what he meant, and immediately changed the question: "Then what do you know about the devil Dostoevsky and the clown Gogol?"

Edogawa Ranpo nodded, and was very satisfied with his assistant's approach: "Gogol doesn't often work in Japan, so I don't know him very well. But Dostoevsky— —In Yokohama, he is not best known as a member of the international terrorist organization 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man'."

"Do you know the 'Rat of the Dead House'?" Ranpo asked this question first, but after seeing Gojo's confused expression, he immediately responded, "Indeed, you have only been in Yokohama for a few months It's normal to not know."

Gojo Satoru replied helplessly: "I only know "Notes on the House of the Dead"."

"Don't talk about the different world stalks that I don't understand," Edogawa ranpo complained, "'The Rat of the Dead House' is an intelligence organization, and Dostoevsky is the leader of this organization."

"He is a man not to be underestimated." This is the first time I have seen Gojo Satoru with such a serious expression on Ranpo's face, and he couldn't help being slightly surprised in his heart, "Many major events that happened in Yokohama before This man's secret handwriting."

Gojo Satoru raised his head, but did not respond to Edogawa Ranpo's words, but changed to another topic that was somewhat related: "Dostoevsky and Gogol just told something happened to me."

The detective opened his green eyes, and his tone became more serious: "Did they tell you?"

"That's right," Wutiao said, but shook his head, "Leaving aside the reason why Gogol told me this, what did Dostoevsky want from me? ?”

Edogawa Ranbu clenched the knife and fork in his hand, thinking for a while very quietly.

After a few minutes, he said to Wutiao: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch a tiger cub. Wutiao, the 'rat in the house of death' definitely knows more information than me, you should take the initiative to participate in this war—— Dostoevsky may have investigated some clues to your memory."

Gojo Satoru raised his hand, tapped lightly on the table, and said with a smile: "I will do that. Although it feels annoying to be led by the nose, but for my own purpose, I can indeed cooperate first. The Russian's plan."

Near ten o'clock in the evening, the banquet finally came to an end.

Mori Ogai glanced at what was discussed, and finally stood up and left the Armed Detective Agency in the hall. The two of them, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around them, lowered their heads to Osamu Dazai who was standing beside him. :"how?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head and replied, "That's it."

Mori Ogai raised his hand, smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Then I will trouble Dazai-kun and Nakaya-kun for the next thing."

After Dazai made an expression that couldn't help vomiting, he responded repeatedly: "I know, I know - it's torture to work with the two people I hate the most, Mr. Mori, you are exploiting child labor! "

"I'm going to let Chuya-kun start this matter." Mori Ogai turned his face and said, "It's more suitable for him to do this kind of thing. Dazai-kun, you just need to let everyone know'Armed Detective Agency Gojo Satoru, a member of the reserve club, helped the port mafia catch the traitor' and that's fine."

"It's not killing two birds with one stone, but killing three birds with one stone." Dazai Osamu responded indifferently, "I understand, boss."

The man's voice was still gentle: "Because Mr. Zhongye has always been a good boy, so I left this matter to him."