The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

As soon as he finished speaking, Gogol touched his cloak with his red-gloved fingers.

Gojo Satoru didn't even blink his eyes, he just stroked the main artery on the young man's neck with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Didn't I touch you already?"

Gogol was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that his fingertips had stopped at a place infinitely close to the inside of the white cloak.

After being slightly taken aback, the young man smiled happily: "You can even use this ability on other people?"

"The principle is the same." Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand and replied.

It was still raining.

Gogol raised his arms and propped himself up from the ground.

He didn't mind the crackling raindrops falling on his body at all, instead he tilted his head and said seriously:

"I misunderstood you."

After saying this, the young man calmed down again, and just looked at Wutiao in silence.

Gojo Satoru was about to answer when he heard a low coughing sound from the side.

The two turned their heads and saw that Mr. Dostoevsky, who was about to be forgotten by them, was already slightly flushed.

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, then asked hesitantly: "If I remember correctly, Fyodor Dostoevsky is indeed Russian?"

Gogol replied with a smile: "Me too."

"That's not the point," Wu Tiao was not going to pick up this guy's meme, "Can ordinary Russians be in such poor health?"

Dostoevsky stood up helplessly, and said to the two guys who had no sympathy: "Let's go to the building and talk."

Gogol and Gojo Satoru kept arguing as they followed:

"You really wanted to kill me just now, didn't you, Gogol? How many times have I told you, don't try to impose your own theory of 'freedom' on me."

The silver-haired young man stuck out his tongue, and simply played tricks: "But you also released a real killing intent on me before, so if you calculate it like this, don't we two be the same?"

Gojo Wujo saw that he couldn't please, so he started to laugh at the clown who usually pretended to be crazy: "You still know what half a catty is? I'm afraid you don't know what is your love and what is it? I would."

During the debate between the two, they went down the stairs and reached the interior of the corridor on the top floor of the building.

This is an abandoned building that can be seen everywhere in Yokohama.Not to mention, due to the recent wars between various forces, the barren real estate has become less populated than before.

Dostoyevsky chose a room at random, walked in, and sat down on the dusty seat not minding it.

Gogol and Gojo Satoru also went in, but they just stood at the door, looking at the Russian who was in particularly bad health.

After a moment of silence at the scene, Gojo Satoru spoke first: "Is Dazai's locator on your body now?"

Dostoevsky replied: "That's right." He looked at Wutiao with those unwavering purple eyes, and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

"Give it to me," Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, and lazily replied in an orderly tone, "I have to use this thing to warn Dazai once more."

When Dostoevsky heard this, he just pondered for a few seconds, then took out the locator and put it on Gojo Satoru's outstretched palm.

Gojo Satoru put his hand back into his pocket, frowned and glanced at the dusty and cobweb-covered wall for a few times, but still didn't lean on it.He turned to Dostoevsky again and asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

After a small locator episode, the official stage is finally about to kick off.

Dostoevsky understood that in dealing with people like Gojo Satoru it is best not to mince words.It’s okay to say half and hide half, because Wutiao’s brain is enough to understand the unfinished meaning of his words; but if you plan to introduce it gradually from an irrelevant topic, it will only arouse unnecessary disgust from the teenager.

So after Gojo Satoru asked this question, he answered straight to the point: "I want you to join the 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man'."

When Wujo Satoru heard this, he wasn't surprised at all.

One is that he has heard recruitment invitations from countless powerful people, and it doesn’t matter if he comes again now; the other is that he has already speculated about Dostoevsky’s purpose before, Now it just happens to be confirmed.

Therefore, after a short reply, the young man asked a question to the young man sitting across from him: "Why? Apart from my supernatural power being strong enough, there should be other reasons."

Dostoevsky nodded frankly, and told Wu Tiao: "Because I am very interested in you."

"Gojo-kun, you suddenly appeared in Yokohama about a season ago, and with your appearance, a violent fluctuation of supernatural power broke out in Laser Street."

When Dostoevsky said this, he suddenly paused and corrected: "No, it should be said to be fluctuations of unknown forces."

"Also, while you claim to be from another world, you find that you have lost an important memory."

Wujo Wujo moved the wrists of both hands as if casually, and said in a slightly mocking tone: "As expected of the leader of the 'Mouse of the Dead', he even knows this kind of private information clearly. Chu."

He crossed his arms, looked at Dostoyevsky, and smiled slightly: "Of course, I'm not accusing you of your behavior—even if it does look like some kind of unscrupulous stalker."

Dostoevsky also replied with a smile: "This is just the most basic information gathering, Gojo-kun," he asked back, "After all, you didn't intend to hide this matter, did you?"

"That's right," Gojo nodded with a clear conscience, "This matter is very important to me, but I have only been in Yokohama for a few months and I don't have enough intelligence channels to obtain the specific information I want."

"So I spread this matter," the young man continued, "As long as they see the value of my use, other organizations will naturally offer relevant information to win me over."

Dostoevsky replied: "Including me."

"Yes."

Gojo Satoru agreed, laughing like a cunning Maine Coon cat who has stolen a small dried fish: "Then what is the weight you want to add to the scale?"

"Isn't the existence of the 'Rat of the Dead' enough? It will provide you with more information than you can imagine," Dostoevsky replied, "Gojo-kun should be very aware of the importance of intelligence organizations That's right."

The white-haired boy blinked and gave a long "hmm", agreeing with the black-haired youth's words.

Dostoevsky went on to say: "A mousetrap without cheese will not attract mice, and a "five declines of heaven and man" without a deposit will not arouse your interest. What you want to say is actually Is this it?"

The young man looked at Gojo Satoru with his deep purple eyes.Unlike Osamu Dazai who always had a faint smile on his face, Fyodor Dostoevsky would not show unnecessary expressions when it was not necessary.

However, at this moment, there was a mysterious luster in his eyes.It is clear that Dostoevsky is looking at Gojo Satoru, but his expression is more like a glimpse of the boundless, pure white Avalon without evil.

The young man stated the information he had obtained in a positive tone: "Gojo Satoru, you are the messenger who made a contract with the gods, and you are also a sharp weapon used to bring divine punishment to the world."

Gojo Satoru's face finally changed slightly: "Are you sure?"

Dostoevsky raised the corners of his mouth: "Of course."

Wujo will believe that there are ghosts.According to what this guy said, the reason why Gojo Satoru appeared here was that he had made an agreement with a certain "god" to send "divine punishment" to the world——

The teenager swears by his reading experience of more than ten years in the juvenile sauce shop. The villain boss-type character sounds like a god, basically he wants to destroy the world; Half of the entire planet.

In short, it will not be a good thing.

Regardless of why Wujo Satoru agreed to such a very mentally retarded condition, let alone what came out of Dostoevsky's mouth-in the end, it has no credibility at all.The white-haired boy looked at the young man in front of him quite speechlessly, and asked, "Do you think I will decide to join a terrorist organization for the sake of my so-called ideal?"

He glanced at the famous demon, and then at the clown who was listening to the conversation between the two on his side with great interest: "However, you do have what I need most right now."

Dostoevsky's smile deepened: "As long as Wutiao-kun joins us, sooner or later we will understand the common dream of the 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man'."

"Gogol too? Are you planning to destroy the world too?" Gojo Satoru ignored the words and turned to look at the silver-haired youth with braids next to him.

Gogol touched the ends of his hair that fell to his waist, nodded and said, "That's right. The course of action that allows everyone to obtain perfect freedom—don't you think it's great?"

Gojo lowered his eyelids and said, "I understand. As long as I want to continue to obtain relevant information, I must join the 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man, right?'"

Dostoevsky shook his head, but emphasized: "This is not a coercion, but an invitation. The information is just my sincerity to Gojo-kun."

"How?" The young man's expression couldn't be more sincere, "I sincerely hope that Gojo-kun can become our partner, and together we can destroy this world full of sins."