The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

In this world, there are two kinds of power systems: all over the world, represented by the clock tower servants, combinations, and several major forces in Yokohama; and mainly in Italy, the dead energy passed down through the bloodline flame.

The former has a large number of people, the strong ones are naturally strong, and the weak ones are too weak.Moreover, the manifestations of supernatural powers are often weird, such as "Another" of "Murder Detective" Ayatsuji Xingren, as long as he deduces the method and facts of a person's murder, he can cause people to die unexpectedly.

However, the classification and class of the dead flames dominated by the leading Italian mafia, Vengley, are often more clearly defined-the leader is generally the big sky, and the other guardians are mostly composed of various attributes of the sky; However, there are also special examples such as the Simon family that are inherited by the attribute of the earth.

To put it simply, one is disorderly and the other is orderly.

On the side of supernatural powers, it is the "book" that involves the truth of the world. At present, it is still held in the hands of the Supernatural Secret Service; and on the Italian side, the "three powers of seven" are written by Vengley, the Son of the Rainbow and the recently emerging newcomers respectively. Controlled by the family Mirufiore.

That is to say, there is an existence close to the origin of the world behind these two power systems-then, there is no reason for the power of Gojo Sato not to follow this law.

This speculation almost made Dostoevsky tremble with excitement.But now, more than a few months have passed, and the young man is able to show a smile with ease when facing the existence that is like a miracle.

"According to what you mean," the black-haired and purple-eyed young man's voice was softer than before, "The name "Infinite Curse"..."

But Gojo Satoru asked back directly before he finished speaking: "When it comes to spells, what do you think of?"

"'Conjuration' is generally considered to be a power derived from Taoism," Dostoevsky apparently had investigated this matter, "a power that can communicate with gods and drive ghosts and gods."

It is precisely because of the key word "talking to the gods" that he attaches so much importance to the "spells" mentioned by Wujo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru bent down, put his hands in his pockets, raised his head slightly, and looked at Dostoevsky who was looking at him with calm eyes.

The distance between the two is very close.Only then did the Russian youth notice that this boy who had never had close contact with him had very long eyelashes.The five eyelids drooped down naturally, blocking a small half of the sky blue eyes - his eyelashes were really long, even a little exaggerated.

The young man blinked, his velvety eyelashes flickered, but he couldn't hide the sarcasm in his eyes: "Indeed, other 'spells' also have the type that can drive ghosts and gods. But mine is different," Wu Tiao Although Enlightenment bent down and looked up at Dostoevsky sitting on the stool, people could feel the oppressive feeling from his body that almost froze the air, "Unfortunately, 'Infinity Spell' is not this kind."

Dostoevsky pursed his lips and smiled silently for a while. After Gojo Satoru raised his back and retreated to his original position, he said, "Then you can tell me the principle of your spell." ?"

"Speaking of the principle—" Gojo Satoru mentioned this topic with great interest on his face, "What is the principle of your supernatural powers? It seems even more illogical than the flames in Italy."

"It's just a question related to the principle. It's okay to tell you," Gojo Satoru said after rubbing the locator of the metal case with his fingers in his pocket, "You owe me a favor."

After confirming Dostoyevsky's acquiescing to this sentence, the boy casually leaned against the wall—thankfully, his technique can guarantee that he will not get stains and dust on it—and finally began to take the initiative to uncover About the veil of my mysterious ability: "Have you heard the story of Achilles and the tortoise race? There should be such a story in this world, right?"

"You mean the paradox." Dostoevsky said with certainty.

After he finished saying this sentence, within a few seconds, he understood the meaning of Gojo Satoru.

"Achilles and the Tortoise" is a very interesting story.Suppose the speed of the tortoise is one meter per second, Achilles' speed is ten meters per second, and the starting line of the tortoise is ten meters in front of Achilles.Then one second later, the tortoise is at 11 meters, and Achilles is at ten meters; after another [-] second, the distance difference between the two is shortened to [-] meter...

But as long as it is divided into ten times infinitely, Achilles will never be able to catch up with the tortoise.

is it possible?Naturally impossible, this is a result of wrong thinking caused by using people's wrong way of thinking, and it is impossible to happen in reality.

But Wujo Satoru gave this answer when Dostoevsky asked him "what is your ability".

The young man opened his purple eyes wide, covered his mouth and coughed twice, but still couldn't help laughing: "I see. Sure enough...you are also the one responsible for condemning the world, and the messenger of the gods."

After hearing his announcement, Gojo Satoru just replied with a flat expression: "If you still want to think so, I don't care."

He turned his head, looked at Gogol who was standing beside him with a face of incomprehension, and asked, "Do you understand what my spell ability is?"

Gogol flipped off his long cloak, compared a cute wink to Gojo, and happily replied: "Of course—no!"

"But it's okay," the silver-haired young man treated Gojo Wu really well, and tried to comfort him as much as possible, "Tuosi can explain to me later."

"It's better for me," Gojo Satoru also replied with a wink, "After all, according to your supernatural power, you could have penetrated directly into my body and crushed my heart—or other organs Bar?"

"Gogol's abilities are really powerful," Gotjo said with a relaxed expression on his face, "he is indeed a notorious terrorist."

After finishing speaking, the young man directly explained his ability without waiting for the other two people's reaction: "Actually, the full name of my spell should be 'Unlimited Curse'."

"The formula of 'Unlimited Spell' is to turn the infinite series that converges in the paradox of Achilles and the tortoise race into reality."

"In short," Gojo Satoru placed the locator that Dostoevsky had handed to him earlier on the back of the other hand, only to see it froze between his hands, motionless. "The basic form of my technique is an infinite series of convergence. Anything approaching me will become slower and slower. In the end, when it approaches me to a certain range, it will no longer be able to move, and it is impossible to touch me."

Upon hearing this, Gogol interjected, "Can it be used to protect your internal organs?"

Gojo Satoru smiled at him, but shook his head: "I'm only responsible for explaining the most basic parts to you, and this will be a different price."

After refusing to answer Gogol's question, the young man went on to add: "As long as there is a way to strengthen this 'infinite spell', concepts that do not exist can be formed, such as 'negative natural numbers'. And the function of the 'negative natural number' is the same as what I used in the battle with Oda Sakunosuke - the one who has the ability to predict the future - in the battle of "Tian | Clothes Seamless", expressed as 'attraction'. "

"That's the end of the information I can provide you," Gojo Satoru shook his head and said with a smile, "Mr. Fyodor, please remember that you still owe me a favor."

Dostoyevsky crossed his hands and put his fingers on his chin, and asked, "Isn't attraction 'Cang' very useful?"

"Or, at present, you are not proficient enough yet," Dostoevsky speculated, "otherwise, it is impossible for you to use such a powerful move so infrequently."

"The first possibility is related to your lost memory," the young man said to Wutiao in a bewitching voice, "The second possibility is that your ability is growth-oriented?"

Gojo Gojo snorted and laughed: "I think it probably has both."

At this point, the boy looked out of the window and saw that the white mist covering half of Yokohama began to gradually dissipate.

At this time, as if he remembered something, he asked the two people next to him: "It's not enough for you to turn Yokohama's night into a puddle of muddy water, and you even plan to use 'White Qilin' to destroy the power?" Kill all the perpetrators? I don’t think that the Ability Secret Service will sit idly by this kind of behavior that seriously threatens the lives of people with supernatural powers in government departments.”

"No problem," Gogol raised his cloak, turned his face and smiled, "I'm here?"

"And the ostensible mastermind is indeed Shibusawa-kun, and the two of us will be the last one." Dostoevsky replied.

The black-haired young man didn't intend to tell Wujo Satoru about the nail planted by the "Rat of the House of Death" in the Supernatural Secret Service.

"Shibusawa-kun?" Gojo Satoru quickly realized that this was the real name of "White Kirin", and he quickly matched the names of people in history in his mind, "Shibusawa Eiichi? Or Shibusawa Tatsuhiko?"

Dostoevsky kindly answered the question: "It is Tatsuhiko Shibusawa."

No one asked who Shibusawa Eiichi was, so Gojo Satoru naturally didn't explain.

He walked slowly in the room, and his voice slowed down: "Shibusawa-kun is about to be defeated by Chuya-kun, right? Is it okay?"

"The matter over there is in the final analysis a foregone conclusion. This is an agreement between me and Dazai-kun," Fyodor Dostoyevsky seemed to be running out of patience, or rather, he made himself look like Getting impatient, "More importantly, we are here to invite you to join the 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man' organization. What do you think, Gojo Wu-kun?"

Gojo Satoru turned around, looked at the black-haired young man with a sincere expression, and replied, "At present, information is the most important thing to me."

Hearing this answer, Dostoevsky smiled slightly at him.

And Gogol, who was standing aside, laughed with complicated emotions.

Due to its special position, the Armed Detective Agency was not affected by Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's ability.

It was rare for Edogawa Rampo not to fall asleep on time at nine o'clock in the evening, but stayed at the detective agency, leaning on the only sofa for entertaining guests for the night.

This is the first bad treatment for the pampered detective after the age of 14.After the alarm rang, he looked angrily at the city outside the window where the fog had begun to dissipate, and the city was gradually getting brighter, and he began to complain non-stop: "If it weren't for the dessert that the idiot Wu Tiao paid too much , Lord Ranpo, I will not continue this commission!"

Having said that, he walked to the door of the infirmary where Yosano Akiko was, and asked in a drawn-out voice, "Miss Yosano—do you have a phone number here?"

After a while, the doctor who was woken up by the detective yawned and opened the door, and handed him a flip phone: "Here, what's the matter, Mr. Ranpo, could it be that some accident happened?"

Yosano Akiko would only have such a good temper in front of Edogawa Ranpo.

Edogawa Ranpo replied impatiently: "It's the commission from that guy Gojo. Because I promised to help, I had to go on with it."

As he spoke, he pried open the back case of the phone, took out the phone card with Xie Ye inside, and inserted a blank phone card into it.

The boy was infected by Yosano Akiko who kept yawning, and he couldn't help but also yawned a lot.After returning the calling card to the woman, he shook the mobile phone in his hand, indicating that he was going out to make a call.

Yosano nodded not minding at all.

Standing in front of the door, she heard the faint sound of Edogawa's random steps not far away, as if she mentioned "Ayatsuji Pedestrian", "Black Hand" and "Gojo Satoru".

The young woman yawned again, rubbed her dry eyes, and closed the door directly to go back to sleep.

Anyway, Mr. Ranpo can definitely handle it.

This is the unconditional trust of all members of the detective agency in their only detective.

A few minutes later, Edogawa Ranpo took out the phone card again, broke it into several pieces, sighed softly, and put the temporarily borrowed mobile phone back on Yosano Akiko's desk.

"It's too troublesome. You have to have twice as many wagashi."

He walked a few steps, and after sitting on his chair, he finally seemed to be unable to hold on, and fell asleep with his chin resting on his head.

Half an hour before that, somewhere in the Supernatural Secret Service.

"Murder Detective" Ayatsuji pedestrians suddenly explained that he had a special request, and after letting the people who had been watching him come down, he said to them: "I have something to tell Chief Farmer."

Same as the last time I met Gojo Satoru, the above-average boy was still wearing a brown coat, a vest and a white shirt of the same color inside, and a deerstalker hat on his head.However, what is different from before is that Ayatsuji Xingren is now holding a girl doll wearing a unilateral blindfold in his hand. It should be a cute doll's face, because of the hazy night, it shows a little bit of people. Get goosebumps treacherous.

Without waiting for the few people on the opposite side to refuse, Ayatsuji pedestrian added: "It is a matter of life and death in Yokohama, and it has something to do with the behind-the-scenes of the recent underground war. I don't think the Supernatural Secret Service Division does not need a foreign, A rat who likes to steal food in Yokohama and mess up the cafeteria, right?"

Only now did the people in charge of monitoring Ayatsuji passers-by realize that he seemed to have something important to tell Tanada.

They have been staying in the hidden place next to the boy for the past few months, and they naturally understand that Ayatsuji pedestrians' speculations are almost never wrong. Under this premise, they still reported the matter to the farming secretary.

At the same time, Taneda also received a call from "enthusiastic Yokohama citizens".

After he hung up the phone, he only had time to sigh, "That guy from the Armed Detective Agency is really getting smarter", and the secretary who knocked on the door told him that Ayatsuji pedestrians had something to discuss with him.

"According to him," the secretary seemed to be paying attention, but he was very reluctant—after all, the 'murder detective' Ayatsuji Xingren has a huge negative reputation in the entire Supernatural Secret Service, "This is a big thing about the existence of Yokohama .”

No one dared to underestimate Ayatsuji pedestrian, but everyone was also highly vigilant against him.

Taneda thought of what Edogawa Ranpo said to himself on the phone just now, and said in a daze: "Let Mr. Ayatsuji come over, I want to communicate with him face to face."

The secretary persuaded him with great embarrassment: "Mr. Taneda, we cannot guarantee the attitude of 'murder detective'..."

Taneda didn't say much, just repeated: "Let Ayatsuji pedestrians come over, or I will go directly."

Only then did the secretary understand that his boss was serious, so he had no choice but to give the order and leave in a hurry.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, a young man with pale blond hair pushed open the door of the farm's office amidst the sound of people stopping him.

Taneda Santouka nodded to this impolite young man with a gentle attitude, and said hello: "Yyatsuji-kun."

"Mr. Farming," Ayatsuji pedestrian replied indifferently, "Can you shut up the buzzing creatures behind me for a while?"

The scene was chaotic for a while because of this detective who didn't play cards according to common sense, and finally calmed down.

Taneda Yamatohi looked at the young man sitting straight across from him, and chose to speak first: "Ayatsuji-kun, just now a famous 'enthusiastic Yokohama citizen' called me, claiming that he knew another dark story behind this war location, and then let me agree to your meeting application..."

Speaking of this, Taneda recalled Edogawa Ranpo's confident and confident voice on the phone, and sighed helplessly: "Did you reach some kind of contract behind my back? You should understand, Ayatsuji-kun, as a person with a special ability Special A-level dangerous superpowers under the supervision of the Secret Service, you can't have contact with unauthorized people."

The atmosphere at the scene became even colder because of this implied threat.

Ayatsuji pedestrians looked at these idiots who were easily provoked by Taneda's words, but chose to answer the truth: "I haven't had any communication with the person who called you, but I think he will Just do something like this.”

A person sitting next to him asked angrily: "You haven't communicated with anyone, how can you know when he will do something?!"

Ayatsuji pedestrians glanced at this guy indifferently: "Just think a little bit and you will understand. You are too stupid."

Regardless of the increasingly scorching gaze from the side, the boy continued to communicate with Taneda Shantou: "Does he hope that I can tell you the specific information of another shady?"

"No, we won't be short of Dostoevsky's material," replied the farm chief straight to the point, "for another matter."

Ayatsuji pedestrian lowered his eyelids, looked at the girl doll in his arms, and didn't intend to whet these people's appetites: "That's right, something happened that you don't know. There is not only one person behind the scenes on the other side, 'God The clown Gogol in "Five Bad People" was also involved in this incident."

No one questioned this time, because the shock of this news was much more oppressive than that of Ayatsuji pedestrians alone.

If there is only Dostoevsky, it can be said that it is an internal decision of the "rat in the house of death", and has little to do with the "five declines of heaven and man".However, the appearance of Gogol blatantly rejected this possibility.

This is rubbing the face of the Supernatural Secret Service Division on the ground.After all, one of the functions of this "non-existent" organization is to confirm the list of people with supernatural powers who travel to and from China and abroad - and Gogol's name is obviously not on the list.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, Dostoyevsky, and Gogol, three extremely threatening supernatural beings are staying inside Yokohama, secretly planning many events that are not good for the city.

In the silence, Ayatsuji pedestrians suddenly made a sound again.He asked Taneda Shantouhuo: "Is the positioning provided by Gojo Satoru?"

This name is much stranger than those that appeared before.It took a while for some people in the office to remember who this "Wujo Satoru" was, while the rest just felt that the name was a little familiar.

They stared at the two people who were talking face to face, only to see Tan Tian Shantouhuo nodded affirmatively: "That's right."

An invisible smile appeared on Ayatsuji pedestrian's face.

He made a straightforward request: "I want Gojo Satoru to be my supervisor."

"...Why? Mr. Ayatsuji," Taneda became serious and changed his address for Ayatsuji pedestrian, "I hope you can give a strong enough reason."

"All that Gojo Satoru did was to join the Supernatural Secret Service Division," Ayatsuji pedestrian said with a slight smile, "His ability is too strong, and he is an uncontrollable element—but the same, so am I."

"Gojo Satoru must be under surveillance for a period of time if he wants to truly gain the trust of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, even if he had surrendered with two of the 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man' before."

"Things are wrong, I can use my own ability to deal with him, and he can kill me in time. This is a business that does not lose money for the Ability Secret Service, isn't it?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian said this long paragraph in a calm tone.

Drooping eyelids hid the sneer that flickered in his eyes.

Zhongtian Shantouhuo did not immediately agree: "We have to discuss it before we can decide."

However, Ayatsuji pedestrians knew in their hearts that they would definitely make this arrangement.Putting two different hungry beasts in a cage to weaken the unstable factors without a single soldier, this cowardly and insidious idea, the Supernatural Secret Service, an organization full of stupid paramecium-like existences It is irresistible.

So he just stood up, lifted his chin slightly, and then bid farewell to Tan Tian Shantouhuo.

Another few minutes passed.

After only himself and the secretary were left in the office, Zhongtian gave an order: "It's not too late, it's not up to me to handle this matter now."

"Give the specific information to 'Hound Dog'," Taneda Santohuo rubbed his forehead helplessly at this point, "Please let them erase the shady scene."

The secretary took two steps back, bowed towards Zhong Tian, ​​and replied, "Yes, I understand."

"Information." Gojo Satoru stood directly opposite Dostoyevsky, with his back to the door of the room. "What I want to know is naturally the part that concerns me."

Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru turned a corner: "But I really don't like to get along with smart people. Whether you are Dostoevsky, Dazai, or Mori Ogai, except Edogawa Ranpo, I haven't met anyone as smart as I like."

Dostoevsky was a frail young man worthy of the name.

His bangs are very long, slightly covering the purple eyes that shone with a strange light, but the quiet smile at the corner of his mouth has not changed at all.

The Russian looked at Gojo Satoru who was frank and frank in front of him, and didn't answer anything, still holding a positive attitude.

In his opinion, it is almost a foregone conclusion that Gojo Satoru joined the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.

"But I don't hate you, Tosi." Gojo Satoru changed to a more intimate address, and his tone softened a lot, "I hate that guy Mori Ogai the most. Compared with him, you are obviously much better .”

The boy brought up the topic mentioned earlier and showed it to Dostoyevsky: "After all, I once told Gogol that I hate positive opinions, but I don't hate people with firm ideals. "

"The leader of the port mafia also has his own ideals?" Dostoyevsky asked back. "He seems to regard the protection of Yokohama as his lifelong goal."

"It's different," Gojo Gori replied confidently, "There is a personal festival between the two of us."

"Besides, isn't something like 'guarding' one of the so-called theories?"

After this small talk that deviated from the main body, Wutiao continued his topic just now: "Well... Although it's not good to tell you directly like this, I really don't plan to join the Five Decays of Heaven and Man."

"Why?" Gogol, who was standing on the side, frowned, and asked hastily, "For you, there should be no difference between people who kill the world and people who save the world, right?"

He was even one step ahead of Dostoevsky next to him.

Gojo Satoru looked at him, but he replied as if he was a cow and a horse: "If there is a child on one track and four or five children on the other track, but I can only save one of them, then I will choose to save the child." The side with more people."

He shook his head, raised his finger, and pointed at Gogol: "You would say that it doesn't matter which side gets free, and you," Wujo turned around again, pointing at Dostoevsky, "it's the same , would not choose to go to another track and let the train go on the original track."

"But although the two of you made the same choice, the reasons are completely different—but this is not what we are discussing now," the young man said, "Although I don't mind killing people, I also don't mind saving people, and if I can save I will choose the side with more people."

In the eyes of these three people, human life is almost a mere number.

If I have to say it, the one who cares most about life is not Dostoevsky or Gojo Satoru, but Gogol.

——Gogol still has the most basic morality, at least he knows that killing people is wrong, and he will feel a little sad about the death of people.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru chose to save people only because his camp was more inclined to the kind side.

"I'm a utilitarian, not an idealist," Wujo Satoru concluded, flexing his wrist, "I don't get along with you at all."

"However, I chose not to join you, and the more important reason is that Luanbu gave me a better choice before."

Gojo Satoru caught a glimpse of Dostoyevsky's suddenly tense cheeks, and couldn't help but chuckled twice out of joy: "That's right, I handed over the locator that Osamu Dazai gave me to Jiang Ranpo Togawa also gave a commission to the detective agency by the way."

"As I said, I want you to owe me a favor." Wujo raised one index finger and pressed it down again, "Okay, now it's time for you to pay me back, Dostoevsky .”

The human relationship here naturally refers to not retaliating against Gojo Satoru's behavior of betraying the two of them-even to cooperate accordingly.

"You said information was important to you," Dostoevsky said after a while.

Gojo Satoru replied with a smile: "Yes, the Supernatural Secret Service Division can also give me what I want, can't it?"

No one answers this stupid question that doesn't need an answer.

"What's your opinion on this surprise, Nikolai?" He turned his face and asked Gogol who had been silent all this time.

Gogol's palms covered the upper half of his face, completely covering the black and white playing cards and pale gold eyes, making it difficult for people to see the emotions in his eyes clearly.

However, Gogol's slightly scary smile revealed his true emotions at the moment. The young man's shoulders trembled slightly, and he almost couldn't restrain himself from letting out a wonderful laugh:

"hahahahahahahaha!!"

The loud sound resounded throughout the entire floor of the abandoned building.

"It's so interesting—it's so interesting!!" Gogol raised his hands, leaned back slightly, and waved his palms randomly in the air a few times, "This kind of uncontrolled development is the reason for this The only interesting part of all the boring things in the world!"

The cloak behind Gogol shook violently for a while following his movements.

His spirit was very excited for a while, and then he calmed down slowly.The young man was holding the black cane he always carried, and almost burst into tears in front of the other two.

Seeing his appearance, Gojo Satoru ruthlessly began to pry the corner of the wall in front of Dostoyevsky: "It's great that you don't mind," the boy smiled, "Although for As far as 'freedom' is concerned, such things as positions are meaningless, but if there is an emergency, it would be bad if you, Nikolai, feel that I am at odds with you."

Dostoevsky said nothing.

Neither did Gogol.

Gogol's fingers moved slightly, stroking the golden part on the cane.He looked at Wujo Wu, like a narcissus looking at his reflection in the river, but the expression on his face was a little more exaggerated than before.

Gojo Satoru turned his face again, and asked Dostoevsky, who was in a state of contemplation, "Is there anything else?"

The black-haired Russian youth raised his eyes: "Is there someone from the Supernatural Secret Service Division? Otherwise, people like Wutiao-kun wouldn't go in."

"Don't say it's like going to jail if you join the Supernatural Secret Service Division," Gojo Satoru laughed a few times, and there was even a hint of naughtiness in his voice, "In the end, this is just an ordinary job. Don't use the ambiguous term 'my people'."

"Besides, Dostoevsky, your main purpose is not to invite me to join the Five Decays of Heaven and Man." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy lightly tapped the back of his hand and asked in a relaxed tone, "You Have you got what you want?"

Wutiao continued to add: "Besides, I asked you to return the locator to me instead of keeping it on your side. So what you got from me is just a 'little favor' .”

"There just happens to be a complete offset between the two of us."

The young man said confidently.

At this point, Gojo Satoru suddenly jumped sideways, so that his back was no longer facing the door of the room.

The next moment, a sharp weapon shone with a cold metallic luster under the faint incandescent light - the reason why it is called a "sharp weapon" rather than any other specific type of weapon is that although this thing looks like a knife, it can turn back the angle, even Stretching outwards—it just brushed the air around Gojo's waist, and rushed straight towards Dostoevsky who was sitting on the chair.

Gojo Wujo watched this development with cold eyes, and realized almost immediately: this seemingly inconceivable surprise attack method is a manifestation of someone's powerful supernatural ability.

The Hound has finally arrived.

There was no panic on Dostoevsky's face, he just sat there quietly.

Before the unstoppable "long knife" pierced his friend through, Gogol raised his hand slightly, just touching the bottom of the white cloak.

The alien blade flew into the air.

Under such circumstances, Gogol only had time to bow slightly and salute Gojo Satoru.He said, "I hope we can meet sooner next time, my Narcissus."

Then he wrapped his cloak and disappeared from the interior of the room with Dostoevsky.

Narcissus, fell in love with himself in the reflection, and finally turned into a boy of daffodils.

"Nikolai's ability is really strong."

Gojo Satoru didn't care about the hidden meaning in Gogol's words, but once again sighed sincerely.

However, he was thinking in his heart, what is the supernatural ability that Dostoevsky has never shown.

"Brothers Karamazov"? "idiot"?Or "crime and punishment"?

Either way sounds a little bad.

But if you think about it carefully, it is mostly "crime and punishment".

Gojo Satoru recalled Dostoevsky's mental state, and compared it with Dazai Osamu who possessed the supernatural ability called "Disqualification in the World", and he probably came to this conclusion.

Insisting that the world is guilty, and punishing them--it certainly fits the title of this book very well.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help sighing: "It's so troublesome...the world is full of troubles."

As soon as the words fell, the door of the room, which was almost cut in half by the long knife, was completely turned into pieces of rubbish after a loud bang.

With the light sound of boots hitting the ground, a very eye-catching young man walked in.

He has chestnut hair, the part behind the ears is slightly longer than other places, and he is lying obediently on the collar of the dark green military police uniform.

Corresponding to the soft hair fluttering randomly, there are three plum-shaped petal decorations on the young man's left cheek.Unlike Gogol's abrupt scars on the skin, the black petals under the hound's eyes are more similar to tattoos.

In his gloved right hand he was gripping a long, thin, pointed knife.

Obviously, this military policeman is the powerful person with supernatural powers who pointed the sharp blade at Dostoevsky just now.

Among the five members of the hound team, the one with the most powerful fighting ability—Suehiro Tiechang, whose ability is called "Snow in the Plum" saw Gojo Satoru who was looking at him, but did not put the sword back into the sheath. Instead, he pointed it at the white-haired boy, opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you?"

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, and replied with a bit of mischief: "Why don't you come and guess?"

Su Guang Tie Chang's expressionless face seemed to be slightly stunned for a moment.Hearing this question, this straight-balled young man really started to guess on the spot: "Are you a member of 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man'?"

"No, to be precise, I just rejected their invitation just now." Gojo Satoru smiled