The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

But before that, there are two very serious questions.

First, although it was agreed to go to the dessert shop, it was on a mountain, and the two of them didn't have a car; second, even if they had a car, the two minors didn't have a driver's license to drive it.

Gojo Satoru stood [-] centimeters away from the pedestrians of Ayatsuji, and declared with a serious face: "This is over."

"I'm going to die without imported French muffins." The boy's expression was completely different from the seriousness of his words, "After Dazai smashed the muffins on purpose last time, I haven't been able to find a chance to buy another one. .”

He completely ignored that the dessert itself belonged to Osamu Dazai, dragged his voice in front of his partner, and complained confidently: "Ayatsuji-kun—I'm going to die without dessert——"

However, Ayatsuji pedestrians still stood firmly on the spot. They didn't have any sincere coquettishness towards Gojo Satoru. It can be said that they had no feelings in their hearts: "I don't have to eat dessert, it doesn't matter."

The implication is to let Gojo Satoru solve this problem by himself.

The white-haired and blue-eyed boy humbly asked for advice: "Ayatsuji, if I tell the agents who are watching us that I want to take you to eat dessert, will I be shot to death?"

"Only a real idiot would ask such a question," the blond boy glanced at the startled guy, and said something distant and sharp, "You're using that thing on your neck as a beautiful ornament ?"

Gojo Gojo laughed, half sarcasm and half indifferent: "Thank you so much, at least you also praised that I look good."

On the surface, Gojo didn't care about Ayatsuji pedestrian's teasing, but after saying this, he took a step forward and lifted the boy up like a cat by the back of the neck.

The newcomer to the Supernatural Secret Service Division didn't care at all what troubles his actions would cause to those who watched him-after all, what Ito said was only "monitoring Ayatsuji pedestrians", didn't he?As a 16-year-old ordinary citizen who is ordinary except for his combat ability, it is very normal for him not to understand what he said.

Taking this into consideration, Gojo Satoru took a few steps towards the cliff very blatantly, pulled the back collar of Ayatsuji's white shirt that fit him very well, and jumped off directly as if trying to commit suicide.

The scenery swept over them as if they were traveling through a tunnel at high speed, and the strong wind brought by the cliff jump also messed up the two people's hair of opposite colors.Gojo Satoru didn't care whether Ayatsuji pedestrians could hear what he said in this situation, and after laughing a few times with great interest, he asked him: "I don't know that the Supernatural Secret Service Division doesn't know that I haven't killed anyone. ?"

As soon as the words fell, the two suddenly hung in the air about one meter above the ground, and slowly fell to the ground.

Gojo Satoru let go of Ayatsuji's hand, glanced to the side, and found that the male body that was still here just now had disappeared, and it was probably cleaned up by the people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

"You don't have to kill people to cause 'accidental death'," Ayatsuji pedestrians just replied indifferently. He didn't feel much about Wutiao's sudden actions, and he didn't react too aggressively on the surface. "You think you are helping the port gangsters When the party captures other organizations, is it considered an accomplice to the murderer?"

"I see." Gojo Satoru finally understood that he was indeed being threatened by "Another" now.

However, he still bent his eyes, and his attitude towards Ayatsuji pedestrians did not change at all, as if he was not afraid of the power of "accidental death" at all: "Sure enough, all kinds of supernatural powers are very powerful. For example, Ayatsuji Your ability is a weapon of causality that doesn't make sense at all."

Can Gojo Satoru fight against "accidental death"?He is not afraid of car accidents, falling off cliffs, or rushing rivers, and even a nuclear bomb that can destroy a city has nothing to do with the infinite spells around him.

But what about the diseases that occur in your own body?

No one knew the answer, but the Supernatural Secret Service Division, who didn't know Gojo Satoshi's ability, seemed to think that it was feasible for the two to restrain each other.

Ayatsuji pedestrian let out a short sneer, but because of his usual cold style, he showed an even more irritating sarcasm: "I don't think you are qualified to say such a thing."

A person who is no match for the Hong Kong and Black Gravity Envoy will at least hang up with the hound.And people who can be registered in the special departments of the military and police have the face to say "other people's supernatural abilities are terrible".

"The adults above really chose a good time," Wujo Satoru commented to the Supernatural Secret Service Division with a very subtle emotion, "I will indeed still be affected by 'accidental death'."

"As long as they give the order, I will be easily killed by you." The young man turned his head, and for the first time, his eyes were like the sea, revealing the dark part of it that the sun can't reach.

But after evaluating this sentence, Gojo Satoru returned to his usual frivolous and hearty state.He stretched out his hand again, but this time he didn't use the rude attitude before, but chose to hold his partner's hand, and continued to jump down from the mountainside.

Compared with the agents of the Supernatural Secret Service who are in a panic, these two people can be said to be more leisurely and wild than the other.

Although Ayatsuji Xingren always looks like a stranger, he seems to be well-behaved, but in fact he has done countless troublesome things-and, Ayatsuji's clever head can make him understand the consequences of the incident. It happened to be controlled above the bottom line of the Ability Special Service Section.But now, beside this person came Wutiaowu, who fears that the world will not be chaotic.

Gojo Satoru is also very smart, but he just went to Yokohama to buy two cakes, and he couldn't go wrong in all aspects.Of course, this will cause the above to become thorny in their evaluation of themselves, but it's just that the small things that will be discovered sooner or later will be exposed in advance. Who cares about this?

No one told him that he couldn't take Ayatsuji pedestrians to eat after the mission.

Soon, the figures of the two disappeared into the woods.

The full-speed drive from Yokohama to this mountain took three to ten minutes, and Gojo Satoru took Ayatsuji Pedestrian and added his spells, and it only took about a quarter of an hour to go back.

The place where Gojo Satoru arrived was a dessert shop in Yokohama, which is very famous for wagashi.

Ayatsuji pedestrian walked beside him, glanced at the somewhat crowded store with cold eyes, and then said in that frosty tone: "You really have a lot to do."

Although he was telling the truth, because of this special way of expression, it is always very easy to feel that he has been provoked, and he can't help but get angry.

"No," Gojo Satoru denied, pulling the sleeve of Ayatsuji pedestrian who was not hugging the doll, and lined up at the end of the line, "I'm mainly here to buy pancakes."

However, Ayatsuji directly pointed at him mercilessly: "The muffins here are not so-called French imports."

"Then buy a cake," the white-haired boy squinted one eye and replied nonchalantly, "as long as there is no dessert to eat."

"Speaking of cakes—" Gojo Satoru suddenly realized something, and asked a question to Ayatsuji pedestrians, "You should have a GPS on you?"

A normal person might not be able to help complaining about "what's the relationship between cake and GPS", but Ayatsuji is the type who is full of ridicule ability and lacks the ability to complain, so he just nodded and confirmed Wujo's idea: "No wrong."

At this time, it happened to be the turn of two people to order.Gojo Satoru looked up at the various desserts in the cake cabinet next to him, and lazily said to the waiter: "Miss, please have a strawberry cake and a matcha cake."

Then, without looking back, he asked, "What do you want?"

Ayatsuji Xingren fiddled with the girl doll in his hand, and replied impatiently: "Anything is fine."

Gojo Satoru is not a polite person either. Since his partner said "anything is fine", he added "anything is fine" at will: "Then have another matcha cake."

After the confirmation, the two turned around and walked to the waiting area.

Ayatsuji Xingren and Wujo Satoru are also very eye-catching in this store.Regardless of the really good looks, the temperament of the two people is different from most other people, and they can easily stand out from the crowd.

The young man known as the "Murder Detective" has exquisite eyebrows and eyes, like the young master of a big family, but his expression is extremely cold, and his eyes are hidden behind those transparent sunglasses, giving him an inexplicably mysterious demeanor ; and Gojo Satoru, although there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, he looks much more friendly, but his slightly raised eyebrows are both rebellious and unruly.

Such an excellent two were chatting about a very naive topic in a low voice: "Sendai's Kikufu is much more delicious than Western-style cakes. If it weren't for the fact that they don't sell them here, I would definitely order one."

Ayatsuji Xingren has fully realized that this person is always on the go, even if it is dessert, he can cause so many troubles: "But there are pancakes here."

"I don't want to eat muffins anymore," Gojo Satoru didn't find any other reasons this time, but he was still as confident as he was not wrong at all, "I want to eat Kikufu, red bean paste or cream flavor is fine."

"In the final analysis, the reason why I haven't been able to eat muffins for so long, and finally dragged away my enthusiasm for muffins, is still to be blamed on Dazai." The boy bit his lip and began to push the pan skillfully, "If It’s not because of him, how could I be so busy every day, I must have secretly complained to Mori Ogai behind my back, and asked my former boss to wear small shoes for me.”

How shameless.Those who can plausibly say such things and pour dirty water on their former colleagues without the slightest hesitation are really too shameless.

Ayatsuji Xingren chose to lower his head and play with the girl named Misaki Naruto in his hand, instead of talking to the idiot who kept yelling by his side.

"Oh," Gojo Satoru sighed long and long, and frowned like a melancholy young man who has been hurt by love, "Ayatsuji, although you are also a detective, you are really better than Ranpo. Much more indifferent."

"Although the new version of Sherlock Holmes seems to have caused a lot of misunderstandings to the world, it's better to be a detective with a higher EQ. After all, this is a profession that often has to deal with other people," the young man put his finger on his chin and said softly, " Ranpo has done a good job in this regard, and the police officers in Yokohama respect him very much."

"Gojo Satoru," Ayatsuji pedestrian raised his head, looked at this young man whose life seemed meaningless if he didn't provoke others, with eyes that were as hot as slowly flowing magma, but also too indifferent, "You don't have to do this. "

Gojo Satoru smiled nonchalantly, and replied, "Don't you think it's very interesting? Just say something annoying, and you can see other people's furious and embarrassed faces."

"This kind of behavior doesn't make any sense." Gojo heard Ayatsuji pedestrians answer this way.

The boy said "Oh": "You really are a boring guy."

He didn't know whether he made a comment sincerely or falsely, and took two steps forward to pick up the packaged desserts, and turned around with Ayatsuji pedestrians and walked towards a guest table that was just opposite to the door.

A black-haired boy in a brown detective suit with a crooked bow tie twisted on the collar of his shirt was sitting there, looking at the two people walking towards him.

Edogawa Ranpo glanced at Gojo Satoru with a relaxed expression, then glanced at Ayatsuji Xingren who was still looking down at the doll in his hand, and said in a bad tone: "Your partner is not bad. Is it really a quick, month-to-month partnership?"

Gojo Satoru smiled, and put the bag in his hand in front of the detective: "Your strawberry cake."

Edogawa Ranpo looked even angrier: "Do you want Ranpo-sama to forgive you completely just for a piece of strawberry cake?"

"Good idea!" The blue-eyed boy puffed up his cheeks, like an angry squirrel wagging its furry tail, and announced loudly, "There is no January, no, don't let me ignore you for dessert in February The bastard!"

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

As if he didn't feel that he was being targeted secretly, Ayatsuji pedestrian sat down diagonally opposite Edogawa Ranpo.

After the detective gave him a threatening look, he turned his attention back to the real culprit and ordered, "Give me your matcha cake, too!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-1609:42:04~2020-06-1717:57:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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