The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Gojo Satoru blinked, took out one of the matcha cakes in the bag, and put it in the paper bag of Edogawa Ranpo.

The detective, who looked much younger than his real age, barely opened one eye, and took a look at the white-haired boy in front of him.

He moaned and complained: "You even need a detective, I wake up in the middle of the night to pick you up... In the past, the only one who had such a big face was the president!"

Gojo Satoru glanced at the last matcha cake left in the paper pocket, and absently replied: "Thank you——I will cover the dessert expenses for Ranpo for the next two months."

However, what he was thinking in his heart was, what reason should he use to eat this piece of cake that should belong to Ayatsuji pedestrian later.

Edogawa Ranpo saw at a glance that Gojo Satoru was distracted, and immediately rolled his eyes 180 degrees at him, not bothering to pay any attention to this guy who has no sincerity.The world's number one detective supported his left cheek, and turned his head to look at the only other detective in the dessert shop at this moment.

"Murder Detective" Ayatsuji pedestrian.

Ayatsuji felt the eyes of Edogawa Ranbu, and finally ended his attitude of being irrelevant all the time, and looked back at the past with his head raised.

The eyes of the black-haired detective are like the purest jadeite, shining extremely calmly under the warm lights of the dessert shop, dotted with stars on his typical beautiful Asian face, like crystal white fine salt sprinkles When it fell down, it hurt people's eyes a little.

He snorted again from his nasal cavity, and commented somewhat awkwardly: "Although you are not bad, you are still not as good as Lord Ranpo, because I am the number one detective in the world!"

Ayatsuji Xingren had only cooperated with this delicate and willful detective once before, so he naturally knew the other party's ability.Besides, because of his surveillance life since he was a child and his insight into human nature early on, he didn't have the heart to compete with others for the title of the so-called "number one detective".

So the blond-haired teenager just sat there motionless and chose to answer another topic: "I don't need to eat matcha cake."

Hearing this answer, Gojo Satoru widened his eyes.

He couldn't help but patted the table hard, and complained in disbelief: "Ayatsuji, I'm your partner, right?! Why do you share your dear partner's cake with strangers!"

Edogawa Ranpo, however, proudly put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! Wujo, you are still far behind!"

After the detective finished laughing, he continued to add: "Besides, the desserts for the next two months are all yours, but now it's just a piece of matcha cake. Wutiao is really stingy."

Ayatsuji Xingren didn't turn his head back, but he still replied to Gojo and a half's complaints with a coquettish attitude: "You bought this cake for me in the first place, right? Of course I have the right to dispose of it."

Gojo Satoru almost burst into tears when he heard the answer that the two people had no friendship at all.He covered his face on the spot, and there was a fake sob in his voice: "But no matter what, it's my money..."

Edogawa raised his hand randomly, and patted his dog's head pityingly: "Who told you to always abandon your partner? Look, isn't this a retribution?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian moved his chair a little, expressing his attitude of preparing to watch the fire from the other side.

Gojo Satoru also imitated Edogawa Ranpo's angry look, bit his mouth and puffed up his cheeks: "What kind of partner, if I do something excessive, it will be fine if Ayatsuji doesn't kill me directly."

Edogawa Ranpo withdrew the hand that was stroking his former partner's dog's head, grabbed the brown paper bag in front of him, and dragged it to his side: "I don't want to take care of your business. Anyway, the three cakes are now Ranpo My lord is mine, no matter whether you protest or not, the appeal will be invalid."

However, after hearing his words, Gojo Satoru just sighed in a low voice, and soon regained his strength, and launched a verbal attack on Edogawa Ranpo: "It doesn't matter, Western-style desserts are not as good as those in Kyoto Eat, I don't even bother to eat this kind of thing."

Ayatsuji pedestrians recalled just now when Gojo Satoru couldn't move his eyes from the matcha cake, and couldn't help but type a series of ellipses in his heart.

"No nonsense!" When it comes to desserts, Edogawa Ranpo has to take it seriously.He widened his Danfeng eyes with upturned tails, and hastily retorted, "At least the strawberry cake must be better than Xi Jiufu!"

After Gojo Satoru realized that this topic might cause a quarrel between the two, he was silent for a while.He looked at the angry detective in front of him, and decided to abandon his companion spirit, and blamed his current partner Ayatsuji Xingren: "Ayatsuji said his favorite is muffins."

Two detectives with top minds in the world, and a young man with the pinnacle of military strength, got into an argument in an ordinary dessert shop in Yokohama because of whether Western-style desserts are better or Kyoto dim sum.

——To be precise, the person who quarreled still wanted to get rid of Ayatsuji Xingto, after all, he was not as childish as the other two.

After a while, the store gradually emptied, leaving only people in twos and threes sitting at the table.

At this time, the few people stopped anyway, and finally began to discuss topics that were more serious than before.

Edogawa waved the fork in his hand randomly.He asked frankly, "Does the Supernatural Secret Service have what you want?"

After Gojo Satoru glanced at the bored Ayatsuji Pedestrian, he slowly answered the question: "I have only been in for less than a day, so how could I know so clearly. Are you asking too much, Ranpo? a little?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian raised his head and interjected: "They all thought that you were the same type as the Zhongyuan Zhong of the Port Mafia."

Gojo Satoru remembered the name of the power that Zhongyuan had told him before: "...in the filthy sorrow? Is there any restraint device?"

"It can be said that, or it can be said that it has little to do with it," Ayatsuji revealed the secret without hesitation, "Zhongyuan Zhong is also an artificial experimental subject, born in the 'Aragami' on Raibo Street."

"Although his abilities are indeed highly similar to supernatural abilities, they are still slightly different in essence—this is similar to the characteristics of your power fluctuations that erupt in the same place."

Gojo Satoru heard this speculation, but it was useless to think for half a second, so he directly denied it: "Impossible, my ability cannot be a supernatural ability, even if it is similar, there is no possibility. A bunch of idiots—they haven't figured out what even Dostoevsky knew?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians agreed with the description of an idiot.He nodded his head, but only said: "The only thing that is certain is that they must have complete monitoring data, but it is absolutely impossible for you to see it."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, as if thinking about something.

In the end, he lowered his eyelids, and said a little depressed: "Then there is no way, I didn't want to have another so-called 'similar'."

Edogawa Ranbu crossed his fingers. Hearing Gojo's words, he looked at him with some distaste: "You are too decisive. Did you plan to do this a long time ago?"

Gojo Satoru raised his hands, and showed a posture of surrender in the sharp eyes of the two detectives, and replied with a bit of aggrieved expression: "I really made a temporary decision. Don't always judge yourself and others, think that the brains of all people in the world They are as good as your own, okay?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian turned his head away, expressing that he had no objection to this plan.And Edogawa Ranpo, the young man who likes to protect his weaknesses the most, thought for a few seconds, and felt that it would be more reliable to use the members of the hostile organization than to stagnate Gojo Satoru's exploration--besides, things will probably not end in the end What a bad and serious result it caused to the Central Plains.

With the acquiescence of the two highly intelligent people, Gojo Satoru looked even more energetic.

He called the waiter over and happily ordered two more matcha cakes.

Not long after, the light green dessert was brought to the table in front of several people.

Gojo Satoru stretched out both hands, ready to pull all the cakes to his side.However, Ayatsuji Xingren pressed five of them with his somewhat cold fingers, and said, "One is mine."

The white-haired boy opened his mouth and asked like a string of transparent bubble fish, "Didn't you just say that you don't eat matcha cake?"

Ayatsuji Xingren explained his actions just now in four words: "A plan to slow down the troops."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru cursed angrily: "Yyatsuji, you are shameless!" He didn't let go of the hand held by Ayatsuji, but still tried to pull it to his side, "I don't want to If you eat it, don’t eat it, it’s my money!”

Ayatsuji pedestrians choked back without losing face: "Didn't you also want to order a muffin before? I was forced to accompany you to this cake shop to eat desserts, and I also sent information for free, and gave me a reward It's normal too."

In fact, Gojo Satoru's strength is naturally much stronger than that of Ayatsuji Xingren.It's really difficult to control the point of force while ensuring that the plate holding the cake can be pulled over.

Gojo Satoru said aggrievedly, "You shouldn't have this kind of character, Ayatsuji."

"You have no right to say such things," Ayatsuji pedestrian said coldly, "I just intend to stop your plan this time."

He turned his face to the side, just in time to reveal a young man with Chufa earnestly ordering the order behind him.

Edogawa Ranpo also frowned, agreeing: "Gojo, your character is too bad."

Gojo Satoru just kicked his legs, fell down on the seat and rolled over: "No! It's obviously super interesting to do this, don't you want to see his expression after being hit?"

After saying this, he finally managed to grab the extra cake and put it in his hands.

The boy who made one suspect that his mental age was only three years old burst out laughing, and shouted loudly at Zhongyuan Zhongya who was opposite him: "Zhongye, here, here!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Zhong Yuan turned around suspiciously, only to see a lumpy object hitting his face.

His reaction was very timely, and he immediately turned his head to the side, preparing to avoid this unnamed thing.However, even so, the matcha cake brushed against his right cheek, leaving a trace of cream on the skin and hair tail, because Nakahara Chuya's supernatural power stopped in mid-air.

The boy blinked his blue eyes, and looked at Gojo Satoru's table with a confused face.

So, he heard a series of laughter that was rampant to the extreme, and also brought a line of ridicule that made people unable to bear the anger: "FirstBlood! Congratulations, Mr. Zhongya!"

Nakahara Chuya's forehead jumped wildly, living up to expectations.He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down a bit. Regardless of the frightened clerk behind him, he roared at Gojo Satoru who was sitting on the chair with a smile on his face:

"How can you be so unqualified!"

Gojo Satoru replied with surprise on his face: "You know me too well, Chuya."

After finishing speaking, he proudly gave an example: "After all, I told a grassroots member before, 'If you don't listen to me, I will slap you directly'!"

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