The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

First of all, Nakahara is also a good employee who loves his job; secondly, Mori Ogai is a typical unscrupulous boss who is enthusiastic about caring for social animals.

To sum up, today Nakahara Chuya was ordered to remember to bring a cake to Alice after completing the task.

Of course, Zhongyuan Zhong also has no complaints about this.

——His current anger is completely caused by Gojo Satoru, a bastard with a brain problem.

Gritting his teeth, the young man controlled his supernatural powers and threw the cake into the trash can—this was in sharp contrast to Gojo Satoru's low quality—then walked in front of him with murderous steps.

Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, and asked with his innocent face and an overly beating tone: "What's wrong, Chuya? There's still some cream on your face?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't say a word, just raised his hand, and slapped Wutiaowu's dog's head with a slap.

Of course Gojo Satoru didn't want to suffer this for nothing, so he immediately exerted the restraint on his own head.However, Zhong Yuanzhong also expected this, and he also used his supernatural ability at the same time, and finally managed to hit him on the forehead.

It's a bit heavy, but it's nothing to Gojo Satoru.

The white-haired boy covered his face, looked at Zhongya Zhongyuan who looked a little helpless in front of him, with a bit of surprise in his eyes, and said: "Zhongye, your attitude is not right, why are you so gentle to me all of a sudden? Haven't you always been arrogant?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was almost slapped again.

After Wujo Satoru said this, he quickly realized the reason why the boy was so tolerant towards him. ——To be more precise, there are so many things that happened from yesterday to today that he accidentally put this matter behind him.

Mori Ogai seemed to have said something to Nakahara Naka on the day Gojo Satoru saw him for the second time.

Nakahara Chuya and Gojo Satoru are both super powers who can suppress one side with their own power. If they are always sent to deal with a task, the gain will not be worth the loss.Therefore, Gojo Satoru met Dazai Osamu more often than he went on missions with Nakahara Chuya in those few months, and he didn't get angry with him a few times—

It wasn't until now that he clearly realized that something was wrong.

Gojo Satoru quickly made up his mind. Facing Nakahara Chuya, he asked the question calmly: "Did Mori Ogai say something unnecessary to you?"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to deny: "What can the leader tell me about you..."

The white-haired boy narrowed his eyes, and said "oh" unhurriedly. Combining the information that Ayatsuji pedestrians told him just now, he probably already deduced the reason for Nakahara Chuya's tolerant attitude.

——I didn’t expect God to help me. It seems that I am the son of destiny in the legend.Gojo Satoru thought so in awe.

On the side of Zhongyuan Zhongye, he recalled what his leader said to him:

"Gojo Satoru is most likely also an artificial experimental subject like you."

He is not an overly close existence like a brother, but he cannot be treated as an ordinary former colleague.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also very clear that his advantage is emphasizing friendship - the standard mafia is like this, but at the same time, this is also a very obvious shortcoming.Even before confirming the truth of the fact that "Gojo Satoru had been subjected to human experiments", he had already developed many complicated feelings about him.

Even during the few months when Wutiao was working for Hong Kong gangsters and clearing obstacles, he saw Zhongye Zhongye too few times, and there was a reason why Chu Fa young man deliberately avoided it.

However, most of them are still seen through by this guy.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed.

The young man was right, Gojo Satoru had indeed guessed the reason why he had such a delicate stance towards him.However, he was neither embarrassed nor overreacted.

Gojo Satoru was just rejoicing that the plan went so smoothly, but at the same time he thought about the purpose of Mori Ogai telling Chuya Chuya about this.

Earlier, Gojo told Osamu Dazai that he would not join the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and he was not interested in the five declines of heaven and man-under such circumstances, just like what Dazai said to him last night, Wujo Satoru would not continue to stay In the port mafia, it is a choice to stick to one's "celibacy".

Therefore, Mori Ogai felt that it was okay to tell Zhongyuan Zhong this prediction?

After all, this is also a good opportunity to build a good relationship between the two parties.

Gojo Satoru finally understood what Mori Ogai was planning at the time after he knew about it for a full quarter in the Central Plains.

However, no one could have imagined that Gojo Satoru would choose the Supernatural Secret Service Division in the end.Mori Ogai's move can be regarded as lifting a rock and hitting his own foot. It's really a bit of a shame, and he will probably be laughed at by Osamu Dazai behind his back.

Although Gotjo's reaction is still quick, it's not as exaggerated as those three men who took the script.Just like what he said to Ayatsuji pedestrians and Edogawa Ranpo before, "Don't think that everyone's brains are as smart as yours."It can only be said that things have developed to the present situation, and there are many elements of accidental collision.

Gojo Satoru glanced back at Edogawa Ranpo, just in time to see him stuffing matcha cake into his mouth.

However, he thought, maybe Luanbu knew this.

The white-haired boy has a fairly high degree of trust in his former partner based on his strong ability.

Gojo Satoru was much taller than Nakahara's, and he only took two steps to shorten the distance between them to an almost uncomfortable level.

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and was about to take a step back and move the appropriate social distance again.

At the same time, Gojo Satoru raised the corner of his mouth, and grabbed his left hand wearing a black leather glove.Unlike the tense fingers intertwined when they first met, this time the two of them just shook hands in an ordinary way, but the atmosphere seemed much warmer.

The white-haired boy stared at Nakahara Chuya's cheek, stretched out his other arm, and stroked the side of his face.

The reserve cadre of the mafia avoided it awkwardly, and asked with almost astonishment in his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru put his fingertips back on it with lightning speed, and replied plausibly: "Help you wipe off the cream that you accidentally got on just now. Sometimes my abilities are surprisingly useful in these aspects. .”

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard this answer, his throat choked up, and he was about to say "My supernatural ability can also do it, no need", but the warm skin had already touched his cheek.

But Wutiao didn't seem to notice the other party's widening eyes, and after lightly sticking to Zhong Yuan's skin, they separated without any nostalgia.

With a wave of his hand, the boy threw the small pile of cream into the trash can.

I don't know if it was intentional, but he poked his head out, carefully observed Nakahara Nakaya's clean hair for a while, and then commented with enthusiasm: "Perfect!"

Gojo Satoru patted his hands, blinked at him with those sky blue eyes that were a little lighter than Zhongyuan, and demanded righteously: "Since I have helped you deal with the follow-up troubles, you Forgive me for what I did just now, Chuya."

Nakahara Chuya's face slowly turned red like a river prawn in a steamer.He spread his legs rather angrily, and kicked Wujou's thigh muscle with one kick—of course, because he forgot to use his supernatural power, he was naturally blocked by the opponent's restraint.

Nakahara Chuya almost jumped up just like that, and wanted to fight Gojo Satoru on the spot.However, he still maintained a trace of sobriety, and vaguely remembered that this was not the territory of the port mafia, but an ordinary dessert shop.

So the young man just gave Wutiao a bitter look, and cursed angrily, "Are you sick?!"

After finishing speaking, he scooped up the desserts for the leader and Alice, and ran out of the shop like a sheep being chased by wolves.

Gojo Satoru couldn't hold back—no, he didn't intend to hold back at all—he laughed out loud like that.

When he finished laughing and turned around, he saw the two detectives behind him looking at him with the same complicated eyes.

Edogawa Ranpo used a very delicate tone, and accurately repeated what Nakahara Chuya said just now: "Gojo, you must be sick."

Gojo Satoru put both hands into the pockets of his upper coat, walked unsteadily to the table occupied by two people, and sat back on the chair without any shame.

The boy laughed twice, and replied with some joy: "Because Zhong is also very cute."

Edogawa Ranpo was too lazy to listen to his excuses that were not even an excuse, so he grabbed the paper bag containing the last cake and stood up, warning Gojo Satoru arrogantly: "Remember to send a few cakes to the detective agency every day." Come over for dessert."

After saying this, the first detective in Yokohama said that he had seen enough jokes and left without looking back.

In the store, because of the skills that Nakahara Chuya and Gojo Satoru showed just now, there are only a pair of freshly released partners from the Special Ability and Secret Service Division left.

Ayatsuji Pedestrian quietly looked at the young man in front of him who ate the cake carelessly, and asked, "Since you are unhappy and there is no need to hide your feelings, why are you still laughing?"

Gojo Satoru looked at him in surprise.

Edogawa Ranpo is a typical genius who is still in the process of growing up. He knows other people's unhappy emotions, but he doesn't understand why they are unhappy; Ranpo knows that what he does will easily anger others, but the same , His talent can also make these small shortcomings not worth mentioning.

However, because of his life of being monitored since he was a child, Ayatsuji pedestrians are more sensitive in detecting people's events.Perhaps, his mind is not as good as Edogawa's, but his clear insight into human nature can easily make up for this gap.

That's why he asked this question - Ayatsuji Xingren discovered that no matter what Gojo Satoru was doing, there was always an imperceptible shadow behind his smile.

Gojo Satoru, who had been completely seen through, laughed a couple more times in a nonchalant and light manner.

The boy replied slowly: "I'm not unhappy, it's just a 'condition'."