The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

A condition is a requirement to achieve a project or not to do something.

What Gojo Satoru said here obviously refers to the former situation.

Ayatsuji pedestrian lowered his eyelids, and said, "You really didn't care at all and just said your cards."

Wujo Satoru glanced at him: "Do you think this will be my weakness? As long as you are strong enough, there is no weakness in people."

"Maintaining a certain amount of negative emotions has become an instinct in my life. No matter what you do to me, it will not have any impact on this. But you can report this matter to the adults in the Supernatural Secret Service Section Get ready to sneak up and give it a try someday when I'm so happy."

Ayatsuji pedestrians heard what this person meant: "Sure enough, the 'condition' you mentioned refers to the precondition."

"You can only use your abilities when you are in a negative mood."

"For sure," Gojo Satoru didn't say that his conjecture was correct, nor did he say that it wasn't correct, but after a perfunctory response, he turned his head and looked at the warm yellow sun outside the window, "At least I'm not on it lie."

The boy said earnestly: "I hate telling lies about unnecessary things."

However, in the eyes of Ayatsuji pedestrians, the problem reflected in this incident is not this.When the two met for the first time, he once asked Gojo Satoru—"If you were also locked in a cage, what would you do?"

At that time, Gojo Satoru's answer was: "It is absolutely impossible for me to become a pet for people to watch."

"The clown," he commented, "Even if you don't intentionally cater to other people's thoughts, show a smile and do some funny things, you are destined to become him in the eyes of others."

"No matter what you think in your heart, whether you want to maintain an independent self, or don't care what other people think of you, it's okay. The way other people see you will affect you. No one can transcend it and become a constant existence. .”

Juvenile concluded: "In this view, all people are bound."

It is impossible for Ayatsuji pedestrians to know what Gojo Satoru and Gogol said.

Wujo knew this very well, however, when he brought up this topic, because of the similarity, the white-haired boy still inevitably remembered the man with a scratch on his left eyelid.

Gojo Satoru's mood plummeted for a moment, but soon returned to a fairly relaxed state.

He replied, "Yes, that is my opinion. But you don't think the same as I do, do you?"

"No." Ayatsuji pedestrian said.However, he did not deny the five issues, but the first sentence of the five: "This cannot be regarded as your point of view."

"You're too proud, Gojo Satoru." The boy's soft light golden bangs lay obediently on his forehead, "You just think that most people in the world are like that. It's a pity that in your own eyes, you are not considered one of the people in the world." a member of the

Gojo Satoru turned to look at him.The young man in black changed his sitting position and put his left hand on his chin before asking: "Is there any benefit for you to dissect me, Ayatsuji Kinto-kun?"

"They asked me to submit a report, so I have to see you clearly." Ayatsuji pedestrian replied.

Gojo Satoru sneered: "Don't say stupid things that even I don't want to believe. As long as you want to, just perfunctory them for a while, and you don't even need to move your head."

Only then did Ayatsuji Xingren express his true thoughts: "I'm suddenly a little interested in you."

Gojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction: "That's right! No one can be completely unattracted by me!"

He said it with all his heart.

After a weird two seconds of silence, Ayatsuji continued to talk about the topic just now: "Your positioning of yourself is very strange."

Gojo Satoru leaned back and stroked his thin bangs completely before replying calmly: "I think this is a very normal idea."

Ayatsuji pedestrians know Gojo Satoru doesn't like to be analyzed thoroughly.

—It is natural that no one would like to have a part of his own nature completely exposed in front of another.Not to mention, I am not very familiar with him yet.

But even so, Gojo Satoru's anger at this moment is also a state of sobriety.Unlike ordinary people's sharp emotions that suddenly burst out when they are provoked, his negative emotions are more like a bottomless deep sea than a towering hillside, smooth but dark.

Ayatsuji pedestrians understood what the second condition for Gojo Satoru to use his abilities was.

——First, make sure you are in a negative state.

——Second, this emotion must maintain a certain degree of stability, neither too high nor too low.

The only thing that is uncertain is whether the depth of emotion will cause the strength of his ability to use.

However, this kind of thing is not important in the current situation. Even if the two of them are not confronting each other at this time, Ayatsuji pedestrians don't value other people's abilities.

So, he continued with Wujo Wu's words: "Because of my own strength, do I completely ignore other people's lives?"

The boy blinked his beautiful blue eyes, and asked with a smile: "——what do you think? What kind of person am I? Except for being strong?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian picked up the girl doll in his hand and placed her on the wooden table.The detective never took his eyes off Wujo's face, and kept staring closely at the powerful boy in front of him: "I used to think you were similar to a doll."

For Ayatsuji pedestrians, this is already a high evaluation of others.But Gojo Satoru just responded hastily twice, tapping lightly on the table with his fingers: "So, now?"

Ayatsuji put on a serious face and said a radio wave answer: "Alien creatures. According to you, it should be an alien cat."

Gojo Satoru almost spit out the water from his mouth, he covered his mouth and said in astonishment: "What kind of answer is this?!"

"Those who think they are powerful will subconsciously build a pyramid in their hearts." Although Ayatsuji pedestrian understood the joke in his last sentence, he didn't want to laugh at all, still with a cold expression, "I am in the pyramid It is common sense that the weaker people are at the bottom, and the weaker people are close to you."

"That's right." Gojo Satoru agreed, "For example, those old stubborn people in the Supernatural Secret Service and the government."

"So you are not their kind," Ayatsuji pedestrian said immediately after he finished speaking, "You have separated yourself from the human class society, which is a very arrogant and very embarrassing It's a practice that ordinary people can't understand."

"You clearly understand other people's thoughts, but you can't understand them with empathy," the young man looked at the pure white doll in front of him, his eyes were even gentle, "That's why I used to think that you are similar to dolls—similar to human beings, But it’s not really human after all.”

Ayatsuji pedestrian talked uncharacteristically a lot.After all, he is also a detective, after all, and has a natural curiosity about solving puzzles.

And the Gojo Satoru in front of him is a new type of riddle, completely different from those stupid guys in the past:

"However," he said, "dolls are in order. The head is the head, the eyeballs are the eyeballs, and the ball joints are ball joints. They must be assembled in a certain order, otherwise the result is not a doll. It's a patchwork of limbs that doesn't make any sense."

"You are completely different from a doll," commented Ayatsuji. "Humans can't understand how cats behave, just like cats can't understand humans."

"Gojo Satoru, you are more like an indescribable mass of objects that haven't realized that you have no shape, and you don't realize how abrupt your existence is among the crowd."

"It's amazing that cats have been walking upright like humans."

Saying this, Ayatsuji pedestrian's tone is still like a lake covered by thick ice, and it is impossible for people to see half of the waves.

Gojo Satoru should have been angry.He should feel insulted, or offended.

However, what filled the boy's heart at this moment was an unprecedented emotion.

Ah, that's it.He thought calmly, as calmly as a person who resolutely begged for death was submerged in the icy river.The sense of disobedience that I sometimes felt in the past ten years or so is actually the reason for this.

He thought of the slowly rising transparent bubbles in the wave soda bottle, which would eventually shatter dreamlike in the air between the liquid surface and the bottle mouth, meaningless but so eye-catching, and even a little wonderful.

This is the mood of Gojo Satoru at this moment.

"After cutting open the sealed coconut shell, it feels like drinking the coconut juice inside in one gulp," Gojo Satoru recalled a metaphor and said it out, "It's really good, I like you, Ayatsuji. "

Ayatsuji pedestrians hugged the puppet named "Misaki Naruto" back into his arms, and stabbed it back lightly: "Don't use such ambiguous terms, Gojo," he trembled his eyelashes, "This It's just a piece of analysis out of my personal hobby."

Gojo Satoru propped his chin, with a rare gentle expression on his face: "Then will you write this analysis into a report and submit it?"

"I also want to live a life where people are not so shackled," Ayatsuji pedestrian replied, "Your views have a natural resistance to power, and the people above will not like this."

The implication is that he will not hand over this very impolite analysis of Wutiao to the agents of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

When Wujo Satoru heard this answer, his expression was obviously happier than before.He raised one leg, and happily repeated his own words: "Now I'm really starting to like you."