The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

A few weeks later, a certain office.

Supervising the pedestrians of Ayatsuji is a relatively easy job for Gojo Satoru, at least much more comfortable than when he was in the port mafia.

After all, on the surface, he was monitoring Ayatsuji Xingren, but in fact, the two were under the surveillance of special agents belonging to the Supernatural Secret Service while restraining each other.

Powerful, somewhat clever, but really just clever, this is the impression Gojo Satoru wants to leave on the Supernatural Secret Service.

People with supernatural abilities but not much brains, who are still self-reliant, are the newcomers who are easy to control.

Ayatsuji Pedestrian sat on a chair, flipped through a few newspapers that were several months old in front of him, and threw them aside with a bored look on his face: "You plan to take away both the Supernatural Secret Service and the Port Mafia one more time?"

"That's right," Gojo Satoru looked absently at the matryoshka-style tumbler on the table—he bought it and insisted on putting it on Ayatsuji's desk, "I thought I was eating dessert with Ranpo By the time you do, you will have fully understood."

Gojo Satoru really didn't have the qualifications to obtain the information from the Supernatural Secret Service Division.However, this is only the premise that the other party took the initiative to hand it over to Wujo.

Although Gojo Satoru's usual battles are very powerful, but in fact, this guy's ability is indeed more suitable for sneaking in - therefore, he intends to find out which file room related to himself is stored, and sneak in directly. So memorize them on the spot.

However, what the Ability Secret Service Section collected was basically only rigid analysis reports, and the direction of speculation was completely wrong.

As Ayatsuji pedestrian said, Gojo Satoru just staying here is not enough.

Seeing the benefits of the more loose guards recently, Ayatsuji rarely reminded Gojo Satoru: "Vongola Wushou is a cunning person."

"Ah—it's annoying," Wutiao raised his head and complained directly when he heard this, "Forget about Vongola's fog guard, this feeling of being completely seen through the plan is really annoying, really troublesome, really annoying. dislike!"

The young man complained angrily: "Since you can see through Ayatsuji at a glance, you can't hide it from Dazai. I have to think of a good way."

He was lying sideways on the chair, his legs stretched out towards one armrest, but his head was propped on the other armrest.Gojo Satoru thought about it for a while, and finally pulled out an unobtrusive man from his memory: "How about using kindness as a threat?"

"..." Ayatsuji pedestrian glanced at him and said coldly, "It has nothing to do with me, this is your own plan."

"Wow!" Gojo Satoru yelled, as if he had suffered a serious injury, "Ayatsuji, we are partners now! There is no distinction between the two, and there is a mutual understanding. This is a normal partnership, right? "

Ayatsuji Xingren turned his eyes sideways, and then glanced at the newspaper on his desk: "You first fulfill this premise before asking me."

"This newspaper is for you," the boy pointed to the ink paper he had thrown aside just now, and said, "It contains news that Pengelie sent someone to contact the port mafia a few months ago."

Gojo Satoru, with his long hands and feet, touched the newspaper as soon as he stretched out his hand.He held the fluffy paper in front of himself, just glanced at it, and exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Isn't this a gossip newspaper? Ayatsuji, hello, what are you doing!"

Ayatsuji pedestrian twitched his eyebrows: "What is that? Be careful when you speak."

It's a pity that Gojo has long forgotten the slander he just said, completely ignored Ayatsuji's questioning, and instead began to read the newspaper seriously.

The headline featured an ordinary-looking man, and the content of the report was ordinary--probably the old sayings about mafia firefights and fighting with weapons.

Gojo Satoru blinked, pointed to the blurry photo and asked, "Is this Vongola's Wushou?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians gave a "hmm", and Quan regarded it as his own agreement: "A few months ago, Peng Lie sent one of his family's guardians to negotiate with the port mafia, but not many people knew about it. .”

Gojo Satoru dragged his voice: "Oh——I understand."

He didn't say what he understood, just swayed his legs and smiled at his partner.

After hearing this answer, Ayatsuji raised his head, looked at the wall clock on the office wall, and drove away mercilessly: "It's time for you to get off work."

Gojo Satoru didn't bother, and stood up after patting his sleeves. He even folded the newspaper and stuffed it into his coat pocket: "It just so happens that I have something to do, so I'll go first."

After he finished speaking, he stepped straight out of the office, and closed the door behind him.

The noisy guy left, and the room returned to a state of silence.

Ayatsuji Xingren sat where he was, in the quiet office where no one was there, with one corner of his mouth slightly raised.

Oda Sakunosuke saw the familiar figure from the back when he was shopping for daily necessities in the supermarket.

After standing there for a while, he took the initiative to take two steps up and patted the white-haired boy on the shoulder: "Mr. Wutiao?"

Gojo Satoru felt the force pressing on his shoulders, and when he looked back, he saw Oda Sakunosuke carrying a variety of goods in the east and west bags.

The young man with maroon hair still had that calm expression, but his eyes glanced at the various snacks in Gojo Satoru's hands.

Gojo raised his other empty hand, and also greeted Oda: "Hey, Oda Tsukuru!"

Oda Sakunosuke was silent for a while: "My surname is not Oda Saku, don't use this nickname like Dazai."

Gojo Satoru replied with a smile: "I know, but this title is very interesting." He looked very bright, but said something a little too much on his mouth, "and it's easy to pronounce."

Sakunosuke Oda chose to skip the topic.He glanced at the pile of snacks and desserts in Wuzhao's hands again, and asked, "Is this your dinner?"

When Gojo Satoru heard this, he had a bad feeling: "...It doesn't count, and you can't say that?"

When a group of young people with naughty children heard this answer, they immediately realized the meaning of Wutiao: "Don't you usually eat dinner?"

He raised his left arm and looked at the watch on his wrist. The hour hand on it had already pointed to eight o'clock—after all, Oda Sakunosuke came out to buy daily necessities after having dinner with the children.

Oda's face became serious, and he said seriously: "You have to make sure you have three meals a day."

Gojo Satoru puffed up his cheeks: "No, even if I skip dinner, it won't have any effect on my body."

Oda Sakunosuke was unmoved: "I can treat you, but Gojo-kun, you must have dinner."

Wujo Satoru never thought that the direction of the two would be like this after they met.But after thinking for a while, he still poked out a foot vigilantly like a cat: "What do you want to treat me to?"

Oda thought for a while and replied, "How about Curry?"

The sweet-mouthed boy immediately agreed without any ambition: "Okay, this is what you said, you can't go back on it!"

Gojo Satoru took a few steps forward, couldn't wait to grab Oda Sakunosuke and bowed to the cashier: "Let's go, have you decided which store to go to?"

Oda didn't resist, and was led by him to line up and give money, so that after walking out of the shop, he responded a little too late, "There's a good curry shop not far from here."

Gojo Satoru let go of the man's hand, and jumped up on the spot like a screaming locomotive: "Perfect, long live Curry!"

After he rushed forward two steps enthusiastically, he realized that he didn't know the address of the curry shop, and walked briskly back to Oda Sakunosuke, pushing him: "Hurry up, I Haven't had dinner yet!"

The attitude is a bit too righteous.

Oda Sakunosuke led the guy left and right for more than ten minutes, and finally brought a few big bags to a restaurant with an unobtrusive decoration.

Gojo Satoru was calmer now, just followed behind the young man, scanned the inconspicuous shop, and asked casually, "Is this the place?"

"That's right," Oda Sakunosuke threw the bag on the chair next to him, and sat down next to the bar. "The special curry here is very good."

Gojo Satoru also sat down with him.The boy always felt that something was wrong, but he ordered first: "Is that so, then have one?"

After speaking, he waved his hand and said to the boss standing behind the bar: "Come here for a special curry——Odasaku will pay for it."

Gojo was keenly aware of the familiar relationship between the two, and looked up at the man in front of him with his chin propped up, his drooping eyelids covered half of his blue eyes: "When we came in just now, you subconsciously looked at Zhi Take a look at Tian Zuo, you two should know each other, right?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "That's right, are you also Oda's friend?"

"Also?" Gojo Satoru shook his head when he heard this, deliberately put his hand on Oda's shoulder, and patted it back, "Did you bring Dazai here?"

Sakunosuke Oda saw from the corner of his eyes that the boss had already entered the back kitchen and started to light a fire, so he turned around and chatted with Gojo Satoru: "Dazai seems to be very interested in the curry I ate, so I brought him over to eat once. "

The white-haired boy narrowed his right eye, and said meaningfully "Oh—" "It seems that this is your private domain?"

"Not really," Oda Sakunosuke's attitude towards Gojo was very gentle, just like a father treats his children, "I just asked the boss to help me take care of the children."

"Hey," Gojo Satoru deflated his nose, and replied with some disgust, "Could it be adoption? I hate noisy idiot children the most. I really don't understand what guys like you think."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, and replied, "It's adoption." He paused for a moment, and instead comforted Gojo, "It's okay, there are all kinds of people in the world, they just hate children, Gojo You don't have to worry too much, sir."

Gojo Satoru finally realized how honest Oda Sakunosuke was.He couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing: "I don't care—"

Just as the two of them were talking halfway, the boss had already prepared the food, came out with the special curry from this shop, and put it in front of Wujo.

The young man lowered his head, and after seeing the so-called special curry, the second half of the sentence stuck in his throat was stuck in this way, replaced by a somewhat difficult voice: "...Is this the good curry in your mouth? Tian Zuo?"

The curry in front of me is a little too red, obviously not the sweet curry that is often made in Japan, it has reached the point where people suspect that after eating it, it will directly howl and erupt a volcano.

Gojo Gojo swallowed his saliva, and asked again: "Odasaku, are you messing with me on purpose? Just because I didn't eat dinner?"

Oda Sakunosuke looked at Gojo with some doubts, and slowly asked him a question mark: "What?"

Gojo Satoru was horrified to find that Oda really didn't realize that something was wrong: "Didn't you say before that you also invited Dazai to eat curry?"

"Although Dazai thought it was very spicy, he still said that the special curry is delicious," Oda Sakunosuke replied, "So I think you might like it too."

Gojo turned his head, looked at the weapon in front of him that was more lethal than a nuclear bomb, and just fell silent.

He sincerely commented: "Osamu Dazai is really a macho."