The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Gojo Satoru heard Dazai Osamu's implicitly threatening words, took two steps forward, sat next to him, and really repeated: "Your friend is mine now. After all, I am Oda Tsukuru's life-saver." Benefactor, he will never refuse such a small request."

A blue vein popped up on Osamu Dazai's forehead: It's hard, the fist is hard.

The boy widened his kite-colored eyes, and kicked his legs towards Gojo Wu with a clatter: "You must be sick!"

Gojo Satoru shrank to the side, dodged Dazai Osamu's merciless attack in time, and nodded his forehead in turn: "You are the third person to say that I am sick recently."

"Why are you touching my forehead?" Dazai slapped Gojo's hand away in displeasure, and added, "Also, since three people have told you that you have mental problems, shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

How could Gojo Satoru admit defeat, and started pinching Dazai Osamu's face hard on the spot: "'Sickness' and 'brain problem' are two completely different concepts, right? If you slander me casually, be careful and I will sue you in court!"

Dazai raised his hand and grabbed Gojo's eyes, forcing the other party to withdraw his hand, then covered his face and shouted: "Obviously I came first! And I kindly told you about Peng Gelie's Wutiao, you still treat me like this.”

"It's too vicious," the young man made a look like he couldn't make a sound, "Wujo Satoru is a scumbag, he throws away people after he uses them up."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, and looked at Dazai Osamu in front of him with an unbelievable new vision.

He paused, spoke slowly, and asked back: "Since everyone knows that I'm a scumbag and they come to approach me proactively, is my charm so great?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

I lost.Gojo Satoru, you must be sick.

The young man asked with some admiration: "Who on earth is so sharp-eyed and has noticed that you have a mental illness so early?"

Wujo glanced at him, but this time he didn't talk about cross talk: "It's Ranpo and Zhongya."

He also deliberately accentuated the name of a mafia reserve officer.

Hearing this answer, Dazai Osamu's face instantly became as exciting as when he ate spicy curry: "Damn...the idiot little dwarf actually said that the bastard gorilla has a mental illness, don't you two have a good match? "

"It's okay." Even though he was slandered by strange nicknames several times, Gojo Satoru still smiled, "I will suddenly appear next time when you and Oda Saku are having a good chat."

After all, this guy has a trump card to attack Osamu Dazai.

Seeing that the dark-haired boy's complexion turned even worse, Wujo immediately laughed gloatingly.He stood up, patted his pants, and asked with a smile, "Would you like to go into the curry shop with me and chat with Oda?"

Osamu Dazai puffed up his cheeks and turned his head away: "No. You are not allowed to go in and chat with Oda either."

Is Gojo Wuneng the type who listens to people?

He said on the spot: "Since you don't allow me to do it, then I will go against your will and forcefully say goodbye to Oda Zuodo."

Osamu Dazai stared at Gojo Satoru with dark, dry ground-like eyes.Ordinary people might just succumb to the imposing eyes of the Mafia, but Gojo Satoru just stood there and stretched out his hand: "Why, don't you plan to go there with me?"

Osamu Dazai made no intention of holding Gojo's hand back.He just stood up too, and cursed bitterly: "Five points, you will never achieve your goal."

Gojo Satoru was not embarrassed, he put his hands back into his pockets again, and teased, "People whose mental age is only at the level of elementary school students like to curse people casually. ——However, Dazai, you will definitely not be able to commit suicide successfully."

As he spoke, he didn't care about Osamu Dazai's reaction to this sentence, and walked into the store door with his legs lifted.

Dazai followed behind him, and very listlessly greeted Oda Sakunosuke who was chatting with the shop owner: "Oda Saku, Gojo bullied me."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at these two naive teenagers who went out for a trip and became disheveled when they came back. They chose to say nothing in a very patriarchal style, and they didn't help any of them.

Gojo Satoru stepped forward, spread out his palms, and asked, "Do you have a cell phone?"

Oda Sakunosuke replied with some doubts: "Yes. What's the matter?"

As soon as the two of them had this conversation, Osamu Dazai suddenly realized that he wanted to jump up and hit Gojo Satoru on the head: "Gojo, you lied to me! You didn't make an appointment with Oda Saku next time!" Go party at the bar!"

Gojo Satoru took Oda Sakunosuke's cell phone, and said in a calm tone, "I'm on an appointment?" He clicked the button a few times, saved his number in Oda's address book, and then put this Returning the phone, "Odasaku, remember to call me next time the two of you go drinking together, Dazai will be very happy when he sees me."

Osamu Dazai retorted loudly behind him: "I won't be happy! Oda Saku, don't listen to this guy's nonsense!"

Oda Sakunosuke took back his mobile phone, nodded earnestly and said, "I will."

Osamu Dazai raised his arm and began to thump Gojo Satoru on the back.

However, in the middle of the fight, he seemed to have thought of something, stopped suddenly, and sarcastically said: "Actually, you don't need to think about how to get to Pengo Lie."

Gojo Satoru turned around, stood and leaned himself against the bar counter, and then asked in confusion, "Why?"

"I suddenly remembered." Even though he said this, everyone present understood that he just didn't tell Gojo Satoru this part of the news before, "It seems that the matter in Italy is about to expand to the world. Except for the clock tower Except for the servants, almost all forces are paying close attention and are preparing to establish their positions."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow: "Including the Supernatural Secret Service Division?"

Osamu Dazai replied affirmatively: "Including the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

Having said that, the entire store returned to the silence of no one, and only the elongated cicadas on the trees outside the store could be heard, making annoying sounds like a signal before a rainstorm.

Gojo Satoru's cell phone rang suddenly under such circumstances.

He took out his mobile phone under the gaze of the three people, and looked at the number displayed on it.

The white-haired boy's chin was a little conspicuous under the bright light of the screen.

Osamu Dazai glanced over, and since the other party had no intention of covering up, he immediately saw the caller's note:

Ito.

It was a name that Osamu Dazai had never heard of.But for him, whether he has this phone number or whether he has heard the name "Ito" is not that important.

For a young man who is very wise and close to a monster, as long as he has this phone ringtone, he can guess most of the current situation.

Before Gojo Satoru answered the call, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "Isn't the information of the Supernatural Secret Service Division very important to you?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer his question, but after taking a deep look at Osamu Dazai, he moved away from the crowd and picked up the phone.

Ito didn't say hello, but directly said in a gentle tone close to an order: "Gojo-kun, please come to the Ability Special Affairs Section now, we have something to say to you and Mr. Ayatsuji."

After Wujo Wujo responded, he hung up the phone, looked at the time displayed on it, and complained in a low voice: "Isn't it already ten o'clock? What the hell is the government thinking about asking a 16-year-old to work overtime?" ?”

Osamu Dazai sneered and said, "Although there are overtime jobs in Hong Kong, we still have high overtime pay. Who taught you to choose the Supernatural Secret Service Section to be a poor social animal? Make your own decision and suffer it yourself. You deserve it." .”

Gojo Satoru choked back: "At least a civil servant has a solid job. Dazai, you have worked in the mafia for a long time, and you don't know when you will be sent out as cannon fodder."

The boy grumbled and complained for a while, and then said goodbye to the curry shop and set off in the direction of the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

By the time Gojo Satoru arrived at the Yokohama branch of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division, it was almost eleven o'clock at night.

The golden stars shone dimly in the Yokohama night sky, allowing Gojo Satoru to see the road in front of him clearly even without street lights.

——Of course, the main reason is that his eyes can help him have night vision.

After Gojo Satoru passed the identity test, he quietly entered a huge building, and was led by an agent from the Supernatural Secret Service Division to a conference room.

He opened the door and went in, just in time to see the brown hat on the head of Ayatsuji pedestrian, and the light blond hair lying on the back of the neck docilely.

Gojo Satoru looked around and saw Ito and several strange faces.

To be precise, since he joined the Supernatural Secret Service Section, Ito has only come into contact with non-lower-level personnel, and it is only natural that he does not know most of the people in this conference room now.

The boy closed the door of the meeting room casually, stepped in like a cat, and asked in a low voice, "You called me back so late, what's the matter?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians turned around and took a look at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo also glanced over, and was a little surprised to find that his partner's mood seemed to be pretty good.Although Ayatsuji didn't show his good mood on his face, the slightly softened eyes couldn't hide from Gojo Satoru's eyes.

Gojo Satoru sat down on the chair next to Pedestrian Ayatsuji, tilted his head, and looked at the serious-looking colleagues from the corner of his eyes.

The man who was seriously wearing a suit and tie on the main seat raised his head and said bluntly to the two too young teenagers in front of him: "Because of some special reasons, the two of you will be dispatched To the Port Mafia."