The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Gojo Gojo paused for two seconds, and repeated what Dazai Osamu asked: "Why do you want to live until now?"

His voice was even playful: "I'm not suicidal, is there any point in asking me this question, Dazai?"

"It's not about suicidal tendencies." Osamu Dazai turned his head and covered himself on the table, making his voice sound muffled, "Why are you always so energetic? Five."

Gojo Satoru replied, "Of course I know this very well."

"I don't understand." Osamu Dazai tilted his head again, hitting the half-filled glass next to the table, making it clank, "You don't like this society, you hate the government|government, I feel that most people in the world are idiots, there is no such thing, I hate symbols but they are regarded as symbols of force..."

Sentence after sentence, Dazai spit out a lot of adjectives: "The most important thing is, when Icarus lowers his head and sees the eyes of other people in the maze looking at him, what will he think in his heart? "

"Icarus, who is alone, what do you think?" Osamu Dazai asked.

Gojo Satoru shook the wine glass, then took a sip.

"In my original world," the boy mentioned his original world for the first time, "I was regarded as a very special existence."

"It's much more special than it is now," Gojo interrupted Dazai Osamu with a supplementary sentence before he could ask. "What they projected on me was world-class spying and malice."

Osamu Dazai understood that Gojo Satoru didn't talk about the past before, it wasn't some normal entanglement and reluctance, it was simply not necessary.

Just like when he was chatting now, he was calm and calm.

"Ayatsuji is called a 'monster' by the people in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and I was also called that by those guys," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "But I don't care about people who can't even beat six or seven-year-olds. .”

Osamu Dazai asked that important question: "Why are you special?"

Gojo Satoru replied straightforwardly: "I am the one who broke the balance. Just like more geniuses appeared one after another after a Guinness record was broken in a certain field, I am the one who first heralded the existence of change."

"What change brings is naturally the death of the old forces."

"I am the strongest."

With careless pride on his face, the young man said in a natural tone: "So many rotten guys—similar to the so-called superiors in this world, all want me to die."

"That's why I hate them. There is no unreasonable anger on my side."

"Hey—so my temper has improved a lot since I came to this world," Gojo Satoru sighed, "When I met someone like you Dazai before, I would definitely let you go after at least paralysis of the lower limbs .”

"It can be counted as a vacation, and it might be indefinite," he said happily, spreading his hands, "Perfect!"

"Listen to you, before you were hated by others, maybe it wasn't just a matter of ability?" Osamu Dazai was provoked, and he would naturally retaliate verbally, "Maybe some people hate your character?"

Gojo Satoru replied very narcissistically: "It's all other people's slander on my personality."

"It's better to say that you care so much about this, but it will make me worry about your mental state."

Gojo Satoru said this as if worried.

Osamu Dazai said with a look of astonishment, "Why do you miss me so much?"

"—Wait," the black-haired boy said, only to realize that the topic between the two of them had deviated again. "We should be discussing a very philosophical point, right?"

"You know it's very philosophical," Gojo Satoru sneered, "I don't want to discuss this topic with you, it's pointless."

Naturally, what he meant was to reject Osamu Dazai's communication: "The intention is to expose a part of myself in front of me, just like a bandaged stray cat exposes its belly under the eyes of a cat abuser. Osamu Dazai , are you taking me for an idiot?"

Osamu Dazai almost spit out the wine in his mouth: "You compare yourself to a cat abuser?"

"..." Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, and decided to ignore this person who didn't know what to focus on at all, and just went on with his own words, "Dazai, you are really the most troublesome smart person I have ever met."

The most troublesome does not mean the most annoying.

Hearing this adjective, Osamu Dazai raised his mouth happily: "This is really a good compliment to me, thank you, Gojo."

"I never felt that I became your friend, and I didn't qualify to join any 'rogue faction'. After all, I can't write books." Gojo Satoru began to make a cold joke about Wenhao again, "so you show your heart to me When you look like—"

"Hey," the tall boy sighed, and said with gritted teeth, "I really want to beat you to the hospital before you say anything nasty."

Osamu Dazai said, "Listen to you, are we in another world writing books?"

Gojo Satoru turned his head sideways, saw Oda Sakunosuke's face change slightly, and said bluntly, "Yes, Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke are both famous writers."

He paused, looked at the astonished eyes of the two people in front of him, and added rather maliciously: "However, they are both dead."

Oda Sakunosuke's eyes dimmed a little, but Dazai Osamu's reaction was a little strange: a little excited, but also a bit worried.

Excitement is naturally due to "myself" fulfilling his suicide wish, as for worry - he quickly covered up his complicated emotions:

"How did Odasaku die?"

Dazai asked.

Gojo Satoru seemed very satisfied with Dazai's reaction, couldn't help laughing a few times before replying with a nasty attitude: "I won't tell you even if you beg me."

"You obviously think that your own death is the right ending, but at the same time feel sad and angry about the death of your best friend," Wujo said purely for provocation, "It seems that you don't have a clear understanding of death. Or, you didn't intend to die at all?"

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai sneered, "How is it possible?"

"After all, your vitality is really too tenacious," Gojo Satoru said bluntly, "but it's true that your desire to survive is not too strong...it's really troublesome, so I say you are the most troublesome one among smart people."

"Could it be that you are waiting for someone to save you and let you see the so-called 'light'?" Thinking of this possibility, the boy became more interested than before. Life experience! How about you try it too?"

Osamu Dazai chose to close his eyes and drink.

Gojo Satoru realized that he was making fun of himself, so he also lifted the wine glass and shook the ridged ice cubes inside.

After enjoying a moment of peace, the only black-haired boy among the three spoke again:

"Five, you can easily become the special one in others' hearts."

Gojo Satoru raised his arm and made a big cross in front of his chest: "Why are you still continuing this topic?"

"It's amazing," Osamu Dazai sighed again with the same speech as before, "You have a magical power that can make other people feel the similarities between the two."

"Gogol thinks that you are also an existence chasing freedom, but your self-awareness is not clear enough." The boy used the previously eavesdropped intelligence as an example.

Gojo Satoru thought of Ayatsuji pedestrians, but the answer on his mouth was a different sophistry: "People always have similarities, who doesn't have two eyes and one mouth?"

"Yes," Osamu Dazai agreed, "but it's not easy to make yourself aware of the similarities between yourself and another individual."

"One of the things that can do this is a mirror," the young man wanted to say at the moment, and no one could stop him from saying it, "but the mirror is essentially the opposite, the left is the right, and the right is the left, a poor imitation."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, but he didn't express whether he agreed or disagreed with this point of view. Instead, he turned his head and looked towards the door of the bar.

A young man with glasses walks in.He has hair that is slightly softer than Oda Sakunosuke, but harder than Dazai Osamu, carrying a black briefcase and wearing a traditional gray suit, just like an ordinary corporate employee, without the slightest ability to oppress .

The man pushed aside the curtain, nodded, and happened to meet Gojo Wujo's eyes.He was slightly taken aback, but he didn't react too violently. He just went to sit next to Oda Sakunosuke and asked his friend, "Who is this?"

Osamu Dazai clapped his palms, and didn't care that he was interrupted halfway through what he had said. He happily replied: "This white-haired and blue-eyed boy is the Gojo Satoru that Mr. Mori asked Ango to investigate before!"

He turned sideways again and looked at Gojo Satoru who was expressionless: "This is the most powerful intelligence officer I mentioned to you before. How is it, does it look good?"

Dazai bounced back and forth like a spring: "So Ango, you have seen his photo too, right? Don't pretend you don't know him, Gojo-kun can't even see through this kind of thing."

There seemed to be a deep gleam in Gojo Satoru's blue eyes.He didn't stretch out his hand, but just supported his head like this, and introduced himself directly without politeness: "My name is Gojo Satoru. I have long admired your name, Sakaguchi Ango-kun."

The corner of Sakaguchi Ango's mouth twitched, as if he planned to complain to Dazai.But in the end he endured it and nodded politely to Gojo Satoru: "Hello."

After Gojo Satoru finished greeting, he didn't look away, still staring closely at this young man who was dressed in a social animal style and had a social animal style in his mental outlook, and opened his mouth and said, "You..."

There were only four of them in the bar, and the quietness was a little too much.

"It seems that you are a little nervous when facing me?" The boy blinked and asked in doubt, "My eyes tell me so."

Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, and replied calmly: "Because you are now a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, but the three of us belong to the Port Mafia."

"It's okay," Gojo Satoru seemed to accept the explanation, "It's off-duty time, it's better to relax, Sakaguchi-kun."