The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Sakaguchi Ango responded to Gojo Satoru's words, and after ordering wine from the boss, the tense atmosphere on his body finally eased a little: "What were you discussing just now?"

Oda Sakunosuke was not embarrassed at all, and after thinking about it for a while, he replied seriously: "Dazai is talking about the mirror."

"Let's stop this topic," Gojo Satoru waved his arms before Sakaguchi Ango asked, and said bluntly, "It's fine if someone close to you talks about this topic, but Dazai and I don't know each other well."

"Is there a bad relationship between us?" Osamu Dazai questioned his soul.

Gojo Satoru asked back with a serious expression, "Don't you think it's good?"

"Hey——" the black-haired boy tilted his head and complained for a long time, "I think it's not bad. You see, you threw me twice, once from the bridge, once from the top floor, and ended up in Now I haven't killed you after using you, isn't this the evidence that I like you very much?"

"I also put bugs and locators on you, and forced you to meet the 'devil' Fyodor D, but you haven't beaten me to paralysis until now. "

Gojo Satoru looked at the young man who opened his mouth to talk nonsense in front of him, and decided to use another topic to divert the other party's attention: "Vongola's Wushou is coming soon."

When Ango Sakaguchi heard this, he almost crushed the glass full of liquor in his hand: "Is it okay to just send the news to the enemy organization?"

Gojo Satoru gave him a meaningful look: "It doesn't matter, Dazai already knows about it. Rather, the port mafia will definitely know about it before us in the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

Sakaguchi · The real identity is the undercover agent sent by the Supernatural Secret Service Division to the port mafia. Ango felt that the Gojo Satoru in front of him was an hourglass full of cracks. He didn't care about other people's opinions at all. broadcast.

He took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, the leader hasn't told me about this yet."

"Oh," Gojo Satoru responded uninterestedly, and turned to look at Osamu Dazai next to him, "I almost forgot to say, thank you for the information you gave me earlier, although it is not accurate."

Ango Sakaguchi almost couldn't hold back and crushed the glass in his hand.

——The reserve cadre of the port mafia and the promising newcomer of the supernatural secret service secretly gave each other information in friendship——!

As one of the promising members of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Mr. Ango Sakaguchi feels that he may not be able to keep up with the times.

"This topic is not fun at all, and I don't like being dispatched abroad," Osamu Dazai leaned on the bar counter, complaining loudly to the two friends beside him, "I don't want to be separated from you at all. , Mr. Sen is really cold and heartless!"

Yasugo Sakaguchi, who knew the nature of this guy well, was not moved at all, but Sakunosuke Oda spoke a few words of comfort in a slow voice.

Osamu Dazai soon regained his energy, and said happily: "It's time to get off work, let's wait until the end of the matter! Why don't we discuss the topic that Ango asked before?"

Gojo Satoru complained, "Dazai, you are so annoying."

"Is this topic so attractive? Or, what exactly do you want to know from me? Even if you can analyze my true identity, it is certainly impossible to tell me, so I refuse to have this harmful discussion with you. Useless conversation."

Osamu Dazai replied honestly this time: "Although I am indeed very interested in the power behind you, Gojo, I am also very interested in you, Gojo."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes and looked at Osamu Dazai who was smiling at him.

The black-haired boy usually had big eyes, but now he was laughed so hard that they were only crescent-shaped, revealing the innocence and cuteness that was disguised so carefully.

The white-haired and blue-eyed boy looked at this guy carefully several times, but he really couldn't tell whether what he was telling was the truth or a lie—thanks to "Disqualification in the World", Gojo Satoru's six eyes were completely on him Lost potency.

"Troublesome people, troublesome superpowers," Wutiao commented, "Why hasn't the hit killed you yet? In this way, the current situation will be avoided."

"Well," Dazai Osamu came up with a good idea, raised his right index finger, and shook it in front of Gojo, "If I deduce the relevant information before you, as long as you join the port mafia, I will How about telling it to you?"

Hearing this, Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help but gasped in his heart.

People from the port mafia were poaching the wall in front of me, but I couldn't stop it. It was really complicated and aggrieved.

Of course Gojo Satoru has no objection to this proposal, but: "Don't you discuss this issue with Mr. Mori first? It's not a good subordinate's behavior to make decisions without authorization."

"It doesn't matter," Osamu Dazai replied with a smile, "Mr. Mori has been planning to lure you into the port mafia, why don't you seize this good opportunity first?"

Gojo Satoru said, "No superior likes others to pass orders over him, let alone things involving a new power system behind me."

He took a good look at Dazai a few times, with a brand new look: "Mori Ogai likes you very much, and you have endured it until now?"

But Gojo Satoru didn't need Osamu Dazai to answer this question.He put down his wine glass, leaned on the bar counter, looked at the three people in front of him, and said, "Ask, today is a rare opening ceremony."

"Wait," Osamu Dazai asked, "Where were we talking just now?"

"Mirror," Wujo Satoru said, as long as he made up his mind, he would cooperate well with others, "You said that mirrors are absolutely similar, but at the same time they are opposite."

He put his arms on the table and propped up his chin: "You can't be talking about this stuff for no reason. Let me guess who you're talking about—Dostoevsky?"

"You really like to call that guy by his last name," Dazai Osamu whispered, his voice didn't sound very happy, "Yes, I'm talking about him. What an annoying guy, as long as you think of me and He has similarities, and he almost spit it out so directly."

"Do you mean that the similarities between people are completely different?" Gojo Satoru was not interested in the grievances between these two people at all, and just reluctantly agreed to continue the conversation.

Osamu Dazai pushed the wine glass in front of him forward before replying, "That's right, that's what I meant."

"Even if people have similarities, there are big and small ones, some people like it, and some people hate it. It's just like an arrogant person can't like a guy who is as arrogant as himself."

Gojo Satoru blinked: "It feels like you're deliberately alluding to me."

"No, it's your illusion." Osamu Dazai replied innocently.

Wutiao also doesn't want to waste time on this kind of unnutritious topic, so he gently let go of this topic: "Okay, then please continue."

Dazai continued following the topic like this: "But so far, there are indeed very few people who really hate you—I mean the ones who have had serious contact with you."

"I have considered whether it is your own supernatural ability before, but later found that there is basically no relationship between the two," said the mafia reserve cadre. "After all, your strength is pure force. Of course, This possibility cannot be completely ruled out, because we know almost nothing about your abilities."

Gojo Satoru stared at a certain point in the void, and seemed to be dazed for a while before answering Dazai's speculation: "Indeed, this has nothing to do with my ability, I can guarantee it."

Dazai asked, "Have you changed in any way since you came to this world?"

Gojo Satoru sneered: "This is a competition, I'm not going to give you the relevant information."

"Okay," Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders, "but I don't even know the exact principle of your power, which is too unfair."

"You can make a deal with Dostoevsky," Gojo Satoru replied maliciously, "I told him about my abilities."

"Of course, you can ask Gogol, but he can't tell you," the young man seemed confident about this, "because Nikolai wants to seize the opportunity to kill me."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows: "I don't have Gogol's contact information."

"Then have a good chat with that 'devil' you hate," Gojo Satoru said coldly, "I wish you good luck."

When this topic was finally revealed, Osamu Dazai turned back to the conversation at the beginning: "To my surprise, when I was in the corridor of the banquet, I found that you and I also have similarities."

"Really," Gojo Satoru briefly recalled the conversation between the two of them a few months ago, and then of course found that he couldn't remember anything, "I only remember that you plugged me a bug when you pretended to talk to me. "

"I didn't pretend to be heart-to-heart," Dazai Osamu puffed up his cheeks and replied angrily, "My words were completely and completely true!"

"Five you are like a beach with different lines carved on it. As long as a wave comes over, there will be nothing left," the young man said, "Maybe this is the reason why many people value you—except for the factor of force value." .”

Wujo Satoru does not need affirmation from others, nor does it need negation.He just asked Osamu Dazai sharply after listening to this passage: "What about you? How do you think of me?"

Osamu Dazai was stunned: "Me?"

He looked at Wutiao on his side, and said almost nonchalantly: "You are a mess. Guess, what do I think about existence that is vague and neither black nor white?"