The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

With the help of Liudao Mukuo—thanks to Osamu Dazai's supernatural power, Vongola's illusionists can only cover the entire airport with illusions, otherwise, the five of them will be exposed to Mirufiore's under surveillance.

Liu Dao Mu didn't complain about this matter, but the frequency of sneering from his mouth silently increased a lot.

In short, until they got on the plane and sat in the economy class, the whole "smuggling" plan was pretty smooth.

No one expected that the first one to go wrong was not the suicide-loving Dazai, nor the least sensitive Nakahara in the whole team, but Gojo Satoru, who had always given the impression of being reliable.

All in all, Gojo Satoru had a fever.

The fever came aggressively, and after they reacted, the situation even became a little serious.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the thermometer in his hand with a serious face: "39 o'clock eight degrees." He looked very worried, and asked Wutiao worriedly, "It's almost forty degrees, what should you do at Wutiao?" You won't be burning stupid soon, will you?"

Lying on the back, Gojo Satoru, who was completely delirious, heard this sentence, raised his hand tremblingly, and cursed angrily: "Chuya, you dare to curse me... When the illness is cured, see I won't beat you up."

The words were fierce, but the weak tone really didn't sound threatening.

"..." Zhong Yuan was silent for a while, and slapped this guy on the forehead unbearably, helping Wu Tiao to fulfill his promise in turn, "What stupid things are you talking about, you should take care of your illness first!"

Osamu Dazai leaned over from the front row, gloating and laughing: "It must be Wujo, you have done too many bad things, and you were revenged by some supernatural person."

Ayatsuji Pedestrian pushed his hand towards Dazai, and forcefully drove this unhelpful guy back.Regardless of the loud complaints coming from the front row, he stretched out his palm and put it on the five foreheads, and found that the temperature was higher than he imagined. He couldn't help frowning: "Why did you suddenly get sick?"

The unforeseen events that occur under such circumstances can indeed be tempting to think about.

"I promise, this is definitely not a supernatural power," Gojo Satoru coughed twice, and said helplessly, "But it's definitely not a normal fever—with my ability, it's almost impossible to get sick."

really.Ayatsuji pedestrian sighed, affirming the second half of Gojo's sentence.He asked the flight attendant for an ice pack, and handed it to Gojo Satoru: "Use it first. After you recover from your illness, it's not too late to think about the reason for your attack."

Gojo Satoru was still struggling with an ice pack in his hand, and insisted in a weak voice: "I've said it before, this is definitely not a supernatural power!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a short laugh, and after taking the ice pack from Wutiao's hand, he directly stuffed it behind his head: "Yes, yes, how could such a powerful Mr. Wutiao be retaliated by someone, and he was hit for no reason. How about a move?"

Gojo Satoru listened to the content that seemed to be comforting and mocking, and then faintly heard the mocking voice of Dazai Osamu from the front, his whole body exuded an air of lovelessness, and began to make trouble for no reason: "You don't believe me , only Ayatsuji is really good to me..."

The partner who "really treats him well" gave him a blank look, and his tone was not gentle: "After we get off the plane, we will start to track down the person who made you recruit."

Gojo Wujo was so wronged that he was almost dying of wronged: "...I really didn't get the trick! Do you think the curse can pass through my 'inhibition'!"

Ayatsuji pedestrians were unmoved: "There are many effects of supernatural powers, and everything is possible."

Zhong Yuanzhong was still nodding vigorously to express his agreement with this point of view.

Gojo Satoru was going to die of anger.

He was in a daze, and because of the fever, his mind was still not clear.The boy looked at the ceiling of the plane and complained in a low voice: "I'm so strong, how can you not believe me."

Ayatsuji Xingren wanted to laugh a little.He gave a low cough and explained, "No matter how powerful your strength is, you still need to be logical when solving problems."

"Cheating is wrong." The blond boy tried to make his words sound more convincing.

However, naive patients don't care whether what you say makes sense, and earnestly adhere to the unshakable basic principle of focusing on their own views: "In short, it is absolutely impossible to be someone else's problem!"

Osamu Dazai's voice drifted over from a distance: "Could it be your own problem? Didn't you just say that you can't have a fever?"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes in confusion: "It sounds reasonable."

After a while, he repeated vaguely again: "What Osamu Dazai said actually makes sense..."

Osamu Dazai propped himself up from his seat again, and cursed at Gojo Satoru with feigned anger: "What do you mean my words can make sense? I am one of the five major cadres of the port mafia, how dare you look down on me so much? Be careful I throw you into the dungeon!"

Gojo Satoru stared at this disrespectful idiot who spoke wild words for a long time.In the end, he closed his eyes again and complained a few words: "Do you think that having a fever will lower my IQ to Chuya's level? Next time you talk to me like that, I'll take you, Dazai, to fill in the cement."

Chuya Zhongye quickly asked: "What does Zhongye level mean?"

Gojo Satoru felt the veins in his brain throbbing, and was too uncomfortable to answer the obvious answer.

Dazai Osamu dissed Gojo Satoru, and started provoking Chuya Nakahara in a busy schedule: "Gojo is actually wrong, since slugs have no brains, how can they have IQ? Chuya, you see what I said, right. "

Nakahara Chuya raised his arm, and was about to punch Dazai Osamu on the eye socket.

For some reason, Ayatsuji pedestrians joined this inexplicable war not to be outdone: "Can the goldfish stop bubbling? It's so ugly."

Osamu Dazai and Nakahara also turned their faces away, saying in unison: "What? What do you mean?"

"Don't you guys like the metaphor of goldfish?" Ayatsuji said coldly, "The golden monkey? Homo erectus? Or do you think the description 'port mafia' suits you best?"

When the three of them were about to break out an unprecedented war, Liudao Mukuro sitting in the back row finally couldn't hold back and interrupted them: "Can you shut up? My illusion is the one who enveloped the entire plane, don't you guys?" Think this will be easy?"

The implication is that if you don't want any accidents that no one wants to see happen, then let him stay in his place.

Now these few talents finally stopped.

Gojo Satoru breathed a sigh of relief, and began to think about the cause of the fever with his chaotic head.

At this time, he suddenly recalled the information given to him by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, which said——

"The source of the ability may be the same as the different ability and the flame of death energy is completely different, and it does not come from itself."

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes abruptly.

Then, he saw the expressionless face of Ayatsuji pedestrian standing upright in front of him.

The young man's pale cheeks were very close to him, revealing a damp and cold mist, like a cold and beautiful water ghost in a river.

Wutiao was almost taken aback—because of the fever, he lost his usual vigilance, and rarely asked angrily, "Why are you so close to me?"

"Observe the details." Ayatsuji pedestrian replied in a light tone, with natural righteousness in his voice, "If it is a curse-type supernatural ability, there is a high possibility that we can find relevant clues from you, so it will be fine in the future. Much more to deal with."

Gojo Goku pursed his lips: "I've already confirmed that it's not someone else's supernatural power." He said that he wanted to say this, and felt that he was a little better than before, so he stood up and discussed seriously, "I just thought of it just now. relevant clues."

"What about the conclusion drawn from the clues?" Ayatsuji pedestrian asked calmly.

Wujo Wujo said plausibly: "You were startled when I opened my eyes just now, completely interrupting my train of thought." He lay back down again, rolled over on the seat, "Wait until the fever subsides. Come to think of it, I'm really tired today."

Ayatsuji pedestrians asked with reason: "Could it be a fever caused by endocrine disorders?"

"How could an endocrine disorder cause a fever? Are you deliberately teasing me?" Gojo Satoru's eyebrows twitched, and his tone was a little helpless, "I think it's you who is causing the endocrine disorder due to fatigue, right? "

Ayatsuji pedestrian said indifferently: "I just told a bad joke."

Talking to this guy is exhausting, both physically and mentally.Gojo Satoru closed his eyes tiredly, had to follow his inner thoughts, and urged him: "You'd better go to sleep first, maybe after you wake up, you won't say such uninteresting things anymore. joke."

Ayatsuji pedestrian nodded noncommittally, took his doll out of his arms, put it beside him and settled it, and then lay down like Gojo: "Sleeping like this is not comfortable at all."

Dazai Osamu has not forgotten the previous "Goldfish Enmity". When he heard this young master's complaint, he directly yelled at Ayatsuji pedestrians: "Following the mafia and even intending to get a good working environment , Mr. Ayatsuji, you think too well, don’t you?”

It can be said that it was a pure accident that Ayatsuji pedestrian joined the verbal war between the two blacks just now, and when he was provoked by Osamu Dazai again at this time, he didn't intend to pay attention to his words at all, and closed his eyes with a flat body.

Osamu Dazai waited for several seconds before getting a reply from Ayatsuji. He couldn't hold back a soft hum on his face, and at the same time thought to himself: "I'm really at odds with this dead-looking bastard."

Now, the plane finally became truly quiet.