The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

When Gojo Satoru woke up again, the plane had already landed in a foreign country, which was Italy, the destination of their group.

Although his physical condition was better than before, he still had a low-grade fever.

Gojo Satoru had a little understanding of his current situation - about why he had a high fever before, but now the temperature has dropped.

After standing up from his seat, he propped up his dizzy head and swaggered off the plane.

Wutiao Wu's group of five people, if it weren't for the blessing of illusion, would be the pinnacle of eye-catching.It's just that under the control of Liudao Mukuo's impatient but really powerful ability, in the eyes of others, it's just a few ordinary Italians who are walking together now.

"Hmph..." Liudaokuo glanced coldly at Wujo Wu, who was not in a good condition, and clearly expressed his dislike, "The people sent by the Supernatural Secret Service are completely useless now. "

Gojo Satoru shrugged his shoulders indifferently at him: "It's okay for you to say that to me, but Ayatsuji's supernatural ability can't be simply ignored by people, right?"

Liudao Mushang's eyes turned to the silent boy on the other side: "Will the Supernatural Secret Service allow him to use his own abilities?"

"I won't provide any help with supernatural powers," Ayatsuji pedestrian raised his chin, expressing exactly the same meaning as Liudao Mukui from the side, "You can ask Wujo if you need this."

Vengley's Wushou never let go of the opportunity to choke others: "What's the use of a sick number? An idiot who will only lose the chain at critical times."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow: "You sound really loyal, don't you mean that you hate the mafia the most?"

Liudaoku turned around indifferently, and continued to lead these people to the outside of the airport: "You don't need to know about my affairs."

Gojo Gojo pursed his mouth, and poked Ayatsuji pedestrian quietly: "Look at him, he is as arrogant as you."

Ayatsuji Xingren: "...Shut up. When you get to Pengo Lie, it's better for you to check your own brain by the way."

Wujo let out a "cut", shifted the target of the harassment very boringly, and turned his face to the side of Chuya Nakahara——

Then I saw Osamu Dazai with an excited look on his face.

Gojo Satoru: "What expression do you have?"

Osamu Dazai: "The expression of a man who thinks you're really a sinner."

"...you better shut up." Wujo felt a familiar feeling rise in his heart—specifically, the urge to beat up Dazai in front of the whole airport, "shut up , at least you still have a face that can make other women willing to die in love together."

Osamu Dazai also imitated Gojo just now, and shrugged his shoulders calmly: "You might as well tell the slug that you can hide the fact that you are essentially an idiot if you don't open your mouth."

The corners of Nakahara Chuya's eyes began to twitch wildly: "Why are you bastard getting more and more beating?"

"Ha," Osamu Dazai tilted his mouth disdainfully, "Do you think you can see through my real thoughts? Sure enough, you accidentally exposed yourself as a brainless slug with just one mouth."

Before Chuya Nakahara started beating Osamu Dazai violently, Gojo Satoru finally remembered that he wanted to talk to him just now: "Chuya, I really can't continue working like this now."

It's a pity that Zhong Yuanzhong is also a man who is very keen on things related to skipping work-this is also thanks to the partner who is still chattering by the side.Therefore, the boy just raised an eyebrow, and replied noncommittally: "Let's talk about it after the doctor's examination at Peng Lie's side. After all, I can't decide this kind of thing."

Gojo Satoru widened his eyes, and immediately began to vent his dissatisfaction: "But I'm only 16 years old, and I don't want to work."

Osamu Dazai also nodded vigorously: "I don't want to work."

Nakahara Nakahara was almost so angry that these two guys who climbed up the pole were so angry: "Gojo Satoru, you should at least think about your partner!"

Ayatsuji pedestrians turned their eyes and looked at the mafia who had completely given up on his partner: "I didn't have any work assignments."

The implication is that if both Gojo and Dazai succeed in skipping work, only Nakahara Chuya will be the one to work in the end.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

For the first time, Liu Dao Mu felt that he was the parent of four children.He sneered a few times, and threatened: "kufufufu... If the trouble continues, I will let you all experience the real hell."

Nakahara could only close his mouth aggrievedly amid Osamu Dazai's snickering.

***

After two hours, when Gojo Satoru felt that his fever was about to increase again, these people who had been wandering around in the alleys finally arrived at Pengo Lie's base.

Of course, this is not the most secret headquarters, but a small base in the inner circle.

As soon as Gojo Satoru entered, he was dragged by the medical staff for a comprehensive physical examination.

When they were finally released by this group of people wearing masks and expressionless faces, Wu Tiao concluded from them that "the energy is insufficient".

"There's nothing wrong with my brain." Ayatsuji pedestrian looked at the inspection report in his hand, and tapped the table with his fingers, "What does 'unexplained lack of energy' mean? Do you have any thoughts?"

"Yes, there is," Gojo Satoru gave a rare wry smile, "but if my speculation is indeed correct, we won't be able to solve this problem until we return to Yokohama."

Ayatsuji Xingren handed back the paper in his hand to Wujo: "Is it related to the region?"

"You can't say that," Gojo Satoru folded the diagnosis report with a headache and put it in his pocket, "'The land of Italy hasn't recognized me yet'—this is a more accurate expression."

"I remember you started to have a fever shortly after the plane took off?" Ayatsuji pedestrian pointed out the mistakes and omissions in the five sentences very calmly, "We left Yokohama at that time? Or Japan?"

Gojo buried his back firmly in the sofa: "Yokohama... No, you can't say that, it should be part of Japan."

Hearing this answer, Ayatsuji gave a dissatisfied "hmm": "I thought you would figure out the details inside."

"This is the first time I've left Yokohama," Gojo Satoru sighed helplessly, "Ayatsuji, don't you think you're asking too much of me?"

"A new power system? Using land as a source of power?" Ayatsuji pedestrians ignored Gojo Satoru's complaints and began to analyze, "And, with Yokohama as the center, it is constantly radiating outward?"

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes: "I don't know. Generally speaking, according to the basic law of JUMP, my ability should belong to me, right? Before I came to 'here', the fact was indeed like this."

Ayatsuji asked, "Has your ability improved since you arrived in Yokohama?"

"No," Gojo replied with a smile, "but I don't need to eat or sleep—by the way, it's the first time I've felt 'hungry' since I came to Italy."

Ayatsuji stared at Gojo who glanced away: "Is that why you only eat dessert for three meals a day?"

Gojo turned his gaze back: "Ayatsuji, don't talk like a mother, I hate it."

"I'm just confirming your state, which will help in reasoning about your abilities later. I thought you would know the reason." Ayatsuji explained, "I'll ask another question. Are you sure you are still human now? , Five articles?"

"Of course—" Gojo Satoru still hooked his lips, "Of course it can't be human, what kind of stupid talk is that."

"Actually, I wasn't too sure about this," the young man lowered his eyelids, and looked away from Ayatsuji Xingren again, "until Dostoevsky——Dragon Head War, he came to me , told me some nagging nonsense."

When Ayatsuji heard the news, he didn't raise his eyes: "Do you think he's telling the truth?"

"Not sure," Gojo Satoru replied, "but considering my situation, this is the only possible explanation."

"I see," Ayatsuji pedestrian finally stopped asking questions, and stood up from the seat opposite Gojo, "But I think you should eat something first."

He turned on the light in the dimly lit room, opened the door and walked out.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his arms and legs, spread it out on the sofa like a piece of pancake, and quietly looked at the ceiling for a while.

It wasn't until the occasional footsteps in the corridor finally stopped, and the whole base was completely silent in the darkness, that the boy slowly got up from the sofa, and dragged himself to the dining room.

Unexpectedly, the restaurant lights were still on.

Gojo Satoru didn't even look at the black-haired boy who was sitting at the dining table eating supper, but walked to the refrigerator with a cold face.

After he opened the refrigerator door and was disappointed to find that there were only some raw meat and vegetables left in it, he heard Osamu Dazai's familiar voice behind him: "Good evening, Gojo."

The voice line is a little lower than usual during the day.

Gojo Satoru took out all the food and put it on the side of the stove: "What's the matter?"

"Are you in a bad mood?" Osamu Dazai asked with a smile, "Would you like to tell me? I am a bosom brother recognized by all black people in Hong Kong."

"Brother who uses his abilities to make the captives confide in the secrets of his heart?" Gojo Satoru was indeed in a bad mood, so naturally he didn't want to talk nonsense with him, "You can shut up now, I want to cook vegetables now, don't bother me."

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "It's really ruthless, Gojo Go-kun."

Gojo Satoru began to add oil to the pot: "I'm still running a fever."

Ignoring the other party's implication, Osamu Dazai flipped the vegetables on the plate boredly: "What a coincidence, I also waited for you here on purpose."