The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Gojo Satoru and Gogol did not return to Pengo Lie - it was impossible to hide the death of Bai Lan from the gentle but shrewd Judaime, and after they got the news, they would naturally know what good Gojo Satoru had done.

Although the gap between sneaking into the mission and directly killing the boss is indeed a bit jaw-dropping.

However, this kind of thing has nothing to do with the current Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru and Gogol are on... a stowaway boat.

Gojo Satoru, who had never done such a thing since he was a child—after all, his strength ensured that he would always be a guest no matter where he was—had an ugly look on his face.

Why are you so proficient!

He stared straight at Gogol who was sitting next to him, really wanting to question him directly.

"Ah..." The weakness on Gojo Satoru's face is completely from the heart, "I used to think that we should fly to Russia, and catch up on sleep or something by the way."

Crowded, dark, damp.

The cramped space in the cabin can only give people so uncomfortable feelings.

In such a harsh environment, Gojo Wu's squeamish and willful young master naturally couldn't sleep well.

"After all, I can't cross the border through normal means."

Gogol patted his leg: "If you don't mind, you can lean against me and sleep for a while."

Gojo Satoru looked disgusted—he assured that this emotion was only directed at this ship, not including the kind Mr. Nikolai Gogol—shaking his head, without any thought, he categorically rejected the offer from his companion. Proposal: "Forget it, I don't want to sleep here."

"When we get to the base of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, there should be clean rooms there, right?"

Gojo Satoru emphasized the accent on the word "tidy".

Gogol blinked: "Of course it's impossible for you to go directly to our base."

Gojo Satoru looked indifferent: "Oh, do you have any money?"

Gogol smiled and said, "All of them are used to buy boat tickets, and the few coins left are not enough for a breakfast."

There was silence in the cabin.

Gojo Satoru has already begun to regret: "Is it too late for me to go back to Yokohama with Ayatsuji?"

After he finished speaking, the cabin became quieter than before.

Gojo Satoru felt like a dried fish now, coupled with the salty sea breeze, there was no need to add salt when cooking.He sighed and leaned back against the cabin wall, and couldn't help saying sadly: "It can't be helped, Gogol, now is not the time to care about details."

Gogol raised his eyes, full of doubts: "What?"

Gojo Satoru's expression was serious to the extreme: "Actually, I think being a thug is really tiring. So in order to make money, I can only apply for a job as a cowherd because I can only see my strength and face."

Gogol: "...?"

Gojo Satoru sent an invitation to his companion: "Do you want to go together?"

The young man blinked again, and was silent for a while: "Although I don't mind..."

"No," Gojo Satoru suddenly expressed remorse after he agreed, "Thinking about it, it doesn't seem right. Although I do look good, your face, Nikolai, is actually pretty good too. So the two of us go together If you are a cowboy in a store, there will definitely be vicious competition!"

At this time, Gogol has already caught up with Gojo Satoru's brilliant idea: "It doesn't matter, we can become the signboard with the best relationship in Russia, and we will debut as a group together in the Cowherd's shop!"

Wujo Wu murmured: "Why is this plot so familiar, I always feel as if I've heard it somewhere..."

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out what gave him the sense of sight. Gojo chose to give up, and instead supported Gogol's proposal: "Nikolai, you are really a genius who is only a little bit behind me!"

But soon, Gojo Satoru questioned again: "But we are all white-haired, and our personalities are also lively and outgoing." He exclaimed as if he had discovered a shocking secret, "No way, Nikolai, our The overlap of attributes is too high!"

"Such a combination will not be popular after debut!"

The other stowaways who listened to the more and more off-topic topics beside the two of them: "..."

You guys are thinking too far.

After realizing that no matter what he did, the so-called Cowherd plan was not feasible, so Gogol took out a communicator from his coat.

The young man smiled and said, "Let me ask Tuo Si for his opinion."

Gojo Satoru complained: "Why didn't I see that you have such a cooperative spirit before?"

"If you really can't, you might as well live in my house," Gogol finally made this suggestion that should have been given priority from the very beginning, "although they are basically haunted houses."

The haunted house here is physical.It means that people have died, and they are basically the kind that were killed by Gogol.

After Gojo Satoru thought of this, the expressions on his face became colorful for a while, some of them were too good-looking: "...Ah, here."

"Okay," the boy reluctantly agreed to the proposal, "I hope you can find me a cleaner house."

After finally discussing the temporary arrangements with Gogol, Gojo Satoru lay down on his side, and his upper body slid off the wall, so that his head rested on the other's shoulder.

Thinking of the country in his own world, he couldn't help sighing: "Alas, Russia, alas, Russia!"

Gojo Satoru began to open his eyes and talk nonsense: "I hope the clothes I wear are thick enough."

Obviously his ability can block the cold wind and cold rain, but Wujo is still pretending that he will catch cold.

Gogol rubbed his soft hair: "You'd better go to sleep."

I haven't slept for so long, but I made the child stupid.

Gojo Satoru heard the implication, and couldn't hold back the sarcasm: "Shut your mouth, great writer."

After saying this, he obediently closed his eyes, planning to sleep on Gogol's shoulder.

Gogol didn't understand his taunt.The young man dismissed that sentence indifferently, and began to close his eyes and meditate.

***

Dostoevsky raised his head and looked at the men in bartender uniforms who were winking at him.

Then, he lowered his head again and looked at the address sent by Gogol on his mobile phone.

That's right, it's here.

Dostoevsky's hand holding the phone trembled slightly: Why are the two of them in the Cowherd's shop?

He silently took a deep breath in his heart, but stepped into the store with a calm expression on his face.

Dostoevsky ignored all kinds of strange scenes in the store, and after strolling slowly along the wall, he finally saw Gojo Satoru and Gogol happily clinking glasses in a corner .

Gogol: "Wu, I remember you are underage, right? That's great, underage drinking is indeed the most basic form of rebellion!"

Dostoevsky: "..."

As soon as I heard it, I knew that this guy was talking nonsense after being drunk.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, glanced at the juice in his glass, and responded perfunctorily: "Yeah, you're right, but actually I don't know how to drink."

Dostoyevsky sighed, took a step forward, and inserted himself between the two people who were at odds with each other.

"Why are you two here?"

He asked the question.

As the sane one of the two, Gojo Satoru answered obligingly: "The two of us are here to apply."

A crack opened on Dostoevsky's flawless expression: "Application?"

"That's right, I'm applying for a cowherd," Gojo Satoru's words shattered Dostoevsky's last delusion, "because the two of us are at Gogol's house—well, it's the house Gogol targeted last time. After staying for a while, I found that there was no food."

"But neither of us has any money, and it's too tiring to do 'manual work'. After a serious discussion, it's the most cost-effective to be a cowherd."

Gojo Satoru made a wink to Dostoevsky with his big cat eyes: "How about it, not a bad decision?"

Dostoevsky is indifferent.jpg: "Indeed, although I'm curious how the two of you came up with such..." He let out a breath, "Such a novel method."

Gojo Satoru looked at Gogol who was crazily pouring himself alcohol: "...Actually, this is not the main problem. After all, you just happened to come and take the two of us to the base, so there is no rush to find a job."

Dostoevsky sat down opposite Gojo Satoru: "Anything else?"

"The money for the juice, the money for the wine," Gojo Satoru replied with a bright smile, "and some money for the cowherd. Don't worry, we ordered the lowest grade."

Gogol, who was sitting next to Dostoyevsky, had already begun to sing.

Gojo Satoru blinked and pointed at Gogol who was completely out of control: "The last thing is, what should I do with this person?"

Ah, it's annoying.Dostoevsky looked at the innocent-looking faces of the five enlightened ones, and felt the magic voice singing next to him, and thought seriously:

The world should be destroyed quickly.

He came up with a plan in his mind, and said to Wutiao: "I didn't bring enough money, why don't I ask my companion to send it over, just to bring Nikolai back with me."

Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement with his proposal.

After Dostoevsky made a phone call, within half an hour, a young man with half red and half white hair came to their table.

The young man blushed and asked Dostoevsky aggressively, "Fyodor! Why are the new members here?"

Dostoevsky gave him a gentle smile: "Gojo-kun and Nikolai are here to find a job. Things are not as you imagined, calm down, Sigma."

Hearing this perfunctory explanation, Sigma almost rolled his eyes on the spot.

"Hello," Gojo Satoru raised his hand and waved at Sigma, "I'm Gojo Satoru. Because I don't have any money, please ask Nikolai to recommend me to join the Five Decays of Heaven and Man. Please take care of me in the future."

Sigma had question marks all over his face: "...What are you two talking about?"