The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Two years later.

Yokohama is still bustling with crowds, but something in this city has become completely different.

This is all thanks to the proposal of the "Three Moments Concept".

Unlike Gojo Satoru when he first came here, the port mafia has developed considerably in the past few years, and the armed detective agency has finally won the trust of the government and has established a firm foothold in this city.

The white-haired boy was wearing a pair of sunglasses that could only be used to hold an X, and walked swaggeringly on the streets of Yokohama under the occasional excited eyes.

Gojo Satoru stayed in Russia for a few months before being sent back to Japan—it is important to emphasize that this time he came back by plane with his salary, and it was definitely not another smuggling.

The black-haired and purple-eyed Russian explained to him in this way: "Actually, the main strongholds of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man are all over Japan. Russia can only be called 'hometown', but it is definitely not our most powerful part."

Gojo Gojo tilted his head, remembering the key points when Edogawa Ranpo and Dazai Osamu introduced the Five Declines of Heaven and Man to themselves:

"They are mainly active in Russia."

These two guys turned out to be cheated.Gojo Satoru thought so, almost with a schadenfreude sneer.

Soon, except for Sigma, who still had some work in Russia, the other three returned to Yokohama, Japan.

——Again, I came back by plane.

After arriving in Japan, Dostoyevsky stayed in his own base every day, and could not come out to bask in the sun once in a few months; Gogol often appeared beside Gojo Satoru. The young man didn't bother to monitor what kind of good he was doing.

On the premise that all the smart people in Yokohama know that he is a member of the Five Decays, Gojo Satoru naturally haunts the armed detective agency and the port mafia every day.

——The latter one is mainly for missions.

In short, two years have passed slowly in such a day-to-day life that is ordinary and dangerous, and dangerous and dangerous.

In the past two years, Gojo Satoru has grown wildly like taking hormones (according to him, this is just the heroic spirit gradually returning to the best age before his death), and Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chu also finally ushered in.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru turned a few streets and walked into a dessert shop.

He glanced twice, and after finding the location of Ayatsuji Pedestrian, he sat down opposite him with a relaxed expression.

"looking for me?"

Wujo looked at the muffins on the plate in front of him with great interest, as if there were some unsolved mysteries in the world: "The Supernatural Secret Service Division actually sent you to contact me?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian looked indifferent: "I sneaked out."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but recall the scene when the two met for the first time, and suddenly realized: "So that's the case. After all, this is also one of your old professions!"

It sounded like he was mocking Ayatsuji as a detective, but he acted like a criminal—but as Gojo's friend, Ayatsuji knew that this guy was just a natural slob.

So he was still calm: "Congratulations, you are still alive after two years."

The Supernatural Secret Service Division has been working on Gojo Satoru, using "Another", a weapon called the law of causality, and various other weird abilities.

It's a pity that Gojo Satoru survived—no, more precisely, they all fought back.

"I said something to Ranpo a long time ago," the young man said with a smile, "absolute strength can also serve as an unshakable deterrent."

"Since the supernatural power users and those flame users in Italy can not interfere with each other to a certain extent, as equal existences," Gojo Satoru tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, "then I, as Alaya's Spokesperson, no matter what, I can’t be worse than you, right?”

Ayatsuji pedestrian glanced at him.

"I'm just here to tell you that from today onwards, the Supernatural Secret Service Division intends to give up its means of dealing with you," the young man's blond hair was shining brightly under the falling sunlight, "in the future, you don't need to worry about suddenly falling into the sky while walking. Falling objects or having a heart attack."

Gojo Satoru thought about the various accidents that happened to him in the past two years, which were enough to drive everyone crazy: "..."

"That's a good thing," he replied sarcastically, "after all, I only had a brain haemorrhage last weekend."

Thanks to the reversal technique, he can heal himself in time under any circumstances.

If it weren't for "Another"'s ability to mobilize the nuclear bomb, maybe the current Yokohama has become ruins.

Mr. Caster Gojo Satoru, who was forced to be a lucky E for two years, heaved a sigh of relief.

In the future, I finally don't have to pay attention to the various situations around me every day.

Of course, Ayatsuji Xingren went out alone to find Gojo Satoru not only to tell him this "happy event", but also to exchange information.

Of course, the interspersed small talk is also indispensable for these two people.

"Recently, a new force has sneaked into Yokohama," Gojo Satoru took the initiative to tell the news, "However, doesn't your Supernatural Secret Service Division seem to take it seriously?"

Ayatsuji pedestrian glanced at him: "They didn't tell me about it."

The Ability Secret Service Division didn't tell Ayatsuji Xingren, and whether Ayatsuji Xingren knew about it is two different things.

Gojo Satoru nodded his head: "I don't know—hey, after all, I'm already a real traitor now, and the Supernatural Secret Service Division will probably treat me like Shibusawa Tatsuhiko in the future."

His ears moved a little, and he sold his organization without hesitation: "We plan to get involved here."

"You guys," Ayatsuji pedestrian repeated the word and asked the question, "Which one of you?"

He put his arms around his chest and leaned himself against the back of the chair in the dessert shop.

Gojo Satoru looked at Ayatsuji with an inexplicable expression.

He didn't answer.

At this time, a waiter came over with five desserts.He bent down slightly, narrowed the distance between himself and the pedestrians of Ayatsuji, and then whispered:

"It's 'us'."

Ayatsuji pedestrians looked up, and after seeing the waiter's appearance, his expression only changed for a moment, and then he calmed down again.

He said indifferently, "Gogol."

"How dare you just appear in front of me like this?"

Gogol smiled.Now he is pretending to be a waiter. His appearance, temperament, and movements around him all look like an ordinary Japanese with no characteristics.

The youth replied: "You will not kill me."

Ayatsuji pedestrians stared at him for a few seconds, then stood up and walked directly to the door of the shop.

Gogol smiled, the corners of his mouth curved like a mask stuck to his face.He turned his head and looked at Gojo Satoru, who was not affected at all, and was eating a muffin leisurely:

"Then I'll go back first, guest."

Wujo nodded his head, expressing that he understood, and said to him, "Nikolai, pack a bag for me, I'm going to take it to the detective agency."

A few minutes later, Gojo Satoru took a bag of desserts and set off slowly towards the detective agency.

As he passed one of Yokohama's main rivers, he saw a black suit jacket hanging from the railing.

As the breeze blew, the jacket fluttered, like an ominous sail.

This thing looks familiar.Gojo Satoru thought with a serious expression.

He tilted his head and thought about it for a while, then walked over with a sigh, hung his bag full of snacks on it, climbed over the railing and jumped into the river.

The river murmured and flowed in his ears.

Gojo Satoru used spells to keep the water out of his body, and chose to accept only the air in the river.

While running the spell, he began to look around in the river.

"I hope Mori Ogai can give me some rewards for the sake of saving the life of his capable men."

Gojo Satoru complained helplessly: "Otherwise, wouldn't I be at a loss again."

The moment after complaining, the young man clearly saw the location of a certain bandage waste device.

As if he didn't feel the resistance brought by the river water at all - he really couldn't feel it when the spell was running - and he came to the pale young man with his eyes closed in a few light steps.

Gojo Satoru grabbed Dazai Osamu by the collar and threw him towards the river bank like a pork belly.

Osamu Dazai fell from the sky, and had an unprecedented close contact with the land.

Gojo Satoru stood beside him, regretting to find that the guy was still awake.

"How long have you been soaking in the river..." The white-haired young man looked helpless, but he began to physically wake up this guy with his hands, "I don't want to go to Hong Kong with someone behind my back, it's too embarrassing. "

Finally, under Gojo Satoru's unremitting movements, Dazai Osamu spit out a mouthful of water with a "wow", and slowly opened his eyes.

The black-haired boy lay on the ground, looking at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, and murmured: "Which idiot saved me? Do you know who I am?"

He closed his eyes tiredly, but he still threatened people with resoluteness: "I am a cadre of the port mafia, see if I don't kill you, the guy who hinders me from committing suicide."

Then, he heard a cold and familiar voice from beside him: "It's me."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

He sat up suddenly, and yelled in disbelief: "Why are you so kind today Wutiao?! I haven't seen you come to save me before?"

"Tell me," Dazai Osamu couldn't hide the joy on his face, he almost stretched out his hand to punch Gojo,

"Could it be that the five declines of heaven and man have finally closed down?"

Five: "..."

Did Osamu Dazai finally become mentally handicapped because of the sequelae of suicide?

Gojo Satoru held his own dessert and said indifferently, "No, it's just that I have some questions I want to ask you."