The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

No one knew what Gojo Satoru had said to Osamu Dazai that day.

And just a week after their conversation ended, a sudden storm swept across Yokohama.

——The crazy attack brought by that weird organization, the organization named "mimic", was like a violent storm.

Yokohama fell into an unstable chaos again, just like it was during the Dragon Head War.

And in this increasingly grand war, the only organization that is still idle is the Five Decays of Heaven and Man where Dostoyevsky belongs.

After all, the well-meaning Russian actually contributed a lot to mimic being able to stir up trouble in Yokohama so smoothly.

Gojo Satoru would sometimes go out to eat dessert with Gogol, and then visit the detective agency alone with a whole bag of snacks.

After all, compared to the port mafia, the Armed Detective Agency can be regarded as peaceful and tranquil—if all kinds of attacks are ignored.

The situation is getting worse and worse, and Gojo Satoru can always get detailed information from the trio of Dostoevsky and Lupin in the bar, and he can barely sort out the current development of the situation.

In addition, the white-haired youth wandered around the city like a ghost—the injury of Ryunosuke Akutagawa, the betrayal of Ango Sakaguchi, and the gradually silent bar, all captured by those dangerous six eyes down.

this is a good chance.

Gojo Satoru affirmed this point of view more and more in his heart.

After making up his mind, he took out his mobile phone and called Gogol.

***

Andre Gide was wearing a tattered gray robe, and his expression was dull but somewhat distorted.There was a light in his eyes—the frenzied light of a dying man, hotter than lava, brighter than the sun.

He lowered his head and muttered to himself in the dilapidated base of Mimic: "Oda Sakunosuke... Sakunosuke...he is my man of destiny, I will be killed by this person eventually...!"

Where he didn't notice, on the street outside the building, Gojo Satoru and Gogol stood there, listening to what he said.

Wutiao shook his ears, speechlessness was written all over his face.

Since Gojo Satoru didn't intend to attack Gide, the other party's supernatural ability "Narrow Gate", which is very similar to Oda Sakunosuke, naturally did not activate.

The young man coughed twice, and said to Gogol beside him, "It seems that I have to ask you to do this, Nikolai."

Gogol looked back at him with a tolerant smile: "What's the matter? Did something surprising happen?"

"It is indeed a huge surprise," Gojo Satoru replied slowly, "That Mr. Andre Gide seems to unilaterally regard Odasaku as his lifelong enemy."

Gogol smiled: "?"

Gojo Satoru explained, although his words were really unpleasant: "It's like you unilaterally regard Fyodor as your best friend."

Gogol's smile gradually became dangerous: "Can you please say it again, Wu?"

Gojo Satoru, who has been unconsciously stabbing people's hearts all day and night, has an innocent face: "What's wrong? Could it be that I said something wrong?"

However, Gogol calmed down: "Indeed, what you said is very likely to be correct. After all, I have never quite understood what Tuo Sijun was thinking, but he was very concerned about the thoughts of most people, including me. Clearly."

"—Although whether he can be counted as my friend or not, all I need is my unilateral approval."

The man said with a smile, some long bangs covered his golden eyes.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help being shocked when he heard this: "Nikolai, you are much smarter than I thought!"

Gogol couldn't hold back and typed another question mark: "?"

However, the boy continued on his own: "Just like you, Andre Gide doesn't care what Oda Sakunosuke thinks of him. Even if Oda Sakuno doesn't intend to kill him-I'm sure, That guy will never agree, and Gide will use other methods to force him."

Countless thoughts passed through Gogol's mind, and he captured the most likely point in an instant: "For example..."

Gojo Satoru interrupted him enthusiastically, and said excitedly: "That's right, he will definitely attack Osamu Dazai!"

Gogol: "..."

No, I don't think so.

Gojo happily winked at Gogol, and almost couldn't wait to run to Gang Hei to laugh at Osamu Dazai, and convey this news to him by the way:

"Let's split up, goodbye!"

Gogol: "..."

It's just that your IQ is lower than I thought.

Gojo Satoru happily walked into the port mafia with cheerful steps.

Because he sometimes takes jobs from the Port Mafia, there's no stopping him—although no one can stop him either.

Wujo turned eastward and westward, and slipped into Osamu Dazai's office familiarly.

He pushed open the door and observed the situation inside through a gap, and unexpectedly found that no one was there.

Gojo Satoru used his flexible body again to open the door without attracting anyone's attention, and went straight to Dazai Osamu's desk.

—Some unopened desserts on top.

After the youth wiped out more than half of the snacks, Osamu Dazai finally returned to his office with a tired face.

Then he saw Gojo Satoru sneakily nibbling on a biscuit.

Osamu Dazai "..." After a while, he turned on the light in the office very calmly: "What are you doing here? I remember that we have basically made an appointment before, right?"

"I got some new news from Gide, and it's the type that you will definitely be interested in," Gojo Satoru was still biting the biscuit, "about Odasaku."

Osamu Dazai's eyes trembled slightly: "What do you mean?"

Gojo Satoru looked serious: "Andre Gide regards Oda as his old enemy, and plans to fight him in a life-and-death battle."

"But Sakunosuke Oda doesn't kill people."

Osamu Dazai quickly realized this: "So Andre Gide will definitely use other conditions to force Odasaku..."

After thinking about it for a while, Dazai thanked Gojo with rare gratitude: "Thank you, I will send someone to guard Oda for the group of orphans we adopted."

It was only then that Gojo Satoru remembered that Oda Sakunosuke still had such a strange hobby: "..."

Dazai Osamu looked at Gojo Satoru's delicate face, and asked with some doubts: "What's the matter?"

Because of the news brought by the five articles, his attitude towards the other party today can be said to be very good.

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth with difficulty and denied, "...it's nothing."

Under Dazai Osamu's puzzled eyes, Gojo maintained that expression and walked to the door of the office.

He suddenly thought of something: "Where's Chuya? Have you returned from a business trip?"

Osamu Dazai twitched his lips: "Mr. Mori suddenly changed his mind before, and that guy is now continuing to do some mindless tasks in Yokohama."

Gojo Satoru let out a "huh", and Kwon responded to Dazai's words: "If we meet, I will say hello to Chuya."

With that said, he slammed the door shut and left Port Mafia.

In the next few days, the fighting became more and more chaotic.

Corpses, the crash of guns, and the wailing from the mouth... These things have always been the main theme of this dark city.

Gojo Satoru entrusted the matter to different people - Dazai Osamu, Gogol, and even Ayatsuji pedestrians, so that he could remain at ease in this increasingly bloody war.

He was digging for cakes at the dessert shop where he met Ayatsuji pedestrians last time.

Gojo Satoru sat here for about half an hour, and after ordering two different drinks, he finally waited for Ayatsuji pedestrian.

The blond youth looked tense.

He and Gojo Satoru made an appointment here to discuss some important matters - for example, how to get the Japanese government to pardon Gogol's crimes after this, such a very serious topic.

However, after he finally sat down, before Gojo Satoru raised the wrist wearing the watch and said to him, "You're an hour late," Ayatsuji pedestrian said bluntly:

"I ran into some trouble along the way."

After explaining that he didn't come late on purpose, the young man continued: "Also, I think your friend is also in some trouble."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows: "Who? Did you deduce it, big detective?"

"I saw mimic's car..." Ayatsuji pedestrian replied coldly, "I don't think you care about other evidence."

The implication is that he doesn't really want to explain this problem to Gojo Satoru.

"Actually," the white-haired young man was not in a hurry to rescue his friend—after all, Osamu Dazai promised him to send someone there—but returned to the original topic of the two, "I thought of a good way. About how to get away with it quickly."

Ayatsuji pedestrians looked at him.

Gojo Satoru stood up: "There is only one type of person in the world who cannot be punished by violent agencies after committing a crime."

Ayatsuji pedestrians watched the young man walk out of the dessert shop, and turned in one direction with a clear purpose.

"I see." The detective lowered his eyes and stood up,

"dead."

He gave the answer to Gojo Satoru's words.

On the other side, Gojo Satoru was not like the leisurely Ayatsuji Pedestrian, who unhurriedly packed a bag of desserts.

He was busy rushing to Oda Sakunosuke's residence.

However, his speed slowed down at a certain intersection.

Gojo Satoru stopped in the middle of the intersection, sighed, and called, "Chuya."

Above him, a small black figure jumped down from the side roof and landed on the ground with a bang, smashing a huge hole in the concrete floor.

Gojo Satoru sighed again: "Let's not talk about what Mori Ogai is thinking, Chuya, if you wantonly destroy public facilities like this, will that black-hearted boss really pay the compensation for you?"