The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Zhong Yuanzhong is also used to this guy's indecency.In this imminent situation, the corner of Chu Fa's mouth was slightly pursed, as if he couldn't bear to answer: "Sorry, but this is the order of the leader."

"Okay, okay," Gojo Satoru spread his hands in a gesture of surrender, "I didn't expect Mori Ogai to really plan to let such a useful employee of his own sacrifice in vain—"

Before the words fell, Zhongyuanzhong was overturned by a huge force, and slammed into the wall of a building not far away.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand.

"I'm talking about you, Chuya."

He smiled and said, "Give up?"

Zhong Yuan was not injured.At the very moment, that is, the moment before he was thrown against the wall, he used his supernatural power.

Gravity counteracted the repulsive force used by Gojo Satoru, so that the boy would not lose his fighting power in the first round, maintaining the current stalemate.

But the two people present understood that as long as Wujo Satoru could be stopped here for a period of time, it would be enough—saving people is always an urgent task.

Wujo Wujo looked at the screaming crowd who had already scattered and fled, touched his chin, and asked Chuya Zhongya with some doubts: "As a mafia, do you care so much about the safety of the people?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The young man blushed with anger.

With a sudden leap, he landed near Gojo Satoru from a distance in an instant.

"Although there are many ways to kill you, it's a bit troublesome to keep you from getting hurt..." Gojo Satoru frowned in distress, "Chuya, do you mind leaving a short-term aftereffect after the battle?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the meaning and asked the question, and then floated in the air. The man who had obviously made up his mind felt that he was about to laugh angrily:

"I mind."

The young man replied coldly, the red and black lines had gradually spread on his arms——

Gojo Satoru knew at a glance that this was Nakahara Chuya's big forward move, he quickly raised his hand, and opened the treasure again.

"Infinite space."

The black spread for a moment, and then returned to the young man's hands.

After muttering, he hurriedly left a sentence "Sorry, but my big move is an instant mental attack!", bypassing Zhongyuan who was immobilized due to the huge amount of information, and continued to rush to the curry shop .

***

Before Gojo Satoru arrived at the curry shop, the smell of fireworks in the air had already entered his nostrils.

From time to time, the sound of huge explosions reached Wutiao's ears.

Even if he couldn't see the situation at the scene, Gojo Satoru guessed that the situation was probably not very good.With another light jump, he jumped directly from the roof of another nearby building to the second floor of the curry shop.

A place of ruins and corpses.

Gojo Satoru whistled leisurely: "Wow, it looks a bit exciting."

He glanced at the people lying on the ground and saw that there were significantly more Mafia members in black suits than on the other side.

This shows that the members of mimic are well-trained, and they have also made detailed plans for this operation.

Gojo Satoru stayed in place for two seconds, and after confirming the hiding places of those children, he walked over with his legs.

At this time, at the destination of Wujo, several children were hiding behind the black suits, watching them fight to the death with an unknown party.

The sound of the bullet being ejected almost made people's ears ring, and in this not-so-good symphony of death, the mafia who protected them also fell one after another.

Although, there are still so many enemies attacking them.

Everything seemed to be in despair.

Just when there were not many black suits left, everyone present suddenly heard a voice from their heads:

"Are you guys playing eagle and chicken?"

The man said with a pleasant smile: "Why don't you let me join in?"

Everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked at the ceiling.

Above their heads, a man in a clown suit and a poker mask is smiling at them.

"Good morning, good morning!"

The mimic member made a decisive decision and shot him immediately.

However, the man just flipped his cloak lightly, and instantly appeared behind the group of people.

The Mafia members looked at the person who seemed to be helping them, with a little confusion in their eyes.

Gogol followed the typical and exaggerated appearance of a magician, and bowed to everyone in front of him—although most of the mimic members who hadn’t turned around couldn’t see this action:

"Good morning again—! My name is Gogol, the reason for coming here—ah, why don't you guys guess this one?"

He narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up exaggeratedly: "If you guessed right, I can consider saving your life... Maybe, half life?"

"For Half-Life, is it the left half? The right half? Or the first half? The second half?" Gogol seemed to be really hesitant, "It's too troublesome—whatever you feel is good, just choose one!"

A member of the mimic raised his hand and shot him again.

However, before he could press the trigger, he heard a loud explosion next to his temple.

After seeing the enemy fall, Gogol dropped the pistol he teleported over, and with a dangerous smile on his face, he took his hand back.

These people in robes ignored their companions who had lost their voices, but stared at Gogol with a relaxed expression: "A teleportation-type superhuman...!"

And just when they raised their vigilance and prepared to adopt corresponding tactics to deal with this tricky superhuman, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind.

Within two seconds, they understood:

——That is not wind, but a force that is completely irresistible.

All the people were dragged out of the second floor, and fell hard on the open space in front of the store.

Gojo Satoru glanced at the mimic members outside who had been struggling to get up, but was quickly pushed back to the ground by his own ability, then fell to the floor expressionlessly, and walked towards Gogol.

He didn't seem to see the children who were eagerly looking at him at all. Instead, he first paid attention to Gogol who was in good condition: "You really can't wait."

"Huh?" Gogol tilted his head suspiciously, "Is it? Is it? Actually, I don't understand this feeling very well."

After telling a moderate lie according to his mood, he looked at the several adults and children who were still alive in the room.

He thought of something, and his expression suddenly became more cheerful: "Why don't I kill them? This way I can achieve my goal..."

Gojo Satoru's eyebrows twitched: "No."

Gogol tilted his head again: "Why? Isn't it more convenient to say this? Or do you really care about their lives?"

Gojo Satoru just looked at him with calm eyes.

After understanding that the two supernatural beings were discussing their own life and death issues, the few people who had finally escaped from the mimic's hands—the orphans adopted by Odasaku quietly shrank back to Gojo.

Gogol carefully observed the five beautiful blue eyes for a few seconds before he looked away from him and regretfully gave up the idea: "Well, I was just joking."

It's not a good plan to be beaten half to death now.

Although Gojo Satoru prevented Gogol from attacking, he didn't have much patience with the children.The young man turned his gaze to Xiao Le, who had met once before, and frowned: "What's your name..."

Before the stiff-bodied people answered his question, Gojo himself put it aside: "It doesn't matter, anyway, Oda Sakusuke will come to pick you up later."

"probably."

He thought about it again, and added this sentence uncertainly.

——After all, no one knows whether Gide has any backhands against Oda Sakunosuke besides these children.

But soon, Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke drove to the door of the curry shop.

When Oda saw the completely out-of-shape house, his heart was tense, and he almost couldn't breathe.

However, soon he saw through the car window the mimic members who were forced to be crushed on the ground, and the boss standing beside him with a helpless face, and realized that things might not be as bad as he thought.

The man with a shaggy beard slammed the door and got out of the car in a hurry—even Osamu Dazai rarely saw this man in such a hurry. How are they now?"

The boss wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It shouldn't be life-threatening, but..."

Before he finished saying "but", Oda Sakunosuke caught a glimpse of a beam of black light falling from the roof of the building out of the corner of his eye.

Gojo Satoru landed on the ground with a reluctant Gogol.

After being put on the ground, Gogol began to complain about Wutiao's impertinent movements, and looked at the other party with pitiful eyes, as if he was condemning Wutiao's ruthless heart.

The ruthless Gojo Satoru chose to ignore the unreasonable Gogol, and greeted Oda Sakunosuke: "If you want to take revenge, remember to take him with you."

Gojo Satoru pointed to Gogol who was squatting on the ground.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't care about this, and asked Wujo anxiously: "Where are the children?!"

"They're still alive," Gojo Satoru repeated his own words, "When you take revenge, remember to take Gogol with you. If you go alone, you will definitely die."

Oda Sakunosuke wanted to go upstairs to confirm the authenticity of the five words, but was stopped by Dazai Osamu: "Oda Sakuno, let the boss go up."

Then the man turned his head and asked, "Gogol?"

Gogol stood up, smiled at Oda Sakunosuke, "It's me."

Oda looked at Gojo: "Why?"

He was asking about Gojo Satoru's plan.

"Take him as a mercenary," Gojo Satoru didn't explain, "A very useful mercenary."

"I can't accompany you," the young man continued, "I have something else to do."

Oda Sakunosuke felt confused for a while.

He was just about to ask what was going on, when Osamu Dazai interjected to persuade him: "Odasaku, it's better to listen to Gojo—at least the joining of Nikolai Gogol can prevent you death."

Oda Sakunosuke frowned, but seeing that Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru didn't want to say more, he agreed: "Okay."

Finally, after confirming the safety of the children, Oda Sakunosuke took Gogol with him and set off for the mimic base.

The boss also took a few children and moved the location.

In front of the completely destroyed curry shop, only Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu were left.

Gojo Satoru didn't do the "one more thing" that he said, but reminded Dazai first: "I've already made the agreement on my side."

"Yes."

Dazai replied.

"Although what you said is correct," the boy looked at Gojo Satoru with a strange look, "but you are really willing to let someone important to you die..."

Osamu Dazai praised sincerely: "It's amazing."

***

After the battle.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the dead body of the man in front of him, but with the other hand he covered the blood-soaked wound on his shoulder.

Before he had time to lament the death of his enemy, Oda Sakunosuke hurriedly dragged his legs towards Gogol who was standing behind him.

He wanted to ask this strange man "Are you okay", but he knew in his heart that he didn't look okay at first glance.

The silver-haired youth was covering his abdomen with his hands, but he couldn't stop the bright red blood from flowing out.They gradually converged into a beautiful river, passed between Gogol's white fingers, and fell to the ground slowly, tick-tock.

It's like a waterfall made of red juice.

Gogol followed Oda Sakunosuke's gaze and looked down.When he saw the severe bleeding, he let out an "ah" and moved his hand away from his abdomen without hesitation.

Gogol smiled brightly: "This is hopeless!"

Oda Sakunosuke was flustered and confused.

Standing opposite Gogol, he didn't understand what he was doing, so he could only make a hasty face: "What are you doing, you should notify the hospital now!"

"No," Gogol said seriously, "my body cannot be moved."

Oda Sakunosuke: Although it seems that you cannot be saved, you are not dead yet! !

Without hesitation, he took out his mobile phone—the mobile phone, which was damaged in the battle just now.

The two faced each other and fell silent: "..."

Gogol's smile grew bigger and bigger.He was in a very good mood at the moment, even good enough to comfort Oda Sakunosuke, who had a bad face: "It doesn't matter, my pursuit is freedom, and freedom must be obtained through death—"

"After dying once, I can understand what is freedom behind that no one knows? Is it control? Or is it nothing?"

The young man sat down, as if he was not a dying person at all, and there was even an unreasonable blush on his face.

He emphasized:

"Don't stop me."

***

Gojo Satoru came to Oda Sakunosuke alone.

To be precise, he came to Gogol who had lost his voice.

Oda Sakunosuke heard the sound of him walking in here, and immediately turned his head to look over.The expression on the man's face was a little blank, he opened his mouth and said to Wutiao: "Your companion..."

"It's okay." Gojo Satoru glanced at the two corpses on the ground, the expression on his face remained unchanged, "Drag Gogol over here."

Oda Sakunosuke was even more puzzled.He felt that he should feel sad about Gogol's death, but whether it was the attitude of the person involved or the attitude of the person's companions, the man felt that it was even a little ridiculous.

He watched Wujo Satoru draw a strange formation on the ground.

Just when Gojo Satoru was doing something seriously, Osamu Dazai also ran in, raised his hand and greeted Oda Sakunosuke out of breath: "Original, Oda Saku!"

Oda Sakunosuke looked back at the past with dead fish eyes.

Only then did Osamu Dazai see Gojo Satoru who was drawing with chalk: "What are you doing?"

"Because I'm Caster," Gojo Gojo replied without raising his head, "so while recovering to a normal level, I probably understood some basic theories about magic."

He stood up and observed the magic circle under him: "Such as summoning."

Osamu Dazai complained: "I can't understand what you are talking about at all."

Gojo Satoru replied perfunctorily: "It's a professional theory, a professional theory. You don't need to understand it. Anyway, now I'm going to summon Gogol."

Oda Sakunosuke subconsciously looked back at the young man who was still lying on the ground.

Gojo Satoru here has already begun to order Dazai Osamu unceremoniously: "Hurry up and move the holy relic into the summoning array."

Dazai Osamu was shocked: "What is the holy relic? And I will not help you!"

So Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked at Oda Sakunosuke who hadn't figured out the situation: "Oda Saku, help me move Gogol here."

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

what are you doing?

Thought so, but he still dragged Gogol's body to the center of the circle without complaint.

It stands to reason that things drawn with chalk will become blurred after being rubbed.However, after this, Wujo Wuhua's formation was still clearly laid out on the floor.

"It's very rare," he complained next to him, "It's super rare to directly use your own corpse to summon a heroic spirit. Cherish this opportunity, both of you."

The two looked indifferent.

Osamu Dazai grasped the point: "Are you planning to summon Gogol as a heroic spirit? Will human beings become heroic spirits after death?"

Gojo Satoru gave Osamu Dazai a meaningful look: "The well-known ones will."

After saying this, he ignored other questions.

Gojo Satoru squatted down and began to chant the obscure summoning words:

"...Through the wheel of inhibition, appear, Guardian of Libra!"

When the last sentence fell, the room was gradually enveloped in smoke.

Osamu Dazai looked nervously at the top of the magic circle, unable to tell what it was like.

... so much happened on this day.However, even so, the young man couldn't help thinking, if a person becomes a heroic spirit after death, then what is his persistence all the time?

This mechanism can even blur the concept of life and death.

The smoke dissipated.

A man in a clown costume appeared in everyone's sight.

He kicked the corpse that looked exactly like himself under his feet, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, as long as there is the existence of 'Alaya' and the concept of 'Heroic Spirit', I will not be able to obtain true freedom."

He lowered his head and looked at the bright red three-stroke command spell on Gojo Gojo's left hand:

"Resist,"

"To a system that has taken hope away," he said.

The author has something to say: it's over.