The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Two days later, outside the hotel gate.

A boy with white hair and blue eyes was handing out a black invitation letter to the waiter standing at the door.

Standing beside him was a somewhat petite girl, wearing a dark long skirt, with the appearance of a typical Asian beauty.A man and a woman with beautiful figures easily attracted the eyes of everyone who came to the banquet, but both of them seemed to have not noticed it, and walked in without looking back after confirming their qualifications.

These two people are Gojo Satoru and Edogawa Ranpo dressed in women's clothing.

The detective wearing a long black wig went straight to the table full of desserts after entering the venue, while Gojo Satoru carefully observed the layout of the hall and various passages before raising his legs He walked over to his companion without hesitation.

However, just after eating something with Ranpo Edogawa, a voice that was not familiar with him, but who always wanted to be beaten, rang in the ears of the two of them: "Oh, this is not throwing me from upstairs Wujo Gokun?"

A boy with curly black hair sat down on the seat next to Wutiao: "What a coincidence, are you also here for business?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at Edogawa Ranpo, and found that this guy who didn't have the same mentality at all was still stuffing cakes into his mouth, and he didn't intend to look at him at all.

So he had no choice but to turn his head and look at Osamu Dazai who was staring at him with his chin propped up and smiling: "You are a reserve cadre of the port mafia, right? Is it a normal place?"

"Because I've always wanted to see Gojo-kun again," Osamu Dazai threw the conversation back lightly, "so I specifically applied to Mr. Mori to come here to meet you—and the famous member of the Armed Detective Agency. Edogawa Ranpo-san, meet me."

The suffix of this name is really bad enough.

After hearing his name, Ranpo Edogawa finally pulled himself out of the dessert paradise, and looked up at Osamu Dazai, who should belong to the hostile organization.

However, the detective just looked around a few times, then quickly lowered his head again, and said in a boring tone: "There is no need to come here specially, isn't the outcome of this matter already decided?"

When Osamu Dazai heard this, the curvature of the corners of his mouth did not change much, but the color in his eyes darkened a little: "As expected of Miss Edogawa Ranpo, it is really better to see once than to hear a hundred times." Applauding, it can be seen that he is not sincere at all, "But I still have something else to do - about Wujo-kun."

Gojo Wu secretly said: Here we come.

When Qiaotou met for the first time, Gojo could see that Dazai Osamu and the historical writer with the same name probably had little overlap.Nakahara Chuya is still a short-tempered dwarf, which is a relatively similar example; while Edogawa Ranpo is not at all the appearance of "using writing to vent his dark desires" that Hirai Taro claimed in history, and can even be called It's an optimist.

As for Osamu Dazai, a guy who can suppress Chuya in the Central Plains with his mouth and head is naturally impossible to be a kind person. Should it be said that the castle is extremely deep?Still a little cloudy?

In short, although Gojo Satoru is hated by others, he is also very aware that his personality has never been likable.And although he doesn't care about his popularity, he still has to be wary of other people's revenge on him occasionally.

——For example, now, isn’t this coming?

Gojo Satoru stared at Osamu Dazai with eyes that were different from ordinary people.Although he couldn't see any subtle clues because of the reason of "disqualification in the world", his fairly clever mind allowed him to see his emotions from Dazai's face in time.

Uncharacteristically, this mafia reserve cadre who doesn't like to be outspoken, even frankly stated his purpose to Gojo Satoru: "I'm here for cooperation."

After thinking for a while, Wutiao understood what he meant: "Weicheng Yuanji?"

Dazai nodded slightly at him.

... Although he knew that he was not very successful in concealing it, but his old club had seen through it all.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but feel a little speechless towards the direct subordinate of the former mafia leader who seemed to have a bad mind, Mr. Ojo Motoki.

Osamu Dazai seems to have really come to talk about cooperation: "The organization that has reached cooperation with Ojo Genji is quite special. It is best not to have any contact with Hong Kong gangsters and Butei——it can only be done by you, Gojo Satoru, you Although you are a potential member of the Armed Detective Agency on the surface, all three of us know that you are still a free man in essence."

The three parties here naturally refer to the three-legged force in Yokohama, the Supernatural Secret Service, the Armed Detective Agency, and the Port Mafia.

It seems that Hong Kong gangsters have reached a cooperation with this relatively "special" organization under the acquiescence of the other two parties-probably in exchange for the information in the hands of Weicheng Yuanji.But it was not easy to come forward to contact him directly, so he asked himself, a person with a special stand, to contact him.

Gojo Satoru looked towards a corner of the hall, just in time to see the new leader of the Port Mafia, who had not been in office for a few years, laughing back and forth with a group of government officials.

Seeing Mori Ogai's smiling face as if he didn't understand everything, he was busy with you and me toasting, the boy couldn't help pursing his mouth quietly.

And that "special" organization did not have any spirit of contract, and sold Weicheng Yuanji directly backhandedly-but this also shows that this man has always been under the control of the port mafia.As for what kind of information was exchanged between the two organizations conducting the transaction, that was out of Gojo Satoru's consideration.

He just began to ridicule the idiot Mocheng Yuanji with some sarcasm in his heart.

Although Gojo Satoru was not as clever as this group of original writers who were far superior to ordinary people, he was indeed a smart person.He just spent a few seconds thinking about it, and he guessed the current situation pretty well.

Gojo turned his head and glanced at Edogawa who seemed to know nothing. After sighing, he turned his head back and asked Osamu Dazai who had turned serious at some point, "What organization is it?"

The boy whose right eye was covered by a bandage drooped his eyelashes and replied in a low voice, "The international terrorist organization 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man'. The one who was sent here this time should be the clown Gogol."

After a pause, Dazai continued to add after the person on the other side seemed to digest the news: "However, the demon Dostoevsky of the same organization is probably also conducting remote command behind the scenes."

After Gojo Satoru recited the names of these two familiar writers in his mind a few times, he suddenly realized something and asked, "Joker? Is Gogol very good at cross-dressing?"

Osamu Dazai put on his hypocritical commercial smile again: "I don't know about that. In terms of specific abilities, the 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man' has been hiding it very well."

However, the boy has connected the last clues together:

The one who smiled at him at the scene of the murder was probably Nikolai Gogol, who belonged to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.

"I understand," Gojo Satoru turned his face to the side, and replied coldly, "Is my task just to bring back Yuanji Weicheng alive? You don't value the integrity of some of his limbs, do you?"

"That's right," Osamu Dazai glanced at Gojo subtly when he heard this, "but the tongue must be kept, because we still need him to say something."

This conversation with Mafia characteristics didn't make Gojo Satoru feel that there was anything wrong.

At this time, a waiter wearing a uniform black vest and a bow tie passed by the two of them with a plate full of wine.

Gojo Satoru, who had just finished discussing with Osamu Dazai, happened to be a little thirsty, so he turned to look at him and said, "Give me a glass of apple juice."

Osamu Dazai followed suit and ordered a cup of tequila.He sneered at Gojo Satoru without mercy: "Are you still a babbling baby? You came to the banquet and ordered apple juice?"

Only then did Gojo Satoru look away from the waiter who had already walked away.He lowered his eyelids, looking at the drink in his hand, his reaction was not as intense as usual: "I don't drink."

Dazai, about to be 16 years old, often drinking because of entertainment, Ji began to guess: "Because you are not yet an adult? Could it be that, Wujo, you are actually a good and law-abiding baby?"

After saying this, Dazai couldn't hold back and burst out laughing directly in Wutiao's eyes that were not smiling.

"Of course not." Wujo Satoru also laughed, but his voice was cold as if he was about to freeze to death, "Because drinking alcohol will slow down the brain's processing speed of information, making me lack corresponding vigilance."

"Eat too much dessert." Osamu Dazai began to disrupt the situation.

"No way, desserts are omnipotent," Gojo Satoru insisted unmoved, "And according to what you mean, someone came to investigate my information after that, right?"

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "It's the most powerful intelligence officer in Hong Kong who is in charge, Gojo-kun, do you feel very happy?"

The white-haired boy gave him a cold look, then stood up and said, "Let's go."

When Dazai heard this, he looked at him suspiciously, and blinked: "What?"

Gojo Satoru said indifferently, "It was Gogol who gave us drinks just now. I don't believe you didn't see his disguise."

"—However, you are really good at pouring wine into your stomach without confirming whether it is poisoned or not."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide and said innocently, "Wouldn't it be better if he was poisoned? Not only would he be able to leave the task to Gojo-kun alone, but he would also usher in the long-awaited death I've been waiting for."

He chuckled: "Thinking about it makes me very happy."