The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

Chapter 035

Gojo Satoru couldn't imagine how Dazai Osamu swallowed this whole plate of curry in his stomach.

If Osamu Dazai who can eat spicy curry is a ruthless person, then Sakunosuke Oda who likes spicy curry is a werewolf.

——Where is the store manager who made this biochemical weapon?This is no longer within the scope of Gojo Satoru's consideration.

However, Gojo Satoru looked at the red curry in front of him, and thought seriously: If I lose to Dazai in this kind of place, it would be too embarrassing.

He picked up the ceramic spoon next to the dinner plate expressionlessly, and slowly but firmly scooped up a spoonful of deadly curry. After staring at it for two seconds, a very reasonable thought popped up in his mind. Thoughts: Didn’t Dazai ask Odasaku to come to this restaurant to eat curry because he thought that he would be able to ascend to heaven after eating this thing?

Seeing Gojo Satoru's difficult appearance, Oda Sakunosuke said hesitantly: "If you really can't eat spicy food, you don't have to insist on Gojo."

Wujo didn't answer this question, but instead asked, "Where do you and Dazai usually have dinner together?"

"A bar," Oda Sakunosuke replied with some doubts, "what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Gojo Satoru shook his head and said, "Having said that, I suddenly thought of a perfect solution about how to eat curry."

He turned his head to look at the man, and at this critical moment, a half relaxed smile appeared on Gojo's face: "Look, Odasaku."

Oda Sakunosuke stared blankly, watching the young man in front of him stuff a few mouthfuls of curry straight into his mouth at lightning speed.

After a while, there was no change in his face.

Gojo Satoru shook his head, slapped the spoon on the table, and raised his nose triumphantly: "I'm the strongest!"

Oda Sakunosuke looked at him and fell silent.

The man thought carefully for a few seconds, and felt that children should be encouraged at such a time, so he quickly raised his hands and clapped his hands in front of his chest: "It's amazing."

Hearing this, Wujo Wu's nose turned even higher.

However, before he could smugly boast about it a few more times, another person stepped in at the door of the curry shop.

Black soft curly hair, dark brown almond eyes, a bandage covering half of her fair cheeks, and a slightly long black coat that hangs down to her knees.

Osamu Dazai walked in slowly, his expression looked gentle, but his dark eyes were covered with fog that could not fade away.

He smiled and stood between the positions of Oda Sakunosuke and Gojo Satoru: "You two didn't call me to eat curry? How heartless—"

"Wu Tiao, after all, we can be regarded as colleagues who have worked together for a few months, right?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head, lowered his eyes slightly, and pointed the muzzle at Gojo Satoru.

Because of his arrival, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly stagnated.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Mr. Osamu Dazai, a reserve cadre of the port mafia, is not in a good mood at this moment, and the reason for his bad mood is also obvious.

The white-haired boy who was the culprit was still holding his chin, because he was sitting, he was usually half a head taller than Dazai, he could only look up at the past.

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes, and said "hmm", as if he had pondered seriously for a while, before he opened his mouth and said, "There is no way out."

He moved forward with his right hand, and the spoon full of spicy curry followed his movement, directly piercing Dazai Osamu's mouth at a speed that ordinary people could not react to.

The store was quiet for a few more seconds, but this time it was for a completely different reason.

"Cough-cough cough cough!!! Vomit!!!"

Osamu Dazai seemed to be so hot that his eyes were about to roll out. At the moment of dying, he hastily stretched out his hand, grabbed a glass of water on the table and poured it into his mouth.

It took several minutes before he stopped his frantic movements amid Gojo Satoru's loud laughter.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the two with a dazed expression, thinking he was watching two cats scratching each other in a daze.

The later plot also showed that his idea was not wrong.

When Osamu Dazai saw Gojo Satoru with a wanton expression, his eyes showed some determination.When the other party didn't react, he suddenly stretched out his hand, but instead of grabbing the curry on the table, he just patted Wutiao's arm lightly.

The next moment, Gojo Satoru also broke out into a violent cough mixed with laughter.While weeping, he picked up the cup and began to pour water into his stomach vigorously.

Osamu Dazai succeeded in rebelling against the general, and mercilessly began to laugh loudly at Gojo Satoru: "The idiot gorilla who has to use supernatural powers to pretend to be aggressive when eating curry, deserves it!"

After a while, Gojo Satoru finally calmed down, and cursed back angrily: "What's wrong with me using unlimited spells to eat? It's better than you, a bastard idiot who still relies on tricks to commit suicide!"

Oda Sakunosuke tentatively made a sound, trying to be a peacemaker: "...It's okay, children don't like spicy food."

Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu couldn't bear to hear this, turned their heads, and asked angrily in unison: "Who is a child?!"

Oda Sakunosuke was silent.He looked at the two people with completely different hair and eye colors, but very similar expressions, and he clearly wrote a sentence in his eyes: It's just you two.

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai flew into a rage on the spot, pointing at Gojo Satoru and began to slander wildly, "It's nothing to be regarded as a child, it's not good to be with this kind of stupid idiot who has no brains and likes to beat people up, and if it gets out, it will definitely Suspected of the level of the port mafia!"

"I don't need me at all," Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth into a narrow smile, and directly sarcastically returned, "As long as Dazai you are in the port mafia for one day, the reputation of this organization will be killed for one day because of you."

The boy shook his head and sighed regretfully: "It's too bad, I really feel sorry for Zhongye. Not only do I have to do tasks with a mackerel partner who is jumping around in the river every day, but also because he was forced to endure poor reviews.”

The two were about to continue their chatter, when there were hurried footsteps from the stairwell from the second floor to the first floor.

A girl who seemed to be still young ran out staggeringly, and threw herself at Oda Sakunosuke who was sitting by the bar.After she got into the guardian's arms, she moved her eyes curiously and looked at the two people sitting next to her.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and quickly made a stop gesture.He frowned at the girl and asked, "What's your name?"

The girl shrank back a little scared.

Seeing this, Oda Sakunosuke replied for others: "Her name is Sakura."

Gojo Satoru showed a somewhat frivolous smile, but it looked pretty good with that innocent face: "Sakule must be a beauty when she grows up."

He seemed to have completely forgotten that he had said "hating children the most" a few minutes ago.

The little girl looked at the young man with a good-looking smile in front of her, and carefully turned around and smiled at him.

Osamu Dazai looked at Wujo with contempt: "You even tease a little girl of how old, Wujo, you really have no character."

Gojo Satoru stood up from his seat, looked down at Dazai condescendingly, and said, "Do people who try to commit suicide every day have the right to criticize me?"

If you really want to compare them, these two people are really the same, and neither of them can beat the other.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, grabbed Dazai Osamu's shirt collar at the back of his neck, and lifted him into the air like a cat.

The black-haired boy shrank his pupils, moved his neck subconsciously, and was about to struggle: "What do you want to do?!"

Gojo Satoru ignored his meaningless movements, and pointed his other finger outside: "Are you planning to disturb the happy family time of Oda Saku and his children? Go outside and talk about something."

Dazai Osamu was finally being carried obediently, but the emphasis on his mouth was changed: "Who agrees with you calling Odasaku Odasaku? Give me another name!"

"No," Gojo Gojo pursed his mouth, and took a step towards the door, "Dazai, cheapskate."

Dazai scolded angrily: "Wujo, you are an immature ghost!"

When Osamu Dazai scolded him, Gojo Satoru finally walked out of the store, found an open space and put Dazai back on the ground.

It was almost ten o'clock.

The late night in Yokohama is made up of the vague smell of gunpowder smoke, flickering street lights, and the confrontation between you and me.

After confirming that there was no one around, Gojo Satoru didn't talk nonsense, and said frankly: "I saved Oda Saku's life by the way before I met Dostoevsky."

Dazai Osamu didn't appreciate it, and sneered in a low voice: "That's the result of him trying to find out about your abilities. If it wasn't for Odasaku who happened to be by your side at that time, it would be impossible for him to be swept in by the dense fog."

"But in the future, he won't be threatened by Shibusawa Ryuhiko's ability anymore," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "You two let him escape, right?"

When the two of them had a serious discussion, Osamu Dazai suddenly changed to another topic: "Although you like to bring other people's names when you talk, such as that brainless slug-it makes them appear to you It’s as important as it is, but in my heart I don’t care about their situation at all.”

Gojo Satoru was not in a hurry, so he continued the conversation along the topic he had diverted: "Don't say that," the young man pursed his lips and smiled, "I haven't reached the point where I don't care about anyone."

"Sure enough," Dazai raised his head and looked at the dark sky, "You are the same as what Gogol said—he really sees through you, maybe there are some similarities between the two of you."

Gojo Satoru was stunned: "Did you really use that bug?"

"Since it's all on you, why not use it?" Dazai Zhizhi replied bluntly, "Maybe we can hear some interesting conversations?"

The boy ran a few steps and sat down on the chair by the side of the road before he asked in a drawn out voice, "Okay, what do you want from me?"

He seems to have changed his mind and is willing to chat with Wutiao.

"What happened in Italy," Gojo Satoru lowered his head, took out the newspaper and handed it over, "Do you know anything?"

After Osamu Dazai took it, he glanced at it casually, and then threw it into the trash can next to the seat: "It is said that there is something wrong there, but Yokohama itself is also overwhelmed by tens of billions of inheritance—so come to In the end, I still didn’t go.”

"But I'm probably going to send someone there soon," the boy added, "The Port Mafia and Pengo Li are allies after all."

"That's it."

Gojo Satoru said bluntly, "I also want to go to Italy."

Osamu Dazai didn't ask him "How do you plan to go to the mafia abroad as a member of the Supernatural Secret Service", but just nodded: "I understand." Poor, Chuya."

Gojo Satoru glanced at him and said calmly, "You are also very pitiful now."

Osamu Dazai raised his head suspiciously: "What?"

"I made an appointment with Oda Sakunosuke to go to the bar for a drink next time," Gojo said eloquently of the non-existent agreement between himself and Oda Sakunosuke, and stroked his bangs triumphantly, "Your corner was I pried it, Dazai."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back and slowly asked a question:

"...Do you have the ability to say it again?"

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, because I have a stomach problem + the final exam recently, I can't handle it in time, and I will resume the update on July 7.