Chapter 37 (Exclusive to Jinjiang Literature City)
Although they want to help Jing Yuan find the [book], how can they find Jing Yuan? Since the last assassination attempt, Jing Yuan's whereabouts have been deliberately hidden.
Their port mafia's influence is limited to Yokohama; beyond that, they are powerless. Especially with the Vongola family in Tokyo, they are even less likely to allow other forces to extend their reach there. Their previous ability to locate Jingyuan was entirely due to information provided by the Millefiore family.
How ridiculous! They are the ones who truly live on this land.
It's impossible for Mori Ōgai to say he had no issues with Byakuran, but when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Even if he was seething inside, Mori Ōgai still had to put on a smiling face when facing Byakuran.
If one day, Yokohama could become completely independent...
Chuuya Nakahara and Osamu Dazai had no idea what Mori Ougai was thinking. After all, they were just employees, and they did whatever their boss said. They didn't need to think too much about anything else.
Of course, Chuuya Nakahara was not the kind of person who overthought things. He was loyal to Mori Ōgai, so he would not question Mori Ōgai's decisions.
As for Dazai Osamu, although he could guess what his unscrupulous boss was up to, he thought it was less interesting than observing how much wine a slug's belly could hold.
"Dazai, where should we look for Kagemoto?" Chuuya asked his partner.
Dazai Osamu looked down at his phone and said, "To Tokyo."
"Where in Tokyo?" He knew he was going to Tokyo to find someone, but exactly where in Tokyo?
“How would I know about something like that?” Dazai Osamu closed his phone and said to Nakahara Chuuya with a smile, “How about we go to an amusement park in Tokyo for a few days? Maybe we’ll run into him there.”
Chuuya Nakahara rolled his eyes at him: "Do you think Jingyuan would still show up at an amusement park after surviving an assassination attempt?"
“Why not?” Dazai Osamu said. “Maybe he just likes to do the opposite.”
“Intuition,” Chuuya Nakahara said.
"Heh, the intuition of a mollusk?" Dazai Osamu made a provocative expression. "Completely unreliable."
"It's better than trying to take advantage of the situation." As his partner, Chuuya Nakahara knew Dazai Osamu's little scheme all too well.
"I really hate Chuuya the most!" Dazai Osamu made a disgusted expression. "I really hope Chuuya dies right away too."
"Even if you die, I won't die!" Chuuya Nakahara kicked him.
The two of them left Yokohama amidst their bickering.
Just as the Japanese supernatural community was planning to use the power of the outsider, Jingyuan, to resolve its own crisis, the Japanese sorcery community was also on the verge of destruction.
Their crisis comes not from cursed spirits, nor from the chaos of the timeline, but from a mysterious woman.
As the strongest sorcerer of his time, Gojo Satoru rarely encountered anyone who gave him a headache. Even those rotten oranges that exuded a rotten aura were never a concern for him. But now, Gojo Satoru felt that he could suddenly understand why the higher-ups would show a toothache expression whenever they saw him.
“Ms. Shinra, I think you’re more suited to the Mafia than the boring world of jutsu.” Gojo Satoru looked at the woman sitting on his sofa with sincere eyes.
The woman looked like she hadn't woken up yet; her usually neat and tidy short black hair was now a mess, her eyes were red, and she didn't react much to what Gojo Satoru said, as if her brain had shut down.
"You've been staying up all night playing games again?" Gojo Satoru said, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at her. "Is Candy Crush really that fun?"
"Anyway, it's more fun than those old men in the world of sorcery." Shinra yawned. "Seriously, Gojo-kun, aren't you going to consider my suggestion? Instead of spending every day either exorcising cursed spirits or on your way to exorcise them, wouldn't it be better to just kill all the sorcerers once and for all?"
In Shinra's view, since the "Laws of This World" stipulate that the power of cursed spirits and sorcerers will maintain an absolute balance, then as long as all the sorcerers die, the cursed spirits will naturally die as well. Moreover, compared to searching everywhere for cursed spirits who are good at hiding, sorcerers are easier to catch. Therefore, Shinra has suggested to Gojo Satoru more than once that all the sorcerers be killed.
"Tell me, is it possible that I'm also a sorcerer?" Gojo Satoru asked sincerely. "Do you really want me to die, Ms. Mori?"
"If your death can bring about the extinction of the cursed spirits, I think you should bravely face death," Shinra said sincerely. "Go and become a true, savior of the world, Gojo Satoru!"
Gojo Satoru sighed: "I've said it before, the birth of cursed spirits originates from ordinary people, and there's also a chance that cursed sorcerers will be born from among them. Even if I drag all the cursed sorcerers to their deaths right now, I still can't solve the problem at its source."
"Then let's just kill all of humanity," Senlu suggested with a smile. "That way, we won't have any worries about the future."
"...Are you a devil?" Gojo Satoru said helplessly, "Don't just say things like 'exterminating your own kind' so easily."
"Why would you think I'm the same kind of person as you?" Senra looked at him with a strange expression.
Gojo Satoru blinked: "Aren't you human?"
In any case, his six eyes couldn't tell the difference between Senro and other humans.
“According to you, I should be considered an alien.” Senlu tilted his head and thought for a moment. “Although we have similar appearances, we are definitely not the same kind of beings.”
"I see." Gojo understood.
No wonder this person could talk about wiping out all of humanity so casually; it turns out this woman is from another planet.
"Is she so quick to learn?" Senluo was somewhat surprised.
Gojo Satoru: "Hmm~"
Shinra, too lazy to investigate whether Gojo Satoru knew something beforehand, yawned, and squeezed out a few tears from the corner of his eye: "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Not yet." Gojo Satoru took out his phone and glanced at the message from Fushiguro Megumi. A pleasant smile crept onto his lips. "I have to go back in a bit, so I won't be having breakfast with you."
Senro yawned again and said helplessly, "Looks like you're quite used to being an unmarried father."
"Are you envious?" Gojo Satoru asked with a smile.
“No,” Shinra said. “Does Fushiguro Megumi know that you killed his father?”
Gojo Satoru shrugged: "I was going to tell him, but he didn't want to hear it."
Fushiguro Megumi had absolutely no interest in that scumbag father who abandoned him and his sister, Tsumiki.
"What a pity," Senluo said. "I thought we'd see something like The Orphan of Zhao."
"How much do you hate me?" Gojo Satoru was completely exasperated. "Do you really want me to die that badly?"
“No, I actually like you a lot,” Shinra said. “You have a beautiful face and a very interesting personality.”
Gojo Satoru gave a curt "Oh".
He wouldn't believe a word Shinra said, not even the punctuation.
Seeing his coldness, Shinra couldn't help but become curious. She leaned closer, staring intently at Gojo Satoru: "What are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about what to have for lunch," Gojo Satoru said, poking Shinra's forehead with his finger and pulling the two of them apart. "Don't get so close to me."
"Dislike me"
“No, it’s just a case of being bitten by a snake once and being afraid of a rope for ten years,” Gojo Satoru said. “Your credit with me is zero.”
Gojo Satoru absolutely refused to believe what she was saying about this guy with a long criminal record.
"How heartless." Senluo stood up.
She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the students chasing and playing below. One of them had particularly noticeable frizzy hair.
"Do you think Fukuro Megumi would harm you if she knew you were her father's killer?" Senra asked.
Without waiting for Gojo Satoru's reply, Shinra laughed and said to himself, "He won't lay a hand on you. Someone like him is more likely to torture himself than kill someone."
Senro has seen far too many people like this. At first, he felt pity, but later he became accustomed to it, and now he even finds it laughable.
“He won’t have a good ending,” Senluo said. “People like him always find better ways to torture themselves.”
Whether it's love or hate, Fushiguro Megumi's ending is destined to be tragic.
If no one lends a hand to him.
Gojo Satoru's expression remained unchanged, a smile still playing on his lips, as if the person Shinra was talking about wasn't a student he had watched grow up, but just a stranger.
Senra didn't see the expression she hoped for and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but she quickly remembered something else interesting.
The Vongola family recently recruited Rokudo Mukuro into the Tenth Generation's Guardian camp. I wonder what the other Mafia families in Italy and the Avengers Prison will do?
Perhaps Gojo Satoru is right; compared to the lifeless world of Japanese sorcery, the Mafia in Italy is much more interesting.
However, she remembered the Black Organization's recent frequent activities, especially that Russian with the Siberian Plain Red Banner, and Shinra became reluctant to leave Japan.
"If the crow knew that it had never won that person's heart, it would cry itself to death."
Thinking of this, Senlu couldn't help but want to laugh so hard she rolled on the ground, and of course, she did just that.
Seeing Shinra suddenly fall ill, Gojo Satoru began to regret not covering the ground with glue, but it wasn't too late now.
Just as Gojo Satoru was pouring glue onto Shinra, his phone suddenly rang.
The caller ID showed a white lion.
"Why are you contacting me all of a sudden?" Gojo Satoru didn't care about sticking that little madman to the floor anymore and focused on talking to Jingyuan.
Although they always had each other's contact information, they rarely talked on the phone, communicating mainly through text messages, and even then, the frequency was pitifully low.
"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask you about something," Jingyuan said. "Has the Kamo family been making any moves lately?"
"Huh?" Gojo Satoru asked, puzzled. "I wasn't paying attention to them. What happened?"
"Have they made contact with any forces in Yokohama?" Jingyuan asked.
Gojo Satoru was somewhat surprised, not because he was surprised that the Kamo family would collude with the ability users in Yokohama, but because he felt that Kagemoto's investigation was progressing too quickly.
"I only received the news yesterday. Where did you find out from?" Gojo Satoru asked.
Kagemoto said, "I'm in Yokohama right now."
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