I, in a Jujutsu Kaisen Manga, Take the Detective Conan World by Storm Chapter 169 : The Strongest Cursed User

A gentle breeze passed by, and the wind chis at the entrance of the dessert shop made a soft tinkling sound. Jiang Lai stepped into the dessert shop, and the rich, sweet aroma hit him in the face. The shelves displayed freshly baked little cakes.

Jiang Lai's gaze unconsciously swept around, collecting detailed information.

The shop clerk responsible for arranging the little cakes had left in great haste. The sweets on the plates hadn't been fully distributed yet, and so had even been knocked over, with cream sared across a large area at the bottom.

In this sowhat chaotic environnt, Gojo Satoru, who was leisurely sitting by the window with his long legs crossed, appeared sowhat out of place.

Facing Jiang Lai who had walked into the dessert shop, Gojo Satoru showed no particular reaction. He maintained his usual carefree attitude.

However, when the distance shortened to a certain degree, the white-haired man put down the dessert fork in his hand.

This subtle movent made Jiang Lai pause slightly in his steps.

Jiang Lai had always been unguarded around friends, so he hadn't deployed his spatial techniques around himself.

Beside his good friend Gojo Satoru from the Jujutsu world, he could always show his most relaxed deanor, because he knew the other wouldn't harm him.

But now, with his keen senses, Jiang Lai acutely detected threads of danger in that montary action.

His sixth sense made him cautiously stop.

"......"

Sweet aromas floated through the dessert shop, the air was incredibly quiet, and neither of them made any other movents for a mont.

Jiang Lai's gaze fell on the dessert fork the other had put down, then lifted, and he was the first to break this silence, saying: "Are you not eating anymore, Satoru?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly, then smiled: "The cake can be enjoyed later. I think your strength is worth temporarily putting down my dessert fork and getting a bit serious."

These words were very direct. Jiang Lai could hear the aning contained within: Gojo Satoru had put down his dessert fork to prepare for battle.

However, understanding this only made Jiang Lai's heart skip a beat.

This kind of attitude... Gojo Satoru was treating him as an enemy, but why?!

During the mont Jiang Lai was stunned, Gojo Satoru propped his chin with one hand and added: "You're quite the friendly type, aren't you, calling by my first na instead of my surna. But I'm not so friendly. Take back that way of addressing ."

His lips still curved in a smile, but the smile was mixed with distant coldness, and the frosty chill even lowered the surrounding temperature by a degree.

The strongest Six Eyes released part of his cursed energy, and the oppressive aura pressed down like an invisible giant hand, as suffocating as heavy seawater.

Jiang Lai didn't avoid this pressure. He blinked gently: "......You don't rember who I am?"

"Have we t?" Gojo Satoru placed his index finger against his lips, leaning back against the chair back with a casual posture. "Although I usually don't rember people well, I should have an impression of soone with your level of ability."

The white-haired man seed to think for a few seconds, then spread his hands gracefully and said simply: "Forget it, doesn't matter."

Jiang Lai remained silent, watching the familiar figure before him.

The other didn't seem to be joking. Every movent indicated that he had no impression of himself.

In this world of Zhuangzi's dawn dream where butterflies were confused, had Gojo Satoru's mories about himself all been blocked?

Jiang Lai: ......Thinking back, he had once used amnesia to tease the other. Now the tables had turned, and it was the other's turn to have amnesia.

What was this? Could it be that in Gojo Satoru's subconscious, there was still resentnt about his using amnesia to scare him back then, so this ti he wanted to get revenge?

Jiang Lai felt sowhat amused and helpless, his thoughts running wild.

Or perhaps it was because [Crossroads] had detected that biggest variable factor, so it removed this biggest variable factor (naly, Jiang Lai himself).

Thus creating a new world.

In a short ti, Jiang Lai quickly analyzed the possible reasons in his mind.

Regardless of which reason it was, the result pointed to one thing: the current Gojo Satoru didn't recognize him.

Jiang Lai took a deep breath.

Although emotionally he couldn't help feeling down, his reason was still operating, telling him he must pull himself together and find a way to solve the situation before him, to pull his friend out of this Crossroads Tower.

"So what exactly are you here to do?" Gojo Satoru leaned against the chair back, his crossed leg swaying intermittently. "Did those rotten oranges push you over to negotiate with , or are they planning to send you to try to stop ?"

Hearing this, Jiang Lai frowned slightly, catching so information: "The news reported there was a terrorist attack nearby. Are you referring to yourself?"

"That's not very precise. I haven't done anything yet~" Gojo Satoru spread his hands, his voice rising at the end, fabricating an innocent tone.

......Which ant the terrorist attack perpetrator ntioned in the news really was referring to Gojo Satoru?!

Jiang Lai found this sowhat unbelievable. He widened his eyes slightly and said unconsciously: "Why? You're not soone who would kill innocents indiscriminately."

Gojo Satoru rested one hand on the table, tilting his head slightly and smiling: "Hmm? Are you speaking up for ... or for the rotten oranges?"

"I'm speaking up for my own judgnt." Jiang Lai raised his eyelids, his tone calm. "I know you're not that kind of person."

"You talk as if you know so well."

"I do know you." Jiang Lai nodded seriously, saying the rest in his heart: Just as you know .

Gojo Satoru turned his face. He wore an eye mask, but it was as if he was making eye contact.

He stared at Jiang Lai for two or three seconds: "Your friendliness has reached this extent?"

These rciless and sharp words were like a sword.

Then, Gojo Satoru tapped his right palm with his left hand: "Oh, but it's not that strange either. There must be many people who want to understand , think they understand , and try to figure out my thoughts. Ah well, who made this invincibly handso so famous~~"

It was a smug, exaggerated tone, but this emotion was only surface-level.

The heart of the strongest Six Eyes remained cold.

Jiang Lai also felt sowhat cold. Although reason understood very clearly, having an intimate friend suddenly treat him coldly, anyone would struggle to adjust their emotions imdiately.

He lowered his eyelids, his gaze falling to the ground, temporarily not wanting to have contact with the person before him.

Gojo Satoru by the window seed to develop so interest, or perhaps pure mockery. His thin lips curved slightly as he drawled: "What's wrong? Nothing to say?"

"When the listener doesn't want to listen, whatever I say is wrong." Jiang Lai replied lightly. "Since you've already preconceived notions and labeled , I have nothing more to say."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly: "How did I label you?"

"You said I was overly familiar and presumptuous, and you keep trying to associate with those rotten oranges." Jiang Lai paused. "I don't like it."

His words were incredibly sincere, with barely detectable grievance hidden within. Jiang Lai rarely cared about others' opinions. He wouldn't be hurt by malicious words or public opinion. A solid shell built a fortress around his heart. But words from friends could pierce through that shell.

"......" Gojo Satoru maintained his previous posture. After a mont, he lowered his crossed hands. "What a strange fellow... I'm a bit confused about your purpose for coming here."

His tone wasn't as frivolous as before, now slightly more stable, carrying so seriousness.

Then he added: "Well, but hearing you also use the term 'rotten oranges' does feel more familiar. It seems you weren't sent by those old geezers? Then what are you doing here?"

"I heard there was a terrorist attack." Jiang Lai said. "So I ca to see what was happening."

It sounded just like "hearing strange noises from the closet and opening it to check" in a horror movie.

This straightforward answer left even Gojo Satoru with a rare expression of being at a loss for words, because he could tell the other was speaking the truth.

In a brief fraction of a second, Gojo Satoru found himself sowhat speechless.

Jiang Lai's response was indeed the truth, just not the complete truth. He didn't ntion that his next objective was to use this opportunity to find the other.

After a mont of quiet air, Gojo Satoru rested one hand against his curved lips: "I'm montarily at a loss for words. But I feel you're rather interesting, adding so entertainnt to my boring life."

"So, as a reward, I'll chat with you a bit more." Gojo Satoru picked up the dessert fork from earlier with one hand, saying cheerfully, "There's no terrorist attack. I just ca to eat desserts. Today is the special sale day for Mori no Kusa strawberry mousse. Of course~ I couldn't miss it."

His voice rose slightly, sounding like he was in a good mood. His crossed leg swayed lightly with the rhythm, a picture of leisure.

The cold pressure that had faintly appeared earlier now quietly withdrew, coming and going like the tide without a trace.

Jiang Lai still stood in place. He wasn't sure whether the other's words had always been like this, or if he had changed his mind at the last mont. But he felt it was probably the forr.

Actually, he still didn't understand what exactly was going on with Gojo Satoru here.

So he simply continued asking: "Since you're just passing by to eat desserts, why would the news report it that way?"

The reason he asked directly again was because Jiang Lai could see that Gojo Satoru was currently in a decent mood, probably because he was enjoying his dessert.

Or perhaps subconsciously, Gojo Satoru still rembered him, so even though his mories were temporarily blocked, he would still show more patience and tolerance toward him.

Hearing Jiang Lai's question, Gojo Satoru's eyebrows raised slightly under his eye mask: "Are you really from the jujutsu world? You're like a primitive person who just ca out of seclusion in a cave, or so guy who popped out of ancient ruins? Your clothes are pretty retro too."

Jiang Lai: "......" He didn't want to speak again.

At this mont, Gojo Satoru had already finished that small cake. He put down the dessert fork in his hand, gently wiped his hands with a wet napkin beside him, then lowered his previously rolled-up sleeves.

Sunlight from outside the window shone through the glass, illuminating the white-haired man's perfectly refined profile.

He looked nonchalant, his thin lips slightly parted, and in his casual movents, he revealed so dangerous undercurrents, like a snow mountain storm sweeping across a cliff and bursting forth with a trace of sharpness, or like the glint in a beast's eyes flashing in the dark night when it lies dormant.

Words were then slowly spoken:

"Because I am the strongest cursed user."