Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

"You..." Edgar Allan Poe trembled. Although his main job was to write novels, his abilities and his profession complemented each other and had been tempered.

The United States where he lives is not so peaceful, but relying on supernatural powers, he survived safely.

But what he didn't expect at all was that his own ability had lost its effect.

"Who are you?" Edgar Allan Poe swallowed, feeling faint regret in his heart.

"Well, what do you think?" The boy blinked his left eye, and said something with a smile, and then his expression changed, "You haven't answered my question yet..."

Affected by the other party's ever-changing personality, social fear would flare up again. Poe could only tell the truth subconsciously.

"You look a little like a kid on a boat,? I've seen that before."

"Oh." The boy was taken aback for a moment, and then responded flatly.

Although social fear, but will subconsciously pay attention to details,? Or Edgar Allan Poe, who is socially fearful because he pays too much attention to details, is keenly aware of the boy's performance.

"you recognize……?"

"Did anyone tell you that you are very curious?" The boy didn't answer straight. He paused slightly and pointed in the direction of the entrance of the hall. "Then do you want to know what happened?"

Edgar Allan Poe's footsteps stopped, and his eyes covered by bangs looked at the hall vigilantly.

There is the sound of the wind blowing in my ears, the sound of beating the ship's side, and the barren and noisy sound from the hall before.

He swallowed slightly, feeling the slightly salty smell of the sea in his nasal cavity.

Poe sensed danger.

He subconsciously looked at the boy, but found that the boy had quietly approached the door of the hall, turned sideways and looked into the hall.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, he quietly followed, and saw the mime-like scene in the hall.

Some people looked terrified, while others covered up their excitement with a terrified expression. Then, as if in the blink of an eye, blood spattered.

Someone stabbed a friend around him with a table knife, someone swung a bench at the boss next to him, and someone pulled out a gun.gun.Mouth spit bullets.

But Poe's attention stayed on the man in the red dress in midair.Although he couldn't hear the sound, he could distinguish the words from the man's mouth.

[I.exist.you.them.Of.middle]

"...a ghost story?" Poe said to himself.

"It's a psychopath."

"Oh, thank you." Edgar Allan Poe bowed his head to express his gratitude, and when he raised his head, he looked back speechlessly at the other party, only to realize that the words just now were not for himself.

The atmosphere was awkward, and Poe shut up silently.

But the other party didn't say anything, and pressed the earphone between the slender ones, and let out a dissatisfied tsk.

"I'm not very good at physical skills. If I get attacked, it will be super painful."

I don't know what was said on the earphone, the boy muttered a few words, his expression was full of disgust, but his actions were not dissatisfied at all, and he rushed into the hall in a flash.

Standing behind him, Poe watched the other party dexterously avoid the attacks around him, and kept approaching the person using the supernatural power in the center of the field.

"...Psychic abilities are the most dangerous abilities." Poe slowly added.

His fingers tried to grab the hem of the boy's clothes, but was blocked by an invisible membrane.

"Yes... the ability is invalid?"

In the hall, after entering and being surrounded by abilities, the originally clear signal became intermittent.

However, compared to other people's phone calls that could not be dialed at all, the boy's headset is obviously a high-tech of the Supernatural Secret Service.

"So, why not just kill it?"

"Mr. Dazai, you know this is not allowed."

"Oh, what can I know? I don't know anything." Looking at the crowd caught in the fight with empty eyes, and then at the few men and women who are still awake and trying to stop the fighting, "For example, I don't know that The nature of the guy's ability is a rare spiritual system, I don't know the cooperation agreement you have reached with the Ming Z of the Clock Tower Servant, I don't know that you only want to deal with the Clock Tower Servant and want to snatch people from others."

"Oh, there's so much I don't know."

The sentence "Oops" made the contact person on the other end of the headset shiver uncontrollably, touched his bald head that seemed to have goosebumps, and finally took a deep breath helplessly to suppress his anger.

"Since you know so well, please cooperate with me." In fact, the Supernatural Secret Service Division originally had no intention of robbing the bell tower servants.

At this time, Yokohama is caught in the confrontation between the port mafia and the alien organization mimic. All the attention of the special agent department is monitoring the development of the situation, and there is no intention to deal with another powerful person. Organize bell tower attendants.

So at that time, they commissioned an armed detective agency to participate in this mission.

But by coincidence, just the day before the ship left the port, Osamu Dazai, a former port mafia cadre with a special ability of "disqualification in the world", decided to defect.

And in order to erase his traces and send his friends to leave Yokohama safely, he approached the official organization of Yokohama's abilities, the Special Agents Division.

As an organization opposed to the port mafia in black and white, the farming chief of the supernatural spy department only felt bald.Naturally, they had information about Osamu Dazai, and naturally knew each other's cunning and changeable character very well.

At this juncture, can Dazai Osamu be trusted?

If you believe it, what if it is a conspiracy by the port mafia?

If you don't believe it... Osamu Dazai's "Disqualification in the World" is too tempting.

The farming chief only felt that the top of his head was getting cooler, but then he remembered the boat.

He can't tell the truth from the lie for the time being, but it's okay to send you away. You can consider it when the matter in Yokohama is resolved.

However, even the Chief Farmer did not expect that the information given by the attendants of the clock tower was not accurate at all. The person they wanted to arrest was not at all the person with the ability to disguise as they said, but a person with spiritual abilities.

After receiving the news, Chief Farmer was overjoyed at first, thinking that with Osamu Dazai's ability, he might be able to keep the psychic supernatural person in Japan, and then his scalp went numb.

The port mafia... Could it be that they are targeting that psychic supernatural being?

But things have come to this point, and the farming chief can only gamble.

"Okay, okay, of course I will cooperate." Osamu Dazai walked in the chaotic crowd like a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, and even saved a girl who used karate to stun and kill a red-eyed person.

"It doesn't make any difference to the side that saves people." Touching the bandage under his chest, he felt the beating of his heart calmly, without any ups and downs.

Arriving in front of the supernatural being, he dexterously jumped onto the table, then raised his head to meet the confused eyes of the red dress, Osamu Dazai sighed slightly.

Psychic powers are very strong and rare, some can control people's thinking, some can control people's behavior, but the most frightening thing is that their abilities are hard to detect.

Like sharp knives that are ubiquitous, as long as people relax a little, they will kill people silently.

Of course, the opposite of their abilities is the fragile mental state of most psychic abilities.

Just like this one.

At this time, the supernatural being before Osamu Dazai just kept repeating "I am among you" and constantly releasing supernatural powers. People with evil intentions were manipulated by him to attack their own "enemies".

But his own eyes were empty, he completely lost consciousness, and he didn't even know that the danger was right in front of him.

"Oh, it's still troublesome." Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand decisively, and the moment he touched the supernatural being, it seemed like something was broken, and the space stagnated.

The ability of the psychic user in the red skirt suddenly failed, and the person also fell from the sky.

The people under his control fell down one after another like dumplings.

The rest who were not controlled were stunned for a moment, and their eyes showed joy and gratitude.

"Thank you."

"Thank you, sir."

Several weak and hoarse voices of gratitude sounded one after another, and all the conscious people looked at the young man in the field holding the wrist of the supernatural being in the red dress with full gratitude.

They didn't complain that the help came too slowly, which made Osamu Dazai, who had always had negative emotions such as hatred or fear, feel a little weird.

However, there was a gentle chuckle on his expression.

"You..." The supernatural being in the red skirt opened his eyes blankly, sat up slowly and looked at the environment in the hall, his temples throbbed suddenly, "Ah, I'm out of control again." "It seems You're awake." Osamu Dazai lowered his head and looked at the man calmly, "So do you know what you did?"

"I know." The supernatural person's expression was quite calm, "But I won't die anyway, it doesn't matter."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Because my ability is very rare." The person with the ability raised his chin slightly and rolled his eyes. On his masculine face, his expression was like that of a spoiled little girl. It was quite natural, "Even if my ability is out of control , and then kill a few ordinary people, the clock tower attendant will not do anything to me."

"Sounds like... this sort of thing happens a lot."

"Yeah, but this is the first time I've run out of Europe." The expression on the face of the supernatural person was eager to try, and then he seemed to remember something. He smiled and looked around the miserable scene, "Ordinary people, no one. People will care, after all, we have different values.”

"Is that so?" Osamu Dazai ignored the clear voice in the earphone, and opened the safety lock of the gun in his hand, "It's interesting, so what is your plan?"

"Naturally kill everyone on board, hee hee."

"Then wait for someone to rescue me and let them see my work."

"That expression of being angry but having to endure it is really beautiful."

With the whispers of the supernatural being, his eyes became confused again, but because Dazai Osamu's supernatural powers had been in effect, he did not fall into confusion in the end, and his eyes gradually recovered.

"Hey, you are also a supernatural person, you understand..."

Before the supernatural being could finish speaking, the whole ship suddenly shook, and there was a violent explosion in the cabin.

The author has something to say: it's still six thousand...

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