Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The manager named Aomori Meiji, who was scooped up by Melles many years ago, was entirely because of his seemingly unremarkable name.

Aomori Meiji, the surname is the name of the middle school where the historical writer Osamu Dazai attended, and Meiji is the elementary school he attended.Because of this coincidence, a certain director decided to make him a less important pawn, but an indispensable pawn.

In addition, the other party is very reliable and has a very good professional ethics.Even though he has been in the gossip-rich entertainment industry for many years, there has never been any gossip from him.

It was fitting that some content should be left to him.

"Anyway, that's what happened."

Through subtle changes in tone and movement, Shuji Tsushima successfully interpreted the role of Pandora's Actor incisively and vividly while bearing the shell of Osamu Dazai in the script.

There was a little carelessness in his demeanor, he stared at Aomori's flustered expression through the rearview mirror, and slowly explained: "I came to the showbiz for fun, and I don't have too many ideas."

The young man turned his head away, staring at the rapidly receding scenery outside the window, his facial expression gradually became meaningless.

"At the end of the day, I'm only going to stay for two years."

After all, both inside and outside the script, two years is the biggest limit.

According to the specific arrangements in the past, two years later will be the period when the script kills himself, and for the server whose time flow is adjusted to the same, it should also be the time when Shuji Tsushima officially joins the Armed Detective Agency.

However, for an artist who has just entered the showbiz, the time is too short.

The chaotic thoughts barely calmed down. As Osamu Dazai's manager, Aomori focused on driving the car. After hesitating for a long time, he finally let go of his eyes and murmured: "Two years... if it is for a company that is in the limelight and has excellent resources For newcomers, the 20-year-old is still on the rise."

Even though he already knew what the backstage of his new artist was, Aomori Meiji still couldn't turn his brain circuit around for a while, and the direction of thinking subconsciously turned to the development trend of a normal artist.

Considering the resources that the company has piled up in front of Osamu Dazai, this is unmatched in the entire entertainment industry.However, this young man who is excellent in every aspect does not intend to develop for a long time. He is used to being a manager, so he can't help but feel sorry for the other party.

"Absolutely unnecessary."

Shuji Tsushima, who was sitting in the back seat, shook his head, fiddling with his manicured nails.

He seemed to be hesitating for a while whether to imitate his lover's habit of chewing and chewing, to feel the joy of doing so.In the end, considering Fyodor's bloody fingertips all year round, and his slight pause every time he touched the detergent when washing the dishes, he finally gave up his idea.

It looks like it will hurt, forget it.

A certain bandage spirit with nothing to do stretched in the car, as if trying to shake off his boring mood, and continued to recite the lines according to the script: "Two years later, the existence of Osamu Dazai should be removed from the world. Disappeared."

"Mr. Dazai, what do you mean by that?" Aomori, who didn't intend to interject at first, had a slightly surprised expression on his face, obviously he didn't feel that he misunderstood the young man's words.

Disappearing from the world, isn't that just...

Shuji Tsushima's mouth once again showed a playful smile unique to Pandora's Actor, and even those kite-colored eyes were smudged with darkness and obscurity that ordinary people could not understand.

"That is, don't be surprised if I die by then."

He didn't use Pandora's opera accent, or in other words, the man in this time period didn't evolve to be as crazy as he was at the beginning of the main drama, and his image didn't let himself go completely.

At least today's Pandora's Actor is more like a thoroughly dark villain than the future middle-two loser.

Ever since the new artist under his management exposed his tough background, as a manager, Aomori's heart has never been calmed down.His hands that were already gripping the steering wheel tightened even more, as if trying to cover up the slight tremors in his voice, and he replied in an erratic voice, "I don't quite understand, suddenly it's about death or something..."

He always felt that Osamu Dazai seemed to be a completely different person, and the previous soft and weeping performance was a complete disguise.Now this young man exuding a dangerous aura is his original appearance.

"Don't worry, it's not really dead."

Shuji Tsushima pursed his lips slightly, as if he hadn't recovered from the previous widow mode, his words and deeds were inadvertently tainted with a little elegance, and he added with a slightly gloomy expression: "It's just because of some things that must be dealt with. After two years, I need to leave for a while."

He seems to have some pain that he has to bear alone, and it is absolutely impossible to talk to outsiders easily, and he can only blur these topics at critical moments.

Soon, the youth's temperament returned to normal, as if he was just an ordinary person with elegant manners.

He leaned against the back of the seat, crossed his legs, and said softly when the atmosphere in the car was almost frozen: "Because we need to get along with each other for a long time in the past two years, let's tell Mr. Aomori something first, so as not to At that time, there will be unnecessary communication because of these things."

Having a bad premonition about what he was about to hear next, Aomori nodded hesitantly, with a rather reluctant expression on his face.

"...Okay." However, in fact, he was very satisfied with his current job salary, and he didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction in the face of this young man who was about to sit on Melles in the future.

No matter what he heard, Aomori had made a decision in his heart, absolutely not to talk nonsense.

Shuji Tsushima stretched out his slender fingers and gently stroked his warm cheek.There, not long ago, my lover kissed her as an elder, and the heat hasn't faded until now.

His cheeks were gradually blushing, and even the tone of his speech became shy without any sign, and he whispered shyly, "For example, the man just now, ah, the one who pushed me into the corner, he is My bedmate."

Whether it is inside or outside the script, there is no contradiction in such a statement.

Mikhail had indeed had the closest relationship with Pandora's Actor, and the two directors outside the script have been dating for a long time, and are currently waiting for a civil servant to issue a marriage certificate for them.

The problem is that an agent who was persecuted by the director did not know the inside story.

"What──???" Aomori suddenly raised his voice, and even the moving vehicles almost deviated from the route because of his reaction.The man remembered to turn the steering wheel a second before he was about to hit the barrier.

As the manager of Dazai Osamu, who was arranged by his immediate superior, Aomori naturally knew about the family situation of his artists.He already had a headache about the relationship between young people and his homosexuals. At least in today's environment, there are few people who want to frankly admit that they are gay in the entertainment industry.

Unexpectedly, more black material is still waiting for him here.

Since the Fyodor lying on the hospital bed is the lover of Osamu Dazai according to the news he received, another Russian who looks very young can only be the father of his lover.

What's more, Osamu Dazai called that man his uncle not long ago...

What is this all about?

"Pay attention to the road, Mr. Aomori, you don't want to get into a car accident before you arrive at the audition site, do you?"

Shuji Tsushima smiled maliciously, as if he didn't care about his life at all, and was tightly tied to the vehicle, some of which were just unconcealable jokes.

The private cars behind them also failed to overtake because of their unruly forward route, and honked their horns irritably.

Rather than a manager, Aomori, who may be more suitable to be called a nanny in the future, wiped off the cold sweat on his brow, managed to gather his composure and shouted: "Mr. Dazai, please don't make jokes at this time!"

He was trying hard to block out the voice of this young man who had not been with him for a long time, so that he could concentrate on driving the car, so that he would not have any accidents on the way.

However, Shuji Tsushima will definitely not do what he wants. This bandage may not be able to do anything else, and he is definitely the best at torturing people.

"Sorry, I was just joking. My fiancé is actually Fyodor." He spoke again, and successfully loaded the widow template, with a hint of sadness in his tone, "Besides him, there will be no one..."

The young man smiled apologetically, his eyes that originally revealed sadness were slightly closed, as if he had suddenly transformed from a bad kid who liked to play pranks to a very obedient baby in front of adults.

His tone was slightly weak, and his voice was rare and soft, "Also, um... because I usually have to deal with Melles' work, I may be very busy at certain times, if you see me suddenly change my attitude, don't feel that strangeness."

The manager Aomori let out a sigh of relief after being tormented by the young man until his heart was beating wildly. Considering the identity and background of the other party, he did not show his desire to beat him up.

He could only try his best to put his emotions back on track, try to ignore other redundant content, and asked with difficulty, "Sudden change of attitude?"

Shuji Tsushima pointed at himself with a natural expression.

"Just like now, the full-level little pitiful has turned into a demon king of ghosts and animals."

He didn't change his personality too much, but he restrained his frivolous attitude a little bit, so that a serious expression appeared on his cheeks.

"Also, don't mention this matter to anyone. My identity and everything behind it are not allowed to go out in any way for at least four years. Can it be done?"

This is crucial.

Aomori, who was in control of the steering wheel, was breathless. Faced with the suddenly serious atmosphere in the car, he also assured him in a very solemn tone: "...Mr. Dazai, don't worry, my mouth is very strict."

Of course he knew the seriousness of this sentence.Although Osamu Dazai failed to provide any evidence for revealing his identity, the contract that made it clear that money was stuffed into his pocket was enough to prove the authenticity of his words.

This young man who seems to be an orphan has a background that most people in the world cannot match.

"I know, that's why I approved your resume at the beginning." Hearing this, Shuji Tsushima just nodded indifferently, expressing his attitude at the same time.

To be selected by the director as a tool man who will not be life-threatening must have his unique features.

The young man didn't pay attention to his agent anymore, he obviously trusted the other party's guarantee, and then revealed some crucial information according to the script, "Four years later, if there is a primary school grade one, When the kid with glasses asks you about it, you tell him everything you know."

That's why he deliberately disclosed certain information with his manager for the next two years as Pandora's Actor.

Regarding the muddy water of the winery, the more muddy the more fun it is.

Shuji Tsushima could no longer suppress the arc of the corner of his mouth, and the smile on his cheek became more and more strange.It looks like a big villain thinking about something bad, cut his heart open, and what will flow out will be extremely turbid and filthy.

In fact, he's just alleviating his desire to laugh out loud in the right way.

"Oh, right."

The young man seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and he straightened up abruptly.He leaned his upper body to the front half of the car through the gap between the driver's seat and the co-pilot, then smiled and approached the manager's ear, lowering his voice to warn him.

"I don't want to hear you mention this matter when you are addicted to role-playing."

Facing the overly oppressive aura, Aomori, who was concentrating on driving, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, unable to say anything.He can only show that he has understood by nodding his head very slightly.

After threatening his manager, the curly-haired young man regained his gentle attitude, and sat quietly in the back seat for the second half of the journey, holding the script and carefully reading it.

The most important thing here has been dealt with.

In this way, Osamu Dazai in the script will not know the fact that someone will occupy his body at certain times.

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On the other side, Fyodor, who was staying in the hospital, also retreated from his old father's disguise.

He casually took out the laptop that was placed in the drawer of the bedside table, without any consideration for the patient, and directly threw it on the unconscious young man on the hospital bed, then turned around and stretched slowly waist.

No matter how warm and warm the sunlight outside was, it was still too hot for someone like him who was more used to being stuck in the computer room all year round.

Especially when he was alone, the feeling of being exposed to the sun made him a little uncomfortable.Although it was not to the point of being at a loss, it also made Fyodor, who was more accustomed to staying in the dark, in a bad mood.

A mouse is a mouse, even if he has been expelled from the mouse and plunged into the pile of salted fish, he is still a mouse in terms of the essence of the species, and he likes the corner of the gutter.

Only when he was with Shuji Tsushima, would he not be afraid of being exposed to the sun like this.

"Hmm... Shuji is gone too, I'm going to be bored recently."

The young man stared at the nanny car driving slowly out of the window, pinned the obstructive hair at the sideburns behind his ears, and retracted his pale fingertips from the glass window warmed by his body temperature.

"It's my side next." After taking away all the afternoon tea decorations, the ward returned to its original appearance.After all, the hospital is a place filled with various negative emotions of human beings. Occasionally, it can welcome the arrival of a new life, but this little joy cannot wash away the more grief of facing the gradual disappearance of life.

The smell of disinfectant is too pungent.

Fyodor's notebook is a special computer produced by Melles, and its function is far beyond the products on the market.Even if there is only a small one, it is enough to fake the illusion that he is in Russia.

It's just a matter of a few springboards. Compared with secretly hacking the confidential data of the whole of Japan in the special agent department, this operation is too childish.

He has been in secret contact with the winery for a long time, as the new vest Raskolnikov.

Raskolnikov's personality has long been established. He is a scientist with outstanding talents, but his moral values ​​are very vague.

In the early years, the man lost his job in Japan's Shirato Pharmaceuticals due to some inhumane reasons. After that, he ran into walls one after another, and finally had to return to his home country.

Later, he was forced by his life to maintain his life by selling the medicine he made, and spent more than 20 years in a daze.However, not long ago, Raskolnikov was secretly used by some people, causing a quasi-cadre of Tomahawk to be found dead in the belly of his lover after taking his medicine.

The quasi-cadre who died was a confidant of Tomahawk's current leader.

After that, the old man had to face the overwhelming pursuit of the tomahawk, hiding like a mouse in the gutter, struggling to survive.

Until not long ago, the brewery inadvertently checked the information based on insiders, and discovered that Miyano and his wife had a close personal relationship with a Russian in Baijiu Pharmaceutical, and that the other party also participated in the research of that drug.

The leader of the organization in black who got the news ordered his subordinates to do their best to find the scientist who had been missing for 23 years, and bring him back to the organization to continue the research on the "Silver Bullet".

After all, Miyano Shiho is still studying abroad, and it will take many years for her to take over her parents' research.

The Black Organization quickly found the missing Raskolnikov. The former scientist has now been reduced to a companion with a homeless man, starving.The organization successfully set a trap for the other party through remote mail, waiting for the prey to step into the trap.

Fortunately, even during the time when he was hiding in Tibet, the overly miserable scientist did not leave his laptop computer which stored a large amount of research data, allowing the conversation between the two parties to continue.

Fyodor randomly clicked on a few previous emails, trying to figure out the mood of his vest in the script, so that he could quickly enter the role in the follow-up.

Today, Raskolnikov is on the verge of collapse, and his tone is completely like that of a crazy old man. Even with just a few lines of Russian, it is enough to see the fear in his heart.

After all, according to the setting in the plot, the real Raskolnikov is over 50 years old, and he is an old Russian man through and through.

[You really didn't lie to me?Can it really protect me from the pursuit of the tomahawk?Are those research institutes also real, and can they really provide funds for me to continue my research? ]

[Yes, the premise is that everything you said is true. 】

[How could I have lied about this? !

I have already sent the information you requested. There is a photo of me and Koji Miyano, the documents signed when we developed the drug together, and the proof that I have worked in Baijiu Pharmaceutical!

And I have also said that the reason why it is difficult to find information about my work in Baijiu Pharmaceutical is entirely due to personal grievances.

At that time, I was attracted by the wife of the person in charge of the project I participated in, and wanted to develop an extramarital affair with me.However, not long after I refused, this matter was brought to light.I was hated by the other party, squeezed out to the point where I couldn't stay in the company, and destroyed all my files before returning to Russia! ]

……

The recent email conversations stopped here. Fyodor looked indifferent, opened the latest one, and successfully saw the content that was consistent with his speculation.

[It also includes the information of "Silver Bullet", right? 】

At this point, it is basically certain that the person talking to him is probably Gin Jiu.

She really deserves to be the only model worker in the winery, so dedicated.

He casually bit his left thumb while thinking about what words to use to reply to this letter.Fyodor quickly thought of the wording, and by the way revealed some content that the other party could perceive, and replied with the latest content.

[...That's right, the research on the "Silver Bullet" was completely stopped after that. I didn't have enough money after I came to Russia, and I couldn't support the research funding alone.

That kind of medicine is not a good thing. If human beings attempt to violate the torrent of time, they will be punished by God.Compared to dying... Maybe it is the most terrible punishment for short-lived creatures like humans.

No one knows better than me that the dead cannot be brought back to life. ]

He hinted at his own immortality in the letter, which the model worker in the winery must have realized soon.

[This is beyond your concern, Mr. Raskolnikov.

The condition for the Karasuma Group to provide you with asylum is very simple, that is, to become a member of the organization and continue to study that "silver bullet".This is not difficult for you who were one step away from success 23 years ago, isn't it? 】

[That drug is already a very long memory for me. Even for me back then, it took more than ten years to get to the last step.

Now all the materials on my side have been destroyed. Due to age constraints, the relevant research materials are only paper documents, and even those things have not been preserved at all. ]

[I don't trust your ability, but this is the order of the boss.If you want to say now that you can't re-do the research, or that you don't have the ability to make that drug, go to hell. 】

[Are you kidding, that kind of thing, you should understand after you investigate my appearance, right? ]

The young man slowly typed the reply content on the laptop, but there was a playful emotion deep in the purple eyes.

[The unsuccessful "silver bullet" made me what I am now. ]

He pressed the enter key with his index finger, and sent back this too short email, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

After all, for Raskolnikov's vest, he used his original face.

It's like being frozen in your 20s and never growing again.