Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Fyodor temporarily closed the laptop and put it on the bedside table behind him.Afterwards, he gently avoided the wound that was still oozing blood, carefully supported Shuji Tsushima's armpit, and stuffed the person who had half of his body tilted out of the bed back.

Someone half leaning on the bed blinked, tried to put aside the black bangs that blocked his vision, and weakly expressed his doubts, "Fei Jia, you seem to be hugging a cat..."

"Just hug the cat."

After all, the two have lived together for many years, and they know when the other party can listen to what they say, and how stubborn they are in strange ways.

After confirming that Shuji Tsushima could not lie in bed obediently to recuperate his injuries, Fyodor simply stopped obsessing about forcing people to sleep on the bed.He took out a small folding table printed with cartoon crab patterns from the back of the closet, and spread it out to the legs of Jiyou who insisted on working.

Shuji Tsushima, who had fulfilled his wish, hummed an out-of-tune tune, grabbed Fei Jia's computer by the bed, and began typing on the keyboard rapidly.He sorted out the previously stored information, and specially created a new folder called Winery, and threw all the black organization information he collected into it.

Not long after, Fyodor, who went to the back kitchen, returned with two cups of drinks. The faint aroma of coffee wafted from the hot cups, covering up the lingering smell of disinfectant in the room.

He pushed two drinks, one cold and one hot, in front of Xiu Zhi, "Orange juice with sleeping pills, or coffee with painkillers, which one do you choose?"

Shuji Tsushima took the misty coffee without any hesitation, and exhaled to blow away the hot air blowing on his face, making the top layer cool enough to drink.He took a sip of the coffee, feeling the mellowness and bitterness spreading from the tip of his tongue. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fyodor holding a colored straw bent into a heart shape, nonchalantly drinking the glass of orange juice that he claimed had added sleeping pills.

"It's surprising that there is no option to warm milk." Shuji Tsushima smacked his lips, his eyes fixed on the glass of orange juice whose water level was dropping rapidly, and the word 'want' was written all over his face.

As if he wasn't the one who chose coffee without even thinking about it just now.

It's a pity that no matter how eager the expression is, it is useless to Fyodor.Without changing his expression, he grabbed the hand that was about to touch the cup wall with well-defined knuckles, squeezed his fingertips gently, and answered the question just now: "You are lactose intolerant."

Shuji Tsushima withdrew his paws abruptly like an electric shock, lowered his head slowly, held his own cup with both hands, and muttered vaguely while sipping coffee.

"Fei Jia, you already knew that I would choose coffee, and I didn't put anything in the juice."

"Yes." Fyodor did not deny it.

"Let me have a taste."

"It will be astringent."

"No, just one bite."

"You have a bad stomach, no."

"Ah... so there are so many things to do." Shuji Tsushima, who was rejected continuously, stopped his intentionally annoying behavior, stopped his childish behavior, and turned his attention back to the computer screen with a pouty face.

The fusion of the two worlds wiped out half of the life on each side as the background board, rather than doubling the two superpositions, so that the population of Japan has always remained at more than 1 million.

Although these disappearing people are just numbers to fill the total population for them, their names and appearances are unknown.But if they are regarded as flesh and blood individuals who can think independently, the crazy act of merging the world has directly claimed the lives of billions of people.

Never born, never lived in this world, the only proof of existence is stored in the memory that created all these "gods".Like flying catkins, rootless and stalkless, falling in the lake water of the heart can't stir up any ripples.

It just deletes redundant data.

Shuji Tsushima silently recited the shuffled list of companies, matching them one by one with the names that appeared in his memory, and quickly identified which side of the company's original world it belonged to.

He left the Port Mafia building in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to glance at the documents that only the chiefs could see.Fortunately, when Fyodor hacked data everywhere before, he very thoughtfully stole most of the electronic version of the Hong Kong black data.Although the truly confidential paper documents cannot be obtained for the time being, everything that exists is sufficient.

Fyodor reconnected a new computer and began to focus on the relevant information of the Suzuki consortium. He casually suggested: "If Koyo Ozaki has no intention of leaving Hong Kong, arrange for her to negotiate with the Suzuki consortium as the management of Yokohama Port Co., Ltd. More appropriate."

After all, the setting of Suzuki Foundation’s chairman’s strict wife management is officially certified. Judging from Suzuki Sonoko’s mother’s strong personality, Ozaki Hongye will be the most compatible existence in Hong Kong and black with her.

As early as the beginning, the Suzuki Consortium was the partner with the highest priority in the plan. After all, the buildings in the world of Conan that were bombed every three days basically belonged to them, and their influence can be imagined.

If the port mafia is to be successfully developed into what is mentioned in the BEAST line, it will no longer exist only as the dark side of Yokohama, but will gradually infiltrate into the country's sphere of influence without concealing its ambitions from the outside world. All walks of life have become a veritable dark empire.Among them, dealing with the Suzuki consortium, which is on the dark side, is indispensable.

"The police force needs to be re-appointed, and they have to deal with a lot of high-level officials." Shuji Tsushima complained, looking passive and slow at work, but the speed of his fingers typing on the keyboard didn't seem to slow down in the slightest.

"Sindola Company in the IT industry, Sijing Group, and Jumu Enterprises...it's no good, everyone who has an impression will die." He pretended to snap his fingers, and all the names of the companies he read were murders that would happen in the future. , an existence with an uncertain future, among which the company named 'Sindora' is highlighted, "It's just Noah's Ark that is a bit interesting, other... Well, how much do you remember, Fei Jia?"

"It's too much to remember." Fyodor replied in seconds.

Shuji Tsushima refers to companies that have appeared in more than 1000 episodes of Conan, and it is unknown how many of them are worthy of Hong Kong black cooperation.The only thing that is certain is that, except for the most famous Suzuki consortium, most of the remaining companies that can have a name appear as the background board of the case.Once you know all this in advance and prepare for it, it will be much easier to acquire and annex or use it to attack opponents.

"Understood, let Osamu Dazai have a headache." Shuji Tsushima nodded without any conscience, pitting his peers without hesitation.

After all, the dates of those cases are all four years later, so they have nothing to do with them.

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The first ray of sunlight in the morning broke the silence of the street corner and lifted the hazy gauze covering the world.The warm light penetrated through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the pale face of the sickly young man in the room, adding blood to the corners of his mouth.

Shuji Tsushima pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve the discomfort after the night.The disobedient patient was finally willing to put aside the work at hand. He wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and sank deeper into the soft cushion.

"It's almost time." He stretched out his hand, waiting for the things he needed to be delivered by his friend himself.

"Fei Jia~"

"I will give it to you without being coquettish." Fyodor sighed, handed the mobile phone and a note with the number in front of him, and tied his apron to prepare for the opening of the store.

"whee."

That was the private phone number belonging to Nakahara Chuya, one of the five cadres of the Port Mafia.

Tsujima Shuji put on the leader's shell head iron front anus Mimic, sneaked out, and even left the proper communication tools in a corner of the arsenal, let alone knowing the Chinese in such a short period of time. Also the private number too.

So this was obtained again by Fyodor, who had skyrocketed his hacking skills.

The phone "died" twice and was quickly connected. Shuji Tsushima used his usual overly erratic voice, completely without the awareness of being a leader whose fate is uncertain, "Moshi Moshi ~ Chuya?"

【! ! ! 】

【Dazai, where are you? ! 】

"Ah, um... Anyway, it's a very safe place." He looked around the simple room the size of four and a half stacks of tatami mats, and replied hesitantly.

【what is going on? 】

"What's the matter?"

【Don't play dumb! 】

[Why did you appear in Mimic's stronghold? 】

"Huh? I didn't."

【Your bandages are on the ground of the arsenal, and the type of bullets you took away correspond to those found at the scene... and my car is also nearby, no one dares to steal it except you! ! ! 】

Shuji Tsushima kept talking nonsense without changing his face, and pushed all the blame on the gm account, "Yes, such as the time-manipulating transcendent."

What does Pandora's Actor steal your car have to do with Osamu Dazai.

"He stole it this time, and I have nothing to do with it—wow!" His perfunctory voice suddenly rose a few degrees. Although there was an element of deliberate acting, the panic at that moment could be heard even through the phone.

【What's wrong? !Hello!Dazai? ! ] The man on the other end of the phone was obviously taken aback by the sudden change, and his anxious tone couldn't hide his anxiety.

Shuji Tsushima's voice suddenly became choked, his whole body was stiff, his free hand clenched the bed sheet tightly, his fingertips turned slightly white due to his exertion.

A weak whimpering sound came from the throat, and only a faint weeping sound remained on the other side of the receiver, "Woo...don't move, it really hurts..."

"After all, it's the first time, so I'm not very proficient." Fyodor, who returned to the lounge, noticed that the bandage wrapped around him was soaked in blood again, so he simply put down the work at hand and continued after changing the medicine.

He kept his movements as light as possible, carefully peeling off the medical gauze stuck to the flesh and blood, but the blood clot that had clotted on the wound was torn and stimulated the man to tremble.

If possible, he hoped that such an operation for Jiyou would not happen again.

"It's bleeding again." He frowned tightly, looking at the gunshot wound that had become a mess again due to pus, and most of the blood-soaked gauze was still stuck to it, which was very leaky.

Fyodor didn't have time to prepare anesthetics in the future. When he took the bullet last night, the strength shown by Shuji Tsushima cheered him up.As a result, the painkillers he took overnight failed, and he immediately revealed his true colors, and turned back into the bandage man who was most afraid of pain and screamed.

I don't know what he was thinking when the sharp blade cut through his flesh and blood when he awakened his hobby of suicide.

"Hold it, I'll get the normal saline." He sighed again, got up and went back to the cabinet and began to search.

"……Um."

Shuji Tsushima snorted softly, finally finding his voice.He kept gasping for air, gritted his teeth and endured the bone-piercing pain, as if he had just noticed that the phone hadn't been hung up, and said quickly: "Anyway, that's it, I can't go back soon—hey, what's the matter? , I will contact you later."

【…】

The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, as if trying to hold back something.

A voice that was deeper and hoarse than usual came, as if every word was burned by a poisonous fire, filling every gap with anger, once it erupted, it would burn everything in the body.

——[Is this what you call the price? 】