Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The moment the dark clouds cleared, the pouring rain stopped abruptly.

People all over the slum looked up blankly, not paying attention to the sudden change in the weather.Only a few people whose temperament was incompatible with the aborigines stagnated slightly, and their expressions suddenly changed.

They are all regular members of the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Although they have no supernatural powers themselves, they are also elites who have gone through strict selections to get to where they are today.

A week ago, the supernatural explosion that occurred in the slum shook the whole of Yokohama, and at the same time it became a major concern for the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

The explosion, which was as powerful as the disaster that formed Saibo Street, had a destructive power that was not commensurate with it.It seems that the supernatural being who released this ability deliberately controlled the power. The deceased were only a few members of the organ smuggling organization lurking in the underground base, and there was no one else.

Unfortunately, after a week of searching, the Secret Service Division still found nothing.

Up to now, not long after the sudden change in the weather, a slender young man in a flowing black windbreaker passed by the investigator who was lurking here.

The young man's demeanor is indifferent, and his whole body seems to be covered with a film of isolation from the world. It is definitely not the aura that a person who has lived in a slum for a long time should have.

The special agent's attention was instantly attracted by the man, but before he could see the features of the man clearly, there was a chaotic and noisy sound from the built-in earphone.

The liaison personnel at the headquarters seemed to have discovered some important information about the riot just now, so that they could not take care of more, and conveyed new instructions amidst the sound of keyboard tapping.

[Strong power fluctuations detected!Coordinates #West 13362! 】

[The data sent by the Meteorological Bureau has been received. The cumulonimbus clouds over Yokohama disappeared in an instant, which coincided with the time of the last detected fluctuation! 】

[It has been compared with the unknown power fluctuation that caused the explosion a week ago, and the two do not match! 】

[Where did this person come from? When did Yokohama have so many unknown and powerful people...]

In the end, there were even people who crazily complained about this series of bad things like breaking down.

After all, the more chaotic Yokohama is, the more difficult it will be for the official forces caught in the middle.

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After the cumulonimbus clouds were dispelled, the scorching sun lost the hindrance of the thick clouds, gradually evaporating the moisture in the air.The windbreaker fabric of the youth is not made of water-absorbing material, and there is no need for rainproof nowadays, and it is difficult to breathe when wearing it.

"Well...it's almost time."

Fyodor closed his eyes halfway, took off the windbreaker, and casually put it on his arms.With the other hand, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a phone number that he only knew not long ago.

He lowered his head, and there was a busy voice waiting for the other party to connect to his ears. The overly long bangs and shadows fell on his face, covering most of the strange mask.

On the map, a small yellow dot that belonged to the Central Plains and represented neutrality appeared, and was heading towards the place where he had left before, and joined the sheep who were still staying in place.

With the ability of gravity, he is much faster than the special agent department who also rushed here.

And at that time, Chuya Nakahara, who has roughly understood what happened, will realize that this is Strain's original plan against them-to use the simplest and straightforward method to lure himself away, and then send out the real main force to annihilate the people who remain in the stronghold and become active Members of the Goat's Sheep.

After all, except for myself, the rest of the members are a group of untrained teenagers.Perhaps the harsh living environment makes them much different than their peers, wandering in the gray area of ​​crime every day.Even so, they have no chance of winning against fully armed gunmen.

If it weren't for that stranger with unknown powers, Central Plains would not have dared to imagine what kind of tragic scene he would see when he came back.

The words of admonition could not be uttered in the end, and the young leader was at a loss for a while facing a group of terrified peers.

Now that the stronghold has been exposed, it is not safe to stay here. All he can do is arrange for all members to transfer immediately.

Fortunately, there is a complete sewer system underground in the slums, and the inner routes are intricate, which is an excellent place to get rid of the eyes of others.

The members of the sheep obviously still have lingering fears about what happened just now, each of them had a look of fear engraved on their faces, and it was rare that they didn't complain to him.In the Central Plains, only the remaining enemies who covered their eyes and wailed were eliminated, and then the traces of the transfer of the companions were eliminated one by one, with an extremely serious expression.

I'm afraid there won't be a next time such good luck.He shifted his gaze to the corner of the alley, and paused for a while on the unrecognizable cake box, his eyes were dim.

The sound of hurried footsteps from far to near reverberated in the already small space.The visitor's steps were crisp, and there was no sound of guns rubbing against clothes when running, nor was it dull like wearing heavy protective gear.

Nakahara Chuya wanted to take a step closer to observe carefully, but because of this, he put it on hold and stopped his steps to move forward.

Not Strain's reinforcements, but it doesn't seem like an extraneous person either.

He frowned tightly, and had no intention of fighting, and jumped into the sewer mouth that he must pass through when transferring.Then gravity manipulates the manhole cover, erasing the last traces.

At the same time, at the entrance of the alley, the members of the Secret Service who came at the fastest speed stopped in the chaotic slums.

He leaned on the wall with one hand and panted heavily. Before he could calm down his chaotic heart rate, he was startled by the horrific scene in front of him and stopped breathing.

More than a dozen adults in full armor and dressed as mercenaries fell to the ground, their chests no longer rising or falling.Except for the leader who was still oozing blood from the empty eye sockets, the rest had no obvious trauma, and the cause of death could not be easily determined.

According to the information held by the Secret Service, these people should belong to the overseas organization Strain.

He pulled the button-mounted microphone hidden in his collar to his mouth, lowered his voice to report the situation, and at the same time walked towards the nearest Strain member, trying to find out where the fatal injury was.

The detective's movements froze suddenly.

The members of the Secret Service Section were short of breath, their hearts were beating wildly like a drum, and their eyeballs were constantly trembling.His hand holding the opponent's goggles was so stiff that he couldn't move, as if he had seen something too terrifying.

The man hadn't died yet.

But it shouldn't be what a human being should be.

The man who was mistaken for death and lying on the ground unable to move a bit showed despair, his mind was firmly gripped by the fear that could easily drive people crazy, his pupils were full of madness.

He is like a human-shaped balloon filled with liquid, without any support that should not be there.Without the confinement of the knitted hat and goggles, the head instantly lay flat on the ground, barely maintaining its final shape with only the thinnest layer of skin.

The man's eyeballs could no longer move, and his throat was so compressed that he couldn't make a sound.Even breathing is only maintained at a level that will not cause him to suffocate immediately.

He has 206 bones all over his body, none of which are left.

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Shuji Tsushima let out a long sigh.

Bored enough to start fiddling with discarded syringes, the curly-haired boy purposely dragged the original owner's work chair and curled up on it.He mixed several tubes of saline solution together, pouted, wondering what to think.

At this moment, the mobile phone placed aside rang, and the caller was a series of unknown numbers.

The young man didn't have the slightest vigilance that he should have. There was a glint of light in his eyes, and he flicked the syringes that lacked sharp needles off the table, and impatiently picked up the buzzing mobile phone.

The fingers covered by the bandage are not very convenient to operate, and they accidentally pressed the hands-free button on the side.

The young man's elegant and gentle voice came out, with a very sincere tone.

[I'm really sorry, the cake you ordered cannot be delivered temporarily. 】

Shuji Tsushima blinked, and his shoulders slumped, "Hey... I still want to commit suicide by relying on it."

[I was accidentally involved in a strange incident on the road, the cake fell into the stagnant water, and it was completely inedible. 】

"That's it."

The boy slumped on the table, depressed to the point where he almost materialized to the naked eye.

It is true that he can do any kind of bad things in order to commit suicide, but it is better to avoid such things as eating a piece of discarded food mixed with soil with an unknown probability of success.

What's more, that cake was not prepared for eating.

On the other end of the phone, Fyodor's pretentiously unfamiliar voice sounded again, so formulaic that there was only superficial tenderness, but no emotion in reality.

[As compensation, you can get a half price discount when you come to the store next time. 】

"Ah...it's too troublesome and I don't want it at all. I don't even know where your store is."

【The only one in Yokohama, Polo Cafe, the address is...】

"I said I'm troublesome and don't want to remember—" Shuji Tsushima suddenly raised his voice, and refused impatiently.

The voice on the other side froze for a moment, and there was a slight sound of breathing, which seemed to be sighing something. 【…】

【That disturbed me, I'm really sorry. 】

"Yeah, I see, bye bye."

The boy said a few perfunctory words and hung up the phone.

The detergent cake that he had been thinking about could not be delivered, and the rare sense of expectation was destroyed. Shuji Tsushima was once again shrouded in a depressed atmosphere.He swayed his legs, using the work chair with rollers on the bottom as a toy, and wobbled all the way to Mori Ogai's side.

He said, "Mr. Mori...the detergent cake is gone, just give me something that can kill me easily as compensation."

The underground doctor who was sorting out the documents paused for a moment, then refused, "There is no such thing."

The boy tugged at the cuffs of his white coat, narrowed his eyes, and stared at him with distrust.

"I don't want to trust adults who are full of lies."

"You're the liar, right?" Mori Ogai sighed, and glanced at the boy who was playing tricks on purpose, "It's obvious that you still refuse to say your name, so you're happy to fool me with a pseudonym?"

"Ah."

The boy nodded and admitted frankly.

As if lies were nothing more than a tool for him to keep himself entertained, ready to use, without any qualm.

Today's Shuji Tsushima is nothing more than a stone that can be discarded at any time for Mori Ogai.Apart from the too special invalidation ability, he didn't show any other aptitudes.

If there is no accident, what awaits him will be the ending of being completely used and then mercilessly abandoned.

After all, the time has not come now, and the diamonds that are deliberately dusty should not shine brightly in advance.

"Osamu Dazai." The boy said abruptly, with a smile on his lips.

"Because Mr. Mori is too boring, I'd better tell you my real name."