Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched the corners of his casual clothes, his mouth straightened, and stood in the shadow of the shelter at the door.Even so, the overly tense emotions could not be relieved at all, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

It seems to have noticed the two-legged beasts standing directly at the door, and there are several familiars. One of them, a long-haired cat that is so fat that it dares to snatch a customer's taiyaki, stretched its waist and let out a "meow" from the edge of the flower bed. jump off.

It swirled around the boy's trouser legs, deliberately rubbing a pile of soft but unmanageable cat fur all over him, before trying to get away with it with an innocent expression.

The gravity manipulator who came back to his senses grabbed the nape of its fate.

One person and one cat stared at each other like this, the two pairs of blue eyes were like the finest gemstones, clear and transparent, as if the sea was wrapped in them.

In order to draw a line with the past, it can be regarded as a sincere statement of joining the port mafia.The casual jacket newly purchased by Zhongyuan Zhongye is no longer a gray tone deliberately chosen for the consideration of dirt resistance, but a black color that is closer to the overall style of the organization, and the style is also slightly more formal.

In this way, the off-white cat fur covering the trouser legs is particularly conspicuous, and it is difficult to ignore it.

Fyodor rummaged through the locker behind him and took out the hair gluer specially equipped in the shop.

After all, it has become a habit to feed the stray cats entrenched in the back alleys at regular and fixed times. It is inevitable that the cats will be stained with fur at the same time. At this time, you need to take care of your work clothes before entering the store.

He tore off the outermost layer that lost its adhesiveness, and seeing that the other party was still competing with the white cat, he shook his head with a smile.It's like a parent who sees his child getting dirty in the playroom, and simply squats down to help him clean his trousers.

"Don't compete with it, Nuomi has such a temper. It looks cute and clingy, but it's really skinny. Come in."

Nakahara Chuya: "!!!"

Surprised by Fyodor's actions, he took a step back, grabbed the hair sticking device, and raised his voice unnaturally: "I can do it myself!"

The white cat, which had lost its restraint, landed lightly, shook its head violently, successfully let more fur fall off, and floated up and down in the air.

After this interruption, Zhongyuan Zhongye's original nervousness finally dissipated a lot.His cheeks were slightly red, and under the teasing gaze of the store manager, he cleaned up the cat's fur, stroked the cat that was still acting coquettishly, and asked, "But glutinous rice is...?"

The young man pointed to the culprit squatting aside and licking his paw, "I named it a very beautiful girl."

"However, I plan to take these children for a sterilization operation in a while. When I open a branch store, I will bring them over to serve as employees of the cat cafe. They will be regarded as domestic cats." Fyodor glanced not far away, A few stray cats lazily basking in the sun shook their ears in a good mood.These stray cats come in different colors and are not expensive breeds, but they are all smooth and smooth after being fed.

"It's not a solution to let them wander all the time. Yokohama is still in chaos. Not only them, but even people may die in some unknown corner if they don't pay attention."

The gentle expression of the young man was gradually stained with a touch of sadness. He took out a handful of small dried fish from the pocket of his apron, and distributed them to each furry child who came close to him one by one amidst the urging of a group of cats meowing.

The sun shone on his slightly purple hair, and the light spots were blurred, softening the dull tone of his whole body.It is obviously a warm picture, but the young man is like a person favored by the world. Under the bath of light, he exudes a subtle but unnegligible divinity.

Just like his past experience.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared blankly at the shopkeeper shrouded in halo, and said after a long silence: "I've been thinking about it since before..." He paused, met Mikhail's puzzled gaze, and answered his unfinished question. "You are really gentle."

After all, Mikhail is an existence who can easily play with people's hearts. Even though he has been retired for a long time, this innate worrying skill is not unfamiliar.

Right now, Nakahara Chuya is obviously uneasy about the relationship between the two, for fear that his behavior of joining the port mafia without saying a word will offend the elder-like shopkeeper and end this too short-lived friendship.

After all, the Port Mafia ranks at the top of the list of forces that Mikhail hates most, far away from the rest of the organization.

He had absolutely no idea how to explain it.

The young-looking store manager just shook his head with a smile, easily saw through his anxiety, and said meaningfully: "I can tell what kind of cat is suitable for domestic use and what kind of cat is suitable for free-range breeding." He He raised his hand and rubbed the boy's orange hair, his movements were very similar to those of the cat just now, "Your style should not be restricted."

Zhongyuan Zhong also straightened out his rumpled hair silently, complaining: "Am I the same as these cats in the end?"

"how come."

Mikhail's attitude was obvious.

The disbandment of the sheep could not be hidden from the shopkeeper's ears, and the only Chuya Nakahara who could make him worry about it is obviously absorbed by other organizations, most likely naturally the port mafia that indirectly led to the destruction of the sheep.

The combat power of the three opposing organizations has been cut by half, and only the Takase Society is still struggling.The port mafia is now in the limelight. Under the leadership of the new leader Mori Ogai, while stabilizing the interior, there are faint signs of expanding its sphere of influence.

It is a good result for the Central Plains to also join the Hong Kong black.

So the store manager, who was vaguely thinking of adopting, suppressed his little thoughts and let this young man who shouldn't be restrained wander alone.

But his wings can become the strongest shelter at any time.

The young gravitational operator pulled down his hoodie somewhat uncomfortably, as if he was guarding against Mikhail's head-touching attack.The moment his fingers passed the top of his head, he paused unnaturally, and then he seemed to think of something, and put his arm down silently.

Before coming here, Zhong Yuan Zhong also hopelessly wanted to hide the characteristics of the port mafia in himself.From the moment he swore allegiance to Chief Mori, he took off the old top hat that had never left him, and left it in his room at the Hong Kong Black Headquarters.

Obviously, it hasn't been long, but he already feels uncomfortable because the hat is not with him.

Joining the port mafia was not the young gravity manipulator's intention.

It all started that day a little over a month ago.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was cloudless, and the line between city and slum was as sharp as ever.However, Nakahara Chuya, who had been investigating for many days but found nothing, briefly had a negative thought called giving up.

Sighing, he suppressed his boredom, and walked to Poirot's coffee shop unconsciously.

The friendship with Mikhail began when he, as the leader of the "sheep", had to take over the mess left by his companions.

Before the meeting, he had also made many mental preparations, for fear that the "sheep" would be dragged into the center of the storm if the negotiation failed, and the worst result would be a powerful enemy.

But Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't expect that this superhuman who could easily kill Strain's main force in seconds would be so thin and weak, and his personality was so gentle that it was incredible.

It was only after they met that he realized that the store manager Mikhail regarded him as his young son who had been dead for many years, and he let all this unreserved emotion be transferred to himself.

Zhong Yuan, who had never been cared by an elder character, was a little at a loss at first, but after all, he owed a huge favor to the store manager, and he didn't want to hurt the orphaned father.Simply try to put yourself into the role, try to make Mikhail feel as little comfort as possible.

This generation can no longer be stopped.

They are like parents and children living in school, with only a short time to get along in a week.Even if they were together, it was just an ordinary meal, mixed with some concerned greetings, which was unremarkable.

After parting from Mikhail that day, he returned to the Central Plains on Leibo Street and continued to search for information related to Huangbatu.With one of his flying kicks, a certain suicidal kid from the port mafia was trampled to the ground by him, and the subsequent development of events was like a wild horse, completely out of control.

Knowing about his life experience, almost dying in the subspace, being betrayed and stabbed by his companions, and having to join the port mafia...

The question is that everything is the fault of the bastard Dazai.

After the dried fish was distributed and the cats were satisfied, Fyodor stood up straight and asked casually, "I really don't see you very much recently. Is it because you are too busy at work?"

"Ah, um." His thoughts were interrupted, Zhongyuan Zhong also came back to his senses, and followed the store manager into the coffee shop, "That's right, I'm sorry to trouble you."

The stray cats behind him were extremely well-behaved, and they didn't try to sneak in through the open gap of the store door.

"Go and sit in the private room. There are too many people in the hall, and some things are not suitable to say."

Fyodor took a stack of freshly baked cookies from the bar, together with his own black tea and refreshments.He put the oat milk warmed by the clerk into the tray, and took Nakahara Nakaya to the small box on the second floor.

The partition between the first and second floors has been deliberately decorated to block most of the sound.Even the hearing after supernatural power blessing can hardly catch the conversation of the people upstairs, let alone Hasegawa, who is no different from ordinary people in this respect.

Today is just a simple conversation among "family members", and it will not involve any confidential content. There is no need for the Supernatural Secret Service Section to find out the details.

The boy kept silent all the way, and followed behind him with hesitant steps.

Realizing that the other party was still a little reluctant to let go, Fyodor calmed down in a good-tempered voice without any impatience.

Don't be nervous, we've known each other for so long, don't you know my personality yet? "

Zhong Yuan also shook his head subconsciously, sorry..."

The young shopkeeper sighed, and wanted to rub his temples as if he had a headache, but he didn't realize that he was wearing a mask until he raised his hand, so he had no choice but to put it down.

He covered this small space with a canvas-like curtain, allowing the dim light of the wall lamp to fill every corner of the private room.The very light fragrance of flowers is pervasive, intertwined with the aroma of sweet and greasy cookies, attacking the sense of smell of the two.

Although Polo Café is not as sophisticated as a regular coffee shop, it not only focuses on coffee and desserts, but also functions as a family restaurant, making it convenient for employees of Melles to come to eat.

But the store manager's background is extremely tough. When there is no shortage of money from the beginning to the end, the decoration will naturally not be left behind.

A deliberately old wooden table stands in the center of the box, next to the red brick wall covered with black and white photos.A few well-cut ornamental flowers are placed in vases and placed on the table, adding vitality to the old-fashioned space.

"Here, oat milk." Fyodor took the seat first, and after Nakahara Chuya awkwardly sat down opposite him, he arranged the refreshments one by one very thoughtfully, "You didn't do anything wrong, but you joined the port mafia That's all."

The boy's hand holding the wall of the cup trembled, and the warm liquid splashed out, but when it was about to splash onto the table, it was wrapped in a burst of red light and returned to the cup.

The sound of the sentencing bell stopped abruptly, and the heavy weight on his heart fell, and Zhong Yuanzhong felt a little relieved.Then he held his forehead, not daring to look at Mikhail's expression, "You really know."

The young man poured himself a cup of black tea and slowly shook his head, "It's better to say that the situation will be better now."

He had no objection to the fact that the child he wanted to protect joined the port mafia.

"But you, Mr. Mikhail, don't you hate these organizations?"

Even if there were not so pessimistic guesses, Zhong Yuanzhong never expected the other party to react in this way.

There was no discomfort, and he did not forcefully let go of his bad feelings towards Hong Kong gangsters because of him. Mikhail accepted this result very calmly.

He cooled the hot tea on the top floor, and took a sip, "If it's the port mafia in the past, yes, I really hate it." Fyodor changed the subject without directly explaining the reason, and asked instead: "Don't Mr. Zhongyuan want to end this chaotic situation?"

Nakahara Chuya: "Hmm..."

If someone else came up with such an unrealistic delusion, he would have struggled in this city since he could remember and witnessed all the filth, he would not take it to heart, and he might even have some sympathy.

Sympathize with that person's innocence and overreach.

But Mikhail said so, there must be a way.

He seemed to be holding the cookie casually, but his expression gradually became serious, "It's not that easy, who wouldn't want it."

"You are very strong. In a few years, even those who transcend will be qualified to play chess." Fyodor closed his eyes halfway, like a conscientious teacher, carefully teaching his only student.

"Supernatural power is a kind of weapon, but different methods of use can cause completely different results." He picked up a small silver fork, inserted the tip into the strawberry on the top of a piece of naked cake, and exerted force on it. It is pressed into the soft cake embryo below.

"When this card is in the hands of the sheep, all you can do is run amok on the chessboard."

Strawberries were crushed too hard, their juices splashed, and they were sliced ​​across by a dessert fork.Fyodor stared at the cake embryo that was almost intact after losing the decorations, and was slowly rebounding, and continued to say: "In order to protect the weak ethnic group, I showed my claws in front of all kinds of natural enemies. I was exhausted all day, but He was firmly bound by invisible shackles, and eventually became an existence like a sacrifice."

"I don't want to offend, but the sheep don't have enough strength to match this trump card, and they will even further breed gaps because they can't control it. If the status quo cannot be changed, one day... this time is long or short, and the sheep will choose for the benefit of the group. destroy you."

Under the mask named Wen Wan, there is a palpitating coldness that can easily see through the soul.

Nakahara Zhong also subconsciously clenched his fists, his eyes widened unconsciously, and looked at Mikhail who was exuding a terrifying aura in front of him for the first time.

After a long silence, the boy took the lead to look away, and drank the glass of milk that had been placed at just the right temperature in one gulp.

"I really can't hide anything from you." He frowned, and returned to the most usual way of getting along with each other, "Did you notice it when you met Shirase and the others?"

"It's your choice after all."

The store manager who wasted a strawberry just smiled and wiped off the unrecognizable pink and white flesh with a tissue, without denying this.

"Mr. Zhongyuan is a very affectionate person. At least when you regard them as companions, it is thankless to dissuade you." His tone suddenly became lighter, and he joked: "Maybe I will be Gravity crushes."

"Please don't tease me, Mi-ha-il-mr-sir."

"Angry? You actually use honorifics for me."

"Really..." Probably because he didn't expect that the always prudent store manager would have a playful moment, Zhong Yuanzhong also had a speechless expression on his face, grabbed the other party's teapot, and filled a cup for himself.

He continued: "So, why do you think my joining the Port Mafia is a good thing?"

Fyodor held his chin, pretending to be deep in thought, "Hmm...that's a long story."

He used a dessert fork as a baton, waving it in mid-air erratically, and explained: "I originally expected that the sheep would not be destroyed so early, and today's results show that someone was in the way. accelerated the process."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

His hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

all hit.

Mikhail's shopkeeper pretended to have nothing to investigate, deliberately ignored the other party's reaction, and opened his lips and teeth lightly: "The fact that he can do this step easily shows that the person is very good at worrying and strategizing. Under the command of the leader, what Hong Kong black needs to develop is just an opportunity."

"That person, who can disintegrate the sheep in such a short period of time, can naturally solve other organizations."

It is rare to be able to mention Tsujima Shuji during the drama. Fyodor did not have any uneasiness in his conscience when he was not NG, and he did not hide his appreciation for Dazai Osamu.

In the setting of the script, the conscience of the Hong Kong gangster will be kept in the dark for a long time, not knowing that Mikhail, who is treated like a relative by himself, actually has an obscure past with his suicidal partner .

When all the foreshadowing is uncovered and the truth comes out, Zhong Yuanzhong will also remember that every word he said at this time has a special meaning.

It's also part of the script.

Fyodor's eyes were dark, he stared at the young man who listened carefully, and said slowly: "At this time, the powerful Lord Zhongyuan will be a very important bargaining chip."

"The illegal organizations in Yokohama are destined to usher in a melee. At that time, all forces will reshuffle, and the only winner will re-write the rules of the city's dark world."

The young man let go suddenly, the small silver fork collided with the disk, and rolled down on the table with a crisp "click".

He pushed the tray full of various refreshments to the opposite direction, and whispered, "Now the balance has tilted towards you."

He was looking forward to the day when the port mafia would bring about change in Yokohama.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips, his thoughts quickly cleared up, his sapphire blue eyes shone slightly, "I see."

This is indeed the most brutal and effective method.

Today, the back world of the Yokohama Concession is in chaos, and various problems left over from the end of the Great War are breeding here.The organization forces are heterogeneous, and it is difficult to distinguish the top and bottom, resulting in the flames of gunpowder and war still spreading in this land.

At this time, the leader of the port mafia alternated, and Mori Ogai, who was rigorous and rational in logical thinking, banned the old and fatuous ancestors.In less than a year, the crazy behavior of most of the members of the organization was successfully curbed, and the Hong Kong gangsters in the bloody storm were firmly rooted again.

He made the port mafia the only variable in Yokohama's stagnant situation.

Possesses the qualifications to formulate rules.

Not long ago, the hostile forces were destroyed, and the original leader of the "sheep", Zhong Yuanzhong, was also absorbed. Dazai's strategy was revealed for the first time, which gradually tilted the balance of victory towards Hong Kong black.

It's a pity that it won't take many years for Dazai Osamu, a great hero, to reach the level of a master of merit, and defect under Mori Ogai's calculations.

Of course, Shuji Tsushima himself has nothing to worry about and accepts it well.Even knowing that Mori Ogai would be afraid of him, he was conscientious and secretly planning for Hong Kong gangsters.

Had a good time.

Fyodor lowered his eyelashes, staring at the phantom shadow of the black and white mask in the rippling black tea, and whispered in a low voice: "After that, the port mafia will usher in a period of stable development, right? The only thing that worries me is..."

He deliberately only spoke half of his words, and there was no more to say.

It is related to the future of the forces he is currently loyal to, and he has also seen the accuracy of Mikhail's speculation. Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously asked: "What is it?"

Fyodor said: "Well, this is not suitable for you, it is suspected of sowing discord, so ignore it."

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"

Fyodor's tone was strong, "Ignore it."

"Don't deliberately tease people's appetite!"

"Don't worry, it won't have any big impact on Hong Kong and Heiju as a whole." The young man gave up his elegant sitting posture, leaned on the back of the leather sofa, and waved his hands to indicate that he would not reveal it easily.

If Nakahara Chuya knew in advance that Osamu Dazai was destined to leave, this would be a shocking bug in the server, and it would take a lot of energy to fix it.

Shuji Tsushima's retrograde may even be needed to save the game.

Realizing that Mikhail really didn't intend to tell him, the boy was also discouraged, and imitated the other person's appearance and casually leaned on the sofa, complaining casually, "Ah, really, it's fine if you don't want to say it."

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Hong Kong Black's new member."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He forcibly held back the desire to complain.

"Oh, by the way, more than a month ago, the day I missed the appointment, did you go near the coast? There is a shipyard... You should know where it is?"

Suddenly remembered the other purpose of this, Zhongyuan Zhong also wanted to confirm whether the figure he saw in a trance after defeating Lan Tang was Mikhail himself.This is not an ulterior question, so he skipped the step of tapping on the side and asked directly.

Being able to deliberately ask this point shows that everything is going well with Shuji Tsushima.

"Hmm..." Fyodor fell into deep thought, as if he was seriously thinking about his every move that day. After a while, he shook his head and denied, "I didn't say anything that day."

"That's it."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded thoughtfully, expressing his complete trust in the other party's words.

He picked up a cookie and chewed it with a "click", accompanied by the sweetness spreading in his mouth, hiding the doubts that had inadvertently taken root in his heart.

So, what exactly did Osamu Dazai see?