Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The night was thick, and the curtain was drawn as black as ink, and thousands of stars flickered on and off, embellishing the endless sky.

Gusts of wind passed by, blowing away the clouds that covered the bright moon.Waves appeared on the surface of the water, and the reflection of the bright moon like broken jade melted in it. Scattered light fell into the young man's slightly lonely eyes, and was soon swallowed by the bottomless thick fog.

Shuji Tsushima held a piece of bread in his mouth, and didn't dislike the cold and hard gravel on his feet. Holding the leather shoes he took off in one hand, he wandered around barefoot.

His suit trousers were wrinkled and stuck tightly to his skin. They were soaked in river water polluted by industrial waste dumped by some black-hearted company, emitting an unbearable stench.

The bandage on the boy's left wrist was stained red with blood, and the smell of iron was hard to detect under the cover of the smell of sewage.He held his breath, temporarily protecting his sense of smell from being persecuted, and swallowed the bread in a few mouthfuls, barely filling his empty stomach.

Not long ago in the evening, Shuji Tsushima, who deliberately went to the partner's lounge to make trouble, finally arranged the interior of the gangster.He withdrew a group of instrumentalists who had controllable details from tonight's duty list for the legitimate reason of food poisoning.The replacement candidates are some deeply hidden ancestors, or useless chess pieces that should not be carefully thought out.

After all, the internal cafeteria also has his staff, so it is very easy to tamper with the food of a certain group.

Of course, these things were done without the knowledge of Mori Ogai.

Many members at the grassroots level were pinched by Shuji Tsushima, perhaps because of caring family members, or because of mistakes they had committed but were concealed.One or two, neither dared to disobey the mysterious person on the other end of the phone, waiting to receive instructions from the other party at some point.

Fortunately or unfortunately, so far, the mysterious figure has not ordered them to do anything to betray the port mafia.As long as all this is not exposed to the superiors, their lives will not be in danger.

However, as the number of miserable people in the same situation gradually increases, and the ranks of companions expand, it is unknown how long this matter can be hidden.

It's like an invisible demon lurking in the shadows of people's hearts, unknowingly, bit by bit nibbling away at the behemoth of Hong Kong and black.

Arranging for the tool man to hang up the communication, Shuji Tsushima concentrated on holding it for a while, and successfully forged this small and inconspicuous gadget into the appearance of a tie clip.Afterwards, he pinned it on his body openly and aboveboard, and did not hide any more.

He put Nakahara Chuya's hat back in its original position, took out a sharp fruit knife from the drawer, and gesticulated back and forth on his wrist, as if looking for a satisfactory angle for cutting the knife.

Shuji Tsushima held his breath, preparing himself for the pain to come.The silver-white cold light flashed across, and the bright blood-red flowers splashed and sprayed to the clean white wall directly opposite, at the same time making a mess of the clean and tidy house.

The boy wrapped in bandages closed his eyes peacefully, and deliberately turned around a few times before falling to the ground, spreading mottled blood everywhere.

He silently counted his gradually weakening heartbeat, and his body temperature was slowly withdrawing, but he was still unable to lead him to the world he dreamed of.The coagulated blood scab stopped the further loss of blood. Seeing that the time was right, Shuji Tsushima weakly opened his mouth, enduring the feeling of loss of strength that constantly invaded him, and held the mobile phone in his hand.

The fingertips of his still intact right finger moved slightly, and the boy tremblingly dialed Mori Ogai's private phone.And pretending to be inadvertently touched, threw the phone aside, and struggled to get up from the ground.His cheeks were bloodless, he untied the bandage on his left arm indiscriminately, and rewrapped the wound to prevent the scab from bursting due to his excessive movements.

Shuji Tsushima leaned his back against the wall and took a few deep breaths, letting the dizziness from excessive blood loss subside a little.Afterwards, with trembling steps, he walked out of the main building of Ganghei all the way, and headed straight for the nearest river.

It's not far from Mori Ogai's small clinic.

Not long after, the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters, who sensed something was wrong, had to put down his work and go to find people himself.

He chased the blood all the way, and rescued a certain suicide madman who was about to enter the water immediately after cutting his wrist.They dragged Tsujima Shuji, who had tenacious vitality but was dying at the moment, to the clinic. He skillfully transfused blood, sterilized and stitched needles in one go, and stayed here helplessly to guard.

I don't know if it's his delusion, but every time Osamu Dazai pursues death, the consequences will not be too serious.No matter how life-threatening injuries were placed on him, they only looked terrifying, and never really affected the child's mental state.

Mori Ogai stared at the boy's wrist covered with old scars, thoughtfully.It was almost as if he didn't deserve to die.

……

Time goes back to the present.

As for the physical fitness of his player account, Shuji Tsushima knew very well.In addition, he deliberately used the administrator account to hang up a bunch of buffs before running the plot. Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for Dazai Osamu to die.

He didn't look like an injured patient who had just been pulled back from the life-and-death line. Although he was not energetic, he was not weak enough to need bed rest.

In the dead of night, Shuji Tsushima carefully avoided Mr. Mori who was resting next door, sneaked out a bag of bread that hadn't expired from the drawer, and went to the nearby river again alone.

He didn't mean to commit suicide by jumping into the water.

Mori Ogai's small clinic is located near a slum, and the surrounding buildings are mostly one- to two-story simple houses.The vicinity of the river is even more empty. Standing on the shore scattered with pebbles, you can simply look up and see the untouchable sky.

Likewise, the soaring Port Mafia building could not escape his vision.

Shuji Tsushima shook his arms in disgust, put on the leather shoes that were also soaked by the river water, walked slowly across the slope, and stood close to the guardrail of the stone bridge.

Under the light of the quiet moonlight, the outline of the Hong Kong and Hei headquarters building is clearly visible.

The boy yawned indistinctly, wiping away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes.He forced his sour eyes to stare at the headquarters of his organization in the distance.

It seemed that Verlaine hadn't come out yet.

Shuji Tsushima blinked, simply opened the chat interface, and continued his behavior of harassing his lover when he was bored.

[Private chat with "Kindly Russian Rice Ball"]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: Today is so rare

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I thought it was at least an SR, but it turned out that it was not included in the card draw range at all?

Fyodor, who was in a state of preparation for battle, quickly responded.

Kind Russian rice balls: It’s better to say that it’s normal today, at least it doesn’t violate the laws of nature [The old man on the subway looks at the phone.jpg]

The doll walks straight and bandages fine:? ? ?

The figure walks straight and bandages: Where did you get this expression from? [Can't see through.jpg]

Kind Russian rice balls: engraved it in my mind.

Good-hearted Russian rice balls: Only when there is a total solar eclipse on the moon does the red moon appear, and the rest of the time is expressed by the animation team.Of course, the purple moon in Lost Dogs is very beautiful, but it doesn't exist in reality.

Kind Russian Rice Ball: If you want to see it here... there is a way to do it, you can also use Pandora to repair it

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: Wow, what can Newton insist on these things even if he can see the purple moon, and he won't drop ssr

Humanoid Self-propelled Bandage Essence: Look at my black coat!Draped over the shoulders on this side never fell off.Obviously, it must be sewn up in the present world, otherwise the jumping to the pure land of bliss will slip off just by starting the movement

Kind Russian rice balls: You can choose to shuffle [吃蓝.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Hmm... I'll consider it

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: Fei Jia~

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: I refuse

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: I have already worn women's clothing, is it so difficult to dance with me at the comic exhibition? [Hold my little quilt tight.jpg]

Kind Russian rice ball: I don't care, but it's only in this world, the consequences of losing the vest here are too miserable, I don't want it

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Hey... I'm obviously looking forward to it...

While chatting to pass the time, a sudden change occurred at the main building of the port mafia thousands of kilometers away.Shuji Tsushima frowned, his original casual attitude disappeared, and a dignified look appeared on his slightly immature face.

His iris pupils stared closely at the silhouette of the building, struggling to catch a black figure struggling.And not long after that, a slender figure jumped down from the floor of the chief's office, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The black supernatural bat flapped its wings, and the tip of its claws tightly clasped the chain that was easy to hold tightly. At a speed far exceeding the limit of normal creatures, it galloped towards a certain place in Yokohama.

Shuji Tsushima clapped heartlessly, with a look of gloating on his face.Because he was afraid of involving the wound, he didn't move much, just to ensure the effect, he said the onomatopoeia of "chi chi chi chi" in his mouth, which looked like a naive three-year-old kid.

The moment the hat was taken away, he believed that Wei Erlun was also in a daze.

[Private chat with "Kindly Russian Rice Ball"]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Verlaine has already rushed to your side, please allow me to laugh for a while

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: laugh, I'm listening

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha——

……

Fearing that Wei Erlun would pay attention to himself by laughing and paralyzed by the stone bridge like this, Shuji Tsushima covered his mouth with difficulty, trembling all over, not daring to make a sound.He swipes the screen with the same word uninterruptedly on the chat interface, and the chat box becomes the only outlet for venting the words that have been suppressed for a long time.

Soon, the historical chat records of the two were occupied by a series of "hahaha", even Fyodor had to come forward to stop this crazy behavior of swiping the screen.

[Private chat with "Kindly Russian Rice Ball"]

Kind Russian rice ball: Alright Xiuzhi, stop for a second, you're disturbing my eyes [Mr. Tuo is sluggish.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: You actually use your own emoticon pack! ! !

Well-meaning Russian Rice Balls: Any Questions?I also have a lot of expression packs of Poison Mushroom

Humanoid Self-propelled Bandage Essence: Cough cough, um!Then Wei Erlun will be handled by you, don't really kill him.In case one day I have a whim and want to go back to this world to do something, but I come across Asagiri and write this paragraph, it will be miserable when I come back

Kind Russian Rice Balls: Don’t worry, I won’t go back in a short time

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I will disconnect first, so I won’t bother you

Kindly Russian rice balls: Received

The time is right.

The house was empty, and the sound of shallow breathing became the only faint sound in this space.

There was only one dim wall lamp in the coffee shop, emitting a dim and soft light, casting an ambiguous halo on the young man sitting by the bar.The young shopkeeper was holding a beautifully bound literary book, his fingertips inadvertently traced the gilt pattern on the edge of the cover, and the black hair that brushed past his ears brushed across his face, blocking his reading sight.

Rimbaud's "Collection of Colored Paintings", a collection of poems that should not appear in this world.

In order to welcome the valuable guests, Fyodor changed out of the bartender uniform he often wore at work early, and found a certain robe that had been dusty for a long time at the bottom of the closet where several bartender uniforms of the same style were placed.

It was the robe he wore before he was separated from his "betrayer" companions, just like the unfathomable abyss in his eyes, there was only an ink-like blackness that would not be eroded by any color.

Mikhail, the manager of Poirot Coffee Shop, is a gentle young man who rarely goes out to socialize.His personality is not very introverted, no matter who he treats, he can win favor with the most elegant posture.There are even quite a few women who come here admiringly fall for him. They don't mind whether his appearance under the mask is beautiful or ugly, and they pursue him with great fanfare.

Mikhail rejected each of these overtures.

Apart from a few trench coats of rather formal style, his wardrobe was eerily empty.It can be concluded that Mikhail does not have any social circles other than the necessary communication for running the store.

He is like a lonely old man guarding the lighthouse alone on an isolated island, day after day, embracing loneliness and falling asleep.

Fyodor put the collection of French poems aside, holding the top hat brought back by the familiar who did not know when to return with one hand, and asked in the same gentle voice as usual: "Is this what you are looking for? "

He played with the hat that was given to Nakahara Chuya by Mori Ogai, his eyes swept over the blurred signature on the inside, and finally landed on the man who appeared not far away at some time.

Just like the vague description in the original work, the visitor was tall and formally dressed, even a high-end custom black suit could not hinder his actions in the slightest.

When he saw clearly that the shopkeeper who was obviously waiting for him was dressed, the man pursed his thin lips, his faint smile disappeared, and his breath suddenly became dangerous.

A suffocating sense of oppression erupted, and a stray cat nestled at the back door of the coffee shop let out a shriek and screamed, and its hair exploded, and hurriedly escaped from this area that made it feel life-threatening.

The door bell never rang.

Fyodor's face remained unchanged, and he was not affected by the sense of oppression.

"This is what Zhong also got after he joined the port mafia. It originally belonged to Rimbaud."

In order to show his respect to the enemy who recognized his strength, the transcendent who had returned to his wartime appearance slowly got up.He smoothed the folds of his robe slowly, stared at the other party through the black and white half-face mask, and opened his lips and teeth lightly: "The spy, Paul Verlaine, met once before, but it's a pity that he never had the chance to fight .”

Fyodor accidentally met Verlaine when he was repairing the server in "The Seven Betrayers".

At that time, the man had already betrayed his motherland and attacked his partner Rimbaud, which caused the first appearance of "Huang Ba Tu" in Yokohama, Japan.

Corresponding to his prototype - after getting drunk, he had a dispute with Rimbaud, and he fired two shots to injure the other party.

The power is unknown, the purpose is unknown, and there is no conflict of interest between the two parties, the first meeting ended with passing each other.

There is not much communication, just passers-by.

The visitor's fingertips moved slightly, caressing the corner of his mouth, smoothing out the irresistible mocking smile.He obviously remembered the brief meeting between the two, but when they met again many years later, he discovered something very special.

He said, "It's you, I thought it was a dead person who came out of some coffin."

Coupled with all the information I know about Mikhail, the existence of this person may have a special meaning.

"It turns out that you are also the same kind, but you can't even breathe." The smile in the man's eyes faded, as if he was offended by his new discovery, he said: "My brother has been taken care of by you for a while, after that Don't worry about it anymore."

Fyodor, who has completely entered the show mode, sneered, and his taunting skills were fully activated, "I don't know when Chuya got a French brother, wouldn't it be someone who called himself?"

"Come and try, let alone kill your own son, and want to use my younger brother as a substitute." Verlaine's eyes flickered slightly, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a malicious arc, "You are really shameless." Fuck, Mister Dostoevsky."

After all, during a confrontation, choosing the right time to expose the opponent's hidden wounds can effectively disrupt the enemy's sanity.

The corners of Fyodor's mouth tensed instantly, and the corners of his eyes, which were covered by the mask, twitched, obviously reacting to the other party's words.

Acting in this kind of scene that can only be passed one by one, and must not be NG, is a test of the actors' micro-movements.

He deliberately lowered his tone, gritted his teeth, and clenched his slender fingers that were originally relaxed.He seemed to feel extremely angry, but he had to try his best to hold back, "A person who can even betray his partner, who has the right to say that about me?"

Even when Rimbaud was mentioned face to face, Verlaine did not have any emotional fluctuations, as if the person who died not long ago was just an insignificant person.Without changing his tone, he said, "It really is that person who turned you into such a culprit."

"Pandora's Actor, the man who can play tricks on the European government, it seems that even the former 'betrayer' has become his servant, so funny." He shook his head, as if pitying, "Let you Kosuge Eunkichi's identity handles the property for him, it's a good thing he can figure it out."

Well, another layer of the vest fell off.

"You can even find out what happened in a remote town in Siberia ten years ago. You are not surprised to find that I am Yinkichi Kosuga." Fyodor sighed heavily, somewhat self-deprecating means.

Originally, Eunkichi Kosuge was a fixed trumpet, and he and Shuji Tsushima would decide how to use it according to the future direction of the script.

It is possible to make him an independent existence, appearing as an elder familiar to Osamu Dazai, or to make him a vest of Pandora's Actor himself, so as to expose his ambitious ambitions for Yokohama.

In the current situation, Ginkichi Kosuga is another identity that Mikhail's shopkeeper conceals.

No one would have thought that the top executives of the Yokohama branch of Mellors, Japan, would be shining brightly in the coffee shop downstairs of the company all day long.

"Isn't that the job of a spy?"

Verlaine's ability to know the "truth" that happened in the town where Mikhail lived back then shows that his preparations with Shuji Tsushima were successful.

Pandora's Actor and his subordinate, Melles, seem to be developing steadily in Europe on the surface, pay taxes obediently, and never act recklessly on the basis of their own business license.However, Melles' development was too fast, and he quickly grasped the lifeline of many industries, which was still too high-profile for people with supernatural abilities.

If someone with a heart deliberately investigates, the process may be a bit twists and turns. Generally speaking, it is not difficult to find out that Pandora is involved with the "seven betrayers".

And to go deeper, it is necessary to discover the "truth" of the matter based on the clues deliberately left by the two directors.

——The murderer who caused the destruction of the town was none other than Mikhail himself, and his rampage power instantly burned everything to ashes.Along with his young child, everything was burned.

However, the culprit that caused Mikhail to go berserk was Pandora's Actor who suddenly appeared next to him after that.

Mikhail is already the commanding role in the "Seven Betrayers" that ended the supernatural war, and most of the actions of his companions must follow his tactical arrangements.

If all of this is driven by Pandora's Actor...

"That man is really tricky and difficult to deal with." Recalling that he had discovered the secret behind this that made ordinary people fear, Verlaine said: "It's just that I didn't think about it before, and even being the brains of the 'Seven Betrayers' None of the transcendents can resist."

The tall man opened his lips, and his tone contained no emotion, "After all, you are dead."

"That's a lot of nonsense." Fyodor frowned, and was noncommittal about what the other party pointed out. "This is a grudge between me and Pandora. Anyone who has nothing to do with it should shut up obediently. Be sensible and leave this city."

Verlaine said: "It's not up to you, an outsider, to shout about the matter between me and Zhongye."

"That's hard to say. One of my children is enough. As for Mr. Wei Erlun, let's leave it alone." The masked young man stroked the cloak hanging from his shoulders with a smile, not bothering to cover up the coldness in his pupils, between words It is even more deliberate with the meaning of humiliation.

"With such a rebellious son like you, I'm afraid I'll lose my life."

"Hmph... what are you?"

Immediately after the battle, men no longer have the energy to maintain the so-called elegant appearance.Mikhail is different from any supernatural power user in Yokohama. Even among transcendents, he is considered to have the top ability, so that no one who has fought seriously with him has ever left alive.

If you don't do your best, you will die.

His expression was dark, and his contemptuous eyes swept over the other person's chest, "The dead gods are just undead wandering around the world."

Why is the heart of the undead still beating?

The tense strings were broken, and the last semblance of peace floating on the surface was instantly shattered.Mikhail's cold killing intent reached his eyes, the corners of his mouth smoothed out, and he looked at Wei Erlun who had the same eyes as him.

No one can see when they strike, and no one can survive the war between the transcendents.With the piercing sound of glass shattering, black bats swarmed out, turning the coffee shop where the two were in ruins.

The wind pressure caused by the bat swarm engulfed countless broken stones, glass pieces with sharp edges, the remains of log furniture covered with wood thorns, and even the main frame was destroyed.The fragments of reinforced concrete are like bullets of different sizes. The moment they are thrown away from the bat swarm, they quickly embed into the surrounding hard concrete ground.

That night, something beyond human cognition happened.

The bright and clean moon wheel embedded in the dark sky was caressed by a hand stained with heavy luster, and the remaining paint was smudged until it was completely obliterated.

The never-before-seen purple full moon dyed the city the same color.

It is cold, but penetrates into the depths of the soul.