When Qi Mu's super power defected

I blew up the tree.

I did it on purpose, because if I didn’t blow it up, it might blow up a building. I moved the vent of the superpower at a critical moment. The police officers never investigated the tree, so it’s unclear whether there is a bomb placed on it.

The police officers downstairs were busy putting out the fire, Matsuda looked at me worriedly,

He thinks I'm sad.

It's really strange, how did he come to such a conclusion when I clearly managed the expressions so well.

Without pausing, I put my right hand on the projectile that I wanted to touch, and the information stored in the object was transmitted to me one after another. I can't tell whether I am paralyzing me with another memory idea.

The memory of the bomb started yesterday as I retraced it one day, and soon the prisoner's face was revealed, followed by his hiding place, and the bomb remembered how the prisoner took it from the wrong place. Channel bought back.

I also touched explosives, fuses, and other parts, where these objects were produced, where they were resold, and who passed them, all of which could not escape my eyes.

"Saiki?" Officer Matsuda was puzzled by my pause.

[nothing. ] With my left hand, I gathered the tinfoil wrapping them and handed them to Officer Matsuda, [Give these to the police. ]

Police Officer Matsuda took over the pile of dangerous goods, "There was an explosion outside, and there may be other places where bombs are hidden in this hospital." Work down... By the way, Saiki, do you know there are other bomb sites?"

He remembered my calm look that always knew everything. When I first arrived at Mihua Central Hospital, I was also the one who immediately revealed the location of the bomb.

[there is none left. ] I answered him,

Officer Matsuda and I went out of the bathroom, and Officer Megure, who heard the news, just arrived outside the door.

"Matsuda, it's great that you're safe and sound." He was so anxious that sweat broke out on his brow. The most common action I've seen him seem to be to wipe his face with a handkerchief from his pocket.

"It's thanks to Qi Mu who came to save me." Officer Matsuda handed the dangerous object to the special treatment team and pulled me over, "This is my new friend. I heard from him that he wanted to be a policeman, so he always Focusing on the impulsive behavior of criminals, it seems that the Metropolitan Police Department has to reward him."

Why is he praising me while scolding me.

I looked at Police Officer Megure, intending to introduce myself to this acquaintance who was not an acquaintance.

But when Police Officer Mumu turned his gaze to me with a smile on his face, his entire face froze instantly, and his heart was as shocked as a bolt from the blue.

[…?

(This, this scarf is---!)

Oh Yo.

I greeted without changing my face, [Qi Mu, Qi Mu ruffian. ]

Police officer Mumu pulled his hat to cover his pupils and coughed a few times in a concealed manner, "Hi, hello, I'm Mumu Shisan."

(Can't be wrong, can't be wrong!)

His mind frantically flicked the screen,

(This hair color, this scarf, and a private helicopter, plus the most reliable and useful information from the dark thread, those green glasses and hairpin!)

He knows me.

I looked at Police Officer Mumu and understood,

After all, he has climbed to the position of the police department, so it is reasonable to know more.

My undisguised feature is the label of walking, not to mention that I have never treated Sakai Rikuto.Honestly, I've often wondered what would happen if my identity was revealed.Will I fight the officers?Still playing around with them, how many people will they dispatch to arrest me...why do I have such dangerous thoughts.

I got rid of the theater in my mind, Officer Matsuda comforted the late Officer Sato, they have been working together for the past few days, Officer Sato desperately thought Matsuda would die, and was still afraid of being sad, Matsuda was posing The angry slapping face diverted her attention.

While they were not paying attention, I quietly returned to the roof of the hospital.

"BOSS." Dumbbird was waiting for me,

[Let's go. ] I stepped on the helicopter, looked back in a strange way, [things resolved, back to Yokohama. ]

The noise of the plane attracted the attention of the police officers, and several people in the hospital also noticed my sudden departure, but it was too late.

Police officer Matsuda sent me the last text message with a dead cell phone: Why did you just leave?

He also wanted to treat me to a meal, and in order to take care of my consumption level, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money.

I used clairvoyance on the helicopter to locate the criminal, and found that he was in the office building opposite Mihua Central Hospital, observing with a distorted face and gritted teeth.

Everything he planned carefully did not get the desired result.

I thought about it briefly for a few seconds, and finally decided...not to use the Mafia's methods.Matsuda would have been better off catching him himself.

I sent a message to Police Officer Mumu's mobile phone: The criminal is on the 12th floor of Block B of the opposite office building, wearing a blue hat, gray coat and black overalls, there is still a chance to surround him now.

After doing this, I put the phone aside and closed my eyes to rest.

……

……Um.

I looked down through the window,

Dumbbird raised the helicopter to about 600 meters. At this height, I couldn't hear other people's voices.

so quiet.

***

I heard some things that didn't please me, and even though I've blown up a few trees, I'm still a little frustrated.

As a result of being in a bad mood, I went to the mall and maxed out my card.

I used meteor showers and Elvis Presley to attract some foreign tourists to Yokohama. I opened a commercial street and made a lot of money. I deducted a little from my salary, and the rest was bought for land and invested in urban construction.

The uncontrollable things in the body never happened again, and the use of superpowers was smooth. With the help of Xiaoxiong, I teleported a few times, and nothing unexpected happened.

Officer Matsuda has been in touch with me on his mobile phone, but when I read those text messages, I often feel bored and tired for no reason.

"Like the new and hate the old?"

Osamu Dazai once said coolly after I couldn't read it once.

[Don't mess with words. ]I said.

"Isn't the leader's favorite object?" Probably my expression was very flat, Dazai Osamu continued to chat about this topic, "Adumb bird and the people from the Banner Club gossip about you, you have added another person who is affectionate and unrepentant. "

Why did he use the word "personal design" so skillfully?

[In also tell you? ]

"It can only be him, who in the organization dares to talk to me like that."

In the port mafia, Osamu Dazai’s name is even more useful than me to some extent, because he is an expert in pain, and he is better than experienced professionals in torture. He is best at exerting psychological pressure on people. Sometimes, before the truly unbearable pain comes, the person being interrogated will have a nervous breakdown.

[I have also found a partner. ]

Osamu Dazai glanced at me indifferently, "I don't need that kind of thing."

Because he thinks that no one can understand him.

This is what I want to say, no one in this world can understand me, and neither can Saiki Kusuo,

But in fact, people and people are like this.

I still have a bunch of friends who save me from the loneliness I thought I wouldn't feel if I didn't experience the buzz.I didn't reveal my buried secrets to my original friends, and I didn't say some heart-wrenching words to them, but they still get along with me intimately and happily. They understand me from my daily style. What I found out was the personality traits that I may not even be aware of.

This is enough.

[Officer Matsuda asks me out to play, but the leader is too busy and I don't have time at all. ] I pretended to complain to Osamu Dazai,

"I can still believe what Mr. Sen told me, but when you say this, it's like crying poor to me with 100 billion."

I blinked, [...that metaphor is so sharp. ]

"You still go out to race motorcycles tomorrow night."

[Are you jealous?I can take you with me tonight. ]

"Don't mess with words."

I bent my eyes and smiled,

[Dazai—what you get will always be lost, it’s better not to have it in the first place—that’s what you said, right? ]

Osamu Dazai paused, then looked at me suspiciously, "So what?"

[The same is true for people, close people will leave one day, or give up this relationship due to emotional factors, or die due to an unexpected biological end due to disease, it is better not to make friends from the beginning. ] I looked into his eyes and said seriously, [And if a person can never die, are you afraid? ]

Are you still afraid of meeting him, are you afraid that someone will live forever?

Dazai was stunned.

Because of the amount of information in my words, his eyes were mixed with disbelief and somewhat undetectable conflict.

I chuckled and walked past him.

And behind me, he suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

***

During this time, my prophetic dreams happened frequently.

I rarely have prophetic dreams, but occasionally I take on the task of saving the world. Disasters do not happen often. Saiki Kusuo only solves several large earthquakes a year, smashes a star that hits the earth in two years, and fixes one in three years. erupting volcano.

When I woke up one morning, I predicted that there would be an unprecedented tsunami in the coastal city I had been to once.

The tsunami was not monitored by the Environmental Weather Bureau. People were unprepared, and the city was operating as usual. No one knew that a disaster would break the peace.So I conclude that this is a death caused by supernatural powers that shouldn't exist.

I teleported to that sea area, waved my hand and hit the rising waves.This unformed tsunami was killed by me in its cradle.

I was floating in the air and saw a huge cruise ship below.

There is an auction on the cruise ship, and the rich are intoxicated in the feast of money, but there are several voices in their hearts that are different. They are full of fear and hatred, and they are the voices that people will make when they are dying.

I made eye contact with Fyodor who came out of a room.

He was no different from the last time I met, he still had pale and bloodless skin, a thin and tall figure, and deep purple pupils.

His shoes were stained with a few drops of liquid of an unknown color, and my gaze swept across the stain, and then I met Fyodor's shocked wide-eyed eyes.

He said, "...you are?"

(Saiki?)

Ok?

I confirmed my appearance and clothing, I have a male body, right?

But my appearance is indeed very similar to a female body, and Fyodor thought she was normal when he saw me.

[passing by. ] I stood in the air with my arms around my chest, planning to leave after the reading time of teleportation passed, [Don’t worry about me,]

Fyodor's next words made my expression slightly change,

"Are you here for the 'book' too?"

book, what is that?

I lightly landed on the railing of the cruise ship. Although it was a very narrow foothold, I was as steady as walking in a garden.

[What is a book? ] I asked directly.

He will subconsciously think of the answer in his heart because of my question.

From this, I soon learned that the book is a blank book with no words on a white background, and any content written in the legend, as long as it is a complete story, can come true in this world.

Does such a thing exist?

So the sporadic organizations that gathered in Yokohama inexplicably, the supernatural beings who squeezed their heads for some kind of existence, are they looking for something that can rewrite the ending in the legend?They didn't even know what that thing was called a "book" and what it looked like.

Immediately afterwards, Fyodor told me regretfully that there were no "books" on this cruise ship, it was just illusory false news.

But my heart throbbed suddenly.

This throbbing from time to time accompanied me for half a month.

Until one day, I found a book with no content on my desk.

It is so inconspicuous, but it seduces me like a summoning(?).

I:[……]

I picked up this book and asked Rikuto Sakai, [Did you put it? ]

Sakai Ludou looked at me in confusion, "This is a new notebook from the logistics department this morning. I saw that yours was about to be used up, so I picked some and brought them here... What's wrong, boss?"

The book appeared to me, it came to me.

For some reason, a voice told me so.

My intuition tells me that it is not so easy to write something on it, and it is not a good thing for others to get it.I briefly studied it, but I really didn't find anything from it, and my sense of this thing is very subtle, so after three days, I threw it into the burning stove.

So the next second, I saw the world begin to collapse.

Earthquakes and volcanic eruptions came one after another, the sea area in sight was scattered like a jigsaw puzzle, and the bright sky was shattered into pieces, revealing the terrifying endless darkness.The collective outburst of people's negativity revealed to me their fear and desperation.

This doomsday scene scared me to pull out a suppressor, and urgently adjusted the world's time back to a day ago.

Because of this fatal characteristic that seems to be the origin of the world, I sealed the book in the safe and threw away the deserted island I was looking for.

I thought this episode was almost over.

But one day, I heard Osamu Dazai's voice of extreme fear and shock.

He has never been so out of control, so I was working, and I teleported to him in the next second,

——I saw Osamu Dazai holding a book in his hand.