Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The French doors behind him were closed, and the guards with guns standing on both sides of the door remained motionless, fulfilling their security tasks dutifully.

The orange-haired boy pushed the wheelchair forward in the corridor. The long-haired carpet perfectly absorbed the sound of footsteps and rolling wheels, and gradually moved away in this corridor without any windows.

Without saying a word, he pushed his partner into the spotless elevator that stopped on this floor, and only then asked the words rolling in his throat for a long time.

"What's the matter with you recently?"

Since the young man was fully awake, he changed his previous style of fighting with his partner in everything, like a wild cat whose minions have been completely pulled out, and his personality has become much more obedient.

Those behaviors that seemed to be causing trouble for him, but it was later confirmed that he really needed his presence, and it was not for the reason of cheating his partner.

For example, today's sending of documents is related to the port mafia's right to navigate in the coastal waters. There are not many people who are qualified to know this part of the information, and they cannot be forwarded by subordinates.For the sake of confidentiality, Osamu Dazai even hid the documents under the blanket along the way, and then handed them over to the leader himself.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at the hair spinning on the top of the opponent's head, and his thoughts were scattered, as if the bickering when he was sober for a short time that day was just his own illusion.

It's like he's a different person.

Without raising his head, Osamu Dazai stared at the texture of the blanket covering his legs, and said in a flat voice, "It's nothing."

If it were before he was injured, he would have choked back with extremely embarrassing language on this occasion.

"That's why it's not like you... Ah, it's so annoying!" Nakahara Chu also turned his head away, lowering the brim of his hat irritably.

Knowing that his partner won't see his expression, he still hides his uncomfortable side.

"I've always been like this. Isn't it good to work hard for the organization?" The boy in the wheelchair replied, without too many emotional fluctuations in his tone.

He stared at the elevator button not far away, leaned forward slightly, long-pressed and canceled the button to go to the floor where his office is located, and chose the button on the floor where the garage is located instead, "If you can, take me to Lupin, anyway, now There's nothing else to do, why not have a drink with a friend."

Those who are qualified to park their private vehicles in the underground garage are only members of the organization whose positions are above the cadre candidate, and both themselves and their partners park their vehicles here for emergencies.

"Don't think of me as a little brother doing chores." Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched the rear handle of the wheelchair, muttering complaints, but did not actually take any action.

Since someone woke up after the operation, his personality has changed drastically, and he no longer calls those malicious nicknames, so that now he even has no reason to quarrel with his partner.

The orange-haired boy opened the co-pilot's door of his sports car seemingly irritatedly, suppressing the idea of ​​hugging his partner into the car, and letting Osamu Dazai struggle to move into the car alone.Then he put the wheelchair away and put it in the trunk.

Any sympathetic gesture towards him is an insult.

Nakahara also didn't know where the bar Dazai mentioned was, and the two rarely got together after work, let alone know the store where the other party frequented.

Seeing that Osamu Dazai had no intention of continuing to speak, he had to take out his mobile phone to set the navigation, and then drove the sports car away with a kick of the accelerator.

The two were silent along the way, and the much thinner black-haired boy tilted his head, watching the rapidly receding street scene outside the window.

Chuya Nakahara was the first one who couldn't stand the dull atmosphere. He inadvertently glanced at his partner's bony wrist, and his expression darkened after seeing the bandages that seemed to be scattered.

He cleared his throat, stared at the road in front of him pretending to be nonchalant, concealed the embarrassment in his tone and said: "Your body... I have been paying attention to the right doctor, anyway, don't be so sad every day and work hard to treat it. It can always be recovered."

Osamu Dazai turned his head slowly and took a deep look at him.

"It's useless." The boy said abruptly.

"what?"

"Mikhail didn't use an ordinary knife to cut off my tendons. He used a group of demons to directly wipe out the ability of my tendons to transmit power." He raised his hands, staring at the sharp but hard-to-bend fingers, "No matter how good a doctor is, he can't bring back what didn't exist."

From the moment the limb is destroyed, something is destined.

Demons and retrograde, the only two supernatural abilities in this world that are not affected by disqualification in the world.

Zhong Yuanzhong also obviously realized this, and said in surprise: "Aren't you disqualified?" "His ability is not affected by nullification."

"..."

Another long silence.

The orange-haired boy obviously didn't know how to continue the conversation, so he could only stare at the traffic lights that were counting down in front of him, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel one after another.

Disqualification in the world, an extremely rare absolute anti-supernatural ability in the world, can even restore oneself from a dirty state.

Why does such an ability have no effect on Mikhail?

Or is it that the young man who was once respected by him as an elder is really such an unreasonable existence?

Complicated emotions spread in his heart, Zhong Yuan frowned and waited for the change of the traffic light, and started the sports car again amidst the hum of the engine.

The scenery outside the window began to move, and finally noticed the loosening of the bandages. The curly-haired boy who was particularly depressed simply spread them out, revealing the shocking scar on his wrist.

With the strength of his wrist and the help of his teeth, he tried hard to tie the bandage that was only enough to cover his wrist, and at the same time asked vaguely: "Speaking of which, why didn't you tell the leader about that, Chuya?"

For a while, he didn't realize what his partner was referring to, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also puzzled, "What?"

Osamu Dazai adjusted his sitting posture slightly, and his already dull pupils became deeper.

The corner of his mouth curled into a self-deprecating arc, but soon, even this weak emotion was wiped out, "You saw that day, the scene where I fell from the roof of the sixtieth floor to my death."

Afterwards, Yui conveniently witnessed his resurrection after death, and did not tell Mori Ogai about this.

It seems that because of the tragic experience of his partner, he unconsciously angered the leader who made this decision, so he did not report it.

Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai took the initiative to bring up this matter, and Nakahara Chuya was a little flustered for a while, and before he could organize his words in his mind, he habitually replied in a barbed tone, "...You are like this, even if you can't die There is no way to go to the front line at all, so what's the use of telling the leader?"

As soon as the words fell, he realized his partner's current situation and immediately regretted it.

Knowing that the other party has a high probability of not being able to stand up for the rest of his life, his words are just throwing salt on the wound.

The young man holding the steering wheel hurriedly changed his words, but he didn't know how to remedy it, "It's not...that, I mean..."

"Hehe, you're really merciless." Osamu Dazai just smiled sadly and didn't care, "I said before, the leader didn't know that things would develop like that, and I didn't expect this, so don't blame him."

He was more worried that his partner's loyalty to Mori Ogai would be shaken by himself than being permanently disabled.

The vehicle gradually deviates from the main road and drives into the alleys that are inaccessible.

The bustling scene of the downtown has faded, and in the old city, even in the daytime, the dull atmosphere still lingers.

The follow-up path has been memorized by heart, and Zhongyuan Zhong also turned off the navigation. After hesitating again and again, he finally asked the doubts that had troubled him for two years.

"Hey, bastard mackerel, what is your relationship with Mikhail and Meles?"

He paused for a while, and added: "It's fine if you don't want to say it, I don't have to know it."

When the young man with a sick face heard Mikhail's name, he trembled subconsciously.

He tried his best to shake off the nightmare scene in his mind, pursed his extremely dry lips, and said in a low voice: "...the leader of Mellas and I are father and son."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also almost kicked the gas pedal to hit the sports car against the wall, "What?!"

"The leader thinks so, that's why he asked me to meet Mikhail." Osamu Dazai turned his head expressionlessly, his kite-colored eyes slightly closed, and his voice was calm, "But my relationship with that man... It's more complicated than that."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

If it is said that Osamu Dazai and the leader of Melles do have a kinship relationship, then there is nothing wrong with Mori Ogai's arrangement.

After all, normal people would not think that a father would let his hands go and force his children.

"I was like a plaything to him. I lived a captive life before I came to the leader. In order not to let me die easily, he left a curse on me."

The curse of immortality.

The atmosphere surrounding the young man became heavy, Osamu Dazai tilted his body, leaned his head against the car window, and murmured softly, "When you think about it, you can tease it at any time, as a way to vent your desire Tools or something..."

Such a situation is very similar to those good-looking sex slaves sold on the black market.

Stimulated by this too terrifying information, his blood ran cold, and Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously widened his eyes, and an unbelievable gaze emerged on his face.

"you……"

The black-haired boy seemed unaware of his partner's surprise, and continued to explain in a soft voice.

"Mikhail is the eyeliner of that man in Yokohama. One reason is to manage the Meles branch, but more is to monitor me."

"Although I can't escape that man's control anywhere, but now that Mikhail is chasing him, I can have a rare moment of peace here." Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and tried hard to show a smile, as if In this way, he can express his joyful mood, "Also, Zhong won't beat me up, so it's a blessing in disguise."

Zhongyuan also caught a glimpse of his partner's face from the corner of his eye, and lowered the brim of his hat with one free hand.

Nameless anger grew in his heart, he gritted his teeth, and tried his best to restrain his urge to destroy something.

The orange-haired boy in the rearview mirror had a gloomy expression, holding back his anger.

Don't do this, stop laughing.

This is not what Dazai Osamu should look like.

The young man slammed on the brakes, and the sports car stopped in the middle of the alley, blocking the passing road.

He stared at his partner with a somewhat dazed expression, and said in an extremely obscure voice, "Although I asked this question first... If you are uncomfortable, there is no need to deliberately expose the scar."

The sapphire-like pupils reflected the blurred virtual image of the other party.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked solemn, and slowly said: "You smile too ugly."