Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

After sending Osamu Dazai to the bar, Chuya Nakahara drove the car to the coast.Blown by the salty sea breeze, the boy stared at the dark waves and sea for a long time, and then returned to the headquarters of the port mafia.

After the usual work, he usually returns to his residence, pours a glass of red wine, and admires the hazy night of Yokohama.Until the body and mind are relaxed, then dress and rest, waiting for the dawn of the next morning.

It's just that he still couldn't worry about his seriously injured and disabled partner, and was going to wait in the headquarters until he came back.

After all, that mackerel hadn't left the building for three whole months, and he probably didn't even have the strength to open the door with the key when he came back.

No one maliciously provoked his daily life, and to be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The orange-haired boy stepped into the elevator and unconsciously pressed the button for the floor where Osamu Dazai's office is located.It wasn't until the elevator door opened and saw that the corridors were not the one he was familiar with, that Zhongya Nakahara realized the strangeness.

Just before he reselected the correct number of floors, two grassroots members in his field of vision attracted the boy's attention.

The finger with the leather glove stopped in mid-air, and the button on his office floor did not light up.Nakahara Chuya's mind was extremely chaotic, standing in the slowly closing elevator, silently watching the scene in front of him.

The two grassroots members struggled to carry an overly large box, moving at a constant speed in the corridor, and the destination was obviously Osamu Dazai's office.

Is there anything too inconsistent...

Fragmentary memories frantically flashed in his mind, and in a trance, it seemed that there was smoke and dust from some pungent flames.That kind of breath is mixed with a little fragrance of flowers, which emerges in many past pictures.

That's right, Osamu Dazai basically wouldn't use the Main Building of Hong Kong and Heijutsu as the delivery location for express deliveries. Even if he is the leader's confidant, this kind of behavior is too rude.

The only time was the cake that was suspected to be made by Mikhail himself, followed by a bouquet of delicate yellow roses that was given to an unknown person.The bouquet of roses was soon lit by the emotionally disturbed teenager, and was swallowed by the flames and turned into a pile of ashes.

This scene is still fresh in my memory even now.

The surface of the boxes carried by the two members was extremely clean, without any labels that the products should have, let alone the layers of packages when sending the goods, and even the courier slips were not seen.

It was as if someone had personally sent it to the main building.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also pushed back the elevator door, rushed forward, and asked loudly, "What is this?"

The two grassroots members were obviously startled by the sudden sound, their footsteps were unsteady, and they almost fell down in a panic, and finally had to temporarily put the heavy box on the ground.

One of them was wiping his sweat, and Lizhi explained: "Master Zhongyuan, this is the courier delivered to the front desk just now. It doesn't have any tracking number. It just said it was for Mr. Dazai. We have checked that there are no dangerous items, so we brought it up." .”

"Show me!" The orange-haired boy couldn't hide the anxiety in his heart, and used gravity to destroy the cardboard box and the anti-shock foam, revealing something inside.

"wheelchair……?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked a little surprised, and put down the dark wheelchair that was suspended in mid-air.

It was a wheelchair that was much stronger than Osamu Dazai's in terms of shape and practicality. The rollers on both sides were the size of a motorcycle tire, and most of them were covered by a hard protective shell.From the appearance alone, it looks like a future high-tech product in a movie with a strong sense of design.

He even saw the tracks at the bottom, could it be that Osamu Dazai was going to the battlefield in this wheelchair?

While thinking, the friction sound of the elevator door opening sounded behind him, and the dull rolling sound approached, slowly stopping behind Zhongye Zhongye.

Osamu Dazai waved his hand wearily, signaling the few subordinates here to leave.When there were only two young teenagers left in the empty corridor, he asked, "Zhongye, what are you doing here so late?"

"Tsk, I'm not worried about you bastard, heal your injuries early and stand up early." Using gravity to gather up the carton residues and foam scraps in the corridor, the Central Plains will also clean up the mess everywhere, and his eyes inadvertently skip the spirit heal A lethargic partner.

There were many more scars on the black-haired boy, and the original white bandage was also stained with blood and dust.

"...Did you go to fight, with so many injuries?"

"It's just an accidental fall." Osamu Dazai shook his head and replied, then falsely pressed the forward button.He continued to drive forward on the corridor that his partner had packed up, until he was blocked by the wheelchair that had just been taken out of the box, and then he murmured softly, "Thank you, but I probably don't have much chance, and I won't be able to in the future." Then in time to help you control the pollution."

"sorry."

"..."

Nakahara also shrank his fingers inserted into his pockets, and his expression went blank for a moment.

Osamu Dazai, he just said "I'm sorry"?

"Wheelchair? This design is way ahead of all the models on the market. The crawlers below should make it easier for me to go up and down the stairs alone." The thin, black-haired boy thoughtfully observed the wheelchair, which suits his shape very well. , found an inconspicuous Russian signature among the scraps of many cartons, showing a clear look.

"So it was sent by Mr. Mikhail... Is it an apology..."

He tried to tilt the wheelchair forward, and the jet-black wheelchair began to move forward automatically, easily dragging it away together with the young man behind him.

It is very humane to be able to control the direction of travel with only the torso.

Osamu Dazai had a rare expression of interest on his face, he completely ignored his partner who was silent behind him, and went back to his office without hesitation.

The door is closed after two people enter, dividing the corridor and the interior into two spaces.

Zhong Yuanzhong also spoke without warning, interrupting his partner's meditation, "I've had enough."

"Ok?"

Osamu Dazai raised his head in doubt, and the situation suddenly changed suddenly.

The neckline was roughly pulled up, and the boy who could only rely on the wheelchair was forced to obey the pull and get up.His feet rested on the ground with difficulty, but he still couldn't really support the weight of his body, so he could only hang down powerlessly.

Nakahara no longer bears the anger that has been hidden in his heart for more than two months, just like every quarrel in the past, he tightly grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar.

His expression was gloomy, and the anger in the sapphire blue pupils filled the air, and he roared in a low voice: "Don't put on an appearance of being sorry to anyone, how could a person like you have such a face, stop joking!!!"

"...Chuya, let go." Osamu Dazai frowned uncomfortably, his voice weak.

"Look at the way you look now, it's disgusting." The orange-haired boy smiled wistfully, his voice choked up.

But he quickly restrained this part of his emotions, took a deep breath to suppress the soreness in his chest, and threatened in a low and hoarse voice, "Who do you think the person who knows you best, I am your partner! Dare to Showing such a disgusting side... I will kill you."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The curly-haired boy with bloodless cheeks suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, and said word by word: "Partner? Don't be kidding, when did you know me?"

He struggled to hold the opponent's arm lying in front of him with both hands that could not exert force. The resistance was obvious, and his weak voice gradually became more mocking. What else can it matter?"

Dazai Osamu's exposed left eye was shrouded in sadness, even if he stared at it, he could feel the deep desolation hidden in it.

Like a drowning person who has given up his last hope of life.

His thin lips parted slightly, his voice was so soft that it was inaudible, mechanically expounding a vision that did not match the existence of Dazai Osamu, the curvature of the corner of his mouth made one feel palpitating.

"I have a boyfriend who is five months younger than me. He is my only love. My dream is that I will open a clinic and he will open a coffee shop. I will get married when the age is right. I want to continue my studies at the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo, successfully complete my studies, and experience The life that normal people should have. I hate killing and everything in the dark world, because what I want to be is a doctor who saves the dying and heals the wounded, not a bloody executioner."

The young man took a short breath, and countless malicious chaos bloomed in his eyes.

He murmured, "But it's too late now."

"If I have the chance...I want to leave Yokohama forever. No one hates this city more than me. And then sleep in a place that no one knows, and don't be disturbed..."

Don't let his feelings be reset again and again.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had an extremely stiff expression, any words he wanted to say felt like a heavy weight, and could only be choked in his throat, "You..."

"You don't know anything, you don't understand anything, what qualifications do you have to say that you are my partner?"

Osamu Dazai's voice was cold, and he completely denied everything about their past as the most famous partner of the port mafia, denying the title of double black, "Or is Mr. Zhongyuan hating me?"

The boy squinted his eyes and smiled brightly, but the words that came out of his mouth were like sharp blades tempered with poison, attacking fiercely at the partner who had entrusted each other with their backs.

"After all, if it wasn't for my intervention, you would still be the king of the sheep now, right? Ah, that's not true. Apart from you, who else among the weak sheep can survive the dragon head war?"

The strength from the hem disappeared, and Osamu Dazai fell to the ground suddenly.He lowered his head in embarrassment, waiting for a heavy punch to land on the cheek.

The wind pressure came from the side of the ear, lifting the hair on his temples, but he still couldn't wait for the expected pain.

He didn't dare to look at Nakahara Chuya's expression, but he could vaguely feel that the other party was trying to suppress his anger and was panting heavily.

As if he realized that what he did was useless, Osamu Dazai was a relentless bastard. He had been like this from the very beginning, and there was no possibility of being civilized.

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned around and left angrily. The office door slammed shut under his vent-like force, and the violent impact echoed in his ears, which could not dissipate for a long time.

Unfamiliar footsteps appeared, and the hem of the yellow military uniform was raised as the young man walked forward.

At some point, a third person appeared in the room. After admiring the farce that was staged not long ago, he showed his figure from behind the curtain.

"Is it okay to say something like that?" The visitor stopped in front of Dazai Osamu, put his fingertips on the bone white mask covering his face, and said softly: "Your partner must have been deeply hurt by that call. "

"It's impossible." The boy who fell to the ground and couldn't get up by himself sneered and retorted, "After all, if the little dwarf is allowed to stay here, he will turn into a sticky slug corpse."

The young man shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh, as if lamenting the miserable appearance of the other party.

He was fascinated by the sympathetic appearance of the owner treating a disobedient kitten whose claws had been pulled out.

"Long time no see, Xiao Zhi." He said.

That was the long-disappeared Pandora's Actor.