Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The dense water vapor stains the mirror surface of the bathroom with a layer of white mist, and the embedded jacuzzi located in the corner of the closed house is filled with hot water at a suitable temperature and is exuding bursts of heat. It is a good place for people to relax.

The water mist condensed on the orange wall tiles, and slowly flowed down along the cracks of the tiles with the boy's sigh of comfort when he submerged in the hot water.

The bandages that Shuji Tsushima seldom left were forcibly peeled off, like layers of pure white flowers that were defiled by the pickers and piled up on the carpet at the bathroom door.

He has always said that bandages are a part of the body, and he refuses to take them off even when taking a bath. He even prepared a lot of waterproof items for this purpose, wrapping his torso tightly.It's just that due to the plot and physical reasons recently, he had to give up this kind of maintenance of the character, and only kept a few limbs.

Even so, the last bit of the main body could not be saved before being dragged into the bathtub.

The curly-haired boy whose hair was soaked in sweat covered his mouth with the back of his hand, covering his trembling breathing, and waited for his heart beating too fast to return to normal, then slid down without strength.

It is true that Shuji Tsushima felt uncomfortable when the bandage left his body, but as the number of times his body was forcibly removed by someone increased, he would fall asleep in the wave of wanting to drown him.Over time, he has gotten used to this process.

Anyway, let Fei Jia wrap it up afterwards.

After all, the player account used for the storyline is a candidate for a cadre of the port mafia, and his ability is obvious to all.From the moment he joined the organization two years ago, he has always been the leader's confidant. If he hadn't become disabled due to an accident a while ago, he might be able to become a cadre just around the corner.

In short, no one dared to cut corners in the decoration of Osamu Dazai's residence in the port mafia main building.

The outermost is the office, and the bedroom for rest is hidden behind the hidden door of the movable bookshelf, which is not much worse than many high-end apartments outside.

"Well... it's 01:30."

I don't know if it was because of the water temperature or something else, the flush on Shuji Tsushima's cheeks could not go away for a long time.He buried half of his face under the water, bubbling and bubbling, "Mr. Sen, an old fox who likes to squeeze child labor, won't give me a long vacation. It seems that it will only be a week at most, and he will drag me back again." work."

Regardless of whether Dazai Osamu really has rebellious thoughts, it is really easy to use as a subordinate.Even if it is for the best solution, Mori Ogai will not let him continue to idle.

Fyodor didn't respond aloud, he pulled over the nozzle, soaked his sweat-drenched hair thoroughly, and then brushed back the bangs that were close to his forehead.

"Wow..." The curly-haired boy who saw his lover rarely saw each other let out a meaningless exclamation.

Sure enough, once the bangs changed, the beautiful young man with a sickly appearance could immediately turn into a lecherous ghost.

He is indeed not suitable to play Pandora's Actor, even with the skin on, he can clearly feel that he is a completely different person inside.

In the script, the layout of the great demon Pandora's Actor has come to an end, and he will be peaceful for a long time after meeting his derivative body.Then he spent years preparing for the day that was destined to come, digging the grave with his own hands and filling the inscriptions with solitude.In the end, he lay down peacefully in the coffin, waiting for his obsession to sow the first handful of soil.

He concealed his sincerity with a smiling mask. The various acts of trampling people's hearts in the past were not motivated by interest or malice, and everything had a reason to happen.

He killed the children of the one he loved countless times, and drove the other self in the world into the abyss countless times.Send the child to Mikhail's side, to his lover's father's bed, and erase all their memories after the dust settles.

Even if all the puppets are scarred by him, even if the most painful person is actually himself.

Because Osamu Dazai was destined to be Mikhail's bride from the very beginning of his creation.

A sacrifice made to keep the disqualified "God" trapped in this troubled world.

No longer entangled in the character design of the big devil in the script, Shuji Tsushima patted the water surface childishly, and then rubbed against his lover, asking casually, "Will the little dwarf turn back?"

"02:30." Fyodor replied without thinking.

His eyes swept over the many scars on the lover's player, and he simply used the buoyancy of the water to hug him to his lap, supporting his thin body.

"Hiss——Fei Jia, you know the sleep time of slugs so well, you can even count on him coming to me half an hour after he's restless at two o'clock!" Shuji Tsushima felt chills when his skin suddenly touched the air, He subconsciously looked for a nearby heat source, and put his arms around his lover's neck.

The overly intimate and ambiguous behavior did not prevent him from shouting loudly.

After all, according to the script of the two, Chuya Nakahara, who was so hurt by his partner's words and trembling, would come back at about 02:30 in the morning.

After the brain completely calms down, the strongest fighter in Hong Kong will notice that Osamu Dazai is abnormal under these bastard words.

Although he takes pleasure in pissing off his partner every day, overturns the minefield with his real name in his behavior, and spins, jumps and dances wildly in it, but he never really crosses that vague bottom line.

Osamu Dazai never made fun of sheep.

And two hours after the usual time to fall asleep, Nakahara Chuya came back to check whether Osamu Dazai climbed into the wheelchair because of inner entanglements.

As for why he can know when he falls asleep...

"It's in the second season formula book," Fyodor replied.

"Ah, yes."

The Russian teenager leaning on the edge of the bathtub wall stretched out his hand, flicked the other person's head, and then pinched his earlobe and complained, "Did you throw your brain out because of the wheelchair drift?"

"Yes!" Tsushima Shuji replied stubbornly.

His expression was a bit subtle, as if he was forcibly enduring some discomfort, his ecstatic iris eyes were completely exposed without the cover of the bandages.

Covered by the hazy mist, the boy swallowed the exclamation rolling in his throat.The mist seemed to invade his eye sockets, shimmering under the warm orange light, as if tears were about to burst out of his eyes in the next second.

He looked at Fyodor's dark purple eyes, and besides his own reflection, he seemed to be able to see the boiling blood hidden in them.

It's a pity that the player account whose data has been debugged completely revealed the control and sent it to others.

Shuji Tsushima pursed his lips, tried his best to get rid of the tremor in his voice, forced himself to keep a straight face, and said in a serious tone: "Now there is a very serious question."

"If you want to ask me if it's okay, then you can shut up now." Fyodor, who had guessed what the other party wanted to say, poked his bulging cheeks, his tone was stiff while concealing helplessness.

"No, I don't think so." The curly-haired boy frantically shook his head, insisting on uttering taboo words for men, "Look, Fei Jia, I'm so skinny that you still can't be hugged by a princess." I, my body just can't do it."

"Ah."

The pale-skinned foreign boy pinched his lover's cheek, pointedly glanced at the direction of the office roof, and threatened, "The chandelier is good."

Just enough for him to hang the bride in a wedding dress.

Shuji Tsushima: "..."

Is it too late to beg for mercy now?

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At the same time, the orange-haired boy tossed and turned on the bed in his lounge, unable to fall into a deep sleep even after the usual bedtime.

He no longer endured his restless mood, gave up brewing drowsiness, and went straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows to watch the scattered lights outside.

It was also the first time that Zhongyuan Zhong was angered by Dazai to such an extent.

He is used to the daily life of being teased by that mackerel. During the past two years as a partner, except for the excellent cooperation when performing tasks, the two of them have always been at odds in other aspects, and they rarely get along peacefully.

Even so, they are also partners who can rely on each other's backs.

However, all this was destroyed after Osamu Dazai was seriously injured and disabled.

After waking up from the coma, the mackerel completely gave up the pursuit of death, locked himself in the office of the headquarters, and silently took on one complicated task after another.

Zhongyuan Zhong also understands that the usefulness of human disqualifications that cannot be put into the battlefield has plummeted for the organization, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for him to open up the filth, and the name of double black will only gradually decline over time.

But Dazai Osamu has a terrible worrying technique, even if he is crippled, relying on this can bring huge benefits to the port mafia, and generally speaking, it will not affect his status in the organization too much.

What's more, he never cared about these things.

However, Osamu Dazai's reaction was very different from his previous personality, so strange that even the grassroots members who knew him a little bit would notice something was wrong.

Coupled with the seemingly nonsense inner confession, whether the doctor hates killing or not, this kind of thing has nothing to do with him who has turned into a ghost from black mud.

It was as if some strange person had put on the skin of Osamu Dazai, disdainful of disguising himself in front of the onlookers.

Like Mr. Mikhail, which side is real and which side is false?

The young man with complicated emotions stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, took a deep breath, and made a secret decision.

He just took one last look to see if the bastard had climbed into the wheelchair properly.