Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

In the scripts of unscrupulous directors, all members of Wenye World can become their targets of persecution.

Of course, honest people are the first to bear the brunt, including but not limited to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, Nakahara Chuya, and the future Kunikida Doppo and others.

Especially now that Shibusawa was killed by them, Shuji Tsushima still holds the script of the Hong Kong gangster part, and Nakahara, his partner, has unknowingly become the first choice for the persecution target.

People can't help wiping a bitter tear.

Even if he was hurt by his partner's merciless words not long ago, the gravity operator of the port mafia would not show this emotion on the surface.

The boy values ​​friendship very much, but Osamu Dazai uses this as a sharp edge to attack him, trampling on the bottom line wantonly.That bastard mackerel seemed to want to completely disassociate himself from the past after falling into a disability, and he personally denied the two blacks in the most direct way, cutting off the partnership between the two.

This is too abnormal.

Zhong Yuan, who had calmed down, left his lounge in the middle of the night and walked anxiously along the corridor.He skipped the guard on duty, suppressed his restlessness and came to the floor where Osamu Dazai was, and pushed against the closed door.

Unexpectedly, the heavy door didn't move at all, except for a loud bang when the side of a fist collided with the door, there was no excessive reaction.

He vaguely heard a whimper, the voice was extremely fragile, coming from behind the house separated by a wall.

Under normal circumstances, this door is rarely locked, and no one in the port mafia would dare to disturb this young cadre candidate.However, at this moment, the door of the office was locked tightly, blocking the prying eyes of those outside the door, as if trying to hide the wanton crimes behind it.

The silent infiltration of the Port Mafia headquarters is not unprecedented.

"Hey, bastard Dazai! Open the door when you wake up!!"

A sense of uneasiness gradually enveloped his mind, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also in a state of confusion, knocking on the door eagerly.

With Dae Jae ruling his current body, it is too easy for anyone to do anything to him.The mackerel was now more like stranded in a puddle, dying and dying, too weak to resist malice.

Even if it wasn't Mikhail or Pandora's Actor, who had committed atrocities against him in the past, that delicate face alone would probably be able to arouse the sadistic desire in the hearts of many enemies.

Hopefully the voice he vaguely heard was just an illusion.

Across the door, a man in military uniform kissed the boy's tear-soaked face, as if he hadn't heard the sound coming from the door.

The breath of heather flowers permeated this dark space, and the jet-black gauze skirts bloomed layer by layer, which looked like phantoms in the dim moonlight, blurred and indistinct.

Under the cover of the palm covering the lips and tongue, there were faint sobbing sounds.Trembling, he wrote in pain the psalm sung by the dying.

Like a nightingale trapped in an exquisite cage, it sings euphemistically, but is still unable to break free from the shackles, letting the icy chains that rattle while struggling to sing in elegy.

The boy with his hands imprisoned tightly closed his eyes, and the light makeup concealed the sickness on his pale cheeks. At first glance, he looked like a character walking out of an oil painting.

He hangs weakly under the chandelier in the center of the office, his body is imprisoned by the straight chains and leather shackles on his wrists, his toes can't even reach the ground, and his whole body is decorated with exquisitely crafted accessories.

He was wearing a jet black gauze skirt with lace trim, and the skirt in front of him was extremely short, revealing the black garter stockings that could only cover a little of his skin tone, but could not cover the traces of cyan and purple.

It's not just scars.

After the operation, the wrist, which had not fully recovered, was forced to bear the weight of a body, and was already numb from the pain under the pull of gravity.The pale and ischemic fingertips couldn't even bend, and they lost consciousness, barely relieving the pain.

The young man was breathing weakly, and a figure in a yellow military uniform was reflected in his slack pupils, sobbing under restraint as his partner knocked on the door, allowing the other party to lift up his skirt.

The sacrificial bride offered to the gods received the malice of the blasphemer with warmth.He wept and saw the pure flowers picked by others wither and wither, stained with sin, and then abandoned as nothing.

Pandora's Actor leaned close to Osamu Dazai's ear, sticking out the tip of her tongue to lick the blood on his ear, the pain made the boy tremble.

In order to match this black wedding dress with complicated and luxurious patterns, the teenager who was played with like a doll also wore many carefully crafted accessories.However, he had never had his ears pierced before, so the man made impromptu preparations without the slightest sympathy, and used the sharp weapon at hand to make Dazai Osamu a perfect model.

He patted the young man's dazed face to confirm that the other party was on the verge of fainting, and then raised his voice with a half-smile, answering the call of the boy's partner in the silent night.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, is there anything else?"

Pandora's Actor picked up the wheelchair sent by Mikhail, and cleaned up the dirt that had dried up on the chair surface.He pretended to be Osamu Dazai and slowly came to the door, and opened a gap in the locked door.

The influx of air in the corridor dilutes the scent of chestnut flowers in the house a little.

The light that fell into the room through the gap stopped at Osamu Dazai's feet, refusing to move any further.

It was like the light would never show mercy to a young man who was struggling in the dark, even the flames of hope would not show mercy to him, leaving him alone in the abyss, kissed by the devil and dying.

The diluted sticky blood fell down the instep, and the already black suspenders were smudged with a deeper color because of this.Osamu Dazai struggled to maintain his last sliver of consciousness. In the darkness, his partner's backlit face appeared in his blurred vision.

And Pandora's Actor disguised as him in a wheelchair.

After waiting for a long time for Dazai Osamu's response, Nakahara Chuya, who was about to break in, had a stiff expression.

He stood at the door somewhat at a loss, hiding his embarrassment under the incandescent light in the corridor, stared at the normal-looking mackerel for a long time, and murmured while letting go of his worries: "...you are fine."

The figure in the darkness was suspended by chains in a torture-like posture, and the boy couldn't help but breathe heavily when he heard his partner's voice.

Sweat dripped into the eye sockets, making the already blurred vision even more hazy.Osamu Dazai didn't dare to make any noise, for fear that the demon would brutally kill the dwarf after being exposed.

Obviously he managed to get the slug out of here...

As if aware of the panic in his derivative body, Pandora's Actor tilted his head against Osamu Dazai's face, leaned on the wheelchair and chuckled, "What can I do? Is it possible that Chu is also worried about Mijia?" Will you rush over and pin me on the bed?"

He didn't intend to hide his differences from the true master.

Dazai Osamu's sudden change of attitude made him a little dazed, Nakahara Chu was also surprised, and asked in confusion, "Miya...?"

He had learned about Russian customs and habits, and knew that this name was a nickname for Mikhail, but this kind of name should not come out of the mouth of this mackerel.

Something is not quite right.

This sense of disobedience keeps haunting my heart, but the person in front of me is undoubtedly Osamu Dazai, and as his partner, I have absolutely no possibility of mistaking it.

That temperament and playful eyes were completely normal, as if he had returned to before he was seriously injured and disabled.

"It's Mikhail." The young man with the same appearance as Dazai Osamu whispered.

He still refused to open the door completely, and at the place covered by his sight, he tightly grasped the doorknob with his right hand, "By the way, let me tell Zhongya a secret, Mikhail and I are actually lovers, but he doesn't like it at all." I remember."

Nakahara Chuya: "What?!"

Mackerel is not out of his mind, is he?

Could anyone, after being subjected to such brutal abuse, have such strange thoughts about the culprit?Or is it all just his delusion?

"Not only can't remember, but it also hurt me so deeply, those three days were really painful." Pandora, disguised as Osamu Dazai, took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up in a sensual way Heart palpitations, "But it's okay, as long as it's Mitya, I can accept no matter how much you treat me, because I love him so deeply."

In a trance, something invisible shattered, and the sound echoed in nothingness, which could not disperse for a long time.

If Osamu Dazai after the operation was just a sudden change in personality, then the situation in front of him is probably even worse than before.It was as if too much pain had accumulated in my heart, and then at a certain moment, the container carrying this part of negative emotions was destroyed and completely annihilated.

Nakahara also gritted his teeth, forced his brain that was so confused to shut down to restart, tried to maintain a normal voice, and questioned, "Didn't you say that Mikhail is the person sent by Pandora's Actor to monitor you?" Well, what's going on here?"

"So what if I am, so what if I am not?" There was a trace of sickness in Pandora's eyes, like a vortex that swallowed people's souls, and the madness kept gushing out, "It doesn't matter what I become, as long as this love is still there. Keep it in my heart, I can accept any result."

Even if his throat is strangled by the one he loves deeply, he will not hesitate.

Everything is for his remaining obsession.

"You—you're really crazy." The young man standing at the door couldn't help but take half a step back, his eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Osamu Dazai who only had half of his face exposed at the door, and murmured in a trembling voice.

Is he really Osamu Dazai... that dead mackerel?

"Hehe, maybe, I might have gone crazy a long time ago." The curly-haired boy shook his head with a self-deprecating expression, "The current incident is just a trigger, demolishing the fence that blocked my madness, and now those emotions are surging And out."

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a breath slowly, as if he had made some secret decision.He lowered the brim of his hat to cover his dark and inexplicable eyes, then turned around and made a gesture to leave here, "Tsk, being able to climb back into the wheelchair means that you are recovering well, stand up for me earlier, Shuanghei Still waiting for you."

Faced with such an uncautious temptation, Pandora's Actor sneered.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Chuya, did I not make it clear enough?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Seeing the movement of the orange-haired boy pause, Pandora's Actor closed the door with a smile, and said in a calm voice, "I am who I am, so you can avoid meaningless temptations."

Because from beginning to end, he has always been Dazai Osamu.