Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The boy who was suspended under the chandelier opened his eyes.

Sweat flowed down his half-dried black curly hair, and wet the makeup on the corners of his eyes, but it still couldn't hide the unnatural blush on his cheeks.

He clamped his legs uncomfortably, and there was a slight sound of the stockings rubbing against each other, and at the same time, he wiped away the blood that hadn't dried up.If it weren't for the fact that his clothes were all black, the scene in front of him would be a mess.

The office door was closed again, and the key turned in an old classical style.With a crisp "click", the only beam of light was expelled, and the room was once again shrouded in darkness.

Shuji Tsushima's words were a little weak, and he asked with a weak breath, "Are you leaving?"

"Well, it won't come back again."

Fyodor turned off the holographic projection device, and his appearance changed from Hei Sijae in a black suit back to his own.He pushed the special wheelchair aside, walked slowly to his lover's side, caressed his waist with the delicate diamond-encrusted pendant, his eyes dimmed.

"Really?" The curly-haired boy dressed as a bride tried his best to shake his body, trying to avoid being touched on his sensitive waist, but it was in vain.

Fyodor nodded and replied: "I have used the script, and the parts that are too risky have to be cleared."

Under normal circumstances, with the tacit understanding between the two blacks, it is absolutely impossible for the Central Plains to fail to notice the strangeness.Not to mention that Osamu Dazai was approved by others, and the possibility of exposure is even greater, which made the two directors dare not take risks easily.

Fortunately, they still have an administrator status.

Tear off a small "book" in advance, and pass this part of the application, and write text on it if necessary.

It can be achieved even if the administrator is not in the current world.

What Fyodor wrote down was [Chuya Nakahara would not fully notice Osamu Dazai's strangeness until the next morning. 】

Before that, even though the doubts in Zhongye's heart had piled up like a mountain, he would not act rashly without the last piece of the puzzle.

It happened to give the two time to continue to be gentle, and it was rare to get together for a while during the maintenance of the server, and by the way, add a firewood for the persecution the next morning.

After all, the directors who turned from black mud to fine have no conscience.

The boy who was suspended in mid-air swayed his legs, and the divinity revealed by his attire disappeared.He took a deep breath, cleared his throat and complained, "Ah...I'm exhausted, my throat is so dry."

"I see that you only have red wine in your office." Fyodor walked to the locker at some point and took out a bottle of expensive red wine, staring thoughtfully at the label on the bottle.

Shuji Tsushima curled his lips in disgust, sleepiness gradually struck, and his voice gradually became weaker.

Obviously according to Osamu Dazai's personality, he should rarely sleep.But tonight was too special, after all the nonsense, he didn't have much physical strength exhausted, and every part of his body was clamoring for fatigue, and he wished he could fall asleep immediately.

After all, the real old driver's account is the administrator account, and the player account was completely blank before today.

"It doesn't matter what red wine is. Anyway, I don't know how to drink it." The boy who was eroded by sleepiness yawned, and couldn't even wipe away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes because his hands were bound, and he said slowly : "It's obviously Fei Jia, you are acting, and the script is completely made up by you, why let me say all the lines?"

"I will expose it when I open my mouth. It is inevitable that my partner will make mistakes. You can only rely on yourself." Fyodor shook his head, poured out a glass of red wine, and kept shaking it in his hand.

Even if the "Osamu Dazai" who really appeared in front of Nakahara was pretended by himself, the words in the conversation between the two were also read by Shuji Tsushima himself.

After all, if the other party perceives too much disobedience, even the pages of the written book may be damaged.

The sour sound of the chains rubbing against the chandelier reverberated. Fyodor stared at the lover who swung himself like a pendulum in the darkness. He sipped his red wine and said helplessly, "Aren't you tired? You still have an empty swing?"

"Is mine called a swing? I'm called Tarzan!" Shuji Tsushima barely pulled himself together, yelling while dangling around in the room, but the exhaustion in his words was too obvious.

The tulle skirt swept across Fyodor again, and the young man in a wedding dress muttered softly, "It's just that my hands are completely numb. Although the pain has been adjusted and I can't feel it, it's still uncomfortable..."

"Ah, is it?"

Fyodor sighed, and put the wine glass on the desk casually.Taking advantage of a certain bandage spirit that had been washed white and dressed in a wedding dress swayed in front of him again, he hugged the other party's waist.

Someone immediately entangled him like a skillful octopus, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

The simple style of pure white uniforms intertwined with the luxurious black wedding dress, the sacrificial bride was captured by the incarnation of the gods in the world, and eagerly offered her warm lips to kiss her true lover.

"Well... I don't expect to be put down by you, Fei Jia, after all, it's rare for me to be completely unable to resist or cooperate... Just can I take off the wedding dress, and there are so many jewelry, too It's so annoying."

As soon as the kiss was over, Shuji Tsushima, who was dragged by his hips and leaned into his lover's arms, spread into a ball with inconvenient limbs.

After all, the two had cheated on each other as early as in various comic exhibitions in the present world, and they became women's clothing bigwigs in feature films together. They were even familiar with makeup, and wedding dresses couldn't make him feel any embarrassment.

"Where did you get these?" Shuji Tsushima shook his head, the jewels on the headdress and earrings jingled.

After untying the two intertwined pendants, Fyodor replied: "Customized."

"It's not that I said... Fei Jia, you can give me a pair of underwear anyway, even if you don't need a bandage." A Hong Kong black cadre candidate who was wrapped in a wedding dress continued to shake his legs, his face was serious, "It's so cold in such a vacuum, it feels very subtle .”

Fyodor pinched the most fleshy part of his lover's body through the wedding dress, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "I won't wear it for you before tomorrow morning, don't worry."

"Hmm? That's not what I want, rest assured, don't ignore me—"

"Fedya—"

-

When the morning sun breaks away the dense fog that shrouds the city, the sky shines through the sea of ​​clouds, drawing down the curtain of a new day.

A night that made someone toss and turn finally came to an end.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a gloomy face. An overnight stay wouldn't cause him any physical problems, but it was hard to hide his mental irritability.

The working hours of the port mafia are uncertain, and it is not even necessary for high-level personnel to clock in every day.As long as the work is done conscientiously, the leader doesn't care about the attendance rate of his middle and high-level subordinates.

After finishing processing the not-so-important documents in his hand, the gravitational operation that had nothing to do recently turned his eyes to the subordinate who had just returned from outside the house, and asked casually, "That bastard Dazai... Is there anything wrong?"

After the words came out, Zhong Yuanzhong, who realized his behavior, couldn't help covering his face, and waved his hands to signal his subordinates to ignore him, "No, pretend I didn't say..."

He must have been maddened by that mackerel to ask such an embarrassing question, how could ordinary members know the whereabouts of Osamu Dazai?

The subordinate who was asked straightened his body, and replied earnestly: "Today, Dazai-sama went to the cafeteria on the 45th floor alone in the morning. It seems that he ordered a ramen. After that, Dazai-sama returned to the office alone."

"...he still has the mood to eat."

Unexpectedly, his subordinates could actually answer, Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little surprised.But soon, the inconsistency in the message made his temples thud, the boy's face changed suddenly, and he slammed the table, "Wait, you said he ordered ramen, are you sure it's ramen?!"

The subordinate was obviously frightened by the strange behavior of the boss, and replied tremblingly: "I'm not sure, I can only confirm that it's a flour product..."

"Oops!"

The uneasiness that had never disappeared since last night came true, Nakahara didn't even have time to put on his long coat, and immediately got up and rushed to Dazai Osamu's office.

If the act of locking the door yesterday was barely possible with his crippled appearance, then the high-precision operation of using chopsticks is definitely not something that Osamu Dazai can do today.

Perhaps from the moment he had a strange attitude, Osamu Dazai was transferred by someone.

"Damn it, the door is locked again!" Swiping back all the grassroots members staying in the corridor, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't wait any longer, kicked the heavy door open, anxiously looking for a familiar figure, "Dazai, hello! Dazai!!"

With the collapse of the broken door, the interior of the house unfolded in front of the eyes, and the subtle breath of heather flooded into the nostrils.The young man's face turned extremely pale in an instant, and his eyes were captured by the figure hanging in mid-air in the center of the room.

His body, which had just recovered from a serious illness, was too thin, and his whole body was wrapped in an expensive black wedding dress, and the same expensive and delicate jewelry was dotted all over his body.There were scars all over the boy's body, and traces of dried blood and muddy fluid remained between his legs. It was obvious that he had been forced to endure inhumane acts not long ago.

He lowered his head, his breath was so weak that he couldn't hear it, only when he heard his shout, he tried to flap his lower eyelids with great reluctance.

It's Osamu Dazai.

Zhongyuan Zhong is also very fortunate at this moment, because he is worried about unnecessary casualties and has all the grassroots members leave the floor.Once Dazai Osamu's miserable appearance is seen by others and spread, his life in the port mafia will be even more difficult for him who is already crippled.

"Who the hell was last night?!"

He immediately broke the chain, caught his skinny partner, and put him, who was dying, back on the bed in the lounge.

With the barrier of the secret door, at least it will not be easily seen by the subordinates.

Once the anger reached its peak, Zhong Yuanzhong calmed down instead.He stared at the dilapidated body of his partner, and his eyes stayed on the limbs whose tendons had been severed again.

With Dazai Osamu's current appearance, I'm afraid he won't be able to answer his question for a while.

The only people who can do this are...

The boy clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and pronounced a certain name.

"Pandora's Actor!"

It is true that I am not good at reasoning, but there are not many people who can sneak into the port mafia quietly and play with prospective cadres like toys.

The chaotic relationship between Osamu Dazai and Mikhail all started from the leader of Melas, the transcendent Pandora's Actor.

On the way to Lupin yesterday, he also personally admitted the complicated relationship with Pandora, and the fact that he had maintained a physical relationship for a long time.

They are not father and son.

Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a mouthful of turbid air, taking away the dullness in his heart, and stared at his partner's bloodless face with a complicated expression.

"Why does he look exactly like you?"