Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Even though his mind was blank, Fyodor's body reacted most realistically.

He switched his phone to camera mode and took a burst of shots at his past lover who would stare coldly at him.

Don't worry about anything else, just shoot the famous scene first.

After all, it is not the use of highlight removal operation, but Osamu Dazai who really expresses this effect by himself. Compared with the usual cheerful performance in the original work, it is much rarer, and this is also his truest side.

Humanoid self-propelled black mud essence.

As for the black mud that has been exposed to the sun for many years at home, unless it is necessary for exercises, it will no longer show such a side.

The hostility against him became stronger and stronger, Fyodor seemed not aware of it, and he did not feel conscious of becoming the focus of everyone's vision at all.

With a calm expression on his face, he deliberately slowed down to unlock the phone, and dialed a number he knew by heart.

After the busy tone sounded twice, it was quickly connected. The person on the other side was obviously in a good mood, and there seemed to be a hint of schadenfreude hidden in his brisk tone.

[Hey, what did you do to get through this call?Communication across the world? 】

Hearing Tsushima Shuji's familiar voice, and comparing it with Dazai Osamu who was so hostile that it was about to drip, Fyodor sighed subtly: "I can't handle it, come here quickly. "

The lover's past seeing his reaction was so full of malice that he always had the desire to rub his head.

In short, it's too funny to bully.

The young man on the other side of the receiver took a deep breath, raised his vigilance to the fullest, and murmured in a low voice.

【Hiss... In this situation, I always feel that you, Fei Jia, have bad intentions. 】

[So suspicious——]

Fyodor did not continue to answer, he hung up the phone first, pretending to be interrupted by someone, and then looked at Osamu Dazai, who had a plaster cast on his right arm, with a smiling face.

There is no sense of embarrassment of being caught doing bad things.

Leaving aside how much shock this mouse brought to me in the clothes he wore in the Hong Kong black period, the expression on the other side's sudden appearance here does not seem to be premeditated, but more like some kind of teleportation where the landing location cannot be confirmed. There was an accident with the ability.

With the level of vigilance of the devil, he would not make such a low-level mistake.

What's more, his age and appearance don't look quite right, as if he hasn't grown much after the Dragon Head War, and time is fixed at a certain point.

parallel world?or something else?

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth, black mud surged deep in his pupils, and easily pulled all the hatred to this demon who came from nowhere.

"So it turns out that you are behind the combination."

Regardless of whether the other party is himself or not, he cannot let it go easily.

The leaders of the two supernatural powers in Yokohama, who had failed to negotiate on the surface and were about to leave, moved slightly, watching Fyodor who suddenly appeared here with more serious eyes than before.

Especially Mori Ogai, who was too familiar with that outfit, his eyes were dim.

"No, Dazai-kun, you've got the wrong person."

The Russian youth with purplish red eyes blinked innocently, his tone was calm, and he retorted perfunctorily, "I am not the devil, I am Mikhail, the father of the devil."

"Ah, yes, I've never heard of this." Osamu Dazai strode up to him, not hiding his vigilance at all.

If this is just the two of them getting along alone, he still has time to maintain a superficial attitude while intrigue.

However, the devil's ability is unknown. In the situation where the combination has not been resolved, no matter who has a problem with the president or the leader, it may plunge Yokohama into chaos. Only by using Disqualification in the World can prevent this mouse from doing anything.

"I'm really sorry that my son has caused you trouble." Fyodor narrowed his eyes, showing that he didn't want to get too entangled, "Can't you let go of your vigilance a little?"

If it was Shuji Tsushima, he would understand after seeing him like this.

Because this rice ball is really salty.

It's a pity that in the original work, he only had endless hostility towards the devil. Osamu Dazai twitched his lips and sarcastically said, "Oh, you can't be too vigilant when dealing with rats."

"That's it." Fyodor tilted his head, "I don't want to do anything here, after all, that child likes this dress very much."

He took off the overcoat on his shoulders, folded it properly and put it on his arms, and stopped his movements against Dazai's healed cold eyes.

Originally, before coming here, I once slapped the coat that fell to the ground in this plot on the face of Shuji Tsushima, who was pretending to be dead.After that, he was busy tossing the puppet and threw his coat back, insisting on keeping himself dressed as the youngest cadre of Hong Kong and black for a longer time.

Good-looking is good-looking, but it really doesn't match the style of the devil to wear this one.

Apart from Osamu Dazai himself, the one who is most familiar with his outfit is Mori Ogai.After all, it was given to the child personally, so why did it appear on this uninvited guest?

As expected of an old fox, the old fox stood still, hiding his vigilance with thoughtful eyes, and said, "This outfit... looks familiar, it's the same as the one I gave Dazai-kun .”

Fyodor turned his head slowly, his gaze paused for a while on the stupid hair on the top of the opponent's head that Shuji Tsushima had been coveting for a long time, and he replied, "Don't doubt it, it's the same thing."

"But Dazai-kun said that he has been burned." Mori Ogai meaningfully glanced at Dazai Osamu who was not looking well, and his tone seemed to be teasing.

Why do clothes that have been burned appear on others?

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, Fyodor glanced at the other superpowers present who did not understand the current situation, and explained in an elegant tone: "Maybe, at least in the timeline I am in, Dazai-kun has not yet Defect."

Although it is also fast.

"Timeline..." Osamu Dazai's eyes trembled slightly after capturing the key points in the other party's words, and he repeated in a low voice.

"Yes, the timeline."

Not the world line.

Fyodor stretched out his hand, resisting the pressure exerted on him by all the people present, and deliberately caressed the face of the curly-haired youth who was taller than himself at present, and hinted in a soft voice, "You also have a clue as to why I am dressed like this." guesswork."

The moment the cold fingertips touched the skin, Osamu Dazai took half a step back abruptly, with a disgusted expression.

What's wrong with this mouse?Just speak well, what are you doing with your hands and feet?

Please don't be like he guessed, that's too disgusting.

How could I be with this mouse...

Seeing that his former lover could not even accept a little bit of intimacy, Fyodor's mood was very delicate.After Shuji Tsushima got used to it, he was more ruthless than anyone else, and he was so nervous when he was really disgusted.

It blows hair as soon as it is picked up, and I don't even want to stretch out my claws to scratch it back. I hate it to such an extent.

Osamu Dazai stopped his temptation for the time being, even though he knew that the demon in front of him was not an original product from his own world, he still didn't intend to let him go.

The young man sighed, and while staring at Fyodor, he briefly explained to Fukuzawa Yukichi behind him, "President, he is the man behind the group's arrival."

Fyodor, who obviously didn't do anything but just wanted to lick the black cat: "..."

Against the sudden thickening of killing intent, he slowly put on a gesture of surrender, "Although I don't care much about these things, Dazai-kun, it's better not to let 'me' be touched easily. "

The bell rang as expected, and the prelude to Osamu Dazai's character song sung by Miyano Mamoru just started, but Fyodor hurriedly suppressed it.

Not surprisingly, Shuji Tsushima called back.

Fearing that there was some detonation program loaded on it, the mobile phone was taken away by the cautious Osamu Dazai.He frowned, and held the ordinary-looking smartphone in his hands, "This is..."

Fyodor opened his mouth feebly, thousands of words were choked in his throat, and in the end it was just a useless reminder.

"I advise you not to watch this."

However, it is impossible for Osamu Dazai, who is in a hostile relationship, to heed his kind reminder.

too obvious.

The previous behavior of the devil Fyodor kept hinting at this phone, hoping that he would take the initiative to take it.There is too little information available now, the appearance of the devil is completely unexpected, and the senses are completely different from the last time we met.

He couldn't feel the kind of well-hidden malice... It seems that he hasn't seen it for a while, and the number of segments of this mouse has increased a lot.

Osamu Dazai weighed the mobile phone carefully, and after confirming that there was no trap hidden in it, he put it in front of his eyes and observed it carefully.Even knowing that the mobile phone may be a trap, the young man chooses to jump into it without hesitation.

According to the remaining fingerprints on the screen, it can be judged that the password is 0169 characters, and then according to the weight of the residual grease, the sequence is...

0619, his birthday.

The ominous premonition deepened.

Osamu Dazai pressed the lock screen button, his breath was stagnant, and the expression of astonishment could not fade for a long time.He raised his head abruptly and glared at the devil with a smirk on his face. He clenched his fingers tightly, as if he wanted to crush the phone.

The young Russian, who was still posing in surrender, said innocently, "I told you not to watch this."

The lock screen photo is of a slender curly-haired teenager.

His right eye was covered with a pale bandage, and a piece of gauze was placed over his left cheek.Against the backdrop of the curly hair, the only exposed iris-colored pupils glistened, and the corners of the eyes seemed to have a thin layer of red from crying, vaguely reflecting a black and white figure.

The young man leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a few scattered yellow roses in his hands.

His shoulders shrugged slightly, and he turned sideways to the camera, covering the mottled red marks on the front of his neck.The translucent black veil drooped down, blurring the smile on his mouth and allowing only the hazy outline of his body to be seen.

If it weren't for the overly suggestive black wedding dress, it would have been my daily appearance in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.

Being able to take such a photo shows that the relationship between the two is unusually close, and it cannot even be explained by friendship or colleagues.

The relationship between lovers is too absurd for them, and the reason why they are willing to be photographed like this can only be... some kind of transaction?

The young man in a camel-colored windbreaker frowned, noticing the scar on the wrist of "myself" in the lock screen.

It was not caused by simple suicide and wrist cutting, those shocking suture marks seemed to be left after undergoing some major surgery, and the hands that were clearly holding the flower stem were in the most natural and relaxed state...

The man in this photo may have already been destroyed by the demon.