Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

In the early morning of early spring, crystal clear dewdrops condense on the buds that are about to bloom. Under the infiltration of sunlight penetrating through the mist, they reflect a dazzling luster.

The hair that was too long at the sideburns was pinned behind the ears, and the man with pale skin and a seemingly unhealthy body was holding a piece of paper with many creases in his hand.His steps revealed a bit of hesitation, as if he couldn't confirm where he was.

The man's footsteps stopped at the side of the curb, and he staggered back a few steps with the exclamation of the young girl, and even dropped the brand-new briefcase in his hand to the ground, which startled a few little croaks among the branches. bird.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" The expected pain did not hit, and Mao Lilan, who hurried downstairs, opened her eyes and immediately apologized after bumping into someone she didn't know.

When she was about to fall, the person in front of her happened to pass through the blind spot and unfortunately crashed into the car.

At the moment of the impact, Mao Lilan felt as if she heard a very vague muffled sound.

The man in a dark blue suit politely helped the girl who almost fell, and didn't care that he was knocked into the briefcase that was out of his hand. He had a gentle smile on his face and a clear voice, "It's okay, you are fine." It's good to be injured."

He leaned over to pick up the bag containing the important documents, and casually slapped off the dust on it, his eyes resting on the girl in front of him.Then I looked up at the handwriting on the second-floor glass. It was just a matter of the angle, and all I could see was a pale reflection.

The well-behaved man showed a sad face, flipped the note with the address in his hand, and faced the direction of Mao Lilan, his tone did not have the accent unique to foreigners because of their inexperience in Japanese, "May I ask, this is the Maori detective business so?"

Foreigner, or Papa's guest...?

After a momentary distraction, Mao Lilan, who faced the other party with questioning eyes, replied in a panic: "Ah, yes, the office is on the second floor."

There was faint light flowing in his extremely rare pupils, and there were some faint fluctuations in certain emotions hidden in the depths, which quickly dissipated completely, and not even a trace of ripple remained.

"Then, thank you very much."

The man breathed a sigh of relief, bowed slightly, turned around and walked towards the upstairs entrance.

[Current copy progress 13100]

Not far away, a boy in a junior high school uniform who was bouncing a football at an excellent level stopped and stared at a girl of the same level who trotted forward.He casually clamped the ball under his arm, complaining impatiently, "It's so slow, Lan!"

Kudo Shinichi, who witnessed a stranger entering the office, seemed to have waited for too long, and the meaning of beating was too obvious in his words, showing a subtle expression, "Does that good-for-nothing uncle also have customers?"

After saying that, he skillfully dodged the fist that was going straight at him, and started walking to the school.

"It should be a customer who wants to rent a store on the next floor." After a few playful attacks failed, Mao Lilan simply ignored the deliberate annoying behavior of his bamboo horse and explained seriously.

"Didn't the former flower shop owner go back to the countryside? I didn't expect someone to contact my father immediately, saying that he planned to rent the first floor for a long time, and it seemed that he wanted to open a coffee shop."

Mao Lilan recalled the man's appearance. Under the man's eye sockets, there were faint bruises caused by staying up late all year round, but the too pale face could not conceal the self-cultivation from the bones.Compared with ordinary people, he seems to have been infiltrated in an environment that is difficult for ordinary people to reach since he was a child, and his whole person is shrouded in a sense of alienation that is incompatible with the outside world.

She concluded: "He is a very elegant foreign gentleman, but he looks not in good health."

"Eh……"

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Fyodor stood at the door, clasped the tie with his free hand and loosened it a little, put on a formulaic smile, and gently knocked on the door of the office.

"Mr. Mori, I am Akira Ishida who made an appointment yesterday."

Fyodor, who was too lazy to make up a pseudonym, simply used the name of his own voice actor.

His gm account [Penalty] defaults to an adult form, but in order to prevent Dazai Osamu's ability "dementia in the world" from working on him, he has been using his gm number to overwrite his body data.To cross the barrier between two different worlds, Fyodor D, who is anchored in the Wenye world, cannot do it. It must be the [punishment] that swallows the source.

Today, he is essentially more similar to Alice with humanoid abilities.

As originally speculated, they who have robbed the original power of the Wenye world have the qualifications to travel in the world of the same level.It's just that this power is not easy to control, and there are quite a lot of restrictions for successfully crossing the boundary.In the recent tests, Fyodor made himself very tired, and even using the gm account could not alleviate the fatigue in the slightest.

As far as this plan is concerned, Conan World is his final choice, which is the best choice after comparing various different worlds.

Kogoro Mori, who has no work and is usually slovenly, rarely shaved his beard today.He couldn't wait to open the door, and his words were full of flattery when he saw the human form walk away with money, "Mr. Ishida, please come in."

After the owner of the florist downstairs stopped renewing the lease, the shops on the first floor became vacant. Without the rent, life became more difficult.At this time, Fyodor, who was full of sincerity and expected to rent a house for a long time, naturally became his most popular character.

Today they met to sign a contract.

"I want to rent a vacant store on the first floor to open a coffee shop. Mr. Mori should have understood it." Fyodor sat on the sofa in the reception room, took the teacup that was placed on the table in advance, and went straight to the topic.

Previously, Mao Lilan acted flustered and looked like she was about to be late in a hurry to make tea for him before going to school. After all, her unreliable father usually would not do this kind of thing.

Handing the pre-printed contract to Fyodor in formal attire, Mori Kogoro tried to find a topic, and tried to get closer to his neighbors in the next few years, "Mr. Ishida doesn't look Japanese hahahaha, Japanese really OK."

"I'm actually Russian, but I've lived in Yokohama for a long time." The person on the other side explained with a gentle smile.

"Yokohama, Yokohama is a good place."

Fyodor seemed to carefully examine the content of the contract, hiding his ignorant eyes behind the paper, and asked casually, "How does Mr. Mori feel about the city of Yokohama? Do you have any special impressions?"

At present, it is only an auxiliary function, and in the system interface that has no binding force on him, the progress bar leaps forward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

[Current copy progress 54100]

"Uh... I don't know how to say this kind of question suddenly." Mori Kogoro scratched the back of his head in distress, unable to understand why the topic suddenly turned to something he was not good at, and tactfully hoped to skip this question.

In case his answer inadvertently angered the other party and he quit signing in a fit of anger, it would not be so easy to find a tenant who was so generous that he could directly pay the rent for three years.

"It's okay, please feel free."

Mori Kogoro: "Uh..."

He managed to choke.

The other party was afraid that it wasn't because he was a foreigner, so he couldn't understand his refusal.

"Ah-uh, it is a very famous port city, it seems that the trade is quite developed?"

He couldn't think of anything else.

Mori Kogoro, who has lived in Mihua City since he was a child, rarely travels to other places unless required by missions.In recent years, he has not been well-known as a detective. The commissions he can receive are usually local people and cats. The most troublesome thing is to investigate affairs. He has never received commissions from outside the Mihua Market.

He really didn't know much about the city of Yokohama.

Fyodor nodded when he heard the words, and turned another page of the contract. He seemed satisfied with his uninspiring answer, and said casually: "Yokohama's landmark buildings are very famous, and those five buildings are very impressive."

After all, it is the headquarters of the port mafia, and the construction time happened to be during the supernatural war, and even the government didn't have the extra energy to control it.

"Ah, that seems to be the case hahaha——"

Mouri Kogoro, who couldn't help scratching his head and laughing at the lively atmosphere, was full of doubts. He didn't know much about Yokohama, but he racked his brains and couldn't recall the so-called landmark buildings, and they weren't as famous as Tokyo Tower or Sky Tree.

He whispered: "Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, it's the headquarters of a shipping company."

Thinking that the complaints he deliberately lowered his voice were not heard, Mori Kogoro stiffened for a while, and the atmosphere was rather awkward.

The man who claimed to be Ishida Akira didn't care about his gaffe, but maintained his usual smiling face, took a sip from his teacup, "A friend of mine works there, he's about the same age as me, and he's already a very powerful person gone."

"I came here to open a coffee shop because I wanted to give him a place to rest." There seemed to be a hint of worry on his brows, and he put the confirmed contract back on the table, took the pen aside and began to sign his name.

"After all, he himself is very unwilling to manage the company. He was forced to take over the mess that the previous boss couldn't handle. He is very busy."

[Current copy progress 82100]

Fyodor handed one copy of the contract to Mori Kogoro, and put the other copy in the briefcase that had been smashed outside the door just now, and at the same time handed over the three-year rent to the other party in the form of checks.

He politely drank the remaining tea in the cup, then got up and bowed slightly, indicating that he was ready to leave.

The contract finally took effect, Kogoro Mori also breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully kept his share in a folder in a filing cabinet, "Ah... Mr. Ishida's friend is really young and promising."

Fyodor seemed to be in a good mood when he heard the words of praise for his friend, and chatted with him a few more times, "He also participated in the opening of the store this time, but it's not convenient to come here now."

"Ishida-san's friend is...?"

"His name is Miyano Mamoru."

Live mamo, no problem.

"He's been busy all these years, so I'm afraid he won't focus on this, but we can come together when he retires in four years."

Fyodor stopped walking outside, leaned on the door frame and turned around, looking at Mori Kogoro with a hesitant expression.He hesitated for a while, and finally seemed to have made up his mind. He kindly reminded: "In fact, the illegal organization in Yokohama is very famous, and the organization there likes to use the name of a literary hero as a code name."

"Mr. Mori, please be more careful when you go to Yokohama in the future."

[Current copy progress 99100]

【completed】

The moment the door closed, Fyodor's gentle temperament faded away, as if everything was just an illusion deliberately shown to others.The true self emerges when no one is around.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was smoothed, and there was a little displeasure in his eyes, and he clicked on the message that was delayed due to cross-server.

["Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit" sent you a cross-server communication]

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