Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The air is filled with the sweet smell of afternoon tea. The cookies sprinkled with icing sugar on the surface are neatly arranged on the tray, and together with the steaming black tea cup, they are placed on the dining table made of vines in the center of the glass greenhouse.

The flowers blooming in the greenhouse are full of fragrance, and the temperature of the sunlight falling through the glass windows is just right, warm but not stuffy.

This glass greenhouse built in the backyard of a certain family is quite stylish, and it is not a small expense to maintain the flowers that bloom all year round in the house, which is definitely not affordable for ordinary people.

It's just that the owner of the greenhouse doesn't worry about it.

This Russian man who has settled in Tokyo for many years seems to have had a lot of money. He brought his young children here many years ago, rented a nearby small shop located downstairs of a detective agency, and opened a A well-regarded coffee shop in the neighborhood.

He didn't seem to make a living from it, and he never cared how much profit that small shop could make.The young man from Siberia just runs the coffee shop diligently every day and raises his child who lost his mother.

It wasn't until the neighbors became familiar with each other that the people nearby knew about it.The single father named Mikhail put a lot of effort into that coffee shop for his wife who died early.

When he was drunk, he mentioned his former wife with a nostalgic and gentle smile on his face, saying that she was a rare beauty in the world.

That was the past when he traveled to Japan in the early years. The young man from the permafrost of Siberia went out for a walk after dinner, and while enjoying the slightly lonely beauty at dusk, he came to the nearby Tamakami River.

He never thought that he would meet the love of his life there.

It was a Japanese beauty who always revealed sadness in her eyebrows and eyes, and her dark brown curly hair scattered like a waterfall behind her back, shining a layer of warm light under the reflection of the setting sun.She raised her head slowly, revealing her eyes filled with loneliness, which instantly captured Mikhail's heart.

After that, the two fell in love very quickly, and the lover who had nothing to worry about before meeting each other accompanied him to travel around the world.They finally made a contract in France, married and moved to Russia together to live.

But the good times didn't last long. It was the first year after their marriage. The wife who gave birth to the two children died of frailty and fell asleep forever under this frozen soil, leaving their father and son alone. People face the extremely cold room.

In a daze, Mikhail heard the child's mournful cry.When he came back to his senses, he found that little Fyodor, who was just born, had a shocking pinch mark on his neck.

He almost hated the child who indirectly took his lover's life because of the death of his beloved one.

Obviously this is her last relic...

What happened after that, to this day, Mikhail has been unable to remember clearly.He only knows that he has forgotten a lot of things, his wife's name, his wife's appearance, his wife's voice, and the feeling of being the only satisfaction in each other's world when they get along...

He can't remember them all.

Mikhail sold all his property in Russia, came to the city where he met his wife, and settled down with his young child.In a trance, he remembered a certain conversation before the person he loved passed away, saying that he hoped that the two of them could open a coffee shop together in the future, and that they didn't need to be rich, just being able to live together was enough.

That's why he runs that coffee shop and fulfills the promise he didn't have time to promise.

With the passage of time, his memory has become more and more blurred, and even the existence of his wife is almost forgotten.Obviously it is such an unforgettable feeling, and he obviously doesn't want to forget it, why is the only memory he has left of his lover constantly passing by?

Mikhail is afraid that one day he will completely forget the person he loves. He tries to find the figure of the person he loves from the two children, but he can't find any trace of her existence.

Only then did Mikhail realize that Fyodor looked too much like him.

Without any mixed blood characteristics, his appearance looks like a complete Europa race. Compared with the product of the combination of the two, Fyodor is more like a clone of himself.

Even so, this child was his only treasure, and Fetenka must not be lost too.

Today's glass house was built by Mikhail to commemorate his lover who died in the ice and snow of Siberia.It's like a treasure box that is as warm as spring in all seasons, as if it can keep the other party's smile forever, even if he can't remember his lover's appearance.

However, this flower room, which hides such a sad story, is occupied by two young people with a sticky atmosphere.

With a contented expression on his face, Shuji Tsushima picked up a cookie made by his lover, and collapsed lazily on the seat.Sitting opposite him, holding a cup of black tea leisurely, is a Japanese-Russian half-race in a certain script, but in fact it is Fyodor who is a pure Europa.

In the script, the Dostoyevsky family's address is arranged near the Kudou house, Mihuacho 2-chome 20, and Dr. Mori's family is next to it at the 19th place. The two families are so close that they can visit at any time.And Sakunosuke Oda, because of a certain director's careful thought that he didn't want to be disturbed, arranged it at the 23rd place next to Dr. Ali.

After all, the residential compound in this area is very large, even if it is only separated by Kudo and Dr. Ari, the red-haired former killer would have to walk a long way to find Shuji Tsushima.

The only one who needs to be distressed is Kudo Shinichi, who is currently ignorant, surrounded by a bunch of criminals with so many black histories that they can't count without knowing it at all.

The former killer, the former mafia, and the former leader of the bandit group, if the Mori Ogai played by Shuji Tsushima himself is included, the mafia leader is enough to make a table of mahjong.

The curly-haired young man stretched lazily, like a child with a whim, raised his hand and asked: "Ask! How can we persecute the worldview of Conan children without any trace?"

Conan, who was drawn to the BEAST world line, had already been clearly arranged by them. He had a timid and cautious trial process with the seemingly retired leader Zai, and finally was shocked by the other party's identity as "the man who really controls Japan".

I don't know how to play here.

Fyodor put down the teacup gracefully, looking as if he was lost in thought, and then put forward a certain idea expressionlessly, took a deep breath and said: "The elder brother who the neighbor has known for many years until his body shrinks and even the voice actor has changed. Only then did I find out that it was the senior management of the winery."

The young man stared at the fingertips that had been gnawed bald by himself unconsciously, and then thought that the administrator account would not be gnawed out of blood by him, and slowly added: "It is best to use the research that I have worked with Shirley for a while. People, it must be fun when their identities are exposed."

Shuji Tsushima continued to pick up a piece of biscuit, and ate it in two bites, with a look on his face.

"No, are you really going to do this?"

Fyodor, who had taken off the devil's usual clothes, nodded, and casually picked out a copy of "Crime and Punishment" from the books piled up on the table, opened this book of archetypal writers he had read countless times, and explained: "It's just Simple daily life is too boring.”

After all, in this world where the main line is either fighting wits with the black organization, or the shadow and the new light waking up the former teammates of the Second Secondary School, it is difficult to find any interesting ways to play.

Anyway, the setting that Fyodor and Osamu Dazai are college students is just a superficial script.In addition, as long as it does not deviate too much from the first life already recorded in the Supernatural Secret Service, the directors are free to add scenes as they want.

"But if you join a winery, it's not that the undercover always feels that there is no face. Fei Jia, are you going to be an undercover too?" The curly-haired young man who was also dressed in casual clothes stepped forward.

He looked up and down at his lover, even though he was dressed in the most ordinary Japanese contemporary youth, Fyodor exuded an aura that ordinary people could not detect.

It's like something that only criminals can understand, it's a field that ordinary people can't get involved in, and I don't know if Hui Yuanai's winery radar will make a sudden impact on it in the future.

"In Russia, it's the Security Bureau or the FSB. I always feel that it doesn't match Fei Jia's style of painting. Obviously you look like the type who can make trouble, and your profile picture has been on the wanted lists of various countries for a long time." Jin Shima Shuji looked at his lover's deep and charming purple eyes, which were very attractive to him, and whispered.

Sure enough, it was still hard to imagine that this person was on the side of justice.

Fyodor curled up his fingers and tapped the table lightly.

"Tomahawk..."

"what."

Shuji Tsushima blinked, recalling a certain toolman organization that was used by them about ten years ago, and complained, "Are you still in contact with there?"

He also thought that the leader of a certain dead house mouse whose home game completely transferred to Yokohama would give up that gangster that was of little use to the script.

"After all, it is the most famous gang organization in Russia. The background of the lower world trying to fill the vacancy will copy reality. At least for Tomahawk, whether it is Bungou Stray Dogs or Conan and Black Basket, they all exist in the form of background boards."

Fyodor closed the brick-thick book, put it back on the table, recalled the Russian characters that appeared in the original Conan, and explained in a calm tone: "The world of Conan has never talked about Russia. Other than that Rasputin of the Egg of Memories... there is nothing else to focus on."

The less known the content, the easier it is for the administrator to manipulate.

It's easier than getting him involved with the Japanese police or the FBI.

"Ah, it's the beep after death—the demon monk who was cut off and made into a specimen for exhibition in the museum?" Shuji Tsushima suddenly stood up, intentionally showing an expression of enlightenment, and began to glance at his lover.

"..."

Ferdor maintained his smiling face, and put his right leg on top of his left in silence, blocking someone's malicious sight, "Xiuzhi, what are you thinking?"

"It's nothing, it's really nothing." Shuji Tsushima began to shake his head frantically, refusing to admit some of his behaviors of poking a man's deathbed.

"I think I'm a normal standard for Russians?"

The curly-haired young man covered his face with a groan, and shouted: "Okay, don't talk about this topic, skip it!"