Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

"Saiba Street", this name has only recently spread among the residents of Yokohama.

It was the end of the Supernatural War two years ago, and disaster befell this land without warning.Accompanied by a huge roar that almost pierced the eardrums, the hot black flame instantly swallowed everything around.Whether it was living creatures or buildings that could only stand silently within the range, they all disappeared with the violent explosion, completely erasing from this world.

The explosion left a huge scar on the land, and over time, people displaced by the war built their homes on the remains of the disaster.

They struggled to survive in this chaotic area, and the dilapidated and simple houses became the only shelter, thus gradually forming the embryonic form of Leibo Street.

And Leibo Street is only a small part of the slums in Yokohama.

Turning the mask 90 degrees counterclockwise, covering half of his face horizontally, the man leisurely eating crepes is out of tune with his environment.

He was wearing a haute couture purple striped suit, and the color that was difficult for ordinary people to control was unexpectedly suitable, like a character who came out of an oil painting.It's just that the mask that was too lazy destroyed this temperament. After the facial features were simplified to the extreme, all that remained was terror.Not to mention that there are no holes for ventilation at all, which makes people wonder whether the owner of the mask can survive without breathing.

The man sat nearby on a glove box stacked in the corner which was rare and clean, and the fine sunlight fell on his side through the torn plastic shade, flickering with the slight breeze.

He casually threw away the napkin wrapping the crepe, licked off the cream sticking to the corner of his mouth, raised his head and stretched his arms, and yawned lazily.

After sending off Fyodor who went to another world to sign a contract and open a store early in the morning, Shuji Tsushima reluctantly struggled to get up.He logged into his administrator account, left the main body in the house and hung up with his friend main body, and came to Yokohama as Pandora's Actor.

In order to prevent the braid from being caught by the European supernatural agent who was watching him closely, he even changed the handsome default skin, and casually wore a suit that doesn't go against the mask, and put Pandora's Actor's All features are hidden.

The biggest difference between Yokohama in Wenye World and the real world is that the word "concession" is added to the suffix.

The power war ended too suddenly, forcing each country to make the worst choice.As a result, many soldiers who were fighting abroad were abandoned, and even Mimic was just one of them.

In order to survive, the people who stayed in Yokohama finally pulled the city into the water and struggled in the dark corners of the filth.

"Well...it really is completely different."

Shuji Tsushima smacked his lips, savoring the sweet aroma of the crepe.He straightened the mask, and three hollow black circles replaced the eyes and mouth, covering any possible revealing emotions.

His gaze turned to the edge of Leibo Street, and what he could see was the obstinate and firm Kesai standing beside him.Even though the appearance has been pitted and severely damaged, there has been no sign of collapse for many years.

Excluding the five exaggerated high-rise buildings of the Port Mafia, it is the most conspicuous in the whole of Yokohama.

Shuji Tsushima shook his dangling legs, and said to himself, "I didn't see such a thing when I visited the Holy Land last time... It's a miracle that it hasn't collapsed like this."

He didn't seem to feel the dark but malicious gazes coming from all directions, and easily dodged a few pickpockets who regarded him as a fat sheep. With his slender legs, he stepped forward and gradually walked towards the direction of Kaisai.

Most of the people who struggled at the bottom had developed their eyesight to avoid disasters. After a few tentative shots were avoided, no one dared to provoke this strange man who seemed to be mentally ill.

The most indispensable thing here is the lunatic, and the corpse that was mutilated to death by the lunatic's outbreak.

Chaos and disorder are areas beyond the reach of the law.

Shuji Tsushima stepped briskly across the huge pipe in the middle of the road, tiptoed over all kinds of sundries, and his figure was so light that he didn't look like an adult with a height of 1.8 meters.

The childishness that belongs to children is not against him, as if this person should have this kind of personality, which makes people feel helpless.

The man's footsteps stopped for a moment, and he stood unsteadily on the crooked trash can, put his hands horizontally in front of his forehead, and made a gesture of looking around.

As far as the eye can see, there is no human figure to be found.

"Wow!" Shuji Tsushima exclaimed suddenly, the rusty trash can under his feet couldn't bear the weight of an adult, and suddenly collapsed.Even he himself almost fell into the garbage dump, accompanied by spoiled food scraps.

While his body was sinking, a bullet whizzed past his scalp.The wind pressure tore off a few soft and slightly curly black hairs, causing them to slowly fall from mid-air, but failed to cause more damage.

After a heavy buzzing sound, the bullet sank into the iron sheet of the camping house not far from him.

Shuji Tsushima didn't seem to notice this, and he didn't know that he almost died on the spot last second.His body language was full of disgust, and he quickly backed away from the stinking garbage dump, barely finding a cleaner place to settle down.

He covered his nose with a heavy mask, and after a long while, he realized that his actions were useless, so he could only put down his hands embarrassingly.

No one knew how he could see through the completely opaque mask, Shuji Tsushima suddenly lowered his head, raised one leg to look at the dirt on the sole of the shoe, and said in a resentful tone, "Ah, the shoe is dirty. "

Another bullet flew past his neck.

Shuji Tsushima, who was wearing a Pandora shell, seemed to have finally noticed something. He straightened up suspiciously, his casual attitude faded away, and his eyes skipped the shelter not far away thoughtfully.

From just now, the vagrants who were running around and snatching food sites disappeared, and the man squatting at the base of the wall smoking a cigarette with a ferocious expression also sneaked into the house.An invisible barrier envelops the area centered on him, isolating the noise and hustle and bustle.

"Come out."

He silently watched the figure appearing from behind the bunker. The too-young boy with dark red hair was the killer who attacked him this time.

——Oda Sakunosuke.

Shuji Tsushima put his palms on his chest, feeling the sound of the organ that knew nothing of fatigue was working, the corners of his mouth under the mask were straightened, and he was overwhelmed by a feeling of bewilderment.

The heartbeat was not as disturbed as expected, it was still beating in that powerful "plop, plop", as if it was just a machine to keep the body running, without any function of carrying emotions.

He saw the boy's blue eyes filled with dead silence, empty and empty, and he couldn't see any faint emotional fluctuations in them.As if soaked in the darkness for a long time, resigned to the silence in the black cradle, no longer have any unrealistic illusions about the light.

It is completely unimaginable that he is the same person as the man who was called "healing type" by Osamu Dazai in the later period.

The gap is so big that it's like comparing Hei Shizai with Buthenzai.

Even though he knew the state of Odasaku during the killer period from the novel, Shuji Tsushima couldn't help biting his lower lip.

Not the same, totally different.

"Oda Sakunosuke, a free killer who is not affiliated with any faction and has never missed a shot is rare in the killer world." His voice trembled slightly, as if he was holding back something, and simply explained the known information.

"Actually, I should have come to see you sooner."

"..."

Oda Sakunosuke exerted a slight force on the fingertips holding the handle of the gun, but did not relax his vigilance because of the attitude of the other party trying to chat.His whole body was tense, and his eyes, which were covered by fine bangs, gradually became serious.If necessary, the gun can be fired immediately in the next moment to end this too weird peaceful scene.

If being able to dodge the first bullet was just a coincidence, and the second shot still missed the target, he knew that the information on the target of this mission was wrong.

This masked man is by no means an ordinary businessman like the information given by his employer.Being able to avoid two bullets from blind spots of vision as if nothing had happened, he is very likely to be an experienced supernatural power user, who has engraved vigilance into his bones in countless battles.

He was exposed when he was lurking near the target.

As if aware of the vigilance of the young killer, Shuji Tsushima waved his hand to indicate that he was not carrying any weapons, and he had to split his name into strange patterns, "Oh, please don't worry, I know we are currently hostile Status, Odasaku won't talk to me easily, so let me talk about it."

His tone turned sharply, and he whispered words that ordinary people could not understand. Rather than explaining to others, it was more like trying to convince some obsessions in his heart.

"Just thinking about it, being afraid of looking for a truth that can't even be proved... the self who knows everything is false, but still delays the moment of revealing the truth as much as possible..."

Shuji Tsushima took a deep breath, allowing the oxygen to fully combine with the blood in the alveoli, relieving the sudden suffocation-like chest tightness.

"Kind of silly," he concluded.

Osamu Dazai once had the most sincere and sincere friendship, but it was also engraved in the bone marrow.It's just that this friendship disappeared along with the erasure of the world line, and the individual named Shuji Tsushima couldn't touch it no matter how hard he pursued it.

After all, it is something that does not even have proof of existence.

"Before that, let me tell you a piece of news." He noticed the black muzzle of Oda Saku's hand pointing straight at him, and the eyes hidden under the mask were dim.

The heart is still beating.

A silver-white roulette appeared on his left wrist in an instant, Shuji Tsushima pulled out the special silver pistol from it, and pulled down the safety device with a "click".

The air is getting hotter.

Noticing that Oda Sakunosuke's pupils constricted for a moment, he made a decision not to make a move temporarily because he was wary of his unknown supernatural effects, Shuji Tsushima smiled lightly, feeling that he was very honored to make the other party vigilant, " Your employer's information is wrong, I am not an ordinary person."

"And the reason why I came here..." He scratched his hair in distress, pretending to have a headache, as if the reason was really too difficult to explain.

He dragged his tail, and after a long time of deliberation, he quickly said in a flat and stiff tone: "I was trapped by a salted fish mouse that fell into the vinegar tank."

Excuse.

"I can't even predict what that guy will do when he goes crazy, so I decided to follow his wish and come to fight Oda Saku."

fraud.

The deepest self spurned.

Fei Jia is just too familiar with his essence, knowing that he is passive in the face of what he really cares about, and always uses evasive methods to avoid those feelings that are within reach, but which are too happy and gentle for him.

If no one pushes behind him, Shuji Tsushima will never learn to take the initiative to grasp the light falling into his palm, and will just let them slip through his fingers, swallowed by the darkness and despair he is in.

The only time he tried his best to persuade him to stay was in vain.

Shuji Tsushima faced the muzzle of the gun aimed at his heart, the bright red ballistic hinted that the gun in Oda Sakuyuki's assistant spread, and the illusory beam of light penetrated his body.After a few seconds, the bullet that pierces the chamber will kill him along the ballistic trajectory.

He didn't make any movements, just closed his eyes lightly, put on a posture of complete acceptance, and waited for the gunshot of the sentence.

Because Osamu Dazai is such a living body.