Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Several people who stayed at the scene of Osamu Dazai's disappearance finally went to the local police station together, called up the surveillance video of the nearby road section, and tried to find the vehicle that took Osamu Dazai away in the shortest possible time.

Fyodor didn't say a word the whole time, his face was so gloomy that it didn't look like the elegance he usually showed, and a chilly aura pervaded his whole body, as if there was a faint killing intent in it.

The two elders, who had really dealt with murderers a lot, couldn't help but feel worried about the young man's state, but they didn't dare to reveal anything on the surface.

Things are going from bad to worse.

If it weren't for Fyodor, he would be the child they watched growing up, and his personality was as gentle as his father's, and he had always been the type that parents could rest assured.Whether it is Mori Kogoro or Kudo Yusaku, they will mistakenly think that the person exuding this kind of aura is some kind of murderer who never puts human life in their eyes.

Maybe even scarier than that... something.

Just like the evaluation of the devil in the original work, it is not pure evil, but something beyond that.

For this statement, Fyodor has no superfluous thoughts.After all, he and Xiuzhi had been expelled from Asagiri a long time ago, and now, only each other can understand each other, and he has long accepted this kind of thing well.

In front of the important characters in Conan's world, exposing part of his truth is also a trivial detail, which can pave the way for him to mix into the winery in the future.

As for Fyodor's perception of himself, he is actually a salted fish flattened in a rat's nest, or a dried rat that fell into a pile of salted fish.There was an air of love all over his body, and he didn't even bother to turn over.

After all, he had long since given up his long-cherished wish to create utopia, lost the ultimate goal of life, and lost the motivation to do things.As long as he is accompanied by the bandage spirit who is in exactly the same situation, he will not be bored to the point of madness, and naturally he can live his life in any way.

Fortunately, Shuji Tsushima has already been locked up by him.

Surrounded by a group of policemen, Fyodor blinked at a normal frequency, as if to relieve the soreness from staring at the screen for a long time.He watched the monitor closely, and saw that a car at the intersection had turned off three times in a row, and after finally starting it, it drove past at a constant speed.

The monitoring captured the yellow and green novice logo on the car body, and the car was also very new, so there was nothing suspicious about it.As a result, no matter how many times it is played, it will be excluded by the criminal police who watched it together.

There is no doubt that the driver is the remote-controlled Shuji Tsushima himself, but the appearance is modified by the holographic projection system, and it looks like a completely different person.

He swaggered away under the surveillance, and even deliberately glanced at the surveillance camera while waiting for the traffic light, acting like a rookie on the road.

Not to mention the bad level, but also extremely ignorant and like to be blind.

Since it was not yet the time for him to discover the abnormality in the script, Fyodor could only try his best to ignore the discomfort of being in the police station, and watched his lover who finally touched the steering wheel through the screen fool around.

By the way, I have strengthened my determination not to let Shuji Tsushima touch the steering wheel.

A certain bandage spirit is very keen on holding the little poor script. It is not enough to harm a group of people in the original world. Even in the server where there is no supernatural power, Shuji Tsushima is trying to make his character set closer to this aspect.

It seems that such an identity can make it easier for him to persecute others.

The specific operation is to directly use the too miserable past to launch the most cruel conscience attack.In this way, no matter how much he tries to die, others can always find a good reason for him, and can't help but forgive him.

And as a poor little bandage spirit, he will always be the weakest and most lovable one.

It is entirely conceivable what kind of prosperous white lotus will bloom when Shuji Tsushima enters the showbiz as planned.

Fyodor, whose thoughts began to wander, barely suppressed the desire to yawn.

Entering the part where there is no need to play, the young man who started to slack off at work pretended to be seriously analyzing in front of the computer desk, staring at the surveillance video, thinking about something.

According to the setting in the script, whether it is Fyodor or Osamu Dazai, their brains this time are far inferior to the original work of Fumino World.It can only be barely called a genius among ordinary people, it can't reach the level of abyss at all, and it can't even encrypt and decrypt words in time.

Even so, Fyodor can still judge the correct target from the hundreds of vehicles passing by in the surveillance video in just two hours.

This may sound absurd, but for the Conan world where the highest IQ can reach 400, it can barely be explained.

Anyway, as long as it is not a bug to the level of chaos, there is always a way to fool it.

In fact, once again, he and his lover started brainstorming, and even started teasing each other because they were too bored.Always let the two sides maintain a situation where they will not win two rounds in a row, just like this, you and I are killing time

Of course, if Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango hadn't rejected the offer to join the game, this online event would have been more fun.

Compared with Fyodor's scene with many actors, it only needs to confront Kudo Shinichi, who has immature reasoning ability, and Shuji Tsushima's script is obviously much easier.

He also knows how boring his lover is now, pitifully huddled in a police station that doesn't suit their aura, surrounded by a group of policemen in a daze.Simply during the period of talking with Kudo Shinichi, he multi-purposed to play cards with his own onigiri.

The little detective who was pointed at the gun did not dare to act rashly.

After learning that the woman in front of him is the mysterious person who invited them to Yokohama this time, and that he has a close relationship with the neighbor's Uncle Mikhail, who is very good at making desserts, Kudo Shinichi's thoughts were completely occupied by confusion.

There is no doubt that the other party can have this face, which shows that she is definitely related to Dr. Mori's brother Dazai by blood.And brother Dazai was adopted, and his biological parents are unknown, which seems to be more evidence for his reasoning.

But before he left the hotel, he just learned from his brother Fyodor that the person who invited them had a friendship with Mikhail for more than ten years, but she was also brother Dazai's mother...

It shows that this woman in mourning knew the whereabouts of her son as early as the beginning, and has never planned to meet her son for so many years.

What kind of mother could do such a thing?

What's more, the other party actually has a gun... Is it involuntary, or is there some other reason?

Seeing that he inadvertently scared the paper man he likes so much that his pupils trembled, Shuji Tsushima, who was dressed in a sex change, giggled deliberately in order to match his appearance.

Her black and brown wavy hair danced with the wind behind her, and the slightly elegant fragrance of shampoo also drifted away with the sea breeze.Osamu Dazai's facial features did not have any sense of disobedience after being transformed into a female body. Coordinating with the black mourning clothes showing the curves of his body, he suddenly revealed a bit of madness.

"Don't worry, my goal is only one person from the beginning, and I won't really kill you." He played with the pistol in his hand that was warmed by body temperature, pretending to be easy to talk, and tried to comfort the eyes. This little naive little detective.

Because of Shuji Tsushima's words, Shinichi Kudo, who was eager to take the opportunity to break the deadlock, took a step back without a trace.

Shuji Tsushima immediately changed the subject, the smile on his face became more and more kind, and he pulled the trigger without any hesitation, "It's just that it's very easy to make a life worse than death, I advise you not to try it lightly, It will be painful."

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke rose between the two, and Kudo Shinichi's body immediately became extremely stiff, and his clothes were almost soaked in cold sweat.The scorching bullet stuck close to his ankle and sank into the ground, and even because of the wind pressure, the skin that didn't have any damage on the surface felt like a burning pain.

She meant it, and that gun was no joke.

"Speak with me, little detective."

Seeing Shinichi Kudo, who was too immature in all aspects, quiet down as arranged in the script, Shuji Tsushima smiled contentedly.

He brushed his long hair that was blown by the sea breeze, and with the buff of a young woman with too many slots, he showed a very gentle temperament, and suggested as if on a whim: "After all, I am getting old." I always like to talk about homework, and it just so happens that there is nothing to do now, so how about you just quietly being a listener?"

"..." Kudo Shinichi didn't want to agree to the other party at all, but was forced to do so due to the threat of the pistol, and was silent.

Facing the seemingly gentle but incomparably tough coercion of a woman, the young man with no experience in cases could only restrain his resentment and forbear in front of the evil forces for the time being.

If he hadn't been able to find anything to kick...

Shuji Tsushima turned his head away, trying his best to change his emotion of wanting to laugh into a smile of unknown meaning, adding a sense of mystery to the appearance of the woman in the black dress.He stared at the sea reflecting the dazzling light under the sunlight, and had no intention of speaking for a while.

The young man tried his best to put himself into the role of Pandora's Actor. Under the influence of the last layer of the puff pastry script, the softened brows and eyes gradually became sad.

The atmosphere gradually became silent, only the sound of waves beating against the artificially cast coast echoed continuously.

"Are you Dazai brother's mother?" Seeing that the woman in mourning remained silent for a long time, and her fingertips wrapped in black silk gloves left the trigger, Kudo Shinichi boldly asked the question he was most concerned about. "If not on the social level, what about the physical level?"

Could it be because of an illegitimate child or something that she said the words 'the social level is not'?

"I don't have a child, I can't bear the weight of a life, it's too scary." Faced with the other party's question, Shuji Tsushima chuckled, but his expression covered by the black tulle was somewhat tinged bitter.

What a joke, even if the administrator account can really do it, an existence like Osamu Dazai would even choose to live to his seventies without disease, pain, food and clothing, and would not be willing to bear the weight of his life.

This is also his bottom line, even Fyodor would never dare to touch it.

However, Kudo Shinichi, who is still a junior high school student, was obviously confused by that face. He was almost certain that the woman in the black skirt was Dazai Osamu's biological mother.Thinking back to the elder brother in the neighbor’s family who tried his best in all aspects in order to repay his adoptive father’s upbringing, and was not admitted to the Faculty of Medicine of Dongda University not long ago, the anger in the boy’s heart was finally unbearable.

He glared at the woman who couldn't see the expression clearly, his voice raised inadvertently, "So you abandoned brother Dazai?!"

He is not deeply involved in the world, so far he has not been able to understand the fact that everyone has their own difficulties.

Even Conan, who is the childhood god of countless people in this world, needs time for him to grow up.

"It's not that reason. He is very important to me, but it's not the relationship between mother and child."

Shuji Tsushima, who holds the script in his hand and knows how much pain Osamu Dazai will experience in the future, recites this line in a very emotional tone without conscience.

"Everything I have will be left to him, such useless things as property, status, and even love." The arc of the young man's mouth was tinged with bitterness, especially when he uttered the word 'love' , even after the throat rolled a few times before it was very reluctant to exit.

"It's just that before that, he must have enough qualifications, and he will probably suffer a lot. But I believe he can survive it. Once an existence like Osamu Dazai really wants to catch something, it is absolutely Won't let go."

The insignificant bitterness quickly dissipated.

Shuji Tsushima brought himself into the mood before the leader Jae jumped off the building, as if all the burdens were unloaded at that moment, and some were just about to usher in the relief he had been looking forward to for a long time to sleep.

I have to say that Osamu Dazai in the script has always made others feel stomachaches, and the only character who really makes him feel stomachaches is Pandora's Actor.

"Forget it, don't talk about these things you don't understand, let's talk about something lighter." As if realizing that he was talking too deeply, Shuji Tsushima quickly changed the subject with the script of the widow.

He stared at Shinichi Kudo with a sudden flustered expression, ignoring Kudo Shinichi's act of secretly taking photos with a mobile phone bought from the United States, with a hint of teasing in his words.

"Little detective, when are you going to confess to that childhood sweetheart?"

He didn't expect that the topic would suddenly turn to himself, and he was even pointed out by a single word that he had hidden for a long time.Kudo Shinichi's cheeks flushed instantly, he completely forgot about his current situation, and retorted loudly: "I didn't—"

"After all, you like Sherlock Holmes, so London is a good place. How about Big Ben?" Shuji Tsushima, who recalled the content of the original work, made serious suggestions, but his tone seemed to be joking.

The boy still stubbornly refuted.

"I said no!"

"Hmm...you say yes." Tsujima Shuji, who was wearing a female body mimic shell, stopped his intentional eighth-wife behavior, and put on a gesture of someone who has experienced it, and his tone seemed to be admonishing, "But since it's true If you really care about her, then reveal your feelings early, and don't regret it at the end."

After all, Conan's official content is so sweet that it hurts your teeth, and it is more ruthless than anyone else when you use a knife seriously.

The woman in mourning sighed softly, her sad iris-colored eyes were staring at the sparkling sea through the black veil.

The atmosphere fell into an embarrassing silence again.

As time passed slowly, Kudo Shinichi, who was fidgeting against the shore fence, gradually calmed down because he could not maintain high-intensity vigilance for a long time.The woman he simply accompanied was watching the sea view, silently counting how many cargo ships passed by, so as to pass the time.

"There are very grand fireworks tonight, to celebrate."

Seeing that the time was ripe, and Fyodor should have discovered something almost according to the script, Shuji Tsushima finally broke the long silence and made a gesture to leave here.

Kudo Shinichi, who thought he was going to spend the whole day here, was stunned for a moment, and quickly asked in confusion: "Celebration?"

In the eyes of the young man, the woman in mourning who had finally calmed down slightly nodded.

Her tone suddenly became brisk, and she put on the high-heeled shoes she had taken off because she was sitting on the stone pier of the fence, and after turning around in place, she replied: "Well, because there are some things I really can't do, After struggling so hard for so long, what finally ushered in was a too bleak ending."

She tucked the pistol back into the holster secured by the belt on her thigh, straightened her slightly messy skirt, and stood there in an elegant posture.

"Although I said that people can't pity themselves... But even if I can reverse the torrent of time, the dead can't be brought back to life. Thinking about it this way, I've been obsessed with it for many years, so I'm so pitiful." Talking to himself, uttered incomprehensible words.

Due to the difference in height between the two, Shinichi Kudo could see a self-deprecating smile on the corner of the other's mouth that was not covered by the tulle.And the words that came out of the lightly parted thin lips were words that he could not understand the hidden meaning.

She said: "Life has indeed fallen into an endless nightmare."

The momentary trance receded, and when the consciousness came back again, the woman Kudo Shinichi saw seemed to return to the slightly crazy appearance before.

"So I look away, what can't be done is just can't be done, in order to celebrate, I finally thought about it, let's set off a big firework tonight." She giggled again, and at the same time walked behind her next to the street.

There was a brand new car parked at an unknown time, the windows on both sides were covered with privacy film, only the novice logo was particularly obtrusive.The car body is also pitch black, absorbing the heat of the sun while devouring it mercilessly, matching the woman's mourning dress very well.

Under Kudo Shinichi's gaze, she opened the co-pilot's door, and after half of her body stepped into the car, she paused for a moment as if she suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, little detective, for the sake of being with me for so long, let me tell you something."

The woman lifted the black veil above her head, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Dazai Osamu, but the smile on her face made people feel inexplicable palpitations.

It was like being stared at by something cold and viscous, and would be dragged into the abyss in the next second.

"I won't pursue the photo I took secretly. Go back and show it to Mijia. Maybe there will be surprises."

She said goodbye to the little detective with a chuckle, and then left without any nostalgia, only the hum of the car engine echoing the tide, which lasted for a long time.