Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

This amusement park funded and built by Melles is not as good as the outside world praises.

It is unreasonable to build two amusement parks in one city at the same time. This kind of behavior that will actively disperse the passenger flow is definitely not a choice that normal entrepreneurs can make.

At least so far, there are still many people who are greedy for two pieces of land, waiting to see Melles' jokes.

The land created by artificial reclamation frames the overall scope of the amusement park, which is not as luxurious as the Dorobega Paradise in Conan, and it can only be called quite satisfactory in all aspects.The surface of those recreational facilities scattered all over the place has even been covered with dust, and it is obvious that no one has taken care of them for a long time.

As early as the beginning, some people questioned the safety of the construction of the park, as well as the building called the corpse village, which was too exaggerated in every respect.Until recently, it seems that even the only construction teams have withdrawn from this area, but the park has not opened for a long time, and it is completely impossible to know what the developers are thinking.

The dead branches and fallen leaves that fell into the garden from nowhere gathered on the path in front of him. The young man with a stern expression walked firmly, without any fear of the dilapidated scene in front of him.

The dry fallen leaves were crushed by the soles of his shoes, Fyodor finally came to the only operating facility in this too quiet amusement park, and saw the target he had been looking for for a long time on the bench next to the ticket office.

It was the woman in mourning who sent the black invitation letter by the little girl in the old town.

The empty merry-go-round was running tirelessly, and the originally cheerful background sound seemed a bit weird in such a dilapidated environment.The horses painted in bright colors go up and down with the mechanical operation, as if there are some guests on the top, instead of consuming electricity for nothing like now.

Seeing that most of the woman's face was covered by the black veil hanging from her top hat, Fyodor seemed to be sure of something.He was no longer eager to confront the other party, but sat silently beside her, admiring the carousel that no one was riding.

There is a distance between the two that is enough to accommodate one person, as if they are maintaining the reserve between strangers, and will not approach too hastily.

"How? This is the amusement park I built for my child from impossible birth."

It seemed that if they kept silent like this, the conversation between the two sides would not make any progress, so the elegant woman opened the topic first.

She turned her head and stared at Fyodor's expressionless face for a long time with her dead iris-colored eyes. She seemed to feel some joy that only she could understand, and she chuckled without warning, "Don't hold yourself up like that." Terrible expression, it is still very easy to suspend the bomb on Osamu Dazai."

She threatened Dazai's life and let Fyodor come here alone, probably with other intentions.

"I think you should have some guesses about my identity." The woman didn't lift her veil, her face, which hadn't been smeared with any cosmetics, was slightly pale, and her thin lips that had lost their blood were slightly parted, so as not to have too much emotion The fluctuating sentence said softly.

At such a close distance, Fyodor could clearly see what her facial features looked like.

Except for the slightly softer lines, it is exactly the same as my lover.

"Just by looking at that face, anyone would think you are Dazai-kun's mother." The young man sighed slightly, his expression showing a bit of disappointment, not at all like seeing the reaction of his suspected lover's biological mother.

"But that's not the case." He changed the subject, and besides some extremely complicated emotions hidden under the purple-red eyes, there seemed to be a solemnity mixed in.

As if realizing that the young man beside her had indeed guessed her true identity, the woman just maintained her rather stiff smile like a puppet, and did not respond.

This was not the first time she had met Fyodor.

"From the moment I was born, I knew that I was different from normal human beings." The pale-skinned Russian youth spoke slowly, looking extremely calm on the outside, but his clenched fingers revealed the chaos in his heart .

"Human beings don't have memories of infancy, but I can remember everything completely, and I still have the impression of everything in the delivery room when I was just born."

He took a deep breath and stared at the woman beside him who was breathing too lightly. A certain too short sentence was grinded back and forth between his lips and teeth for a long time, and finally he uttered it with great difficulty.

"So I remember you too." Remembering what she called her mother.

"Hehe..." The woman who was too similar to Osamu Dazai in every aspect easily understood Fyodor's oblique words.

Her tone seemed to sneer mockingly, she didn't intend to explain too much, and she didn't have any feelings that should be felt when seeing her "son" in name.

However, Fyodor quickly gave her a reasonable explanation on her behalf. The young man frowned, a stern cold light flashed in his eyes, and his tone became heavy enough, "You are not my mother. I In my memory, only a few nurses in the delivery room were killed by you, and I can be sure that I was definitely not born by the normal way of human birth."

The memory fragments stored in the memory palace quickly returned to the original part like a video tape played backwards.

The background is a small clinic in Siberia. The cold wind whistling outside is like the mournful wail of a dying person, and the biting white occupies people's retinas.The operating room is far less formal than a regular hospital, but for pregnant women with dystocia, it is the last place to save their lives.

However, the woman who was supposed to be lying on the delivery bed had a gloomy face, and the scalpel clenched between her fingers easily killed several nurses.

Bright red spread all over his field of vision, and the overly cumbersome abdomen of the pregnant woman instantly deflated like a deflated ball, and there was never any fetus inside.

She lay back on the delivery bed again, tossed her body until it was dripping with blood with a scalpel, deliberately showing her dying appearance.Immediately afterwards, several nurses who had died after their carotid arteries were lacerated came back to life as if time flowed backwards, but there was no light in their eyes, as if they were just puppets controlled by others.

The blood splashed on the wall disappeared without a trace, as if everything was just his illusion.

However, Fyodor understood that his memory could not be wrong, and all of this happened in reality.And from the beginning, he was not a life conceived by his "mother" in name.

Thoughts returned, the young man stared at the woman whose face hadn't changed in the past ten years through the veil, with a gloomy and unpredictable expression.

He spoke again, and his throat rolled unnaturally, as if thinking of some bad memory, "Not long after that, you pretended to die of illness, but then suddenly appeared in front of me again, trying to kill you. I."

Fyodor's breathing stagnates uncontrollably, and too clear memory is also harmful. The suffocation feeling that he was almost strangled to death by the woman in front of him is still unforgettable to this day.

Like a nightmare, he has been with him for many years and refuses to leave.

"Father was also controlled by you, right? After that, he seemed to regard the strangle marks on my neck as his own. Since then, his memory of you has become more and more blurred."

Recalling the change of Mikhail's attitude towards himself since then, the young man caressed his throat unnaturally, and his expression became more and more cold, "However, not long after you moved to Mihua Town, you tried to kill me again, But you had to terminate your behavior because of Mrs. Kudo from the neighbor's house."

Even this memory, he never forgot.

Certain facts are obvious enough.

His nominal "mother" never wanted him to come into this world.

The woman who had been silent all this time raised her head slightly, and the sunlight fell on her pale cheeks through the black veil.I don't know if it's an illusion, but Fyodor, who watched all this, actually felt a sense of fragility on that pretty face.

In other words, something that had already been broken was forcibly pieced together by a certain obsession to form her today.

"Something went wrong."

The woman finally spoke, but she chose an irrelevant topic and didn't answer any of Fyodor's questions directly.

Her fingertips covered by black silk gloves caressed her flat belly, and soon, like an electric shock, she quickly stopped her actions, as if this was some too terrifying act.

"It is absolutely impossible for me to give birth to a new life, not even his child. He should be very clear about this."

Fyodor, who couldn't predict the direction of the conversation, was taken aback for a moment, and soon understood who the "he" in the other party's mouth was referring to.

The young man hesitated and asked, "He? You mean... father?"

The woman just acquiesced with a smile and did not answer directly.

"He is not a person who can raise children. At least I have some experience, although the process is not very good."

She stared at the merry-go-round horse that had been running for an unknown amount of time in front of her, with a look of nostalgia on her face, and then she was soon overwhelmed by subtle distress, "But that person... even I can't imagine that he will seriously raise a child Scenes."

Fyodor, who has grown up very well even though Mikhail spent most of the past 18 years, retorted: "Father, although he seldom pays much attention to me, he has done a good job. Compared to the men of this country..."

At least for a man who has become the pillar of a family by himself, Mikhail's attention to him is still very superficial.

It was extremely rare for him to be starved to death in the cradle during the two years when he was unable to take care of himself when he was a baby. With such a complicated relationship between the two of them, it was already extremely rare.

However, the woman wrapped in mourning raised her voice without warning.

"That's why I really realized that he was indeed dead. What filled that body was something I couldn't understand. It wasn't him anymore."

The words she confided were like a heavy hammer hitting the young man's heart, leaving Fyodor speechless for a moment.

The young man's expression was very bewildered, and his thoughts were confused for a long time before he could barely understand the other party's words.

If her so-called "mother" couldn't bear the weight of a new life, then according to her, Mikhail should be of the same kind.Even if the two fall in love, it is impossible for them to be happy about the new life that was born later...

"Is it because you have expectations for my arrival?" The pale-faced young man said in a hoarse voice.

It was precisely because Mikhail himself could never have such a reaction that the woman in front of him became aware of certain facts and gave up the choice of immersing himself in a sweet dream, so that he had to wake up from the false dream.

In this way, it is not difficult to explain why she dresses up as a widow.

Because it was Mikhail who really died.

"It's only part of it." This time, she didn't evade any questions, but answered the young man's guess from the side, and then began to explain: "As early as the beginning, what constituted his individual was already a memory that was on the verge of being broken. with feelings."

As if afraid that the young man would not be able to understand the words that were too erratic, the woman stretched out a slender finger and waved it in the air, explaining Mikhail's current state with concise and clear words.

"Can you understand? It is a patient who is about to die. Before he actually dies, he will cut out the memory that constitutes him completely. Although this will cause irreversible damage to his brain, But considering that the main body is about to die, I have no choice but to do so."

After all, this is the only way to continue his existence.

The woman's expression was very sad, and even her tone was filled with undisguised bitterness, "But before I took this step, his body was already damaged, and all I can cut out is his feelings for me." , and certain elements that make up his person."

However, even so, Mikhail, who has no memory, is fundamentally different from the object of her true love.

They don't have any past, nor any memory of being in love, but they are enough to make a woman fall for it.

"Is that why father fell in love with you at first sight?" Fyodor, who had a general understanding of his father's love history and had doubts about the initial love process between the two, murmured.

Mikhail's temperament is too cold, those gentle appearances can deceive outsiders, but they can't deceive Fyodor who has lived with him for more than ten years.

How could such a person easily fall in love with a woman whom he only met once, and couldn't get out until now?

"Because we are lovers from the beginning, and there is only one... the one we love deeply, and we just got married not long ago." The woman's eyes were slightly closed, and her overly long eyelashes covered her eyes that were enough to make people drown. The iris-colored pupils in it.

She caressed the base of her left finger covered by the glove, where there was something like a metal ring, which tied her whole body tightly, "It was obviously hard to find a reason to live, and it was obviously hard to feel What is happiness……"

Fyodor's expression was extremely complicated, the excessive amount of information made his brain approach the limit of operation, and some doubts about his father were also answered, but he never felt at ease.

"So that's the case, then it's not hard to explain why I fell in love with Dazai." He let out a breath slowly, his lips pursed tightly, "Although I was really frightened by his face at the beginning , to be exactly the same as my dead mother, I thought it must be your conspiracy."

If he is also a clone of Mikhail in essence, and certain emotions instilled make him the same as his own gene source body, and he will fall in love with someone hopelessly, then he has everything he has today. It is doomed early.

It was indeed after a long time of inner struggle that he was able to enter into a love relationship with Osamu Dazai without any grievances.

After all, the two of them have no blood relationship in essence, and the biggest possibility is that they were entrapped by the same woman.As long as he completely ignores that a woman who has the same face as his lover is his nominal "mother", he can calmly accept his new relationship with Osamu Dazai.

"At that time, I even worried that this neighbor's peer would become my stepmother one day in the future. But my father didn't respond to this. This alone is enough to confirm, his memory of you It's really blurred." The young man's tone contained a bit of sarcasm, as if he was mocking the other party's obvious evasion.

However, the other party did not change his face, and replied in a very serious tone: "I did have such a plan."

"..."

Fyodor vaguely had an extremely bad premonition.

He straightened up slowly, his expression cracked, and he stared at the visibly excited woman with dead eyes.

Through the tulle, you can even see the blush rising on her pale cheeks.

"But that's all after you die."

The woman didn't seem to notice the abnormality of the young man beside her. She raised a hand to cover her mouth lightly, even though she couldn't completely cover the corners of her raised mouth, "After the death of my beloved wife, the only remaining child is with him Died shortly after reaching adulthood. A man who was overwhelmed by grief regained a long-forgotten memory because of the shock."

"At this moment, he discovered that the child in the neighbor's house whom he watched growing up, that is, his son's fiancé, actually had the exact same face as his long-gone wife. Even the character, the atmosphere shrouded in sadness It's the same."

Her increasingly high-pitched tone suddenly stopped, like a deliberate pause before the point of the story to tantalize people's appetite, until three seconds later, she continued to narrate in a low voice: "It's like the person he loves so much. It's like being reborn in a child."

Fyodor, who had long since given up maintaining his facial expression, silently took out the bottle of drink that he had bought in advance from the unique backpack of the Administrator, unscrewed the cap very intimately, and waited for the other party to say that he was thirsty. Then you can hand it over directly.

He had known for a long time that this development was going to happen.

"You said, at this time, if he saw Osamu Dazai who was forced to enter the entertainment industry because of his family's heavy debts, not only failed to earn money, but offended everyone, he was forced to sell his body because of his debts. How will he choose when he is already unstable?"

The "woman" finally stopped maintaining her restraint and elegance, and even that too ethereal voice became a standard male voice.He Keke smiled strangely, his slender legs because of the high heels began to swing back and forth, shaking the unstable legs until they creaked.

"I'll take Xiaozhi away, after paying off all the debts for him... Tsk, why does this kind of development feel more interesting than "No Money", and then I will give you 100 million or something for one sleep, and the interest will come down I'll never know for the rest of my life."

Shuji Tsushima, who was out of the play completely because of his thoughts wandering, no longer continued to recite his lines, and laughed together on the bench without any image at all.He squirmed back and forth into his lover's arms, and soon received a mild blow from Fyodor, and immediately put his head on his face and began to wail.

After all, he has been serious about playing with each other for so long, but in the end it was him who took the lead in NG.

"...Stop it, you can just make up your mind." Fyodor helplessly clasped the opponent's shoulder to prevent an overly agitated bandage spirit from rolling off the ground.

Shuji Tsushima immediately pouted his lips in dissatisfaction, and his tone was very accusatory, "But it's really delicious. The crazy old father and the crazy daughter-in-law after the death of his lover, the forbidden love of using each other as a substitute!"

His weird taste, since he entered the house in the real world, he has read too many books, and he has not been able to get it back.

Facing his lover who started acting coquettishly again, Fyodor, who had long been used to it, could only pinch the other's cheek helplessly, and managed to get a burst of dissatisfied grunts.

"The script, are you still acting?"