Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The general background of the Conan server, the basic trend depends on the present world.Coupled with the fact that there is no such unreasonable thing as supernatural power from the beginning to the end, the historical process is almost completely consistent with the present world.

The Power Wars never existed, and there was no concession in Yokohama, let alone the Port Mafia, an organization that would normally be cleaned up by the higher-ups.

The only special thing is that there are probably only a few professional writers who came from the studio next door and were forcibly squeezed in by the directors.

According to the setting in the script, Mori Ogai here has never joined the army, and naturally he will not stay in Yokohama, which has nothing special.After graduating from the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo, he soon ran a clinic on his own, and adopted a young boy who was very close to him as his adopted son.

There has never been any chaos in Yokohama, and the three-hour plan to protect the city.Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was supposed to be in the same family, was just the head on the banknotes, and even the superhuman Alice never existed.

In a world where there is no port mafia leader who can take office for him, Mori Ogai's daily personality is set up by Shuji Tsushima to be very easy-going.

The talented doctor was well-received among the residents of the Mihua Town neighborhood, so it was hard to contain the surprise of those who knew him well when the clinic was caught off guard by an accident and closed.

A closed sign was hung on the door of Poirot Cafe, and several shop assistants were given paid leave by the boss who was rarely wayward.There are only two men in the small shop, which seems extremely deserted.

Mikhail, whose face has not changed for more than ten years, is busy behind the dining table. His movements of cleaning the coffee cups look very elegant, not at all like an ordinary shop owner.

However, for some reason, that usually indifferent expression was covered with a layer of extremely bleak sadness.As if his thoughts had been in chaos for a long time, even the washing action became a little stiff, allowing the cold water to wash against the back of his knuckles.

In the end, it was another person who reminded him, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and turned off the faucet in a hurry.

No matter how bright the sun is outside the house, it is difficult to dispel the gloom over the heart of the middle-aged man. Even if there are no patients to receive, the man who even forgot to shave his beard is still dressed in a white coat.

Looking at his distorted reflection in the cup through the rising mist, he couldn't help but sigh.

Mori Ogai's expression was very sad.

Unexpected changes at home, no matter how relaxing the environment is, it is difficult for him to stop feeling heavy.

If you really want to use an analogy, Mori Ogai today is much more difficult than Mori, the leader of the port mafia who is worried about the difficult situation of the port mafia, when he was 15 years old in the original work.

After all, just being a good citizen is enough to block all the solutions he can think of.

Ten million is not a small amount. Even if he repays his debts with all his efforts, his subsequent life will be lost, and it will even affect the child who was admitted to the Faculty of Medicine of Dongda University with great difficulty and should have a bright future.

What's more, the group of people who caused him to be in debt may have planned it long ago.Even if we can survive this crisis, the next one may be even more difficult to deal with.

However, as to what kind of enemy he has provoked, he still has no clue until now.

On the other side, after rinsing the tableware, Mikhail picked up the kettle and poured boiling water into the teapot prepared in advance.The bright dark red color spreads along with bursts of tea fragrance, and the stretched tea leaves slowly float on the surface, densely piled up into a ball.

Then he found the matching tea set for his own use from the cabinet, held the same steaming black tea over there, and silently sat down on the empty seat next to Mori Ogai.

No one spoke for a while.

After all, the children of the two families announced their relationship recently, and as parents, they have no intention of objecting. The friendship between neighbors who have been together for more than ten years may be one step closer.Even in such an embarrassingly silent atmosphere, the two parents never felt that there was anything wrong.

This is nothing compared to crashing the scene where my own child was kissing a neighbor's bamboo horse of the same age.

The scorching sun outside the house was no longer as hot as it was at noon, and there were only a few pedestrians passing by on the street.Even though today's climate has not receded the few coldness, the temperature brought by the sun is still a bit sultry.

Facing the too empty shop, Mikhail, the shop owner, did not have any excessive emotions. He slowly blew away the mist on the surface of the black tea, and took the lead in asking: "Has Dr. Sen checked it out? patient?"

Facing the familiar old neighbors, Mori Ogai no longer maintained his temperament in front of patients, and directly wrote the word decadent on his face.

He took a sip of the warm coffee, and tried several times to flatten a disobedient hair.After the failure, the whole person's shoulders slumped, and he said in a weak tone: "No, Dr. Ali and that kid Fyodor have also helped, but they still can't find out who is behind them."

In terms of computer proficiency, Fyodor is naturally the most proficient among the nearby families, followed by Dr. Ali.Since even these two people couldn't find out the information behind the patients who came to make trouble, it means that the other party has come prepared.

My own children also boasted about Fyodor's hacking skills, saying that it was easy to break into the Pentagon, but Mori Ogai did not believe such exaggerated words.

After all, they are all good citizens living in the sun, how could they really be like the ones shown in the movie.What's more, Fyodor has behaved very well for so many years, and he is a very reassuring object. It is not a bad thing for his children to be with him.

The man's upper body was lying on the table, acting like a student who was exhausted during class, and could only take a short nap to refresh himself.

There is a kind of melancholy that a child who has been brought up by himself has worked so hard, followed other people's pigs, looked at each other, hugged each other, and ran away hand in hand.

He pushed the coffee cup unobtrusively to the seat next door to make room for himself, and murmured softly, "And this trip to Yokohama always gives people a very uneasy feeling."

"..." Mikhail, who was holding a black teacup, still didn't respond.

The person who actually sent the invitation letter was him, and it would be too rude to ask his son and nearby neighbors to go instead.However, he still made this choice, making it difficult to guess what this seemingly gentle coffee shop owner was thinking.

Seeing that the neighbor did not intend to speak for a short time, he interpreted the word faux pas to the fullest.However, compared to doing it on purpose, Mikhail seemed more like his thoughts had already drifted away, and he couldn't hear his own words at all.

Mori Ogai rubbed his forehead wearily, stretched out his left hand and tapped on the dining table in front of the pale man, and continued to ask helplessly, "What's the matter with that friend of yours?"

Because of this slight vibration, the black tea in the cup had weak ripples, blurring the already illusory reflection of the man.

Mikhail, who finally came back to his senses, had a slightly dazed look in his eyes. After returning to his senses, he smiled apologetically and explained, "We have known each other for more than ten years, but we have never really met each other. This time it is It was the first time he took the initiative to invite."

"Is it the senior management of Mellas?"

After getting the answer, Mori Ogai fell into deep thought for a long time, and kept spinning the small stainless steel spoon in his hand, as if playing with the scalpel he always carried with him, then tapped the table with the handle of the spoon, and slowly said: "On the Internet According to the information that can be found, there is only one company officially opened in Yokohama today, and it is also a company under Melles, and more information is unknown."

The invitation was originally intended for Mikhail to attend the opening ceremony of a certain industry in Melles, and he could produce sixteen invitation letters at a time. Even if his friend was not a high-level executive of the company, he couldn't justify it.

Mikhail himself, however, refused.

As for the other thing mentioned in the invitation, the discussion about opening a branch of the Poirot Cafe in Yokohama, even that was never discussed at all.

As for another possibility...

Mori Ogai sighed softly, with a complicated expression on his face, "Mikhail, if you're taking our family into consideration, it's completely unnecessary to just give up seeing your old friend of more than ten years..."

The neighbors who have been with each other for more than ten years have a sudden change, and they are not in the mood to travel at all.At this time, it would be too unfair to Dr. Mori's family who are in a hurry to call away the familiar people around Dr. Mori and go to Yokohama together heartlessly.

After all, they have been friends for more than ten years, so there is still some wink.

If Mikhail's character is as gentle as his appearance reveals, he might make such a gentle choice.However, the man just shook his head very slightly, denying this statement with his actions,

"I hope it's just that I'm thinking too much..." He directly skipped the topic, staring at the calm reflection in the black tea cup, as if he was about to fall back into his own thoughts.

Mori Ogai, who has a similar situation, has great tolerance for the role of the neighbor's single-parent old father who has not changed over the years, and simply asked patiently: "What do you mean?"

Mikhail pondered for a long time, and finally picked up the cup of black tea that was barely warm enough to drink, and explained it in a leisurely manner.

"I have been communicating with the other party for so many years, and I have never taken the initiative to mention too private information, but I don't want to look at the other party with the worst thoughts." He sighed softly, and those purple-red eyes that showed an extremely complicated expression Weihe, "But now, I have to think so."

"Does that mean that your friend knows too much about the people around you?" The middle-aged man in a white coat couldn't help but become serious, and slowly straightened up on the single seat by the dining table , Even the brows gradually wrinkled.

He can completely understand Mikhail's current mood.

Those are old friends who have known each other for more than ten years, and they have known each other for almost a quarter of their lives.However, one day, he was suddenly told that the other party had ulterior motives from the very beginning, and that the friendship of more than ten years was just an illusion staged, and no one could accept such a fact.

Not everyone has the courage to cut off the shackles of emotion.

"That's right." Mikhail, who had finally made a decision, seemed to have relaxed a lot. He slowly leaned back on the chair, raised his head and looked at the simple chandelier hanging above the bar, with an expression that seemed suspicious A little disappointed.

He's been running the store long enough that it's time for some renovations, too.

The man took out a silver ring with a polished surface from his trouser pocket, and after grinding it with his fingertips, he placed it on the dining table solemnly, with a low to inaudible tone. "And the reason why I decided not to go is because I received a letter this morning," the voice explained.

Attracted by the ring that was so plain that no information could be seen, Mori Ogai was a little dazed for a moment, and he paused for a while before asking questions.

"letter?"

If it's a letter, what's the point of taking out this ring?

This time, Mikhail did not continue to respond with silence.His fingertips trembled a little, and he carefully held the ring that had obviously passed through a long time in his palm, even his voice became low and hoarse.

The corner of the man's mouth was straightened, as if trying to suppress his extremely painful expression, he choked up and said, "Inside is a ring that is almost worn out, which was once owned by my wife."

That is the ring in his hand.

After all, the two have been neighbors for more than ten years. It is not uncommon for Mori Ogai to understand how much Mikhail misses his dead wife.But soon, he also realized the strangeness, and he couldn't hide the astonishment on his face while asking: "But haven't you kept your wedding rings away?"

The wedding ring of Mikhail and his wife has been strung together as a necklace by him for more than ten years, hanging around his neck all the time.Those two rings fit tightly together, and at the same time were very close to where his heart was, as if he could still feel the remaining warmth from when his wife hadn't left.

So what is this extra ring?

"It was before that." The pale-skinned man replied sadly.

The middle-aged doctor holding a coffee cup was stunned once again.

"Ok?"

Mikhail's condition was obviously not right, and while his expression showed nostalgia and pain, it was also mixed with some extremely complicated emotions.With his most sincere love for his wife, this emotion seemed too abrupt.

Could it be that there are other inside stories?

"My wife, she had a fiancé before marrying me, but before the two got married, her fiancé died in an accident."

The man who had spent more than ten years by himself with the child left by his dead wife lowered his head, as if he didn't want to show his overly fragile expression.In this way, when only old acquaintances were around, the scars of the past were severely lifted, exposing the completely unhealed flesh and blood under the skin.

Mikhail rubbed his sore eye sockets, trying to suppress the tide, "The day I met her, she originally planned to commit suicide, but it was stopped because of me."

The place where they met was Tamagawa Josui, where the literary giant Osamu Dazai died.

However, today, Yuchuan Shangshui is just a small ditch that can barely reach the ankle, and it is not as fast as it used to be, let alone trying to drown a person.The woman whose face looked like she was crying at that time also seemed to have a regretful expression for this reason.

It was only later that Mikhail discovered that there was a loaded pistol hidden in the satchel carried by his wife.

Her heart had long followed that unknown man to death.

Mikhail admitted that he was indeed jealous of the long-dead man, jealous that he could get all the love of the person he loved deeply.At the same time, he also understands that the living cannot compete with the dead, and the only one who can walk into the future with his wife is him.

However, he also failed to keep this delicate flower yearning for death, and let her go to the long-awaited side and reunite with the person she really loves.

Not knowing that the old friend still has such a past, Mori Ogai's movements were very stiff for a while, and he asked in a weak tone: "Could this ring be her wedding ring?"

Even if this kind of loved one dies, there will always be another person in his heart, which makes people feel so sour that they don't know how to comfort them.

"That's right, this is a scar that even I dare not touch. But when she was buried, the ring was gone." Mikhail just shook his head with a bitter expression. useless.

The Sri Lankan people have passed away, leaving only endless thoughts to those who survived.

However, for some reason, he couldn't even remember his wife's face.

The man stared at the gradually cooling black tea in the cup, and the dense mist had already faded to the point where it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.Just like the memories he lost in the long river of time, what he held in his hands was just a wisp of air in the end.

Other than that he has nothing.

Mikhail sipped the cooled black tea, and a gentle smile inadvertently appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I love her very much, this kind of feeling is very strange, obviously at the beginning I didn't even know everything about her, but I believed in her She must be the only one who can walk with me. It's as if each other is the only existence we can rely on in the dark night, there is no other choice, and being together may be destined."

The bottom of the porcelain cup was lightly tapped on the matching tray, making a very crisp sound.Mikhail's gentle smile, which was as gentle as the afternoon sun, was mixed with a little helplessness. Anyone who saw it could not help but want to reach out to heal the pain in his heart.

"But I also know that she always has someone else in her heart."

He pushed the empty teacup away, but in a store without any waiters, no one would take away the tea set for him, and no one would take the initiative to refill his cup.

Mori Ogai silently brought the teapot for the other party, and put it between the two from behind the dining table.

He asked in a thoughtful tone, "So now you suspect that the person who sent this ring is someone related to your wife?"

In other words, the mysterious friend who has maintained contact with him for 18 years is the one who stole the ring back then.

It is really hard to imagine what purpose the other party has.

"She has been gone for so many years, until now I don't know many things about her, family, parents, living environment..." Mikhail nodded lightly, his rare smile was once again occupied by bitterness.

"It's strange, isn't it? Obviously I should be her closest person, but I can't even know this information."

It is useless to say anything at this time, Mori Ogai can only comfort the other party with silence, waiting for him to temporarily withdraw from this uncontrollable sadness.

The two parents who got together obviously had just reached middle age, but they already had a weather-beaten heart.This kind of bitterness can only be poured out in front of old friends who are in a similar situation, and perhaps only in this way can the extremely complicated mood feel better.

However, at this moment, Mikhail's cell phone rang, breaking the silence in the room.

The man wiped his face silently, trying to restore his voice to normal, only the red eyes showed the fact that he was emotionally unstable before.

"It's me." He took a deep breath and connected the call without seeing the caller ID clearly.

Kudo Yukiko's voice sounded a little hesitant, and her tone was also a little dignified.

[Is it Mr. Mikhail? 】

Since the two are neighbors, and they usually deal with each other, Mikhail was not surprised by the other party's call, but tried to keep his voice down and asked, "Well, Mrs. Kudo, what's the matter?"

I don't know if something went wrong with Fyodor, it can't be that he and Dazai lost their wallets, or they want to order some pastries here, in short, the matter should not be too beyond my own expected.At the same time, a prompt box for receiving an email flashed on his mobile phone screen.

[It’s like this, I got a photo here, someone said that you might know each other, so it was just sent to your mailbox. 】

Kudo Yukiko's tone was too tense, which was a bit cramped for the relationship between the neighbors, as if they were talking about a taboo topic, for fear of offending her.

Mikhail frowned slightly, temporarily narrowed down the call interface, and clicked on the email that the other party said.

In the next second, he was almost unable to hold his mobile phone steady, and his face was so pale that he looked like a dead man who had just been fished out of an ice coffin, without the slightest trace of blood.

【Does Mr. Mikhail know...? 】

"..."

He panted violently, as if this could relieve the suffocation from his lungs, so as not to make his eyes dark.

Mikhail gritted his teeth, which was already an extremely gaffe for an elegant person like him.The man stood up abruptly, fingering the photo almost greedily and tremblingly, carefully observing the half-covered face of the woman in the picture, and asked in a hoarse voice: "This photo... where did you get it?"

【Eh? 】

【About half an hour ago, Xinjiang took this photo on the coast of Yokohama. The other party said that he wanted to show you this photo...】

He hung up the phone abruptly, rushed out of the store under Dr. Sen's blank gaze, waved his arms by the side of the road, and took a taxi to the nearest Mihua Station.

He must go to Yokohama.

Because the person in the photo is his wife who has been sealed in the depths of his memory for a long time.

-

Fyodor did not pay much attention to the progress here.

In the final analysis, Mikhail and Mori Ogai who stayed at the Poirot Cafe were just two bionics who had already been programmed.

In the absence of any audience, the directors just recorded the lines in advance, and then played them at the right time.Details such as micro-expressions are naturally corrected by the holographic projection system, trying to perfect this scene that does not even have live actors.

It's just drama, he told himself.

I and Shuji Tsushima will never step into the footsteps of Mikhail and Pandora in the script.