Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The course of things is very simple.

That photo was like a thunderbolt from the sky, as a warning to punish the world, it fell hard on the dry and barren soil in Mikhail's heart.

The tomb buried in his heart was destroyed, revealing the peaceful sleeping face of his beloved in the coffin.Let this man who has been waiting for his dead wife for many years immediately ignore him and leave everything behind to meet the person in the photo.

How many calculations and conspiracies are hidden behind this, Mikhail has no time to take care of it.Perhaps the function of the ring was to delay his arrival in Yokohama, so that the distraught Russian man could arrive at the place arranged by the person behind the scenes at the right time.

But he didn't want to think about it at all, as if a demon had placed the bait before his eyes.Except for an important thing within reach, all other disturbances will be completely ignored.

Perhaps his beloved wife did not really die.

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It has been nearly half a day since Mikhail learned the information.

The police are still helpless with the bomb strapped to Osamu Dazai, and the comatose young man has also been diagnosed as having inhaled an overdose of drugs. It may take a lot of time to wake up through the body's natural metabolism.

Fyodor, who was originally searching for the old city, disappeared without leaving any traces.After questioning the little girl who had never realized that she was in deep danger until now, she reluctantly came to the conclusion that the young man went alone to meet the murderer behind the scenes.

The only thing that can threaten Fyodor is the content related to Osamu Dazai.

However, the prisoner obviously possesses extremely strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities, and can even easily commit crimes in front of Yusaku Kudo.No matter how much this speculative novelist, who is well-known all over the world, speculates, there is so little information available, he still has no way of knowing the location of the other party.

After all, today's mysteries can be described as one after another.

According to the news returned by Kudo Shinichi, the police had already locked the true identity of the mysterious inviter, but there was no such person in the database after a thorough investigation.Just as it was impossible to find Dazai Osamu's relatives who were abandoned in the orphanage at the beginning, until now, the information about that woman is still blank.

There is a high probability that she is Osamu Dazai's biological mother, but the other party denies this guess and focuses on Mikhail.

The only truth is so absurd that even Yusaku Kudo dare not judge easily.Similarly, Mori Kogoro also considered this aspect, but soon gave up his guess because of Fyodor's completely un-hybrid appearance.

How could it be possible for Mikhail's wife to have the same appearance as Dazai Osamu's child?Then, isn't there a blood relationship between her and Osamu Dazai that anyone with a discerning eye can see?

If this is the case, then this pair of lovers who finally had the courage to confess their relationship to their family...

It is the forbidden fruit that violates ethics and morality.

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In that overly quiet amusement park, the countdown sound of the countdown came from unknown when.

The tunes played when the seemingly brisk and lively amusement facilities are running, seem a bit ethereal at the moment.The bright paint on the merry-go-round was peeling off in pieces, exposing the rusted interior underneath.

Even this seemingly normal carousel was transformed from an abandoned facility that was found from nowhere.

That's right, this is the scene that matches the mourning dress of the woman, rather than the scene with a childlike tune resounding in the treacherous environment.

As if everything around her should be like this, following her to death.

3 minutes, even a song of normal length cannot be enjoyed, and this may be the last period of Fyodor's life.

The pain from the mandible became more and more clear, and the young man could even hear the sour and piercing screams from the overwhelmed bones.His entire field of vision was occupied by the woman's face that was exactly the same as his lover's, and through the thin layer of black veil hanging from the top of his head, all he could see was the endless anger in those iris pupils.

However, her expression looked like she was crying.

In the next moment, a look of surprise appeared on the woman's face, and even the hand that was tightly holding Fyodor's chin relaxed because of this.

Even if he didn't know what caused the woman to show such an expression, the young man would not let go of this opportunity.He withdrew abruptly, swung his titular mother's arm away, and stared at her solemnly.

Even if his life is about to come to an end, he doesn't want to make this person who dared to hurt her lover feel better in the end.

However, before he could do anything, gunshots resounded in this too-empty amusement park, startling a few crows that were sitting on dry branches.

Fyodor's expression was frozen at a daze, and the pain of being torn flesh and blood spread along the nerve endings to his limbs and bones, making him even lose the ability to stand for a while.He tightly clutched his abdomen that was pierced by bullets, and he couldn't even dodge the wound while falling, he could only embrace the hard, dusty ground heavily.

Careless, even if he knew that the woman really wanted to kill himself, he never expected that the other party would shoot at this moment.

Obviously, if he waits for more than two minutes, he will be buried in the sea of ​​flames, so there is no need to do anything extra...

His vision gradually blurred, Fyodor coughed out a mouthful of blood foam, raised his head tremblingly, and looked at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him not far away.

He saw someone who should not have appeared in this figure.

He was dressed in the simplest black suit pants and a white shirt. The man whose face was exactly the same as his had pale cheeks, and his excessively long hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat.He tightly embraced the woman whose expression had returned to his indifferent expression, with such strength that he seemed to want to rub her into his flesh and blood, his face was full of joy of finding a lost treasure.

She was alive, his wife was alive.

Mikhail eagerly lifted the black tulle hanging from the top of the other party's head, and gazed greedily at his wife's facial features, wanting to firmly engrave her face deep in his heart so that he would not forget it with the passage of time.

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, unwilling to meet her husband who had been away for 18 years.She raised her right hand clenched tightly to the pistol slowly, and when Mikhail wasn't paying attention, she touched the opponent's thigh.

She is fully awake.

Mikhail was no longer the person who made him sink, and there was no trace of that person in everything that constituted him.

The devil, how could it be the creature in front of him who was dazzled by love?

It's so absurd that it makes people laugh.

"Father..." Blood had already soaked his clothes, and the young man who was shot saw this scene.With a hoarse voice, he called Mikhail weakly, trying to remind him.

The woman had made it very clear that she was indeed in love with someone, but it would never be Mikhail today.So he had no doubts about whether the other party would shoot.

No, it would be better to talk about the current situation, my father would definitely choose to stop the bombs in the amusement park without hesitation, and let Osamu Dazai die.

It is absolutely impossible for him to let that woman die.

What should I do...

However, Mikhail didn't give him the slightest attention, as if the young man who was about to die in front of him was not his own son, but just an insignificant stranger.

He greedily absorbed the temperature of his wife who had been away for more than ten years, and unknowingly, tears wet the woman's shoulders wrapped in black mourning clothes, smearing a deeper color.

She sighed softly, without any hesitation in her actions, and let her slender fingers pull the trigger.

The flashing muzzle of the gun finally deviated a little.

There was a stabbing pain in his ankle, and Mikhail's expression froze.Pandora's Actor, who was in the form of a woman, pushed the man away, with a cold expression mixed with a bit of soul-deep exhaustion.

She glanced at the giant electronic display at the top of the carousel, which counted down the time until the explosion.Every beat of the bright red number made Fyodor's heart tighten, but the woman didn't show too much emotion about it.

Among the three people present, only Fyodor, who had not fully inherited his power, would really die.

So she doesn't worry about anything.

"You are not him." Pandora's Actor lowered her head, carefully observing Mikhail's face that was exactly the same as that of the person he really loved deeply.

In the end, he who was still dressed as a woman just shook his head and came to this conclusion.

To what extent did he deceive himself before, so that he could spend so many reincarnations guarding such a man who has no resemblance to the real devil except for his appearance?

It was too late for him to wake up.

This shot can explain a lot of things.

For example, Mikhail finally realized that his wife did not have the same feelings as him, and even her appearance could explain many problems.

For example, her postpartum death was also faked, the corpse was faked, and she left herself voluntarily in such an extreme way.The so-called friend who suddenly appeared after that was most likely also disguised by his "dead" wife.

Everything was a lie, the person she loved from beginning to end was never herself.

The bright red countdown on the electronic display was passing by rapidly, even Mikhail, who was fully focused on his resurrected wife, realized what the string of numbers with only 2 minutes left represented.

They will probably die here together today.

The man's blank expression was quickly taken over by sadness. Even though he couldn't stand up due to the pain in his ankle, he still held on to Pandora's Actor's wrist that was holding the pistol tightly, and he never let go.

Even Mikhail himself didn't know it, his eyes revealed a constant surge of madness, so he kept tightening the force on his fingertips, and squeezed his wife's wrist until it was blue and white.

"Can't you stay in this world for me?" He asked hoarsely, but what he got was a too indifferent response from his loved one.

"I am tired."

Pandora's Actor replied so.

Until now, he has been very considerate and has not lifted his mimicry, and still appears in front of him with Mikhail's familiar face.At least in this regard, let's take a little care of this man who has stood by his dead wife for more than ten years.

Even if he is no longer the one he really loves.

"If it was that person, I would gladly accept such a request. Because he can no longer make me feel lonely, so that I can find the meaning of living."

Pandora's Actor sighed again, his fingertips had already become stiff and blue due to the lack of blood circulation for a long time.The pistol, which was still warm, fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

With his free left hand, he lightly covered the back of Mikhail's veined hand, and forcefully pushed Mikhail away with his fingers, even refusing to give him a direct look, and explained to himself: "It's amazing, isn't it?" , it was clear that we were immortal enemies in the earliest days, but after losing the need to be hostile, we were able to come together logically."

Mikhail, who had already fallen into a state of panic, struggled to chew the words of his loved one, and soon understood who the other person was talking about.

It was her fiancé who died unexpectedly long ago.

After mimicking Pandora's Actor, the facial features are softer than usual.The depths of his equally gentle eyes were smudged with nostalgia, and some overly heavy love was revealed, which made this person who had endured countless years with his own obsession reveal that he wanted to hug The weariness of death.

But he can't fall asleep yet, at least he can't let this world that continues the long-cherished wish of his loved one be destroyed.

The corners of Pandora's mouth curled slightly, and she whispered the reason why they fell in love, "Because people who can see the same scenery, there is only each other in this world."

They are the same kind of people who abandoned their positions and prejudices and finally came together after that.Originally destined to be a lonely existence, he met the other half who was enough to fill the vacancy in his heart.

After no longer having to be hostile, lonely people can finally hug each other for warmth.

So he will never give up easily. After truly experiencing what happiness is, even an existence like Osamu Dazai will give everything to keep this emotion.

Warm tears ran across the cheeks of the pale-skinned man, leaving a tear trail on his face.Mikhail saw an expression on his wife's face that he had never had before, and he naturally understood how much weight that rival in love he could never match had in the heart of his loved one.

He didn't hide his crying expression, choked up and murmured: "Am I not qualified...?"

Except for that overly passionate feeling, the current Mikhail doesn't have any part left by that person.

Pandora's Actor turned her head away, unable to bear to see the man's miserable and humble appearance.Once he wakes up, he can really feel that Mikhail is just a stranger in his lover's skin.

Don't even think about it, that's a devil who can play with the world between applause, how could he show such feelings?

"Your expression is ridiculous." He sneered mercilessly, with contempt in his tone, turned his back and walked into the distance.

Fyodor, who was shot in the abdomen, had already fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss. Even if the bomb buried here was stopped after more than a minute, he would soon die of excessive blood loss and shock.

It's too late to call an ambulance now.

But it doesn't matter, because in the plan, the real Fyodor would have died in the explosion, and he would replace his identity.

What's more, he didn't like that kid who stole his lover's name.

"Do you know the Ship of Theseus?" Pandora's Actor looked back indifferently, and asked the only man present who was still awake with no expression on his face.

His wife changed the subject without warning, and Mikhail, who was kneeling on the ground, had a blank expression for a moment.

"A ship that can sail at sea for hundreds of years, as long as a piece of wood decays, it will be replaced with a new one immediately until all parts are replaced." There is not much time left until the countdown to zero for the bomb, Pandora didn't give him the leeway to continue thinking, like a stranger casually asking a philosophical question, he circled back to Mikhail.

He deliberately lowered his voice, and asked with a mocking expression: "Then is this ship still the original ship?"

At that moment, the problem that had troubled Mikhail for more than ten years was finally resolved.There is a reasonable explanation for his inexplicable love for his wife and his memory that has gradually faded over the years.

He is the ship of Theseus.

And the fiancé whom the wife really loved, who died unexpectedly, was the original self without any repairs or replacement of any parts.

"I see."

The bitterness spreading from the base of his tongue made the man's expression very fragile. The more he learned the truth, the more powerless he would feel about the status quo.

Is it still the original Ship of Theseus when every single log of the ship has been replaced?

No matter how philosophers understand it, in the eyes of his wife, it is obvious that he is no longer the person she loved in the first place.

"I'm the brand new one after being replaced." Mikhail's tone was very blunt, and a heartbreaking smile finally appeared on his cheeks.

"Thank you for your quick understanding. Although he is completely different from the original him in every aspect, at least his thinking ability has not degraded much." Pandora's Actor also replied with a smile, the crisp sound of high heels touching the concrete floor The merry-go-round horse gradually slowed down, under the cover of the background sound, it seemed so inaudible.

He hesitated for a while, staring at Mikhail's tear-stained face with a look of disgust.

"Let's put it this way, except for that face, the part of you that belongs to him has long since disappeared."

The woman dressed as a widow shook her head, straightened out the black veil hanging from the brim of her hat, and explained earnestly as the final villain explained his ideas before the final battle: "Now the elements that make up you are just stored in It’s just a beautified memory in my mind.”

Mikhail fell silent.

If it is said that he no longer has the original wood of the ship of Theseus, it means that his personality, habits, and preferences are all filled by his wife, and none of them were originally owned by him.

He is a person constructed entirely from memories, bringing together all the good impressions left by his wives on his loved ones, and in this way, he is mixed and mixed to create the final him.

"In the final analysis, I'm just a substitute." Mikhail's purple-red eyes, which were soaked in water mist, lost their last luster.

He slowly stroked his beating heart, as if every beat of that organ would cause him a new round of pain.

"No, even substitution is not enough, and even my existence is nothing more than your memory of that person." The man didn't intend to wait for the answer from his wife who had loved him for many years, so he denied himself.

Pain and sourness were mixed, occupying his internal organs, and every breath was like a blade cutting through his lungs, making Mikhail's condition worse and worse.

How will he continue to survive after learning the truth?

"You are the most perfect lover I've ever created." Pandora's Actor walked up to the man again, knelt down on one knee like giving alms, and whispered the final verdict.

"Not the one I really love."

Mikhail is a newborn individual who gathers all his preferences and tailor-made an excellent lover for himself, but he will never be the one who becomes Pandora's true partner.

Devil, Fyodor.

"Look, you don't even remember my name." He tilted his head, and the curly hair that was too long in the mimic state swept past the man's ear, as if staying here deliberately.

The countdown is about to reach zero, and the speed of the carousel tends to zero.In the last three seconds, Fyodor, who had fallen to the ground and was in shock, pretended to be a dead body without any warning, and answered the question instead of his "father".

He came to the woman's side at some point, bent down and hugged her waist, and whispered softly, "Shuji Tsushima."

It wasn't written in the script.

"..."

Shuji Tsushima, who was wearing a widow's attire, froze when the sensitive point was hit critically without warning, and then completely limp in the opponent's arms due to the moist touch from the earlobe.

Mikhail, the bionic man in front of him, had a frozen expression, watching his son flirt with his wife "with his eyes".

Fyodor simply gave up on manipulating the android.

"Wait, is there such a line in the line? Uhhhhhhh──!!" The drama suddenly NG, and Shuji Tsushima, who was out of the play, began to raise his voice strangely.However, in the next second, a violent explosion from the bottom of the carousel directly overturned the two of them, and they were thrown into the air under the violent shock wave.

In this way, the fake bomb on Osamu Dazai's side will not detonate.

"Wow! It's just such a big scene, Fei Jia, you're actually NG!" Shuji Tsushima, who was hovering in mid-air, was stabilized by a supernatural bat that appeared at an unknown time, staring at the raging sea of ​​flames in front of him. , screaming and screaming, he began to complain to his lover.

"Ah."

Fyodor just rubbed his head reassuringly, without explaining much.

Shuji Tsushima was naturally keenly aware of this emotional change in his lover.He blinked thoughtfully, seeing that Fyodor's expression hadn't changed too much, and then he buried his head in the other's neck, and asked with the scorching fire behind his back: "Could it be that you were uncomfortable by this scene?" arrive?"

Fyodor, who began to control the group of demons to descend slowly, nodded seemingly casually.

"maybe."

"It's really rare." The curly-haired young man pouted, and with a subtle expression, he tried hard to squeeze into his lover's arms a little tighter, "But don't worry, the script is just a script, we are us, and we won't really get to this point."

His family's salted fish mouse will worry about things in strange places.

In the worst case, I should urge Ango more and let the other party get the marriage certificate earlier, so that someone should feel at ease.