Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The violent explosion did not last long, but in an instant, it destroyed the playground that had been under construction for many years.

In the exact same location as Leibo Street, the calculated amount of explosives is enough to reproduce a huge pothole of the same scope in an instant.Even the skeleton village that was copied was not affected, and it still stood firmly around the pothole.

Except that the surrounding environment is different from Bungo Stray Dogs, in this way, most of the patches on Leibo Street have been completed.

The scorching wave kissed the man's skin, drying up some of the water stains on his cheeks, leaving only a few light tears here and there.His whole body was wrapped in flames, and his thin figure was quickly engulfed by billowing thick smoke, completely disappearing.

He couldn't perceive anything, and even his thoughts were so confused that he couldn't find the point. Only the fragments of getting along with his wife in the deep memory of his mind flashed rapidly.Like the old film dug out from the depths of the dusty heart, it has already withered and turned yellow. Even a light touch with a fingertip will turn the decayed and weathered film into dust.

Mikhail understands that his memory has been manipulated.And the person who caused all this was his only beloved...wife.

As she said, it is ridiculous that she can't even remember the name of the person she loves.

For some reason, the man's body didn't seem to be affected by any explosions.Whether it was the violent shock wave at that moment, or the tongue of flames wrapped in blazing temperature, at the moment of the explosion, they all avoided Mikhail.

In a trance, there seemed to be some dark bats flashing past, building a barrier invisible to the naked eye.

For Mikhail, the only person he really loves is his wife.

Even Fyodor, whom he had raised for 18 years, was nothing more than a relic left after the death of a loved one.

He knew that his so-called "son" would never survive the explosion, and at such a close distance, he didn't even dare to imagine a whole body.

But it didn't matter, his wife showed disgusted feelings towards Fyodor.Even if the reason is unknown, Mikhail can easily abandon the child who has been raised for 18 years, as long as it makes his wife happy...

Anyway, that child has no blood relationship with the person he loves, even if he takes Fyodor's life with his own hands, it doesn't matter.

At least in essence, Mikhail has always been a cold-blooded person.

In the script, the young man who lost too much blood due to a gunshot wound has already fallen into shock.At the moment when the explosion happened, he couldn't take any effective protective measures at all. On the way when his consciousness fell into darkness, he completely lost the possibility of waking up again because of the explosion of the oil tank truck buried underground.

What the police could detect in the follow-up was only a small amount of dna attached to the scattered gravel, and even the remains of the corpse could not be found, and even these unwarranted tests would not be carried out.

The reason is also very simple. The only three people at the explosion site, whether they survived or not, have all been found.

Dostoevsky and his son survived by chance, and were soon sent to the nearest hospital for treatment.As for the culprit who caused all this, he had already turned into a mutilated corpse.

No one will know that all this is just an illusion.

The real dead person was Fyodor, whose identity was taken by Pandora's Actor who could easily fake his appearance.As for the scorched black corpse, after DNA testing, it can be confirmed that it is exactly the same as Osamu Dazai.

It's not the mother and the child, but the exact same person, completely confirming the absurd speculation of human cloning.

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Mikhail knelt and sat in the middle of the paradise that was rushing towards destruction, staring blankly at the doomsday-like scene in front of him.He witnessed with his own eyes that his wife who had been resurrected from the dead left again. In the violent shock wave, like a butterfly torn apart by a storm, she was torn into countless pieces without any resistance.

After that, he couldn't know anything.

Several buzzing fire trucks were blocked by the rubble at the edge of the explosion, and countless water jets were submerged in the flames that soared into the sky, trying to extinguish the fire as quickly as possible under such a high temperature environment.

The air also became scorched, and the billowing smoke was not something too clearly visible under the cover of the night.However, against the background of the flames, countless people can still see it with their own eyes.

There was a lack of combustibles in the empty amusement park. The raging fire that dyed half of the sky in Yokohama red was quickly brought under control by the firefighters.

The two foreigners who appeared at the scene did not know whether it was luck or misfortune. The location where they were discovered was surrounded by rubble, so the flames did not spread, and they survived by luck.

Mikhail, who shouldn't be here, looked very dull. No matter how the two anxious old friends asked, he couldn't give any answer.

Apart from a few scrapes all over the man's body, only the gunshot wound on his ankle was slightly serious, and he would recover after more than half a month of recuperation.

However, Fyodor's situation was very bad. Before he could bear the shock wave of the explosion, the young man was shot in the abdomen.If it wasn't too late to send to the hospital for emergency treatment, I'm afraid it would already be a cold corpse by now.

Mori Kogoro looked very serious, he sat quietly on the seat in front of the operating room and waited, any noise could alert this detective who could only get serious when something happened to someone close to him.

In just one day when he came to Yokohama, the incidents he encountered were more serious than any dangers he had encountered in the past when he was a policeman.

He watched the two children who grew up, one of whom was unconscious due to being forced to take too many drugs, and was even almost buried in the collapsed basement during the last period.

If it hadn't been for Oda Sakunosuke's quick reaction, he took the risk of being charged with assaulting the police and snatched the guns of the criminal police next to him, and abruptly interrupted those few with six bullets, even the hydraulic pliers couldn't pinch them off in a short time chains.Osamu Dazai might be one of them lying in the operating room now.

After Fyodor was pierced through the abdomen by the prisoner, it was a miracle that he survived the explosion.Even if the operation can be successful, it is hard to say whether the child can persist in the future...

He didn't want to attend the funeral of the younger generation, let alone the only son of his old friend Mikhail.

The Russian with a frozen face has been running the small cafe downstairs for more than ten years, and he has a close friendship with Kogoro Mori.

Mikhail himself seems to have a lot of money, but he never shows it.The man's life is extremely dull, and he conscientiously manages the Poirot Café, which does not make much money, because it is the wish of his late wife.

Why did such a person turn into such a hollow appearance as if his soul had left his body?

He didn't even care about his seriously injured son, and completely closed himself off.Could it be that Mikhail suffered a blow that even he couldn't bear when he was in the amusement park?Or are there other factors that caused the current situation?

At least one thing is certain, Mikhail's current state is not to mention assisting the police in the investigation, he may even have to seek the help of a psychiatrist, so that he can barely return to normal.

The situation is too bad now. The successive accidents have led to the shortage of local police in Yokohama. Just the collapsed abandoned clinic and the amusement park that has just experienced an explosion are enough to consume a lot of manpower and material resources.

Because Odasaku snatched the police pistol, he was temporarily taken to the police station accompanied by Kudo Yusaku, and Fei Yingli also went to the hotel to accompany Xiaolan.Kogoro Mori was the only one who could wait for Fyodor in front of the operating room.

Slightly hurried footsteps came from far to near in the empty corridor, and the voice-activated lights above the head lit up one by one with this sound, and the light of the incandescent lamp barely dispelled the cold feeling that belonged to the hospital alone.

The red-haired man with a cold face approached together with a speculative novelist wearing glasses. The atmosphere lingering around him was very solemn, and then he stopped in front of the door of the operating room.

Mori Kogoro didn't expect Oda Sakunosuke to come back so quickly.

Seizing the police's gun and exhausting all the bullets directly in front of the policeman, the circumstances are serious enough to be sentenced to prison.Even if his purpose was to save people in an emergency and failed to injure anyone present, it would take a lot of time for the police to go through procedures to release people.

"How's it going?"

Cold sweat slipped from the tense Mouri Kogoro's forehead at some point, even though he knew that this Oda Sakunosuke, who he hadn't had much contact with, was extremely lacking in facial expressions, he still couldn't help but want to see something from the other's expression. What.

As a former criminal policeman, he is very clear about the police process, and it is usually impossible to come back so early.

In view of the fact that the new neighbor is not good at words, or that it is difficult to find the point of what he said, Kudo Yusaku, who is still a young man in terms of age, replied on behalf of the other party: "After all, the situation is urgent, Oda Mr. Oda’s behavior is justifiable, and the police do not intend to pursue it. When I went to the police station, I was only questioned about Mr. Oda’s occupation, and wanted to know why he has such good marksmanship and why he dismantled bombs.”

After all, in this incident, I am afraid that the prisoner also tampered with the chains, and the police who failed to break the chains that bound Osamu Dazai in the first place should bear most of the responsibility.

If it wasn't for Oda Sakunosuke's timely response, Osamu Dazai would have become a corpse under the ruins now, instead of being unconscious like now, but his life was not in danger.

"I said it was a junior high school teacher, but no one believed it." The red-haired man's expression didn't fluctuate at all, and his tone didn't mean to be joking at all, as if he was answering very seriously.

In fact, this is what Odasaku really thought.

Today, his novels are still in the writing stage, so calling him a novelist is too arrogant.After breaking away from the port mafia, his new job is a physical education teacher, and he just tells the truth.

Probably having some understanding of the character of the red-haired man in front of him who looked old but was not much older than Osamu Dazai, Mori Kogoro rubbed his forehead somewhat tiredly.If it weren't for the inappropriate current situation, he really wanted to complain.

"No one would believe this kind of situation, anyway, it's too messy. In such a narrow environment, shooting casually will lead to extremely serious consequences." The man sighed too long and reminded aloud .

He knew that the situation was critical at that time, and if Oda Sakunosuke hadn't made this choice, Osamu Dazai would have died.

But that doesn't mean it should be praised.

After understanding this, Odasaku tried to organize his words, trying to make Mori Kogoro feel at ease.However, as usual, he didn't express himself very well, what he said was far from what he thought in his heart, "If you are worried about bouncing and hurting people, you don't need it, I have it all." Pass."

Mori Kogoro stared at him suspiciously, "Can you even calculate the trajectory?"

At least in the matter of life and death, this serious detective didn't want to hear the other party's blunt answer, for fear that it would lead to a catastrophe in the future, so he could only question the other party's strength in this way.

For things like marksmanship, even a trained policeman cannot guarantee a perfect hit, let alone a ricochet that hits a wall.

Bullets don't have eyes, and luck once doesn't mean it will happen every time. Odasaku was very lucky to not hurt anyone this time.How can it be possible to calculate the rebound path of six consecutive bullets with only human beings?

However, what Mori Kogoro didn't expect was that the other party actually nodded expressionlessly, and there was no discomfort in his eyes, which meant that he was absolutely not lying.

"Yes." Oda Sakunosuke answered seriously.

"..."

Mouri Kogoro didn't know what to say for a moment and fell silent.

"All in all, Mr. Oda has no problem here." Yusaku Kudo coughed lightly, interrupting the inexplicable stalemate between the two, staring at the back of Oda with unclear eyes through the thick glasses, " After that, the police station in Yokohama seems to have received a call from above, saying that they are not allowed to pursue the case..."

Mori Kogoro frowned, his expression also became subtle, and he said in a low voice, "This feeling...is very similar to the style of the police."

Japan's National Police Agency and the Metropolitan Police Agency are completely different systems. The criminal police he served in the past was under the Metropolitan Police Agency, and the public security was on the side of the Metropolitan Police Agency. It was more like a spy.The subtle contradiction between the two parties has existed for many years. Even he, who has not been a criminal police officer for a long time, has a bad impression of the police.

Could it be that the young man who looks sophisticated is someone from the police?

Before he could ask, Yusaku Kudo, who also had doubts about it, asked first, "Mr. Oda used to be from the government?"

However, in fact, his past occupation was not from the government, and even Sakunosuke Oda, who could be said to be the opposite, was silent.

The identity of the mafia is not something that cannot be said in the Wenye world. The question here is the Conan world where detectives are the protagonists. Even legally existing underworld content rarely appears, so it is difficult for him to answer his previous occupation.

There was really no way to hide it through lies, so Oda Sakunosuke simply refused to answer: "I don't really want to mention my previous occupation."

"Sorry." It seemed that he was not surprised by the other party's reaction, Yusaku Kudo apologized solemnly.

"Fyodor's kid knows, right? Otherwise, he wouldn't let you follow Osamu Dazai at ease." Mori Kogoro, leaning on the back of the plastic chair, showed a bit of displeasure, as if he believed that Oda Saku was The people from the public security side had mixed emotions for a while.

"Yeah." Oda Sakunosuke didn't admit his identity, but only revealed that Fyodor also knew about his past occupation, "I'm sorry that I lost the sniper."

Although such a development was entirely arranged by the directors, the fundamental reason why I failed to catch the sniper was also because of the bomb that Fyodor maliciously placed.Even so, the red-haired man was still apologizing earnestly, as if he really felt guilty about it.

Mori Kogoro glanced at him, seeing that the other party seemed to be burdened with the emotion called guilt because of this, he changed the subject: "No, this is probably part of the prisoner's scheme, he deliberately wants to transfer you away. "

All of them have been played around and no one can be blamed alone.

Oda Sakunosuke blinked innocently, and just as Mori Kogoro finished speaking, he said without warning, "I'm going to see Dazai."

Such a turning point was too abrupt, as if someone had summoned him, giving people a sense of impatience.

Mori Kogoro was rendered speechless by his reaction, hesitant to speak, and was unable to say anything in the end.

"Excuse me, Mr. Oda." Kudo Yusaku patted his new neighbor on the shoulder and responded.

It just so happens that he also has some matters, and he needs to talk to Kogoro Mori who is still very reliable when he is serious.

It was getting late now, and the corridor on the floor where the operating room was located was silent again, and there were no nurses coming and going.Yusaku Kudo took a deep breath, looked extremely serious, and said in a low voice, "For some reason, Mikhail, who was supposed to stay in Mihua Town, also appeared at the scene of the explosion, but the prisoner was nowhere to be seen."

This can be regarded as a simple exchange of information between the two after they split up not long ago, which will allow them to straighten out the chaotic incident and find out the truth behind it.

However, the more clues are obtained, the more the truth of the incident seems to be shrouded in thick fog, making it impossible for people to touch easily.

"I just talked to Dr. Sen on the phone. He said that Mikhail decided not to come this morning because he received a relic from his wife that had been lost for more than ten years. I'm afraid it was also sent by the prisoner this time." .”

Mori Kogoro also lowered his voice. The consequence of the corridor being too empty is that any noise they make is likely to echo.If you want not to be noticed by more people, you can only keep your movements as quiet as possible.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and showed the content of Dr. Feng Sen's follow-up email with additional details, "Then, after receiving an email, he rushed here immediately."

"It seems to be the photo sent by Yukiko." Yusaku Kudo pushed up his glasses, and quickly linked these events together.

"Is that kid Dazai's biological mother? It's not wrong just by looking at her appearance, but Mikhail's behavior is very strange. Is there another possibility?"

Recalling the photo that was sent to him after a few hands, Mori Kogoro pondered, wondering why the face of the woman in the photo was exactly the same as Dazai Osamu.

After all, Mikhail is an old acquaintance with him. The Russian looks very gentle on the surface, and acts very calmly. He can make him discard all this part of his character...

Only his deceased wife.

And his wife is also Japanese.

"...This is such a chaotic development." Shocked by his own chaotic thoughts, Mori Kogoro rubbed his forehead fiercely, his expression gradually becoming terrified, "Could those two children be brothers? Bar?"

Yusaku Kudo sighed, and did not completely deny this speculation, but murmured in a low voice, "I hope not."

"But it doesn't make sense. If the prisoner is really that woman, she should be Osamu Dazai's mother and Fyodor's at the same time... Is it true that a mother would kill her child ruthlessly?" Mori Kogoro was eagerly looking for a basis to deny this speculation, and at some point, his clothes were already soaked.

This kind of development is really too terrifying, far beyond the acceptance level of everyone present.

If this is the case, what is the future of the two children?

"What's more, I couldn't find her at the scene. I don't know whether to leave before the explosion, or just die like this." Kudo Yusaku also felt the exhaustion that swept up from his heart. He took off his glasses, rubbed Rubbing his temples, he looked up at the flickering incandescent lamp above his head.

Even he has never encountered such a chaotic case, let alone the victim is someone close to him, which makes the mystery novelist feel tired and uneasy.

"The police have contacted and said that broken human tissues are suspected to be found in the ruins. It is hard to say whether it is her."

The man slowly leaned back on the back of the chair, sighed and said softly: "And the dinner party at Mellas' side is reported to be going on normally."

"At this time?"

Mori Kogoro wondered, "That woman is the inviter. Could it be that she's really planning to pretend she's okay, and just go to the company's opening ceremony dinner not long after the explosion...ah."

The man gradually silenced, his face pale.

Since the other party dared to continue at this time, it showed that this dinner had to be held for a reason.For a normal company, when encountering such a sudden and serious accident, they will definitely find a way to avoid it.

In other words, there is a great possibility that the prisoner will appear at the banquet in the near future.

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At the same time, Oda Sakunosuke, who was accompanying Osamu Dazai in front of the hospital bed, silently opened the chat panel.

【House of Mille-feuille】

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Ask!What would the Rogue faction be without Oda Sakunosuke?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Ah, this is not a 3-1=0 problem, it is another aspect.

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: not a patient group, but a patient group. [Calm down and drink tea.jpg]

Another spicy curry: Well, the two of you are really lively.

You don’t have to sleep and you don’t have to get up: Don’t worry about Dazai-kun, I don’t have this kind of personality, why do I say I am a patient?

Another spicy curry: Didn’t Ango watch it?

No need to get up without sleep: Gut feeling is not a good thing…

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: It's a pity, Anwu, don't you really want to watch it? !

Kind Russian rice balls: [Seven Deadly Sins Meeting Jun Fukuyama & Mamoru Miyano Showdown.avi]

Kind Russian rice balls: here.

You don’t have to wake up without going to bed: Do you mean voice actors?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: That's right!

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: Speaking of Fei Jia, why are you so cooperative today? Don't you always have little interest in these things?

Well-intentioned Russian Rice Balls: Because of boredom.

Another spicy curry: Is a gunshot wound okay?

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: Only I don’t want to be cared about by you, Mr. Oda. [Drink tea alone.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: Fully conscious, how does it feel to watch the doctor operate on you?

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: blocked, I can't feel it.So come play cards?