Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

In the afternoon, the warm sun shone through the glass windows and scattered in the clean white ward filled with the smell of disinfectant.The carnations placed by the window faintly showed a withered posture, but its elegant floral fragrance has not dissipated, and gradually spread with the breeze.

Shuji Tsushima's chewing of snacks did not know when to stop. The consequence of eating too much messy food is to feel burnt stomach, but the administrator account can very well avoid this trouble.

With a chocolate bar in his mouth, he stopped rocking back and forth on the rocking chair without warning.Then he half straightened up, staring at "Fyodor" on the hospital bed who was on the life support of the ventilator, with a thoughtful expression.

"What are you thinking?" The Russian youth who noticed his lover's behavior also sat up and asked in a flat tone.

Shuji Tsushima, who was asked, drew his voice in thought for a while, his expression became dull, and he muttered, "I seem to be a little bored recently."

Without those bloody role-playing plays to make adjustments, the daily life of the two is no different from that of ordinary couples.Words and deeds are a little bit crooked, and the atmosphere when getting along has become green and sweet, just like college students who are dating for the first time, carefully exploring each other's bottom line.

The problem is that if they haven't got their marriage certificate yet, the two of them can be regarded as an old couple from the moment they formally communicate.

Suddenly, because of the script, it returned to the original atmosphere, and a certain bandage spirit who was used to eating big fish and meat was fed up, and was unwilling to eat simple food.

What's more, Tsujima Shuji also knows his own type, the kind of calm confrontation that goes straight to the point, he can still maintain a thick skin thicker than the city wall, and start to lose morals crazily.The more innocent we get along with each other, the more unable he is to resist such sweet words from the heart.

Even being hit by a straight ball with too much lethality, the temperature of the cheeks soared, and I was so ashamed that I didn't know how to deal with it.

"Even if it's afternoon tea time, what I smell is the smell of disinfectant water, and I can't even drink a cup of hot black tea." Shuji Tsushima sighed, took out a bottle of black tea in a plastic bottle from the roulette, and said with disgust He unscrewed the bottle cap and complained, "Don't you think it's a little too pitiful?"

There are no freshly baked desserts, but all kinds of puffed food bought in supermarkets.Such an afternoon is not called enjoying afternoon tea at all, it is completely lazy with snacks.

"There's no way around it, after all, that's how the script is arranged."

Wearing Mikhail's attire, but because he was lazy and didn't show his proper temperament, Fyodor took out a bag of dried fruit that was stored in a vacuum bag from his pocket, and asked: "Just a while ago Dried fruit on the roof, do you want it?"

In fact, it doesn't matter where the youth is. Whether it's running the plot conscientiously, or wasting time like crazy like now, Fyodor doesn't have too many thoughts about such days.

Anyway, it's boring no matter what, every day is a day, as long as my self-willed lover who is less than three years old is happy.

A certain curly-haired bandage man sniffed, trying to smell a little fruity aroma in the pungent disinfectant smell.He took the packaging bag that had been unsealed in advance, casually squeezed out a piece of dried cranberry and threw it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "You really can rest assured wherever you are, doesn't it mean that you have been expelled from the rat registration? "

"Even if it's in the sewer, I don't care, but you don't like Xiuzhi, do you?" Fyodor replied indifferently, slowly turning over a page of a newspaper that he didn't know where he got it, and quickly scanned the news on it.

"Thank you so much." Shuji Tsushima pouted, and finally couldn't help yawning.

They have discussed this matter countless times, and neither of them is particularly concerned about the quality of life.

Just looking at the original novel, Osamu Dazai, who jumped from the port mafia, was so poor that he couldn't even eat canned crab meat.Even the dormitory is too small for a single employee, which is completely inferior to the boldness he once ate three canned crab meat in Lupin.

As for Fyodor, let alone, the strongholds in several appearances were like sewers, and there were even mice passing by.When disguised as a little policeman to stab Mori Ogai, he can safely put his clothes in the glove box that has accumulated a lot of dust, obviously he doesn't care about the dirt.

That is to say, they will think more about it after they are officially together.In order to make life more comfortable, they finally cared about their quality of life, and even deliberately added a little sense of ritual.

For example, the glass greenhouse that Mikhail built for his dead wife used to be something that none of them would do, but now they enjoy the afternoon tea time spent in it.

The young man smacked his lips, threw the half-drinked black tea drink to his lover, and stretched, "School will start soon... I should also prepare to enter the entertainment industry!"

"Very happy?" Fyodor, who took the drink bottle, didn't mind the so-called indirect kissing, and said casually, taking a sip of black tea.

Even if Shuji Tsushima has found the meaning of living now, and the haze deep in his eyes is dispelled by the emotion called happiness, it is rare for him to show such expectant eyes.

"Not really, it's just that I haven't tried serious acting before, so I'm looking forward to it." He pondered for a while, thought about his daily life in the future, and explained, "In the original work, the little tiger guessed that I was As an actor, I really want to become an actor now, and I have a subtle feeling that I can't describe."

He is very confident in his face, and he is also very confident in his acting skills. Coupled with the support of various top resources, he doesn't have to worry about popularity at all.

Fyodor blinked, but his tone was too plain but mixed with some teasing, "Then I will count how many directors will be killed by you."

With Shuji Tsushima's level of troublemaking, there are not many people who can stand his torment, and it is not known whether the person who will be harmed next will have the skill of his partner.

"It's a pity—according to the character design of Osamu Dazai in the script, I will work diligently to complete the work of an actor, so I won't act recklessly." The curly-haired youth raised his voice and laughed strangely, stretching out a finger and dangling in the air Shake, "And I plan to use Mamo's name as my stage name."

After all, there are still writers in the world of Conan. Whether he uses his real name in the script or various pseudonyms related to writers, he will inevitably be suspected of rubbish.

The only unaffected name is his voice actor, Mamoru Miyano.

"En." Fyodor nodded, his expression seemed perfunctory, but in fact he listened carefully to every word of his lover, "I probably guessed it."

He took out his laptop from the backpack placed on the side of the rocking chair, as if preparing to work seriously.

The side of the young man with pale complexion approached someone's hairy head at some point.

He gnawed on the dried fruit, frowned and stared at the photos of letters in Russian written in wild cursive script all over the screen, and finally gave up trying to read the handwriting, and asked directly, "Fei Jia, where are you?"

This kind of Russian cursive looks like scribbled circles, and even for him, it takes a lot of effort to identify it.

Knowing that after someone sees what's on their computer screen, they're completely lazy to bother.Fyodor freed up a hand and rubbed his lover's curly hair, which felt good in his hand, and then patted his forehead lightly, successfully getting a strange cry of dissatisfaction from Shuji Tsushima.

He sighed, and explained softly: "For the time being, the arrangements have been completed, but after returning home, you have to pick up the tomahawk, and the body number is under the supervision of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, so it will be more troublesome to deal with the matter here. .It seems that we can only use Mikhail's identity to solve it."

"Not willing?" Sensing the exhaustion in his lover's tone, Shuji Tsushima rubbed his cheek and asked.

"The person I controlled before has climbed to a high enough position, supporting a puppet is much easier than letting me parachute with a brand new false identity."

The temperature coming from the side of his face made the young man feel a little uncomfortable, especially the itching from the hair tip sliding across his cheek, which made it difficult for him to hold his expression.

Fyodor could only helplessly push his lover's face away a little, and said calmly, "It's just that the organization is too powerful, and it would be troublesome to completely control it, so it's good to let others handle everything for me."

"I didn't have much interest at first, did I?" Shuji Tsushima complained in a muffled voice without feeling disgusted by his lover's hands.

Fyodor's attitude towards the Tomahawk is probably the same as Osamu Dazai's attitude towards the position of the head of the port mafia.They all despise trouble and can't avoid it even if they want to, so naturally they don't have much interest.

"For the port mafia, the main sphere of influence is Yokohama. While the city takes root, it is also responsible for maintaining the order of the dark world in this area." He muttered to himself, staring at the computer that kept flashing Inadvertently biting some of the information that he had managed to grow long nails, "But the battle ax..."

"Yes, the sphere of influence is too large, there are many members, and Russia's economy has not been very good. If you really want to be the leader of Tomahawk, there are too many things to worry about." Shuji Tsushima, who has been watching for a long time, looks at himself. He nodded, with a serious look on his face.

The young man suddenly stretched out his hand, patted his lover on the shoulder, and suggested in a very serious tone: "So Fei Jia, go be the president."

"No, this is still free." Fyodor refused immediately.

Taking over the battle ax is equivalent to taking the throne of the king of the dark world in Russia.Of course, in order for the organization to continue to develop, what he needs to work on is definitely something on the national level.

That's why Shuji Tsushima made such a joke.

The curly-haired young man had a regretful expression on his face, as if it was a pity that his boyfriend didn't follow his advice.

"What about the false identity?" He leaned closer to the other party again, and stuffed the unfinished snacks back into Fyodor's coat pocket.

I also mentioned in the previous chat that the identity of someone who is going to mix into the winery is naturally a bottle of fake wine, but the faction he belongs to is not the Red Fang, but the real power behind the dark world organization Tomahawk.

There are too many elements in this role, and it is not easy to establish a stable character, at least to ensure that the truth will not be discovered by the black organization before the plot officially begins.

"After all, there are no supernatural powers in this world. During this period of time, isn't it easy to fabricate a character that never existed through memory?" The documents are complete, as if this is a real person.

"Raskolnikov." Shuji Tsushima stared at the face in the file that was exactly the same as his lover, and slowly read the name of the person next to the photo.

He had known for a long time that the other party would use this name, but he didn't expect that someone would be so stubborn as to use his real face.I thought Fyodor would do a little camouflage anyway, although the winery is full of water, but it can't be so perfunctory, can it?

To be honest, a certain bandage guy just wanted to see his lover change his hairstyle. He kind of missed the braided devil, which matched Pandora's little cherry hairstyle very well.

Probably guessing what Shuji Tsushima was thinking, Fyodor, who didn't want to braid his hair for a while, chose to ignore it.He tapped the screen with his pale fingertips, explaining in a serious tone.

"That's right, this character is already very suitable for the axe, so it wouldn't be unexpected for him to be the real decision-maker behind the tomahawk. It's just that if you want Conan to know this identity, you have to make special arrangements."

Not long after he finished speaking, anxious footsteps came from far to near from the corridor outside the door, and the speed was so fast that it would obviously not be long before they came to their door.

Dressed in a casual attire that was very rare for Mikhail, the young man stood up slowly, and the group of demons under his control cleared away the rocking chairs and other objects that should not have appeared in the ward.

The same is true for Shuji Tsushima. He casually stuffed unfinished snacks and drinks back into the huge space of the roulette. He didn't care about the sudden interruption of the chat, but just muttered casually, "Anyway, it will take four years, then we'll talk about it then."

In just a few breaths, the chaotic scene in the ward was cleaned up, and even the sweet and greasy aroma left in the air disappeared.The two directors who came to visit the patient according to the script sat on the chairs provided by the hospital, not far apart, staring at the sleeping face of the person on the hospital bed for a long time.

The young man who had entered the Mikhail mode had an overly gentle smile on his lips. He bent down slightly and kissed softly on the corner of his lover's lips, slightly satisfying someone's fantasies about bloody scripts.

"The preparations here are almost ready, and you can enter the plot at any time, but before that...it's your role."

Shuji Tsushima chuckled in satisfaction.

The next moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Dazai?" A man dressed in a suit and leather shoes appeared at the door, and he was obviously relieved when he saw Osamu Dazai with a slightly dazed expression.

Whether it is his face or temperament, he is at the level of ordinary people in all aspects.However, after seeing Osamu Dazai at this moment, it was as if he had seen a savior, and finally found the time to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Feeling a little uneasy about the stranger who suddenly appeared in the ward, the young man whose expression was dim because of his lover's long-term coma raised his head slightly, and asked in a timid tone: "I am... May I ask who are you?"

The other party finally tidied up his appearance, pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose, walked up to Osamu Dazai, and introduced himself: "It's the first time we meet, I'm Aomori Meiji who works at Mellors Entertainment Company, it's you broker."

Not waiting for the young man who hadn't recovered to react, Mikhail, who had been silent since the other party entered the door, suddenly stood up and stood in front of Dazai Osamu as a protector.

"Uncle Mikhail?" Dazai Osamu was slightly taken aback, at a loss for the protection from his lover's father.

However, the usually gentle coffee shop owner didn't answer anything, his expression was extremely cold, and he stared unkindly at the man in front of him who was momentarily frightened by his aura.

"Meles?" He repeated the name in an abnormally mocking tone, with an extremely complicated look on his face.

Not long ago, it was the invitation letter from this company that opened the curtain of a series of tragedies in Yokohama.It is also true that he completely lost the person he loved.

The man who claimed to be a manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and explained: "Yes, it is the company signed by Mr. Dazai."

The expression of the young man behind Mikhail gradually changed from bewildered to unbelievable.He panickedly grabbed the arm of the elder he thought he could rely on, and raised his voice uneasily, "How could it be... I lost that contract, and I never signed it!"

Osamu Dazai remembered very clearly that after he was kidnapped, the contract he originally intended to sign disappeared without a trace.However, after he woke up, he wanted to contact Melles to re-sign, but he was strongly opposed by Mori Kogoro and Kudo Yusaku.

Even Fyodor did not want to sign himself until he was seriously injured and unconscious.

The heat from the arm was like a tiny electric current spreading to the whole body, constantly gnawing at Mikhail's sanity.His figure was a little stiff for a while, and he tried his best to suppress the thought of taking the child into his arms for protection, took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Leaving aside other things, Mr. Aomori, you came to my son on purpose. Is it inappropriate to come to Osamu Dazai in my ward?"

Even though he himself doesn't have any father-son friendship with Fyodor, the current situation is unclear, and he has to use this status to drive the man in front of him away, or at least let the other party stand in the wrong position.

He wants to protect Osamu Dazai... a clone of the one he loves.

Aomori was a little speechless for a while, but soon, the sense of responsibility destroyed these trivial embarrassments.He bowed apologetically, but his tone was strong in grammar, and his eyes fell on Osamu Dazai, who looked anxious, "I'm really sorry, but our time here is too urgent, and it will be very troublesome if we don't hear from Mr. Dazai .”

The face of the curly-haired youth turned pale.

His fingertips trembled slightly, because of the inexplicable sense of fear spreading in his heart, his whole voice was tainted with fear, "But I really didn't sign that contract. When I was in Yokohama before, the portfolio should have been It’s right to lose it!”

He didn't write his name at the end of the contract at all, so what's going on with the current situation?

Aomori, who claimed to be his manager, obviously did not expect the young man's reaction. He had to take out his mobile phone from the briefcase he was carrying, and call out a letter that had been in the inbox for many days.

"It's difficult for me to say that. We also notified you by email a few days ago that there is a very important audition today. Originally, the nanny car was waiting in front of your house, but the call to Mr. Dazai has been refused. Then, there is really no way to come here to find you."

The man pointed the phone interface at Mikhail.

Whether it is the sender's mailbox or the content of the letter, it is indeed inseparable from Osamu Dazai.It clearly replied to the message of agreeing to participate in the audition, and the name of Osamu Dazai was also written on the signature.

However, the time was three days ago. Today's youth will never have time to buy a new mobile phone, and it is absolutely impossible to reply to such an email.

"That's it. According to the contract, if Mr. Dazai didn't work voluntarily, we have no right to force you. You also agreed to this movie audition in the email, so we will arrange it."

The original mobile phone was completely lost when he was kidnapped. Osamu Dazai also heard what Kudo Yusaku said later, and only then did he know that his mobile phone was taken away by the prisoner, and now it has been destroyed in the explosion.

He shook his head crazily, inadvertently clenched Mikhail's sleeves tightly, and even had tears in his eyes because he was too flustered, "I really haven't signed it!"

However, as a manager, Aomori only thought it was Dazai Osamu playing a little temper. Since the other party was only a young man over [-] years old, he probably didn't know that the society would not allow his willfulness.

The man rubbed his forehead with a headache, and his tone gradually became serious: "If you can, please don't be willful at this time. If you break the contract, you may not be able to bear the consequences."

"Can I have a look at the contents of that contract?" Realizing that something might have gone wrong, Mikhail frowned and asked a crucial question, "As the child's family."

After all, judging by the other party's performance, it seemed that he was completely sure that Osamu Dazai had signed the contract.

She is probably the only person who can do this.

After finally suppressing his crying, the young man hugged the man's arm tightly as if he had found a reliable shelter from the wind.

"Uncle Mikhail..."

Since he is the lover's father and has approved the relationship between the two, can he be treated like a father?

Aomori pushed his glasses again, concealing the anxiety in his expression, took out a contract in the file bag from his briefcase, and handed it to Mikhail.

"There is no problem with this, because this time, the contract that has been stamped here is supposed to be handed over to Mr. Dazai. It has been sent several times before, but no one has signed for it."

Mikhail, who was acting as a protector, didn't pay attention to the other party's words. He directly turned to the last page of the contract. After seeing the handwriting and fingerprints of Party B's signature column, his expression became more dignified.

He lowered his voice, handed the document to the young man behind him, and asked as if he wanted to confirm something: "Mr. Dazai, is this your handwriting?"

The restless young man slowly approached.

"...very similar." Osamu Dazai clenched his lower lip, reluctantly admitted, and then immediately defended himself: "But I really haven't signed it. After I found Aunt Eri to confirm the contract that day, it didn't take long for me to sign it. I lost consciousness and the contract disappeared."

It's a trap, but the incident in Yokohama is not over.

The touch from the arms made his heart beat more violently. Mikhail didn't know what he was thinking, only that his brain was in chaos.Before he could withdraw from this state, a sentence that had not been considered by the brain broke through the barrier of reason.

"If you don't mind, Dazai-kun, I will protect you."

In a more intimate capacity than elders.