Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

[Private chat with "Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit"]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Pfft, uncle

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Uncle Mikhail!Uncle Fedya!

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: what do you think. [See through eyes.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Nothing, just calling you.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee

The kind Russian rice ball: Xiu Zhi, something is wrong with you.

Kind Russian Rice Ball: If I remember correctly, I am now five months younger than you.

Kind Russian rice ball: As for the original work, I don’t know, but even if I take the maximum value, I’m only seven years older than you, so it’s more appropriate to be called brother, right? [kind smile.jpg]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: No, brother Fei Jia, this way you will have the whole year, hee hee hee hee.

Well-meaning Russian rice balls::)

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: But it's really fun, doesn't Fei Jia think this kind of double stand is very good?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Mikhail's feelings for Pandora were transferred to Dazai Osamu, and Dazai Osamu was completely tied to you in the later reincarnation.Just when Mikhail and Mikhail were about to walk towards Normalend hand in hand, a great demon Pandora descended from the sky, pushing these two miserable characters into the abyss together.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: From this point of view, the cost of the script is really miserable.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: Because the partner ran away with his father, can sheep be herded on his head? [Calm down and drink tea.jpg]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: I don’t know if the matcha-flavored rice balls will be a bit bitter.

Kind Russian rice balls: I don’t know if it’s bitter or not, as long as you want to eat it.

……

The young man named Osamu Dazai rubbed his reddened eye sockets, and his expression began to change constantly under the cover of Mikhail, who was showing a disturbed expression.

He is not an existence with low emotional intelligence, on the contrary, young people have a very keen sense of feelings, and can easily tell whether a person's feelings for him are true or not.

There is no doubt that Mikhail's words are not from the perspective of an elder.In those too short words, many inhuman complex emotions were revealed, which were too taboo for the two of them.

Fyodor is not in a good condition now, and can only rely on a ventilator to barely maintain his life.Even the doctor said that even if he can survive the dangerous period, there is a great possibility that he will sleep for a lifetime in the future.

That is to say, a vegetable.

And under such circumstances, let Mikhail face a child who is exactly the same as his beloved dead wife in terms of personality and appearance, how would he feel?

Not to mention that, genetically, Osamu Dazai is a clone of the man he loves.Except for the difference in personality, it was almost like a new lover tailor-made for him.

The feeling of being forced in his heart made him want to hug the child tightly.

If Fyodor really stayed awake like this, or left this world in a deep sleep, Mikhail didn't think he could let go easily.

Aware of the emotion contained in the elder's words, Dazai Osamu who reacted also took this into consideration, and the fear in his heart continued to grow.

His face was pale, and the hand that was holding Mikhail's arm was released, and he shrank tremblingly in front of his chest, trying to cover up his fear.

"don't want……"

The young man muttered and rejected the proposal from his lover's father, and inadvertently turned his gaze to Fyodor who was unconscious on the hospital bed.Taking advantage of the height difference between the two, he covered his expression with his overly long bangs, shook his head and said, "This is too strange."

Realizing that his display of emotion frightened the child, Mikhail's breath was caught, and he wanted to explain something in a panic, but felt that whatever he said was in vain.

Once this kind of cross-border relationship is known, even if the two of them do not reveal it on the surface, the relationship will no longer be as pure as before.

Osamu Dazai already knew.

"Uncle Mikhail said that because I am Fedya's lover."

The young man pursed his pale lips, forced himself to take a deep breath to calm his chaotic mood, and then refused in a not-so-strong tone: "I'm not so fragile yet."

He didn't want to break the matter up, he could only save the last bit of face while knowing each other well.

Otherwise, it will be each other who will be embarrassed by then.

Mikhail obviously also understood the hidden meaning in Osamu Dazai's words, but he could only frowned apologetically, maintained his extremely stiff facial expression, and replied in a low voice: "Sorry... I shouldn't have said it. the words said."

He shouldn't be unable to restrain himself from revealing that ridiculous emotion, let alone in Fyodor's ward.This kind of behavior completely disregarded his son's face, left the already precarious father-son relationship between the two on the ground, and trampled on it wantonly.

"It's not your fault, Uncle Mikhail." Hearing this, Osamu Dazai just shook his head, with an expression of exhaustion that could not be concealed.

He can fully understand the other party's thoughts, but at the same time he has nothing to do about it.After all, both are victims.

"..."

Mikhail was also silent for a long time, his purple eyes were dim.

Fortunately, he dragged Osamu Dazai to the corner of the ward before the manager from Melles heard their conversation.The actions of the two are separated by a thin layer of simple screen with a cold luster. As long as you search deliberately without being rude, you will not see their every move.

The man took a deep breath and stared at the face of the child in front of him that was exactly the same as his deceased wife for a long time, as if he had made some decision, he said in a very solemn tone: "I have really thought about it these days, your relationship with my wife is too serious. Subtle, but it would be unfair to him to do so."

The heartbeat of the young man lying on the hospital bed was still steady.

"The relationship between Fyodor and me may be the same. He is another me in this world. In terms of identity, he is the most suitable for you." Mikhail withdrew his dim gaze, not very willing to stare at Osamu Dazai turned his head away as if avoiding his red eyes.

"About the forces behind Zhizi, I actually don't know too much. But being able to create two clones of you and Fyodor must not be so easy to solve."

Zhizi, that person's pseudonym is just perfunctory, it's just adding a word commonly used by women after his original name.

"Is it Meles?" Hearing the inner confession of the man who he regarded as his elder, the curly-haired youth murmured slightly startled.

Even though the mental shock was too great, Osamu Dazai still grasped the key point of the conversation.

The real beginning of this tragedy was the invitation letters from Melles. It was hard to say that the person behind the scenes had nothing to do with the organization.Coupled with the contract that Osamu Dazai lost, it further confirmed the connection between the other party and the company.

"Perhaps, this is the greatest possibility." Mikhail replied with his expression returning to seriousness, shaking the contract that had already been signed and stamped in his hand.

Ever since the explosion that day, the man who had been in poor health clenched his already pale fingers.Due to his previous behavior that was slightly out of bounds, he did not dare to touch the young man in front of him easily, for fear of causing discomfort to the other party.

Mikhail opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything for a long time.He seemed to be trying his best to speak, but in the end he just sighed, and said in a very solemn tone, "Listen, Dazai-kun, I still have some assets in Siberia, which have not been used in these years. If I go back and gather together at this time, Should be enough to cover your family's debt."

The feelings in his heart that did not belong to him continued to affect Mikhail, making the man always do many things that were not in line with his personality.

Just like now, he couldn't just watch Osamu Dazai sink into the quagmire.

The young man's breathing paused slightly, and the fear that had been suppressed with difficulty resurfaced on his face.His body trembled involuntarily, and he stepped back inadvertently, but the cold wall stopped him from doing so.

Osamu Dazai trembled, and the uneasiness in those iris-colored eyes was too strong, he asked in a whisper, "Do you need anything from me?"

Realizing that his words frightened the other party again, Mikhail rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"...No, it's just that I left the family property to Fyodor and asked him to pay for your debts. But in the future, you need to work hard in your life, and I can't provide anything more." The man's voice was full of Feeling a little powerless, deliberately showing a look of indifference.

In fact, he felt pain in his heart because of the youth's overly vigilant emotions, and he didn't want Osamu Dazai to treat him with this attitude.

The feelings that were forcibly imposed on him made Mikhail's love for Osamu Dazai irresistible, but because of the relationship between the two, it was absolutely impossible to show it in the slightest.

The man twitched the extremely stiff corners of his mouth, showing an overly bitter smile, as if he was trying to liven up the dull atmosphere, and laughed at himself: "Of course, if you don't mind the coffee I made, you can come to Poirot to find me anytime. "

The young man was silent for a long time, leaning against the corner of the wall with a thin layer of clothing on his back, the too cold touch quickly invaded his body temperature.

After all, there is an age difference of more than 20 years between the two, and Osamu Dazai, who cannot escape, can only shrink in the corner, which makes the oppressive feeling from Mikhail even stronger.

Even if the other party is extremely gentle in both tone and actions.

"No need, I'm going to pay off my debts." The young man took a deep breath to relieve the soreness spreading from his chest, and rejected the other party's kindness in a stiff voice.

Tens of millions is not a small amount, let alone Mikhail's plan is to repay their debts without asking for anything in return.Even without considering the relationship between the two, Osamu Dazai's conscience would not allow him to accept it.

On the other hand, Mikhail also expected the child's rejection, and he was not surprised.It is rare for a man to put his identity as an elder in the open, and his tone is extremely serious, but at the same time it has a coaxing meaning aimed at children.

"Dazai-kun, there must be a solution to this contract. If you didn't fill it out, don't admit it. Be obedient. We adults will take care of it for you. Both Mori and Kudo are trying to find a way, so Leave this to us."

However, no matter how much he tried to persuade him, the determined Osamu Dazai would not listen to him.

The young man lowered his head slowly, and murmured in an overly hoarse and bitter tone, which seemed a bit self-defeating, "Whatever I do, it's all in that person's scheme."

"...Don't say that." Not knowing how to appease the other party's overly depressed mood, Mikhail also felt at a loss for words.

Because Osamu Dazai said the truth.

Perhaps until now, their reactions were also calculated by the woman who had already been wiped out in the explosion.

Even another death is very likely to be left behind by her.

"What's the use? If I'm a clone of that person, even if the handwriting identification program is activated, there will be no results in the end."

Osamu Dazai took the contract from the man, and turned to the last page with a gloomy expression.At the end of the paper exuding a faint fragrance of ink, a bright red fingerprint and a signature that he was very familiar with appeared in the blurred vision.

This unsigned contract finally showed his fingerprints and signature.

The young man held the contract that could change his life, and smiled sadly, "The fingerprints are exactly the same, and if I were to stand in the other party's position, I would definitely use the exact same face to leave evidence. In addition to the fact that clones are beyond ordinary people What I understand is that the only people who know about it are the police besides us.”

"Dazai-kun..." Mikhail murmured the other party's name with a serious face.

The child's performance was too pessimistic, as if at a certain moment, the few lights in his life were completely extinguished.

"It's impossible for them to make this kind of thing public, which means, facing this contract... I can't do anything."

Soon, Dazai Osamu's expression changed from initial bitterness to relief.It seemed that after having to make the worst choice, he found out that the way forward would not cause him too much pain, so he could only comfort himself—that was fine.

Even if his life has been messed up.

"Don't worry, Uncle Mikhail, the contract is very loose. As long as I earn enough money to pay off the debt, I can come back smoothly. I hope that the University of Tokyo will not dislike me for not doing business for so many years."

The young man turned his head slightly, and stared at his sleeping lover on the bed with eyes soaked in water mist, with a touch of sweetness in the depths of his eyes, "No matter what, I want to be with him when Fei Jia also reaches the legal age of marriage." .”

Even if they probably have no future to speak of, even if Fyodor may leave forever during this period, this cannot stop Osamu Dazai from making a choice.

As if it should be like this between them, one fell asleep, and the other waited with obsession.

"..."

Witnessing the scene in front of him, Mikhail finally smiled wryly, and at the same time fully understood that even if the child in front of him was a clone of his wife, there was absolutely no possibility that the object of his love could be changed to him.Just like her.

What that person loves is only a certain existence before him. Even if he has been with him as a substitute for a long time, the dream is just a dream, and there will be a day when he wakes up.

She is like a black butterfly dancing in the world, embracing the last love and obsession, and throwing herself into the raging fire.All that was left to him was to watch her body disintegrate in the explosion, completely cutting off the last trace of illusion.

Mikhail suddenly stretched out his hand, clasped Osamu Dazai's arm tightly, leaned down while the other party was not paying attention, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

It was a kiss without the slightest desire, more like a blessing from a relative than a lover.

Pure and sincere.

There was a warm touch on his cheek, and Osamu Dazai stiffened suddenly after being frightened, like a long-haired black cat with blown fur, with disbelief written all over his face.

"Uncle Mikhail?!" The young man raised his voice uncontrollably, and hurriedly wiped his face with his cuff under the helpless gaze of the other party.

No, impossible.This is Fei Jia's father, how could he break through the bottom line of morality at such a time and really attack him?

"Just this once, do it if you want."

As if guessing what the child in front of him was thinking, Mikhail slowly closed his eyes, shook his head and denied the other party's guess.

"I can't stop that person from doing what he wants to do, and I'm afraid Dazai-kun is the same. This is to completely cut off my thoughts and say goodbye to her in the past."

He was talking about his wife, the one who cheated her death for 18 years, completely denied Mikhail's feelings, but then took the initiative to die in the end.

Dazai Osamu's expression showed extremely complex meanings, his eyes stared at the man in front of him who was smiling casually for a long time, and he could see the bitterness that penetrated into the bone marrow from the other's expression.

He is also a poor man.

"……Um."

The young man nodded slowly, expressing that he accepted what the other party said.

It was just a kiss on the cheek, which he could understand.

Osamu Dazai avoided the other party's eyes, and handed the contract in his hand to Mikhail.Afterwards, he bowed slightly apologetically, walked up to the man waiting at the other end of the ward, adjusted his emotions and said: "Mr. Aomori, I'm sorry for making you spend so much time, you can tell me the next schedule ?"

If there is any conspiracy in this contract, then only by stepping into the trap can he learn the truth behind everything.

"Mr. Dazai, you are finally willing to work seriously." The manager named Aomori wiped his sweat and signaled the young man to follow him immediately.

"As I said before, it's a fictional mafia movie, and it's expected to be made into a trilogy. The role Mr. Dazai needs to audition for is the biggest villain, the leader of the mafia."

The man handed the script in the briefcase to Dazai Osamu who was following behind him, motioning him to read it before going to the set, and at the same time dutifully explained the general information of the script

"But this is only because the protagonist is on the side of justice, and he will not deliberately discredit this character. And according to the content of the script, the final villain will be an extremely fan-attractive character."

"Is the audition today?"

The whole day's experience was too magical, completely beyond the acceptable level of the young man, Dazai Osamu asked timidly, but his tone seemed a little artificial, "But I'm afraid I can't do it well, I You have never acted before, how can you play a mafia leader well?"

If anyone who was familiar with Osamu Dazai in the Wenye server saw his appearance, he would probably be so disgusted by the young man's tone that his face would turn bright.However, this expression is not even considered a violation of the script of the first life.

Even without anyone watching, a certain director still did a very good job of completing a very special scene.

At the moment when no one noticed, Osamu Dazai's steps froze for a moment, as if someone caused his consciousness to be separated at that moment.

When he came back to his senses again, the young man's eyes revealed a bone-chilling coldness, and even the aura lingering around him changed, completely different from the previous student with a weak temperament.

That was definitely not the look a man his age could have.

A manager named Aomori led him to the parking lot next to the hospital, maintained a formulaic smile, and opened the car door for Osamu Dazai.All his actions are extremely polite, and he has the highest respect for this artist who is much younger than him.

This attitude, however, is superficial.

It was as if the curly-haired young man in front of him was a well-known movie star, rather than a newcomer who didn't know anything.

Facing the young man's question, he didn't change his expression, and replied with a good attitude: "Please don't worry about this, it doesn't matter even if Mr. Dazai's temperament doesn't match. This time, it's just for training, and there will be more opportunities for other opportunities in the future. "

"Osamu Dazai" who was sitting comfortably in the nanny's car suddenly chuckled, and pointed out the other party's thoughts mercilessly, "So, this is all about stuffing me with resources for the sake of the contract, right? Didn't you think I could succeed?"

"..." Aomori who was exposed could only respond in silence.

He started the engine without saying a word, ready to take this new special artist to the audition venue, and decided to keep silent because the other party's question was too sharp.

Dazai Osamu, this young man with the same name as a literary master, is too special even in Melas.He even skipped the artist-specific contract template and got a contract that was too absurd, becoming the artist with the best resources in Melles' film and television company.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to call him an ancestor than an artist.

After all, a young man is like a little lover supported by a high-level executive. He has completely captured the heart of the benefactor, and only then can he obtain such resources unconditionally.

"Aomori-kun, as Melles' ace manager, you have brought out many first- and second-tier stars in the company, and you are actually very dissatisfied with me." The man occupying Dazai Osamu's face had an overly kind smile on his face, In an extremely elegant tone, he exposed his agent's background.

Without a doubt, it was Pandora's Actor who should have died.

"No, you were joking."

As a manager, Aomori wiped off the cold sweat with his hand, pretended to control the steering wheel calmly, and still insisted on his statement.

"Suddenly, the little ghost came from nowhere, but he just stuffed it under your hands, and he was holding so many resources as if he was throwing money. The final decision is still in my hands..." However, Pandora didn't care about the other party at all. He will never shut up at such a moment, "This is not signing an actor at all, but raising an ancestor, you think so, right?"

Aomori: "..."

"You don't need to forcefully maintain a smiling face, I can understand your dissatisfaction. All the artists under my command have been separated, and my immediate boss asked you to concentrate on taking care of me. People who don't know will think that you have been rejected by someone, and you have fallen into this kind of situation. end."

Pandora giggled, not caring at all that her behavior completely destroyed Osamu Dazai's temperament, and patted the other person's shoulder across the seat.

This kind of immoral behavior can only be done by him.

"It doesn't matter. The main thing that Meles employs is your strength. Of course, character is also taken into consideration. He won't easily give you small shoes because of personal grievances." Pandora casually threw the script in her hand aside, without the slightest Wanting to check the meaning, completely ignored the manager's arrangement.

In the young man's words, the position was completely on the side of Melles' top management, a fact that he never concealed was quickly noticed by Aomori.

The man swallowed uncomfortably, and his expression finally became serious since he found Osamu Dazai, "Mr. Dazai, who are you?"

"What do you think?" Osamu Dazai asked with a half-smile on his face.

"I've also learned about your past, the orphan you were adopted, your excellent academic performance, and I'm ready to negotiate with Dongda, so that you can continue to act as an actor when you are free during college..."

Aomori was very good at watching the atmosphere, and his voice gradually died down. The reason was very simple. He saw the young man's increasingly dissatisfied expression in the rearview mirror.

Pandora's Actor, who was wearing Osamu Dazai's shell, raised his chin and murmured complainingly, "Forget about that, the Department of Medicine is too troublesome to read, and Osamu Dazai is not suitable to be a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded. The job of an actor It’s just a little perfunctory and it’s over, the main point is still that.”

The young man was silent for a long time, then he clapped his hands as if on a sudden whim, his tone was very relaxed, "By the way, in order to make our cooperation happy in the future, let's just tell Mr. Aomori."

"What?" The man who was busy driving subconsciously replied.

"My true identity."

The young man leaned back and leaned carelessly on the back of the chair, "You must know that Melles is obviously a large multinational company, but as the CEO, Pandora's Actor has too much power, making Mellas a It’s his words.” “It’s unbelievable, isn’t it.”

"Yes...but what does this have to do with what Mr. Dazai wants to say?" The man swallowed, trying to calm down his nervousness, and waited for the other party's answer.

Pandora's Actor suddenly laughed, and the iris-colored eyes revealed extremely strong malice.

"What if I say that in Pandora's Actor's will, it is written that I am his sole heir?"