Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The fair-skinned young man was carelessly wiping his wine glass in his tavern in Siberia.

The flames burning in the fireplace dispelled the chill in the wooden house, and the black robe that originally belonged to Mikhail was laid on the rocking chair beside him.Obviously, when there is no need for acting, this kind of clothing that cannot be worn every day is very disgusted by its owner.

The weather outside the house was bad, and he put up a closed sign at the entrance of the tavern, which made the small shop, which had not many customers, so deserted that it looked like it was about to close down.

The recent abnormal weather made him dress mainly to keep warm. He replaced Fyodor, who was dressed in a masquerade card, and returned to the common dress of Russians of his age.

On the top of the head is a black knitted hat of the same style as Shu Akai, and on the upper body is a common casual style round neck shirt.The choice of trousers is jeans that can outline the shape of his legs and have a good fit, and then paired with a black woolen coat, which is completely the dress of Russian youths in recent years.

Fyodor took down a bottle of vodka from the wine rack behind him, placed it in front of him and stared at the label on it, hesitating slightly, as if hesitating for something.

He has always paid attention to enjoyment when pairing black tea with wine, and rarely drinks spirits alone.Even if I don't get drunk easily, I haven't developed the habit of drinking like some Russians.

It's rare that I'm in a good mood today, and the administrator account won't have any problems drinking, so it's okay to try.

Just as the young man turned around to grab the wine glass, Shuji Tsushima, dressed in a Nazi-style yellow military uniform, suddenly appeared in the dilapidated log cabin screaming.

He has just left the script mode, and he hasn't been able to completely get rid of the melancholy temperament of the character of Pandora's Actor.Cooperating with the face that was covered again by the bone-white mask, an indescribable sense of disobedience permeated the whole body.

It's like the male protagonist in a stage play who was supposed to stage a bitter drama, suddenly burst into laughter at an important moment, completely ignoring the feelings of the audience.

Having just escaped from the "book", he managed to stand still. His black leather military boots, which had been rubbed so shiny and reflective, stepped on the wooden floor, making the overwhelmed old wooden boards make a sour and harsh creaking sound.

Shuji Tsushima ran briskly to the bar.He suddenly moved in front of his lover, tugged at the knitted hat on the other's head with great interest, and exclaimed loudly, "Fei Jia, have you changed your hat?"

"Ah."

Fyodor nodded in reply.

He didn't want to change his image on a whim, nor was it because of the boring reason that his lover was always with another him from the past timeline and felt uneasy inside.

It's purely because he doesn't want to play a middle-aged man in his 40s like Mikhail.

During the time of running this deserted tavern in Siberia, although there are very few customers who come every day, it is not that no one cares about it.

The situation has changed since the first middle-aged man with a big beard came to the bar.

Young people who can stay in such a remote town are too rare.In addition, Fyodor is a new face, such a young man runs a tavern in a backward town, facing the sociable original residents, it will inevitably arouse their curiosity.

This kind of straightforward interpersonal communication became more and more eager after some old alcoholics knew Mikhail's age.

So for half a month, Fyodor, who maintained his middle-aged man who lost his independence after returning from France, had to join the social circle of a few old men, and chatted with them lively about all kinds of things. topic.

Faced with this kind of social behavior that is too simple, a certain director who has the setting of a middle-aged person and his real age is not much different feels very uncomfortable.It seems that he is not on the set of a supernatural combat movie, but in a short story about family life, in front of a non-existent actor who doesn't have many roles.

If he doesn't regain the feeling of a young man who matches his appearance age, I'm afraid it won't be long before he will be led astray by those uncles wearing fur hats and growing beards, and his painting style will never return.

Pick up the vodka bottle and go straight to tons of demons... The painting style is so beautiful that he dare not look at it.

Since coming to the lower world, Tsujima Shuji, who rarely sees his lover in casual clothes of his own country, thinks about his new image, "Well... I always feel that I have lost the charm of Mr. Tuo ,strange."

Especially the knitted hat covering most of the head on the head is simply the source of the sense of disobedience.

Fyodor rolled up the edge of the knitted hat that almost covered his eyes, revealing the smooth black hair that was completely flattened underneath, "It's because he didn't wear a felt hat."

"Obviously that hat suits you well..." The curly-haired young man pouted, as if he was quite dissatisfied with his lover's hasty change of appearance.

Just like bandages are the standard equipment of Osamu Dazai, the white felt hat should also be the characteristic of the character of Majin, and it looks like a large rice ball with the head.

But now his features are gone, replaced by a black knit cap that fits closely to the shape of his head, coupled with that black hair with a little bit of purple... It's almost like eating rice balls, revealing the prunes stuffing inside.

This counts as a well-intentioned Russian prunes?

"That one is actually a modified version of the Soviet wool cap, which is commonly used among middle-aged uncles, but younger ones don't know how to wear it." Fyodor picked up the one he once wore from another low stool behind the bar. He weighed his white felt hat in his hand and explained.

Of course he didn't say anything.

There are hats with ear protection, and most of the white ones are women's hats. This is also a habit from the Soviet military caps.It's okay to be a character's iconic dress, but it can't be worn out under normal circumstances.

The devil's attire is really not suitable for walking on the streets of Russia.That cape, in particular, makes him look like he's halfway to Comic-Con.

Shuji Tsushima pretended to be frightened, and took two steps back like a play, "So, does this suit your 23-year-old Russian youth's attire now?"

"That's right, isn't it appropriate?" Fyodor admitted frankly, as if he didn't have a correct understanding of his age.

After spending so many years in the lower world, the two directors who hide under their too young bodies are already old men who are about four years old.It's just that they have a very good mentality, and they don't have any sense of disobedience despite the appearance of young people in their early 20s.

Shuji Tsushima didn't intend to get too entangled in the age issue, after all, he also spent the same years.He just bent down, inspected his clothes for a while, and then snapped his fingers without any hesitation, using his mimicry ability to change his clothes.

At least in terms of couple clothes, he absolutely refused to be left behind at this time.

"Not really, overall it looks really good-looking, after all, you have a good face." Shuji Tsushima, who was dressed the same as his lover in every way except that he didn't wear a knitted hat on his head, murmured softly.

He narrowed his eyes, showing an extremely troubled look, and explained his true feelings seriously, "I just think that trying to equate demons with ordinary people is a very scary thing in itself."

If it were him before, that would be Osamu Dazai in the original work.It is absolutely impossible to believe that the demon Fyodor will be like an old man, able to live a peaceful life in a sparsely populated town without any thoughts of trouble.

This frail Russian looks elegant and weak. In fact, wherever he goes, there is a bloodbath, and he tricks countless people into the applause.

There is a possibility that he can settle down, that is, he is preparing a bigger conspiracy than ever before.

However, as Fyodor is now, he may simply want to be salty for a while, and he will be resurrected with full blood when new millet related to Osamu Dazai comes out.

Fyodor, who exudes the smell of salted fish all over his body, seems to be incompatible with the whole world of Bungou Stray Dogs.He tugged at the corner of his coat that barely reached his thighs, smoothed out the folds of sitting for a long time, and said in a rather casual tone: "There is no need to act now, and I don't need to maintain the costumes of the original characters. How to get comfortable."

The young man, who suddenly looked much younger, casually took out a cleaned wine glass.He poured the vodka, which he rarely drank in the past, into the glass, and watched the clear liquor slowly fill the entire glass. After that, he left the bar with the glass in his hand, and sat down on the rocking chair by the fireplace.

"Hmm...I always feel that you are in a good mood recently." The curly-haired young man who was keenly aware of his lover's emotional state murmured to himself.

He knew that Fyodor didn't like the world here. After the initial novelty passed, he had already shown an overly obvious sense of fatigue in the following years.Especially during the period before the two had a serious conversation, this self-proclaimed kind-hearted Russian, who was actually bubbling dark inside, was full of boredom.

It is rare for him to have such a relaxed situation.

Fyodor imitated the habit of the middle-aged men who came to his store some time ago, and raised his glass to signal, but his tone was as elegant as his usual, "After all, it is the scene of destroying the world, I am looking forward to it."

He brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip, feeling the spicy wine slipping down his throat and rushing to his lungs. Because of the alcohol, his body felt warm from the inside out.

I feel that only in Russia can he have the opportunity to enjoy the drinking process like this.

On the other side, Shuji Tsushima, who was not used to vodka, was lying on the bar, and casually fished out a bottle of Japanese sake specially prepared for him, and canned crab meat stored in the cabinet below.

He slowly put the snacks he had prepared for chatting on the low table by the fireplace. Considering that he was not hungry now, he just kept them on hand to maintain the atmosphere.

"You don't even want to pretend?" the curly-haired young man inadvertently glanced at Fyodor, whose cheeks were blushing unnaturally, and complained in a drawn-out voice.

Pick out a few piles of firewood that are piled up next to the fireplace, Shuji Tsushima squats in front of the fireplace, and puts a new pile of firewood into it with tongs, so that the fire that was originally dwindling can be restored to its most vigorous moment .

There is no doubt that Fyodor's words are simply standard for villains.

"First of all, it is said that we want to create a world without sin. The specific action is to eliminate all supernatural powers in the world. But supernatural powers are the embodiment of human will. In the end, don't you want to erase human will and create a utopia?"

The young man lying back on the rocking chair blinked his kite-colored eyes, and tilted his head to look at his lover.

"Such a world cannot last long. If human beings even lose themselves, then what is it that survives in this world? What is the meaning of their existence?"

Because of the random words of a certain Russian, the topic inadvertently shifted to the content of his long-cherished wish.

Accompanied by his lover's question, Fyodor bit his fingers and thought about it for a while. He imagined his ideal world before, and hesitantly said in a rather uncertain tone: "It's just an empty shell that obeys instinct?"

"Survive instinctively, because even the self does not exist, so there will be no disputes, and naturally there will be no crimes."

A world without sin is just a utopia in human ideals.In fact, as long as people still have self-awareness, sin will never be eradicated.

It is extremely crazy to want to realize this so-called utopia, let alone a demon who has put it into action.Even if the current director Fantuan has given up this long-cherished wish, it is not without reason that Shuji Tsushima, who is a lover, regards him as crazy.

I don't even look at the fate of characters who do this in so many novels and comics.

"Hey... That kind of world is too scary to think about. It is obvious that you have lost your self-awareness, and you still have to maintain an unwarranted social form?" Thoughts were tossed about in various works that he had seen before, and Shuji Tsushima was a bit confused. Then pursed his mouth in fear.

Fortunately, in the original work, he is the protagonist of the dark thread, and in terms of general fate, he is the one favored by the "god".This is also doomed to the end of the Five Declines of Heaven and Man event, and it will definitely end with Dazai's victory.

If the devil wants to create a world free from sin, he probably has to work harder to have a chance.

"Ah, Fei Jia, don't you think this kind of world is very similar to the egg roll in Lelouch... ah no, the world that the emperor and Marianna want to create?" The curly-haired youth suddenly widened his eyes, showing a sudden realization look.

He carefully recalled the content of the relevant lines in the dramas he had chased, and nodded, and then confidently began to pretend to be deep, and kept talking in a low tone.

"What they want is a world without lies. The so-called killing gods is to destroy the aggregate of human consciousness. In the end, the consciousness of all human beings can be merged, and everyone is the same. Because of the fusion of consciousness, they can know what other people are doing. No matter what you think, you will empathize..."

Shuji Tsushima took a deep breath. Even without the highlight removal operation here, people can clearly feel the surging black mud hidden in his body.

The corner of the young man's mouth curled into a slight arc, and he whispered in a slightly mocking tone, "At the cost of the world standing still forever, all lies and sins will be eliminated."

In a sense, these two desires have something in common.

Without warning, Shuji Tsushima restrained his appearance that was closest to his essence, replaced the original expression with a superficial smile, and said with a smile: "You should have something to talk about, right?"

If necessary, they can find corresponding servers in countless lower worlds, personally experience a world situation that is even more chaotic than Wenye, and even open a Knightmare mech.

If it weren't for the fact that the background over there was too chaotic and too unfriendly to Shuji Tsushima, the two directors might really be able to go to play.

Fyodor had no intention of agreeing with his lover, and he had carefully considered this possibility.It's just that after making sure that I can't raise my interest, I put this part of the content on hold.

He opened his mouth, as if he hadn't reacted to the stimulation of taking a sip of vodka, he hesitated for a while before making a sound.

"I gave up."

When he said giving up, he didn't mean giving up running to a certain server to play, but giving up his long-cherished wish about himself.

The idea of ​​wanting to create a world without sin.

"Look at this reaction... Fei Jia, don't you think it was after the second season of Lu Luxiu that you completely gave up the idea of ​​creating a world without sin?" The appearance of listening to gossip.

He held his chin with great interest, giggled, and even his slightly squinted eyes sparkled.

However, Fyodor's reaction was not what he expected.

The fair-skinned young man who could barely see a little sickly setting did not change his complexion, and retorted in a calm tone: "No, it's "EVA"."

After all, this time was earlier, and it had been broadcast before the two of them were adopted.Let the young Fyodor, who had only accidentally seen it on TV, find a good pastime.

Of course, after reading it, it is inevitable to fall into contemplation.

Recalling the content of the animation that was too early in his memory, Shuji Tsushima struggled to extract the key points, and murmured: "Humans complete the plan?"

For him, these are the animations he watched more than 30 years ago.Fortunately, there is still storage deep in his memory palace, and he was not thrown into the recycling bin as waste by himself.

The devil who can rethink his long-cherished wish based on the core content of an animation... is also amazing.

It seems that because of the glass of vodka, Fyodor, who has not turned on the immune mode of the administrator, is a little drunk.

His tone was as indifferent as ever, only his facial expression was slightly confused.After getting drunk, even if he is always clear-headed, he will inevitably get stuck.

"So, a large part of the reason why the devil was born is because there were not enough meaningful works to make me change my concept at the beginning." Fyodor's eyes were almost closed, Physiological teardrops leached from sleepiness hung in the corners of his eyes, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on it, and began to push the pot wildly.

It seems that the appearance of the leader of the House of Death, the devil, is entirely the fault of this world.

Shuji Tsushima's expression was wrinkled, and after he took a deep breath with difficulty, he raised his head and stared at the log-colored ceiling, curled his lips and complained: "Hey... what kind of weird otaku speech... It's almost like Changed the way to say that Two-dimensional supremacy."

It turns out that his mouse is this type when he is drunk?

The young Russian man who seemed to be falling asleep raised his hand and rubbed his temples, which were swollen and aching from the alcohol, "Aside from chasing series, drama and series, do you have other ways to entertain yourself?"

Even if they live in this world, black mud is black mud after all, except for each other who hadn't broken the relationship at that time, there are few things that can really interest them.

After the original Bungo Stray Dogs began serialization, the two found a way that suited them and passed the time smoothly.

Since then, the two black mud spirits have started their journey into the house.

The two who count on all kinds of new comics to continue dating when they are bored rarely take the initiative to engage in troublesome and unnecessary social interactions during college.The only fun is probably the rare vacation. Fyodor will fly from Moscow State University to Tokyo, or Shuji Tsushima will fly there, and then the two will return to France where their adoptive parents live.

If there are any laudable diversions, there are none.

"Have."

However, Shuji Tsushima admitted categorically, his cheeks puffed up, as if he had been offended by something.

He raised his voice, and his tone seemed to be accusing: "I still have to go to CP to accompany you to buy a book, and release my own cosplay by the way. After that, I have to accompany you when I go back to the hotel. I have been treated like this by various people in the book. Like that—"

The young man suddenly took a deep breath, his expression gradually aggrieved.

"And Fei Jia, you actually bought passers-by!!!"

He knew that the mouse had bad intentions for him, and because of the hostile relationship between the two in the original work, it was obvious that he wanted to destroy him in some way.

If Tsujima Shuji had no complete trust in his bamboo horse, brother and friend, he wouldn't even dare to sleep with Fyodor in a big bed with Fyodor when he went to travel and stay with him.

Fortunately, they are now in a state of seeing each other, no one is forcing the other, and they are very satisfied with the current relationship.

Except that Anwu's marriage certificate came out a little too slowly.

Facing his lover's accusation of not being sincere, Fyodor just gently put his arms in front of his eyes, with an overly gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It is not good."

Anyway, don't care about the messy things he bought before, it's enough for them to have it now.

Those notebooks that piled up in his study may be named "props for adjustment" in the future, and the total amount will continue to increase.

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【House of Mille-feuilles (Online)】

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Is anyone there?Oda work?Ango, can you hear me?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Even the group name is also displayed in the connection. I have never encountered such a situation before.

Kind Russian rice ball: I was able to get in touch last time, it seems that the administrator did not join in together, which led to the synchronization of the world time between you and me...

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Now this place is completely isolated from the world, this root world.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: In other words, I would like to be Kami of the new world here, and there will be no problem!

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: No, there is still a problem, and the server here may not be able to handle it.

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: The space in the "book" that you can create for Sigma is already the limit. The world here is a bunch of damaged data, and it can't stand too much trouble.

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Well...at least this way, becoming a big devil to destroy the world does not need to be condemned at all. [Super confident.jpg]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: Anyway, it will be destroyed sooner or later. Instead of letting it collapse naturally, it is more interesting to let me mix it up.

Kind Russian rice ball: I sometimes wonder if you are more suitable to be the big boss of the villain than me.

Kind Russian rice ball: After all, didn’t you mention the reverse suicide operation in the original book?As long as you are the only one left in the world, from the point of view of paradox, this is also a manifestation of successful suicide.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: How is it possible!I am so cute!Isn't Chief Zai's knife painful enough?

Kind Russian rice ball: I don’t deny that it’s cute, but aren’t you very happy playing the role of Pandora?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Hiss──

[The system cannot connect, please try again later. 】

【House of Mille-feuille (24)】

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Ah... Sure enough

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: The delay is so severe... There is no need to try again now, it is impossible to contact people outside the instance in this instance.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: [Maomao Stormcry.jpg]

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Well...that's true.

Good Russian rice balls: In this copy, the time of those servers is static relative to us.

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: In a state where time is completely stopped, Mr. Sakaguchi and Mr. Oda cannot receive our messages... Normally speaking.

Good Russian rice balls: The time in the Conan server is still midnight, and you have no role tomorrow.If you make an archive here, leave this dungeon that is about to be destroyed for a while, and go back there, you can still communicate with them.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: If this toss continues, the root world will become more and more unstable.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: I still don’t want it, I’m afraid that if this goes on like this, it will collapse in less than half a year.

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Wouldn’t you be bored if you didn’t communicate with your friends?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: It's okay, it's only half a year, and it's only half a year for me.The friendship of the rogue faction will not fade because of this small problem.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Besides, Fei Jia, what you want to ask is not this at all, do I still not understand you?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: You salted fish mouse that fell into the vinegar tank!

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: [Proudly akimbo.jpg]

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Well, I understand best [Great Reading]

Kind Russian rice ball: By the way, I would like to remind you that these contents cannot be posted now because the system is not connected to the Internet, and only the two of us are on the same LAN.

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: But once you leave the root copy and successfully connect to the Internet, the news we read here will probably flood into the minds of Mr. Sakaguchi and Mr. Oda in an instant.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: If the amount of information pours in too much in an instant, the two of you will probably be in a coma for a short time.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: But judging by the current content, it is not bad. After all, Mr. Oda is a former killer, and his willpower must be extremely high.Mr. Sakaguchi's supernatural ability is also a theory of degeneration. He must have gotten used to the feeling of a large amount of information pouring into his mind, so don't worry too much.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: So Xiu Zhi, just rest assured.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Whoa...

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: What is this big rice ball with a black and bubbling heart talking about?

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: You kindly reminded me that while sending such a long list of content, you did it on purpose, right?

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: How come, I can't hide this kind of thing from you.

Well-intentioned Russian rice ball: It is just the simplest way to receive information, and it is not to the extent that I want to persecute a person.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: ...

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Fei Jia, you did it on purpose.

Well-meaning Russian rice balls::)

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Finally, after the daily playfulness was over, Fyodor, who was overwhelmed by vodka, opened the character panel, canceled the drunk debuff on himself, and restored his usual sobriety.

He stretched slowly, blinked, and asked softly, "How?"

After the nonsense is over, it's time to get down to business.

"It has been adjusted." Shuji Tsushima, who also took a serious attitude, nodded and replied.

In view of the fact that the content of the follow-up script needs to be completed by the script, especially the so-called re-"breeding" segment, this part of the content can only be solved by Shuji Tsushima alone.

It's not that Dazai in the script is really going to conceive Sigma trapped in the "book" in the most primitive way.The so-called "breeding" is just a synonym, the specific operation is to extract all the energy in his body as a container, and use this part of energy to create an adult body for Sigma who came to this server.

"The flow of time in the 'book' corresponds to the root world, and the time we really have to leave is half a year later, so Sigma needs to stay in it for at least half a year."

The curly-haired young man was holding a can of crab meat, and he was picking at the top pull ring, not in a hurry to open it, but let the sound of the iron plates colliding echo in the room.

"As long as we can leave this dungeon, we can restore all administrator privileges, and it will be a breeze to stop the space and time where Sigma is." Shuji Tsushima closed his eyes slightly and explained in a soft voice.

After all, this is an abandoned dungeon. It can be understood that the root world is a string of data that they managed to pull out.

It's just that this string of data has not been maintained for too long, and some of the content has long been damaged, which has caused the administrator account who came here to be unable to use all functions.

In the script, Sigma was required to familiarize himself with the "book" for at least half a year, and then to guide Dazai Osamu who was extremely weak after he was born, which was just an excuse for the directors to make sense of logic.

The truth is that they cannot fully control the "book" in the root world, and can only let Sigma, who is locked in it, spend the time exactly the same as they stay here.After leaving here, Shuji Tsushima was able to control the time stop of that space.

If not, Sigma would not need to be imprisoned for half a year for no reason at all, and could be thrown directly to the script killer in just an instant.

"That's good." Fyodor nodded slightly after learning that the script was going smoothly.

The curly-haired young man tilted his head, staring at his lover's profile, "Don't you want to see him?"

"Not really, it's just that I can't get used to this change of status for the time being." Fyodor tugged at the knitted hat on top of his head with a complicated expression, "After all, we used to be colleagues, but now we have suddenly increased our seniority and get along with each other. I always feel a little uncomfortable.”

He sighed slowly, looked back at his lover with those purple eyes, and parted his thin lips lightly.

"What's more, the person who needs to get along with Sigma is the last one in reincarnation, right?"

It was the devil in the version of the supernatural special service department who was greened and greened in the script, not him now.

For the directors, the arrangement of this plot is actually very simple.

It was the two of them who went to the Middle East to find Sigma, and the so-called Pandora's Actor played two roles, creating a false Fyodor, or Mikhail's content, which exists only in the In the script that Sigma watched.

After that, the two administrators who successfully used the map cut function to get their children to Siberia immediately entered the next part of the script.

It is not easy to construct a space in the "book", and Shuji Tsushima tried many times before he succeeded.

If the power of the source is compared to a huge mass of energy, then this space is the hole he dug in the center of the energy and stabilized after strengthening.

After Sigma enters, his existence will be completely covered by the original power, and he can be successfully fished out from the copy that should have disappeared.Afterwards, he successfully smuggled into the ongoing Bungo Stray Dogs server, which also saved the trouble of the two directors creating him a year later.

It is much easier to grab a ready-made one than to guess based on the short length of the original work, and there will be no OOC problems.

"Okay, now that our junior manager status is vacant, it's time to start the next step."

Shuji Tsushima, who was very comfortable in the rocking chair, stood up.He applauded perfunctorily, and then acted like a good parent, apparently worried about Sigma's future.

Fyodor's movements were a little slow, as if he was too comfortable by the fireplace, which made him suddenly regain his lazy style, and finally he just echoed: "After all, he is our child, we can't let those bad guys put him down. lead astray."

A certain bandage paused for a moment of stretching.

"Fei Jia, is that villain you're talking about yourself?" He put on a serious look, and even his tone was very serious.

The curly-haired young man picked up the sake on the table and held it in his hand as a weapon. The bottom of the bottle pointed at the Russian young man with a calm expression, like an old hen guarding his cubs.

"You abducted the little angel so easily, you really deserve to be the devil."

Using a sentence that looks too ridiculous in the eyes of others, he successfully placed this useful chess piece on his own chessboard.This kind of thing can only be done by him or Dazai Osamu who is of the same kind.

After all, the scene where the devil abducts Sigma is exactly the same as when Osamu Dazai snatched Akutagawa.

"We'll give him a home. Sigma's wish, after all, is nothing more than a desire to find a home."

Facing his lover's daily convulsions, Fyodor, who has long been accustomed to it, tilted his head, smiled and shook his head, "This is what I once told him, but the way of realization is different."

The curly-haired young man crossed his arms, with a distressed expression on his face, and after pondering for a long time, he pretended to come to a conclusion, "The casino is definitely not good, and we as parents are too irresponsible to let a child who is only three years old manage the casino! "

"You have also seen his reaction, he is really a good boy." Shuji Tsushima recalled the content of his conversation with Sigma not long ago, lamented the character of his own child, and simply suggested: "How about the playground?" ?”

He broadcasted the whole process of the plots in the enchantment in the "book" to his lover, so Fyodor could see it at the first time.

Sigma is indeed a good boy with kindness in nature. Even if he is led astray by the devil like in the original book, the kindness hidden deep in his heart will not be easily covered up.

He won't deny that.

The content of the playground is simpler. They built two playgrounds in the name of Melles in Yokohama on the side of Conan's copy.

One was blown up by Pandora in the script not long ago, and the deep crater left by the explosion happened to coincide with Leibo Street.As for the other one, they used the "book" to arrange the construction process.

Aside from being a bit far from the Armed Detective Agency, it would be a perfect gift for Sigma.

Fyodor thought about it for a long time, but couldn't make up his mind for a while, just shook his head and put the topic aside. "At that time, depending on his own wishes, dead things are definitely not as good as living people. He should think that a place with his family is his home... Whether it is a casino or an amusement park, even a scene created by a 'book' will not Not as good as being by our side."

"Why do I always feel that your tone is bewitching?" Shuji Tsushima muttered in a low voice.

"It's just a fact."

Facing the answer from their lover, the young people just pouted their lips and raised new questions that they need to face now, "Then what should we do next?"