Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The black cat is here again.

Long before the detective agency went to work, the jet-black hairball walked down the stairwell to the fourth floor of the old red brick building on the street corner with graceful steps, and squatted obediently at the door of the detective agency.

It seems that the cat was impressed by the chaos yesterday. Taking advantage of the time when the owner was out for work, the cat easily left the original residence and came here across three roads.

I don't know how it can open the heavy anti-theft door with such a small body.

"Mia~"

There was a burst of noise from the elevator at the end of the corridor. The black hairball who was waiting quietly at the door turned around and stared at Fukuzawa, who was the first to come to the detective agency, with the pair of iris-colored eyes in the dark corridor. Yuji.

The silver-haired man in a relatively old-fashioned kimono paused slightly, his usual serious expression was extremely stiff, and an inconceivable emotion faintly flashed across his eyes.

The milk cat's pink meat pad fell to the ground, and with silent steps, it approached Fukuzawa Yukichi standing at the elevator entrance.Just like yesterday when the two met for the first time, it stood up straight, with its furry front paws resting on the man's dark grass-green kimono, making a cat-meowing sound.

Only the man who has always been disliked by cats slowly knelt down and hugged the clingy black milk cat into his arms.

Even though the black cat is still young, it is a breed of curly haired cat after all, and its hair still feels so good to the touch.

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who managed to touch the cat for two consecutive days, took the milk cat to his president's office, and was in an unusually good mood.

The black fur ball rolled on the tatami, using the imposing pillar in the room as a cat climbing frame, climbed to the highest point of the house in two or three steps, flicking its tail leisurely.

The silver-haired man took out the dried fish from his pocket, stretched out his hand and handed it to the other party.The milk cat moved its nose, and did not immediately stretch out its paws to beg for it, but showed its hesitant attitude to the fullest.

Not all cats like to eat fish, like it, the favorite is the canned crab meat that is so expensive that it is often used as a gift.

The crab leg meat soaked in soup exudes a delicious smell. After a full meal, it will even lick the can clean with its pink and tender tongue covered with barbs.

In the end, the soft and fluffy black cat finally got tired, got down from the smooth surface of the pillar, and lay sprawled on the tatami unsuspectingly.There was no sound, and it would never disturb the daily work of the head of the detective agency.

Until a certain moment, there was a sound of the door opening from the staff office separated by a corridor.The black cat moved its ears, the last trace of drowsiness in its eyes faded, and it rushed towards the closed door of the president's office like a shell.

Facing the suspicious gaze from Fukuzawa Yukichi, he pushed down the doorknob with his own weight, and rushed to the outermost member's office impatiently.

The camel windbreaker man who was late as usual had just sat down lazily. Before he could hear the roar from his partner, he was covered in a black fur ball galloping over the table full of documents.

"Wow──" Osamu Dazai leaned back from the work chair without any precautions.

Accompanied by the violent sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the young man fell to the ground completely. If the back of the chair did not act as a buffer, he might have been thrown hard this time.

The young man's bandage-covered arm shook back and forth, trying hard to find a place to lean on, gasping for air, "It hurts, it hurts... what—"

That black cat has no conscience, its soft meat pads directly stepped back and forth on Osamu Dazai's wrinkled face, and even deliberately stretched its furry paws into his mouth, successfully making the curly-haired youth who was persecuted terribly Eat a mouthful of hair.

Dazai Osamu struggled to get up from the ground, grabbed the restless black cat by the back of the neck, and brought it to his eyes amidst the other party's dissatisfied cries, "Hey...why is it you again?"

"Meow~" the black cat replied softly.

I don't know if it's because Kunikida Doppo's desk happened to be opposite Osamu Dazai, every time the milk cat attacked the curly-haired youth, his desk was always the first to suffer.

The scene was exactly the same as yesterday, when the black cat flew past Kunikida Doppo, it would always throw the table full of documents all over the place.

The original normal working atmosphere of the office was also interrupted because of this, and with the eloquent documents floating in the sky, the atmosphere in the detective agency froze for a rare moment.Apparently, the few people present were very interested in this farce, and their attention was easily attracted, leaving Kunikida alone in the place of petrification.

The cat may have been born at odds with his aura.

Miyazawa Kenji, who came up to him, carefully observed the black cat that was flopping its feet in mid-air, and suddenly realized: "Isn't this the gentleman's cat from yesterday? Why is it here?"

"Cat?" Ranbu, who was chewing a thick snack, seemed to be a little interested in this, and his pair of green eyes that seemed to be able to see everything opened slightly.

Regarding the president's cat-hating physique, he is naturally very clear, and there has never been an exception for so many years.

This black cat that rushed out of the president's room probably has a lot of problems.

"Well, I came back with the president yesterday. The cat that was raised by the leader of Mellors for a while seems to be called Mr. Actor." Facing the question from the core of the detective agency, he was busy sorting out the documents. Junichiro Tanizaki stuck his head out from behind the computer.

Recalling the young man who briefly stayed at the detective agency yesterday, he paused and continued to explain: "But its current owner is a young man with jellyfish-like hairstyle and white lavender in half. I don't know the name. But you can know that the other party is now working at the Poirot Cafe here."

The milk cat finally managed to struggle out of Osamu Dazai's hands. It seemed that the back of the neck was pulled by time and made it feel a little uncomfortable. The milk cat raised one of its hind legs and kicked wildly on the back of its head.

Facing the crowd watching, it did not show any vigilance.Just like that, he walked in a big way, circling around Dazai Osamu's office.

"It's interesting..." Edogawa Ranpo, who had witnessed all this, murmured.

The milk cat's movements paused slightly, its iris-colored eyes widened, and the eyes were filled with confusion, "Meow?"

"This cat is destined to be with you, Dazai." Without intending to say what he observed, Edogawa Ranpo narrowed his eyes again, and continued to pick up his thick snack.

"Mr. Ranpo?" Dazai Osamu's expression was in sync with that of the milk cat, both in terms of appearance and temperament, both had a very high degree of similarity.

"It's decided! Let's call it Dazai No. [-]!"

"Miwu~" The milk cat flicked its tail back and forth, and even though its voice was extremely sticky, it could be seen through its body language that it was agitated.

It seems to reveal something.

"Ah, it's true." Hearing that Ranpo Edogawa seemed to have made a sudden decision, Kenji Miyazawa noticed the color of the milk cat's eyes. Under the sunlight penetrating through the transparent glass window, the constricted pupils made him The original color of the pupils was revealed, "Take a closer look, the child's eyes are exactly the same as those of Mr. Dazai."

"Even the coat color is the same. It is rare to see this kind of cat whose color is brownish in the sun and whose fur is abnormally curly." Yosano Akiko, who has been watching, added.

It wasn't until something was pointed out that they realized how much the cat resembled a colleague.

The black milk cat no longer paid attention to the people present. He stretched his paws into the gap of the desk drawer in front of him, trying to pull the bottom drawer open.However, it doesn't have much strength, and it's hard to find a suitable point of force for its claws. After working hard for a long time, it just stays in place, and it still fails.

"What does it want to do?"

"Is there anything in Dazai-san's drawer?"

"Mi woo──"

Osamu Dazai knew very well what was installed on his desk.Without hesitation, he opened the bottom drawer, calmly revealing the empty drawer to his colleagues, "There is nothing in it."

The milk cat kicked its hind legs, jumped straight into the drawer, and quickly got into the gap between the drawer and the inner wall of the cabinet with its too petite body.

There was a faint sound of metal objects colliding inside the drawer, followed by another dull impact, accompanied by the black cat's grievance cry, echoing in this small space.

Not long after, the black cat whose hair was covered with dust struggled to get out of the gap, holding a can of dusty food in its mouth, and its iris-colored eyes shone with a light called surprise.

"This is... canned crab meat?" Junichiro Tanizaki, who was watching all this, hesitated.

The curly-haired young man put on a surprised expression, and knelt down to take the can of crab meat that had been forgotten for a long time.

"Ah, I said why the canned food that was placed in the office before disappeared. It turned out that it fell behind the drawer──"

"Hmm──" The milk cat with the can in its mouth quickly backed away, avoiding Osamu Dazai's hand that wanted to take the can from his mouth.That was what it had found, and it was as it should be.

"What do you want to do?" Dazai Osamu's face suddenly darkened, as if he wanted to fight the opponent to the end.

"It should want that can." Tanizaki Junichiro replied weakly instead of the black cat.

"..."

"..."

The black cat would never hand over the food already in its mouth to others hastily.The same is true for Osamu Dazai, as an unscrupulous adult, the young man with a serious expression would never give in to this vicious black cat.

The milk cat had no intention of continuing the confrontation. When the young man in the camel-colored windbreaker in front of him was not paying attention, he immediately turned around and rushed towards the president's room in the back room with the can in its mouth.

"Wait, stop for me!"

Osamu Dazai, who was one step behind, ran after him, but in a room with so many obstacles, an adult is not as sensitive as a three-month-old milk cat.The young man could only watch helplessly as the other party took the canned crab meat away, crossed the long and narrow corridor, and sneaked in through the crack in the door of the president's room.

Even he has never provoked Fukuzawa Yukichi in front of this kind of usual laughter and slapstick.

Osamu Dazai, who looked distraught, reluctantly returned to his seat, completely flattened on the table, without any intention of working.

The canned crab meat was gone, and he was hit so hard that he should be allowed to go back to the dormitory to spend this sad time.

"This cat is very smart, and knows who can protect it here." Seeing that the short-lived farce finally subsided, Yosano Akiko, who witnessed the black cat leaving quickly, sighed: "And told the president it If you like to eat something, the president should prepare it after that."

If nothing unexpected happened, that cat would probably become a permanent member of the detective agency.

──

Shuji Tsushima, who perfectly plays the milk cat, has no psychological pressure to bully his past self.

After running to the corridor, he slowed down and returned to Fukuzawa Yukichi's office with graceful steps.

He put the can in front of Fukuzawa Yukichi, made a few movements of biting the edge of the can, and at the same time let out a cry of grievance, indicating that he could not open it.

In this way, the silver-haired man who understood his intentions would wipe the can clean, open it and deliver it to him, and at the same time enjoy the pleasure of stroking the cat while the milk cat is full.

After all, this is the only cat other than Natsume-sensei who will take the initiative to approach him.

[Private chat with "Kindly Russian Rice Ball"]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: It's really comfortable to be a cat, how about you?

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: The reward for the little tiger has not yet been issued, but according to the current situation, it may not be long. Does it need Meles to pay the 70 billion instead of the devil?

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: After all, Mr. Demon has no way to contact the group and the bell tower servants now. His appearance restricts his movements, and even the daily operation of the rats in the house of death is also affected.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: Fei Jia?

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: something.

Good-hearted Russian rice ball: I am bathing Mr. Devil [Dead Eyes.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: ...Wow, didn't I just wash it yesterday.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: what happened?

Good-hearted Russian rice balls: A new employee in the store was accidentally spilled iced coffee by a customer. When he came to the staff lounge to change clothes, he happened to meet Mr. Tosi who had just come out of the bathroom, and you get the idea.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: what kind of luck is this...

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: In short, the flour bag in the lounge was broken, and now the whole house has to be cleaned.

Good-hearted Russian rice ball: It is obviously more convenient to look like a mouse than wait for him to recover his human form and clean it up by himself.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: won't it stick to the hair?

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Hmm...

Humanoid Self-propelled Bandage Essence: This mouse can be put into the pot, clean the fur and internal organs, and fry it!

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: Then I would not be who I am now.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Hiss—forget it, a boyfriend is more important than fried rats.

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: how about your side.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I, it seems, probably, seems, may be exposed.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: Is there really no way to hide it from the world's number one detective?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Mr. Ranpo should have guessed part of my real information, anyway, it must be linked to Melles.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I just don’t know whether this part of information proves that I am Osamu Dazai in a certain time period, or the relationship between Pandora’s Actor and Osamu Dazai.

Humanoid Self-propelled Bandage Essence: Whether it’s father and son, or the gene comes from a clone, if it’s just this part, it’s easy to operate, just let Sigma confirm it.

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: Won't you speculate that Sigma is Dazai Osamu's younger brother in the end?

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: There are still specific follow-up content, the things that have happened have already been copied, and the future of this world can be fabricated by us.

Kind Russian Rice Balls: Have you figured out what to do?

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: I am a member of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, and I am the ultimate villain who is one level higher than the devil. The "book" is me, and I am the "book"──

Good Russian Rice Balls: So? [Mr. Tuo drinks tea.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I want to be the Cammy of the new world! ! !

Well-intentioned Russian Rice Balls: Well, it’s great, please be serious.

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: I didn't think about what to do, but Fei Jia, do you need to meet an old friend?

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: he is dead.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: ...I am more surprised that Fei Jia actually admits the word friend.

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: He obviously didn't feel anything back then, he was just a ruthless task-pushing machine, and he never showed the slightest bit of truth to his so-called companions.

The kind Russian rice ball: Xiu Zhi, what do you want to say.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I cannot be the only one to be redeemed.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: You and I both know that perhaps at the beginning we regarded all the lower worlds as false, just a game.But now, since he has decided to upgrade this world, he can no longer deceive himself with this kind of statement.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: If the two worlds are equal, we will either become the so-called "gods" and approach a higher level.Or just deny it and be a normal person through and through.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: If so, what would you do?

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: I always feel that since we came here, our positions have been switched.

Kind Russian rice ball: This kind of words should be said to you by me in the past.

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: I am very satisfied, all obsessions no longer exist, and every day with you in the future also has new expectations.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: This journey is to fulfill your long-cherished wish, of course you must think about Fei Jia.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: So let's go together, where you can also see the famous scene of me drilling into the trash can!

Well-intentioned Russian rice ball: By the way, do you want to play a hero to save the beauty?

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: If you want to, after all, I am Mi Jae, so let me eat a ration quickly!

──

What the two directors talked about is difficult to understand without knowing the inside story.

This refers to the content in the fourth novel of the original work, which involves the plot of "Seven Betrayers".The final villain in the novel is Fyodor's companion when he mixed in with the "Seven Betrayers" in order to patch the server.

Jules Verne.

It's just that in the plot, his consciousness has already been usurped by his own abilities. As a person with abilities, he even actually killed Osamu Dazai once.After that, relying on the supernatural powers of Dr. Yosano, Dazai Osamu's life was saved.

What they want to do is also very simple.

It was just to let Mikhail, who used to be the military adviser of the "Seven Betrayers", reappear in front of the world, and let Osamu Dazai avoid that fatal knife by the way.

As for the wonderful chemical reaction between Mikhail, who has the same face as the devil, and the rescued Osamu Dazai, he is very much looking forward to it.

I don't know if I will be lucky enough to see Osamu Dazai's version of the pupil earthquake.

Shuji Tsushima lazily turned over on the tatami mat, turned his belly up comfortably, and kept mumbling his lips as if talking in sleep.

Turned into a cat, he can do nothing all day long.After staying in Fukuzawa Yukichi's office enough, the milk cat staggered to Osamu Dazai's desk again.And messed up the files on Kunikida Doppo's desktop for the second time today, and the man whose plans had been ruthlessly disrupted couldn't help but let out a frenzied roar.

In addition to yesterday's first meeting, Shuji Tsushima disrupted Kunikida's plan three times in just two days.In exactly the same way every time, he ran quickly across his desktop, letting neat documents fly all over the sky.

After all, pit partner is Shuji Tsushima's own skill.

After that, the black milk cat tossed about himself in the past time period.He meowed and scratched Osamu Dazai's camel-colored windbreaker, stretched out his sharp claws, and crawled all the way to the top of Dazai Osamu's head just like yesterday.

That curly hair was an excellent cat litter for him, and the black cat that climbed up on top of the young man even started the behavior of stepping on the milk that only cats would do when they felt at ease, tossing Osamu Dazai to the point of suffering.

After forcibly holding the cat down, the other party will show an aggrieved expression.Once he let go, he would crawl back to the original place again, sticking out his tongue to comb the black hair as if it were his own.

He completely regarded Osamu Dazai as his younger brother, trying to mark him with this behavior.

Until the normal off-duty time, Osamu Dazai has been enduring the harassment of this milk cat who likes to cling to him after leaving the president.In the end, he simply gave up the treatment, lay down on the table and pretended to be dead, and let the other party do whatever they wanted.

The dull footsteps stopped at the door of the detective agency. Generally speaking, the client would not pick this kind of off-duty time to come.And the lock of hair exposed through the crack of the door also confirmed that the intention of the visitor was not the case.

"Sorry to bother you, did you see Mr. Actor? He disappeared again." The cautious young man pushed open the door and stepped into the detective agency with hesitation.He bowed slightly, as if sorry for his interruption.

"I forgot to introduce myself yesterday. My name is Sigma... Is Mr. Actor here?"