Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

"Miyano!!!"

"It's a sniper! Close the curtains!"

Cold sweat spread all over Shuji Tsushima's forehead, and due to blood loss and pain, his rosy complexion, which had been rare for more than half a month, was once again covered with paleness.He grunted, and the blood with the smell of salty iron soon soaked the shirt on his chest.

Mori Kogoro looked unusually serious, changing his previous playful style.He rushed to Shuji Tsushima, who was lying on the ground, and kicked the sofa with his back to the window, barely acting as a temporary shelter.He clasped the young man's wrist hanging on the ground with one hand, and carefully lifted off the torn clothes with the other. He felt that the pulse of the young man was still beating rapidly but steadily, and his high-hanging heart fell temporarily.

The two criminal police who followed Mu Mu Shisan stuck to the base of the wall, stepped on a piece of broken glass, and quickly closed the curtains to block the light source and the sight of the sniper.

The second gunshot did not sound for a long time. Police officer Mumu held his breath, signaled his men to hold the guns, and immediately went to the roof of the opposite building.On the other hand, he connected to the internal line and arranged for nearby police officers to block the road section, trying to control the situation before the prisoner left.

"Hiss... I'm not dead yet, Mr. Mori." Crouching on the floor, Shuji Tsushima struggled to shake Kogoro Mori's hand away, twisted hard and tried to turn over, trying to stand up again in the dark room.For the time being, he let go of the hem of his clothes, watching the bright red liquid flow down between his fingers. The sticky feeling was nothing compared to the pain from his chest.

"Don't move!"

Mori Kogoro scolded him loudly for his actions, and after judging from the amount of bleeding on the front skirt that the injury was not fatal, he tore off the obstructing clothes.The bloody wound across his chest was forced to be exposed to the air, and the young man trembled irritatingly.

"The bullet grazed close to the ribs, but fortunately it didn't hit directly. But the wound was very deep, and it required debridement and stitches."

Even if the bullet was a little more crooked, the person lying here would already be a dead body.

After all, Kogoro Mori has been a criminal policeman and has dealt with homicides all year round. He has witnessed no matter how tragic the scene is, but this does not mean that he can remain indifferent to the injuries of his friends.

Shuji Tsushima's injury was not fatal. Strictly speaking, only the chest muscles were damaged.The ribs were vaguely exposed in the bloody mess, which looked particularly oozing.But the aorta was not damaged, and it brought him only continuous pain.

The bandages that were originally wrapped around the torso broke and scattered around, gradually piling up on the abdomen.While absorbing a large amount of meandering blood, the function used to cover up the body's past scars also disappeared.

"Hey, Miyano, what's going on with you boy?!" His attention had been captured by the bleeding wound before, and Mori Kogoro didn't notice until then that the young man's chest, which was almost covered in blood, was covered with various shocking wounds. scars.Just on the part exposed to the air, he could find no less than three traces of malicious abuse.

The burn marks on the shoulder after being scalded, the unevenness under the left rib after being damaged by corrosive liquid, and the sharp knife scars in a messy arrangement.

It is completely unimaginable that such a young man with a gentle temper and an exceptionally friendly attitude towards others, under the face favored by God so carefully carved, is enduring pain that ordinary people cannot understand.

Probably because he didn't expect his secret to be exposed suddenly, Shuji Tsushima made a rare gaffe for a long time.Uncomfortably, he tried to put the torn shirt back on, but every slight movement of his arm involved a trauma across his chest, and he could only mutter his mouth in the end, trying to evade the question.

"I've said it all, I was involved in a shootout in Yokohama a while ago..."

"I mean other old wounds!"

Shuji Tsushima suddenly lowered his head, avoiding Kogoro Mori's implicitly concerned questions.He squeezed out a strange laugh from the depths of his throat, and while the corners of his mouth twitched in pain, he inserted his free hand into the sweat-soaked bangs on his forehead, pretending to be deep and said: "Hmph... this is the medal of a soldier—— Pain, pain, pain!!"

Realizing that the other party did not intend to reveal the source of these scars, Maori also had no intention of forcibly questioning them.After all, everyone has some secrets that they don't want others to know, and the memories carried by those scars are destined to be too dark, Shuji Tsushima doesn't want to mention it, and he can't force people to be overwhelmed by pain.

He just watched the other party with a complicated expression and forcibly pulled out a comforting smile, and suddenly realized that although the two of them usually get along as friends, the other party's age is actually only five years older than Lan.It's just that he acts too prudently on weekdays, and it's easy for people to forget the fact that Shuji Tsushima is essentially a minor.

Mori Kogoro wiped away the sweat that gradually gathered around his ears, sighed, and only then did he have the attitude that an elderly person should have, "I'm relieved to see that you are still so energetic."

"Hey hey hey..."

Police officer Megure, who had finished dispatching the nearby police in an emergency, turned around with an extremely serious expression, and his frown did not relax because he saw that Shuji Tsushima was not in danger of life.The hand behind his back tightly grasped the communicator, his whole body was swallowed up by anger, and his teeth were gritted with anger.

He and Mori Kogoro looked at each other, and in the eyes of the other party, he also saw the anger that was about to spew out like magma, and said: "I have ordered people to seal off this area, but judging from the performance of the prisoner in the past, I'm afraid it will be very difficult. It's hard to catch him."

It's really just a little bit, the difference of a few millimeters of movement of the muzzle.A fresh life that hadn't even had time to bloom at its best age almost withered before their eyes.

"Miyano-kun is his next target. The prisoner will definitely not let it go. It is dangerous to stay here."

Mori Kogoro fell into deep thought. He did agree with his old boss's judgment, but after careful analysis, he took the lead in rejecting the decision to send him to Mihua Central Hospital, "You can't go to the hospital, the police department."

"There are too many people in the hospital. If it is said that the prisoner planned to miss a blow, wouldn't going to the hospital play into the prisoner's arms?"

A rare high-profile moment for a Maori detective comes only after someone close to him has been hurt.

Shuji Tsushima, who was put on hold for the time being, got up half upright when they were not paying attention to him, leaned on the sofa, and adjusted his breathing according to the method he had learned in Oda Sakuna.He silently listened to the arrangements made by the two professionals, and did not try to be overbearing.Although the pain spreading from the wound has not been relieved by half, it is completely within the range that he can bear without changing his face, but in order to perform the due effect, he has to pretend to be extremely weak.

Although it still hurts.

After a brief electric noise from the communicator, there was an overly excited report from the opposite police officer.He seemed to be having trouble calming down his beating heart, and his words were so excited that he almost broke his voice, with the faint sound of handcuff chains colliding back and forth as the background sound.

[Mumu Police Department!We have caught the murderer! 】

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The time is 1 minutes ago.

There is a warm spring breeze blowing on the street for no reason, and the crisp wind chime hanging on the window sill echoes the rustling of leaves, adding a bit of vitality to the too quiet afternoon.

Fyodor wiped away the rational teardrops from the corners of his eyes due to sleepiness, and under the cover of the computer screen, he stuck a few too thin transparent films on the tip of his right finger.He relaxed and leaned on the back of the sofa and stretched, but he suddenly stiffened before the movement was fully stretched.He closed the computer, walked to the store door with a puzzled look on his face, then leaned against the door frame, looked up at the blurry figure on the roof of the opposite building against the scorching sun.

Some dark metal objects can be vaguely seen, glowing with an unnatural cold light.

He squinted his eyes, trying to see the man's face clearly under the backlight, but it was in vain.

Fyodor pondered for a while, then abruptly called out his clerk and motioned him to come to him, "Kibe-kun, is that a sniper rifle?"

The clerk named Kibe blinked his eyes in confusion, but before he followed the boss's gaze and raised his head together, a dull sound that he had never heard hit his eardrum violently.There were customers in the store who were frightened and screamed. The sound was accompanied by the sound of glass breaking from overhead, which made it hard not to panic.

"Mr. Ishida!"

Unlike myself who was subconsciously frozen in place, the boss who first noticed the abnormality seemed to look up at the office on the second floor at that moment, and the tiny glass shards that were still falling were reflected in his pupils shrouded in worry. After that, it rushed to the opposite side of the road at high speed like an arrow leaving the string.Even if he had no time to avoid a car that was honking its horn, he just nimbly propped it up on the hood, rolled forward and landed safely, and went straight to the stairs leading to the top floor without looking back, throwing the driver Angry curses were left behind.

It should not be the skill that a rather thin person who has been nesting in the store all year round should have.

It was less than a minute before the criminal police who stayed at the Maori Detective Agency arrived, and it was hard for the gm account to feel tired after running all the way.Fyodor grabbed the black floppy disk that had been stuffed into his pocket in advance with his right hand, and threw it out while kicking open the roof door.

With a cold face, he ordered to the man who had just put away the sniper rifle: "Take this and leave, and immediately sneak into the police station according to the established route, and the rest will follow the plan."

"Yes."

The man who had just sniped Shuji Tsushima not long ago caught the floppy disk and carried the gun case disguised as a guitar bag on his back, without any hesitation about Fyodor's order.

There was nothing in the eyes of the middle-aged man, as if all emotions had been stripped away, and what stood here was just an empty shell that lost its soul, and could only make due actions according to the command of the puppeteer who manipulated him.

He slid all the way down the drainage pipe behind the building, and the car that was originally parked in the back alley with an empty driver's seat suddenly slid forward for a certain distance, revealing the cellar well covered by it.The moment the man landed, he jumped directly into the well whose cover had been removed in advance. While he was covering up the traces of his escape route and closing the manhole cover again, the unmanned vehicle slowly moved back to its original position again.

No one saw how he disappeared from the top floor in just ten seconds.

Fyodor put his hands in his pockets, stood where the sniper had originally appeared, stuffed the film covering his fingertips into a dark pocket, and waited for the sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor to approach.It wasn't until the iron door that he kicked open made another overwhelmed sound, and the black muzzle of the gun was pointed at him, that he evoked a smile of unknown meaning, and raised his hand very obediently as a gesture of surrender.

-

"... Mr. Police Department, can you wait for a while?"

Cold sweat gradually smeared along the hollows of the eyelids, and after condensing on the eyelashes, it sank into the bloodshot eyes from the pain.Shuji Tsushima blinked his eyes hard, trying to relieve the soreness coming from his eyes. He breathlessly called to Officer Megure, who was about to rush out, with a delicate expression on his face, "Is the so-called prisoner because of the color of his eyes? Between purple and wine red, about my age, a foreigner who doesn't look energetic?"

He took a deep breath, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, as if just trying to hold back the pain would exhaust his sanity.

Mu Mu Shisan seems to be wondering, but now is obviously not the time to pursue this issue.He connected to the communicator as he said, and asked about the two subordinates across the street, his face gradually filled with surprise, "How did you know? Could it be that you met the murderer before this?!"

"Wow..." Shuji Tsushima opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, but finally he let out an exclamation of unknown meaning.

Your Metropolitan Police Department is so powerful that you were able to catch that devil. Although it was as planned, the salted fish version is also a devil.

"This description...wait a minute, wouldn't it be—??"

Mori Kogoro was also taken aback by this kind of magical development. He managed to recover from his daze, and realized that Boss Ishida, who was always dragged by him to fight for drinks, was mistakenly arrested. It's Ishida-kun, Akira Ishida, the other owner of the coffee shop, you've got the wrong guy."

[Speaking of which, he did not bring a sniper rifle. 】The hesitant voice of another police officer came.

An extremely slight sigh came from the communicator, and the voice that was too familiar to Kogoro Mori sounded.

[I rushed here the moment I heard the gunshot, and all the customers in the store can testify. 】

Fyodor didn't panic about being caught by mistake at all, and justified himself casually.With a cold expression on his face, he was taken back to the office step by step along the stairs, and the cold handcuffs that bound his hands rattled with his movements.

[Miyano, is he alright? 】

"Anyway, your act of rushing out is too thoughtless!" Mori Kogoro snatched the communicator, and didn't tell him about Shuji Tsushima's injury immediately, but turned the volume to the maximum and roared He wanted to vent his already overwhelming worries, "The other party has a gun!"

One or two are not reassuring!

Mu Mu Shisan hurriedly went downstairs, and as soon as he went out, he ran into the man who was detained in the middle by two subordinates.His eyes widened slightly, and he was a little surprised that the other party had a Japanese name, so why did he have a foreigner's face.

Fyodor seemed completely indifferent to the weird eyes of the people around him, and calmly accepted the pointing and pointing of the crowd.The overly long hair at the temples was blown up with the breeze, covering his dark eyes, making it difficult to see the true emotions of the person involved.

The customers in the store who witnessed the moment he rushed out, as well as the driver of the car parked on the side of the road who kept cursing, confirmed his innocence.Officer Megure hurriedly undid the handcuffs, and apologized sincerely, "Mr. Ishida, I am really sorry that I mistaken you for a prisoner."

"It's okay, I'm just too worried about Miyano." Fyodor smiled politely, and rubbed his wrists pretendingly, making the guilt of those who had mistakenly arrested him even worse.

"The thought of him potentially getting hurt makes me want to drag the culprit out and feed it to the bears."