Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

For detectives, observing all kinds of small details around them has long been a subconscious move.So when Edogawa Conan discovered the strangeness between the two, the chaos that surged like a wave instantly deprived him of his ability to think rationally.

He couldn't be mistaken, the rings at the root of the ring fingers of the two were matched rings, and their behavior was much more intimate than ordinary people.The complexity and forbearance revealed in Dazai Osamu's eyes are too obscure, for those who are familiar with his character, it is easy to see the reluctance of the young man.

Neither Fyodor nor Dr. Mori wanted to mention the current situation of Dazai Osamu. He, who could only vaguely know that the other party was not dead, also buried a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

It wasn't until the uneasiness that clung to the bottom of his heart like a bone maggot really turned into reality that Edogawa Conan understood what absurdity was, and his fingertips felt unnaturally cold.

What is this all about?

Fyodor hid his anger very well, and Mikhail, the store manager who had been away for four years, and Dazai Osamu, who was in a wheelchair, wore wedding rings.In addition, four years ago, when I came to Yokohama for the first time, I saw the woman in mourning who claimed to be Fyodor's mother at the social level. Her face was exactly the same as Osamu Dazai.

The conclusion is already clear.

Mikhail shot his son's lover because Osamu Dazai looked exactly like his former wife.

This kind of plot that even the eight o'clock TV series would not dare to broadcast, unexpectedly appeared beside me.

Now that his identity is known by more people, it is no longer Conan Edogawa's primary concern.He followed Mikhail to the top floor of the shopping mall in a daze, all kinds of possibilities of denying the reality he saw flashed in his mind, but there was always new evidence adding to this dramatic reality and destroying the boy's sanity.

He couldn't accept that this fact about ethics and morals was too ironic, and it shouldn't appear here anyway, on someone so close to him.

The man pushed the wheelchair to the top floor of the shopping mall familiarly, chose an elegant and secluded corner to sit down, and arranged the inconvenient Osamu Dazai very considerately, and unfolded the menu in front of him.

"What would you like to order?"

"... I can do it." The young man shook his head slowly, his expression was gloomy, as if he had no opinion.Due to inconvenient legs and feet, he did not sit on the original seat in the store, which instead attracted the attention of many people.

"Don't drink coffee all the time. I heard that this newly launched matcha milk green tastes good. How about this?"

"You decide."

Obviously it was a very common picture of getting along, but Edogawa Conan noticed the oppression of the atmosphere and the barrier between the two that was invisible to the naked eye.

Osamu Dazai was not voluntary in this relationship.

The young man settled down, tried his best to bring his attitude back to the usual one, and deliberately used different titles of seniority to ask: "Well, why brother Dazai is in a wheelchair, can you tell me, Uncle Mikhail?"

He failed to get the answer from himself, but now it is the best way to test Mikhail.

"If possible, I would still like you to call me Mr. Mikhail, and it's the same for Dazai." The man put down the menu, saw through the other party's petty intentions at a glance, ignored the temptation at all, and reminded with a raised corner of his mouth.

Edogawa Conan: "..."

It's kind of a signal.

He thought that with Mikhail's character, he would try to avoid talking about such things that couldn't be put on the table, but he didn't expect that the other party had no intention of covering up.Hearing his tone, he even felt that his behavior was justified.

The man's smile became worse, and after handing the menu back to the waiter, he covered Dazai Osamu's hand that was placed on the table openly, and shook hands with him, "For you who wanted to be a detective since childhood, Dazai and I What's the relationship, don't you need to point it out?"

At that moment, the breath of the curly-haired youth almost froze, his face turned pale.

This kind of relationship was discovered by a child who once admired him, which made Osamu Dazai feel extremely embarrassed.Even though he has been forced to live with Mikhail for many years, and his neighbors and colleagues have accepted this relationship, it does not mean that he can continue to remain indifferent when he is discovered by his acquaintances.

Sensing Osamu Dazai's reluctance, his anger diluted the boy's rationality.He lowered his voice as much as possible, his eyes couldn't conceal the burning anger even through the lens, "Why did you do this?"

For a long time, most of the cases that Edogawa Conan has been in contact with have been murder cases, and he has rarely encountered similar situations related to coercive content.However, seeing the obvious reluctance shown by Osamu Dazai, it is not difficult to guess what is behind the ring that binds him, and what happened between him and Mikhail.

Osamu Dazai and Fyodor are obviously lovers.

"If you are still struggling with the constraints imposed on people by the world, such as ethics and morality, you don't need to." Mikhail's tone was quite mocking, completely different from his character when he ran a coffee shop a few years ago.Obviously his demeanor is as elegant as ever, but his words are extremely vicious, every word is like the sharpest blade, leaving a bloody scar on the heart of the young man beside him.

"Haven't you ever wondered why I look exactly like Fyodor?"

"...Why?" It was true that he had never considered this question in the past, Edogawa Conan looked solemn, and his inner premonition became more and more serious.

He recalled the woman in mourning four years ago.

"It's a clone, so that child is not my own son at all. From a genetic point of view, I am exactly the same as him." Without waiting for the boy opposite to sort out his thoughts, the man replied with a smile, stretching out his hand to stroke He stroked Osamu Dazai's dark-brown hair hanging beside his ears, feeling inexplicably satisfied with the magic.

He stared at the young man's face that had already been firmly engraved deep in his memory, and whispered softly, "It's the same with Dazai and my former wife."

Osamu Dazai, who had lowered his head, had a dull expression on his face, but the resentment that flashed in the depths of his eyes at that moment was caught by Edogawa Conan, who had only the appearance of a primary school student.

The boy didn't have time to think about it. Obviously, because of Mikhail's bad behavior, his blood pressure rose. He asked sharply, "Are you trying to say that there is no difference between a pair of twins with completely independent personalities?"

The man shook his head, "No, it's just that I don't care about these things."

"Then what about Brother Dazai's wishes?!"

No one could answer his question.

Gunshots without warning resounded in this enclosed space, and scorching flames bloomed in front of the young man's eyes.Osamu Dazai, who was originally indifferent, seemed to have changed his face, holding a special silver pocket pistol tightly, with resentment written between his brows.

I don't know who was the first to exclaim. People who realized that there was a shooting ran away screaming, and panic spread rapidly.The small shop that was full of customers quickly became empty, the seats collapsed in place, and only a few shop assistants who had nowhere to go hid behind the counter, and those who dared to poke their heads out to observe the situation were quickly dismissed. The person dragged back behind the shelter.

Mikhail, who was sitting sideways on the seat, tilted his head slightly, dodging the bullet that was heading straight for his face, and a dark light of unknown meaning flickered in the depths of his eyes.

"It's a pity, just a little bit."

The man smiled, unable to tell whether his real emotion was joy or anger, he held Dazai Osamu's wrist tightly, forcing his fingertips to move away from the trigger.

The glass window behind him was cracked like a spider web, and the cracks spread radially until the whole piece of glass was no longer clear and transparent, soon unable to support its own weight, and collapsed.

The unobstructed sunlight fell on Mikhail's back, outlining his slightly thin back, and even the edge of his hair was covered with a faint halo.

"You really hid it well. The bullet is also a special experimental product for people like me that I asked Sigma to find, but you chose the wrong target."

"Perhaps, you are indeed a very dangerous person. Even the government chose such a bad strategy to stabilize you, but I still don't want to give up." weapons, and strip away the false mask firmly worn on the face.

He didn't want to continue compromising.

"Whether you give up or not, is there any difference in your current life?" Mikhail sneered in a very contemptuous tone, his expression slightly cold.

Even though the pain from his wrist reminded Osamu Dazai of the pain of the tendon being severed by the man in front of him, he still refused to flinch a bit, and stubbornly raised his head.

"I really still want a brighter future."

The sharp blade pierced through the man's chest without warning, and the blood-stained tip of the knife gleamed coldly, leaving no time for the man to think.

"Then so."

A cold male voice sounded from behind him, viciously turning the angle of the knife that was submerged in his body, his nostalgic tone could not conceal the bone-eroding coldness.

"Long time no see, Father."