Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Even though he has experienced too much and witnessed countless incidents that ended in tragedy, Edogawa Conan still cannot accept that a fresh life has passed away before his eyes.

Family, this should be a word that heralds warmth, but now it has become a curse for Mr. Tosi's family.

In the beginning, because of his deep love for his late wife, he carefully managed a coffee shop that was well received in the neighborhood.Four years ago, a sudden change made Mikhail make the decision to leave, leaving the underage Fyodor to live alone as an artist.

It seems that since then, this family that has lasted for more than ten years has been torn apart.

No matter how bad a man's behavior is, it should be handed over to the law to judge his crime, not in private.What's more, this is not a solution to the problem at all, it just allows the sin to continue to breed and vent the pent-up anger.

The boy could completely feel the monstrous hatred buried in Fyodor's heart who ruthlessly stabbed the murder weapon into his father's chest.

He still couldn't accept the absurd reality that happened to Dazai Osamu, as the other's lover, Fyodor's hatred was only a little bit more.This emotion surging like black mud is too dirty, and has already broken through the limit that the young man can bear in his heart, driving him to do such unforgivable things as killing his own father.

Edogawa Conan was completely stunned on the seat, even though the warm blood splashed on the lens slowly slipped down, blurring his vision, the boy failed to make any reaction.

Old photos of the past flashed through his mind quickly, eroding his sanity, and he no longer knew how to face the facts.

Perhaps he shouldn't be surprised. Since Fyodor has been lurking in the organization for four years, and he is the leader of the Tomahawk who is as powerful as the Black Organization, his methods are absolutely unmatched by others, and he should not use them. The eyes I used to look at him.

He is a more dangerous figure than gin.

Mikhail's expression did not appear to be shocked, and the pain of his heart being pierced by a sharp knife did not even make him feel any emotion.The man doesn't need to turn his head, he can tell who is behind it only by his unique address and voice.

That was his youngest son, Fyodor, who had no relationship with Pandora in blood.In essence, I never really cared about the other party.

"Ready to escape."

"what?!"

Osamu Dazai picked up Conan Edogawa, who was still in a daze, and took advantage of the gap when Mikhail was stabbed and couldn't move, dragged the high school detective, who had shrunk to the size of a primary school student, and quickly left.

The advantage of a special wheelchair is that it is more maneuverable than normal.Even if you don’t count the various munitions hidden under the armrest, the rollers that are not narrower than motorcycle tires, combined with the track that is usually retracted into the fender, can also allow Osamu Dazai to easily run on various terrains.

The young man manipulated the wheelchair skillfully, holding Edogawa Conan tightly with one hand to prevent him from falling, and freed up the other hand to fasten the seat belt on himself, and said solemnly: "If that man is so easy to deal with, I won't suffer to this kind of time."

Even if he was surprised by the outrageous speed of Dazai's wheelchair, now is not a good time to express his admiration.

Edogawa Conan gritted his teeth, his eyes were still firmly locked on the coffee shop that was getting farther and farther away in his field of vision, his expression was ugly, "What's going on?!"

He didn't quite understand Osamu Dazai's behavior of leaving, why he left at the moment when Mikhail was pierced through the heart, and even used the term "escape for his life".

If everything that happened today was a long-planned revenge, Osamu Dazai's actions made the boy feel uneasy.Like a faint sign before a real storm, it always hits the tight nerves.

"To put it bluntly, I want to kill Mikhail." The curly-haired youth didn't make any cover up, and explained his intentions openly, without any sense of guilt for taking a life.

"Of course, with your character full of sense of justice, you will definitely not accept it. I didn't intend to ask for your opinion. This is a notice."

He noticed Edogawa Conan's unbelievable expression, and simply expressed his position, so that the boy could give up those unrealistic thoughts as soon as possible and recognize the extremely cruel facts.

In front of him was an escalator whose emergency stop button had been pressed by someone in a panic. Osamu Dazai, who had long been familiar with the internal layout of the mall, put down the specially made crawlers, leaned forward to control the wheelchair and rushed away without hesitation.

"Hold on firmly." The young man kindly instructed.

Accompanied by the boy's exclamation, the wheelchair, which was more ferocious than a chariot, rushed straight down, leaving the anxious scene at the fastest speed.

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Mikhail didn't care about the departing Osamu Dazai.

Just as a trainer has no fear of a bird disappearing after it has escaped from its cage, men have no such fear.

He ignored the severe pain spreading from his chest to all his limbs, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his expression was cold, "I see, I said why I haven't noticed your existence in this body for so long, it turns out It's gone from the very beginning."

"It's better to advise you not to move around. You and I are in a relationship of ebb and flow. As long as I live in this world for a day, your power will be disintegrated little by little until it is fully absorbed by me." Fyodor did not Any intention to strike up a conversation will automatically bring the dominance of the conversation back to her side.

He noticed the blood at the corner of the man's mouth, and pulled out the sharp knife mercilessly, so that the blood in the wound would lose its barrier, and quickly wet the homely clothes.

"That knife uses a special metal, which can inhibit the ability of people with supernatural abilities to activate. Now you are not the only one who can use the group of demons."

"Heh..." Mikhail sneered, his face paler than before due to blood loss.

The fact is that, as Fyodor said, his ability has been weakened by several levels compared to its heyday, and the ability of the group of demons has also been transferred to the young man unconsciously.

Just like the cruel continuation of life in nature, once Fyodor inherits all of him, he who has completed his mission will come to an end.It's just that this process has been reduced to a very slow level under the interference of external forces. Fyodor now obviously wants to speed up the process, so as to eliminate himself from the root.

He had waited for this day for too long, even if he knew what his lover was suffering, he could only forcefully swallow the pain and anger.

Mikhail turned around with difficulty, double vision faintly began to appear in his eyes, and even his tone of voice was difficult to maintain the usual elegance, "I am the personality built by that person's obsession with his lover, and you are mine. Since derivatives are all substitutes, there is no need to fight these useless competitions, right?"

"At least I won't be so shameless as to shoot someone else's lover."

"You are more like him when you have no feelings." The man uttered a meaningful sentence, trembling and stroking the chest cavity that was continuously gushing blood, and the warm and bright red liquid covered the entire palm.

"Sure enough, it's completely different. You are too, and so is Dazai, but it's just a stranger with the same face and name." He staggered, and in order to stand upright, he could only support the table beside him, pressing more than half of his body weight on the table. on one arm.

"For him, you are together like this, it is some kind of sad and illusory spiritual comfort."

Pandora's Actor, the man whose antics and pompous behavior concealed his madness, was essentially a drowning man clutching at the last straw.

He is far from being as indifferent as he has shown. During this endless journey, he is thirsty for the last hope that can lead him to death, but he retains the original tenderness that belongs to Osamu Dazai.

It is this kind of person who fascinates him so much that he can give up everything about himself, and it is also this kind of person who created himself who instinctively loves Osamu Dazai.

"That's enough, don't talk about these meaningless nonsense anymore." With a cold expression, Fyodor shook off the blood on the blade, and the splashed dark red liquid drew a picture of hell called death on the ground.He stared at the man in front of him whose face was exactly the same as his own, and pointed the blade at his throat this time, "What is the last word?"

"You seem to have overlooked something." The man who lost a lot of blood moved his shoulders slightly, as if he was trying to hold back something, but there was a sarcasm on his cheek.

"You are my child. Mind, character, strategy, everything comes from me. What gave you the confidence that what happened today is not within my plan?"

Mikhail smiled, madness blooming in his eyes.

A more deafening roar than gunshots sounded, and the flames soaring into the sky occupied his entire field of vision.The people who hadn't managed to escape from the shopping mall screamed and were blocked by the sudden violent explosion, and were besieged in the building full of gunpowder smoke and the pungent smell of mud.

"This is the beginning of the end."