Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The moment the youth's voice fell, the space collapsed.

As far as the eye can see, the ancient scene of the castle, the countless light curtains suspended in the air, and the strange residents with blank eyes all over the whole town.Without exception, like thin and brittle glass, it shattered into stardust-like fragments with crisp and piercing noises. After the halo flickered a few times, it fell into silence like a fire.

The pitch-black bats danced and covered the sky, kissing everything they could reach.After that, a dim light was born in the pitch-black eternal night, followed by an overly weak and dull sound, like a heart locked in a box, beating with all its strength.

That burst of faint light suddenly spread, and in an instant, it became extremely dazzling.

Atsushi Nakajima moved the arm that was blocking his eyes, and opened his eyes tentatively.

"How is this going?"

He was stunned.

The dense fog cleared away, and the change of day and night was only in the blink of an eye. The warm sunshine shone down on him, scorching Atsushi Nakajima's face.

Mikhail... Can that man's superpower actually do such a thing?

The familiar dark red bricks and tiles came into view, behind him was the noise of the street, even if he couldn't use Tiger's sense of smell, he could still smell the salty sea breeze and the mellow aroma of the coffee shop.

It was the old building on the corner of the street where the Armed Detective Agency was located.

The sight in front of him was so familiar that his heart was pounding. Atsushi Nakajima took a step subconsciously and walked towards the old five-story red brick building. The moment his fingertips touched the wall, the touch felt as real as they Currently in Yokohama.

However, no one on the street noticed them. Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously wanted to avoid a passing mother and child, but was a step late because the child ran without warning.

"Look more clearly, Renhu." Ryunosuke Akutagawa stretched out his hand casually, blocking the passers-by beside him, and snorted coldly, "These are all illusions."

The hurried pedestrians didn't see them at all, they went straight through Akutagawa Ryunosuke's arm, and quickly walked away.

Unable to use supernatural powers, coupled with the most obvious abnormality of "Mikhail" in front of him, this young man who was concerned about his teacher had to endure it for the time being.

Even so, it doesn't prevent him from looking for opportunities to yell at this person who doesn't like it no matter how he looks at it.

"It's the memory, from me and Pandora, and it's the beginning of everything."

The young man who stood beside him for a long time explained that his body was wrapped in a pitch-black robe, exuding a faint smell of blood.

His expression was gloomy, he didn't mind the sight of needles on his body at all, and he took the first step into the elevator.

Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa had to follow behind. They could touch the buildings here, but they couldn't control them.Obviously, the only one who dominates this memory is the stranger wearing Mikhail's body in front of him.

The destination is the Armed Detective Agency.

Atsushi Nakajima was just puzzled at first, but after looking around the unfamiliar and familiar detective agency, his pupils suddenly constricted when he saw the "colleagues" sitting in their seats as usual.

"What's different..." He murmured, "This detective agency doesn't have Mr. Sigma."

People with supernatural powers are more or less problematic, and the Armed Detective Agency also confirmed this statement.

After coming to the detective agency for so long, Atsushi Nakajima's colleagues are all very good people, but their eccentric personalities are not a big problem.

If you want to say the most normal one, it must be Sigma who looks avant-garde and looks like he just came back from a rock band.

Aside from his natural hair style, he is the most approachable personality in the agency, and he is very good at leading newcomers.He is serious in his work, but not as strict as Mr. Kunikida. He is gentle enough, and it is easy to win the favor of the client. His main work is clerical.

Even Xiao Jinghua, who left the port mafia, under the patient comfort of the young man, smoothly understood the behavior style of the armed detective agency, and reluctantly overcame the concepts cultivated in the port mafia.

After that, Quan Jinghua performed several simple tasks and completed them well, which made Atsushi Nakajima, who was still worried, heaved a sigh of relief.

Then why is there no Mr. Sigma in the armed detective agency here?

Mikhail, to be precise, the man who borrowed Mikhail's body walked slowly into the detective agency, came to "Dazai Osamu" who was lying lazily on the table with his back to the window, and watched the hair on the top of his head. spin.He seemed to want to stretch out his hand to touch it, but in the end, he withdrew his hand that was stalemate in midair, as if he was afraid of sticking the smell of blood to Osamu Dazai in his memory, destroying this memory.

The "Osamu Dazai" here is obviously not the young man Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa are familiar with.

He was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker that stretched down to his calf, and the belt was hanging along the edge of the seat. He was lazy and snoring comfortably.

After Kunikida Doppo saw this appearance, he would yell at him to go to work, while "Dazai Osamu" would just transfer the documents and put them on the desk next to "Nakajima Atsushi", and continued to sleep on the desk, Unmoved.

"I used to stand against him in order to get the 'book', in order to create a world without sin, so I also intervened in many matters related to you. I almost destroyed Yokohama several times, but Dazai stopped them."

Obviously knowing that this is just a memory, but the two parties seem to be in the same space and different worlds.

The Russian youth looked at the lazy "Osamu Dazai" on the desk with a gentle gaze that no one noticed, but soon, this gentleness was engulfed by a more intense darkness, leaving only a dead silence.

He raised his head, and the figure of Osamu Dazai left from his pupils, looking at Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa who stood vigilantly in place, "He will train you because of this."

Atsushi Nakajima only felt that his brain was becoming more and more confused, and his tone hesitated, "But you said this is Pandora."

"It's him that's right."

The young man sighed.

"The experience of Osamu Dazai you know is just based on Pandora's own experience."

"The tiger is a signpost, and the 'book' is hidden somewhere in Yokohama. It is conceivable what kind of chaos this city will experience because of those who covet that power."

With Mikhail's turn around, the detective's scene began to become distorted, like a movie in which the fast-forward button was double-pressed, the screen jumped rapidly, and the sound became distorted.

Soon, the surroundings were replaced by dark alleys, and there was a faint sound of noisy police sirens, but in this narrow alley, everything seemed to be separated, and it was two worlds from the noise outside.

They saw a man with exactly the same face as Mikhail appeared. On the dilapidated sofa beside him was a set of police uniforms that had been replaced, except for the black cloak with white clothes and fringe collar. It shows that the identity of the man is not the same as Mikhail in the black robe.

It's Mr. Fyodor.

The chaos of the relationship between the four people is like a pair of lovers looking in the mirror, and each of them arranges and combines with the image in the mirror.In the end, only Mr. Dazai was hurt the most, whether it was Pandora's Actor or Mikhail, they were all malicious existences to his body.

Only Fyodor who assisted them was the one who really cared about Mr. Dazai.

But soon, Atsushi Nakajima found himself wrong.

He forgot the extremely important point. Just because the two sides had the same face, he ignored the fundamental difference between the Fyodor he knew and the "him" in this memory.

He is the man who temporarily borrowed Mikhail's body, and is the third existence with the same face.

The young Russian-born man with a velvet cap tightly in his hands raised his arms high as a signal, and piercing gunshots rang out, penetrating the body of "Osamu Dazai".

"Mr. Dazai!!"

Even though he knew that the young man in front of him was not his teacher, the identical face was still too confusing. Seeing the scene of "Osamu Dazai" being shot and falling, Akutagawa Ryunosuke subconsciously screamed.

Atsushi Nakajima also had a similar reaction, "No...this is Pandora, but──"

He couldn't even hear the conversation between the two in this scene, his brain was buzzing, and he was staring at the indifferent and almost heartless face of "Mikhail".

"As I said, we were enemies at that time."

The man's answer was equally indifferent. He came to the side of "Osamu Dazai" who was covering the gunshot wound on his abdomen, and seemed to want to reach out to help him, but the two sides could not touch each other.

The curly-haired young man with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth struggled to stand up, his eyes met with the unhappy-looking Fyodor in the air, and there was no affection in each other's eyes.

In the end, "Mikhail" also failed to support the young man who fell to the ground again.

He stared at the face of the other party who had lost too much blood and became paler, squatted down, and his fingertips lovingly ran over the gradually cold lips, but what he touched was nothing but nothingness.

"His name is Osamu Dazai, I am Fyodor Dostoevsky, we are enemies, we are the same kind, players on the other side of the chessboard."

The corner of the man's mouth curled up into a mocking smile. "Only not lovers."

The scene around me changed again, but this time, it was like rewinding the tape, and time flowed rapidly in the opposite direction.

The picture stays in the chaotic Yokohama for a while, and soon, the beluga whale soaring in the sky crashes into the bay, splashing waves tens of meters high in front of the eyes of the three people standing in front of many containers in the port.

Atsushi Nakajima saw himself fleeing on a parachute, with a miserable appearance after a fierce battle, and took a deep breath, "What's going on..."

"The combination is also one of the forces that offer a reward to you. In order to get the 'book' that can change reality, destroying Yokohama is the easiest way."

The man who claimed to be Fyodor actually answered seriously, completely different from the temperament he showed in the alley before, as if all the coldness had faded away, leaving only the approachable part.

"The white whale fell, and the little girl you rescued successfully joined the detective agency. He always arranged every detail, but he didn't think about himself."

The scene returned to the alley again. Osamu Dazai, who had been shot, had been sent to the hospital by his colleagues from the detective agency. Fyodor stood beside the unclogged blood, his eyes half-closed.

"And now, after the combination failed and disbanded, I came to Yokohama, who also wanted to get the 'book'. In order to solve the supernatural forces entrenched in this city, I took action against the armed detective agency and the port mafia at the same time, and killed the leaders of both sides. A virus-type ability that can only survive one side."

"Osamu Dazai took the risk alone to obtain information."

"This is also the beginning of my last game with him."