Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Perhaps every alley in Yokohama has a similar appearance, dark and cramped, filled with a musty smell that has not seen the sun all year round.

A well-fed orange cat with smooth fur was pacing, lazily passing by.Fragments of waste paper shells and wooden boxes were piled up next to the external unit of the air conditioner. Before it habitually jumped up, the wooden box moved half a meter close to the ground, making a harsh and piercing sound.

The orange cat was so startled by this sudden change that its tail exploded, its whole body tensed up, and it was ready to flee immediately if there was any trouble.

The black-haired youth poked his head out of the wooden box.

Fyodor has not been able to disappear without wearing the mask he is used to, revealing the horrific burn scars underneath.He rubbed the slightly sore back of his neck, flicked off the stains on the bartender's uniform, supported the rough wooden box covered with wooden thorns, and got out from the pile of debris.

He tore off the scar camouflage that had been put on in advance, and there were no horrible scars that were too obtrusive, and that beautiful face was completely revealed.

As planned, before Fyodor walked out of the store carrying the lunch box, the killer also made an excuse to go to the toilet and left through the window of the bathroom.He followed closely behind the shop manager, who was thin and had no combat power at first glance, knocked him unconscious and dragged him into a dark alley.

Afterwards, he disguised himself as the owner of the shop with his abilities, snatched the mask, carried the food box, and sneaked into the Melles branch building without hindrance.

Mr. Mikhail, the shopkeeper who pretended to be dizzy, was left alone and buried among the debris.

"The mask has to be recovered..." Fyodor muttered to himself, caressing the face that had lost its cover.

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As far as the Meles branch is concerned, the identity of Mikhail's shopkeeper is really useful.

The building with strict security is completely open to him, without any excessive interrogation, as long as he holds the special takeaway box from the coffee shop, he can go to every corner of the building at any time.

The killer disguised as the shop owner had arrived at the general manager's office as planned.He ignored the veiled and gossipy eyes of the staff along the way, closed the door, and put the food box in front of Kosuga Yinkichi with a smile.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Mihai—"

A cold light slipped from the cuff to his hand, and in the next second, Kosuga Ginkichi's movements froze, and the words of thanks were only half spoken before he lost his voice.His eyes widened and he clutched his throat in pain, but even that couldn't stop the blood from splattering from the ruptured artery.

Obviously successfully hit the target, but the killer suddenly sensed the violation, and his vigilance instantly rose to the highest level.

The blade didn't have the familiar feeling of separating flesh and blood, but it seemed to be cutting on some hard object. The amount of bleeding was so large that it splashed everywhere in the room, but he couldn't smell the familiar smell of rust.

The door of the compartment was pushed open, and Fyodor walked towards the two of them with a teacup in his expressionless face.

"It's better to advise you to stop."

The young and immature voice sounded, and the emotional fluctuations in the sentence were extremely weak, not at all as calm as he should be at his age.

Fyodor manipulated the player account, and put the bottomed black tea cup on the blood-stained desk, without any panic of seeing the murder scene.He dragged the office chair where Kosuge Yinkichi's "corpse" was located, and moved his mind slightly. The holographic projection system placed in a hidden place in the house was turned off, revealing the most realistic appearance.

The house was clean, all the bright red blood disappeared, and the original expression was frozen in disbelief, especially for the middle-aged man whose main artery was cut.He doesn't even have complete facial features, and his skin is not the color that ordinary people should have, but some kind of blue-green chemical compound, which looks quite creepy.

The killer was so startled by this change that his heart skipped a beat. He hadn't noticed that there was a third person in the house before, and he didn't even know when the boy in front of him appeared.

Fyodor was not afraid of the strange body at all. He held up the head of Ginkichi Kosuga, which showed its original appearance, and ran his fingertips over the broken neck, as if checking the damage of the puppet.

Fortunately, within the range that can be repaired.

He sighed softly, turned his head to look at the killer not far away and said, "The ability to maintain the puppet's activity is not so easy to repair. If it is broken too easily, I will have a headache."

"!!!"

The killer suddenly found that he couldn't move an inch, and his throat and lips were numb.Except for breathing, heartbeat, and eyeballs that can rotate at will, they can't feel the existence of any other limbs.

The medicine powder secretly sprinkled into the coffee, combined with the supernatural weapon buried in the lunch box pastry, and the sound gun for supernatural powers arranged in advance under the carpet in front of the desk, triple insurance, want to imprison a supernatural power A weak killer couldn't be easier.

"You talked so much downstairs, but now you don't say a word. You also have good killer qualities." Fyodor opened the bottom drawer of the general manager's desk, and took out several bottles of unknown liquid. After mixing it together, wipe it on the vacant part of Kosuge Yinkichi's neck, "Now what you are thinking is, Kosuga Yinkichi is indeed a famous old fox who is afraid of death, and even the coffee shop downstairs will not let go of installing bugs Chance."

"But I didn't do that."

The solidification speed of the mixed liquid was unusually fast. After the edges were trimmed and smoothed, he turned on the projection system again, and the intact Ginkichi Kosuga appeared in front of the two of them again.

Difficultly swallowing the universal antidote hidden between his teeth, the killer calmed down, deliberately delaying time, waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect.

His lips, which were about to lose consciousness, moved slightly: "...I didn't expect that Yinkichi Kosuga was such a young child."

"That's it."

Fyodor did not deny it completely, but replied vaguely.

He has no interest in being completely in front of the enemy. This kind of frantic delay of time and answering questions is completely an opportunity for the enemy to counterattack.But generally speaking, only the so-called "protagonist" can counterattack successfully, and this rarely happens in developments outside the plot.

What really freezes the man in place is actually some kind of supernatural weapon, which cannot be solved by antidote.

He approached the killer and reached out to take off the mask of the same style as Barnier's that belonged to him.Disgusted, Ginkichi Kosuga took out a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped the contaminated mask.

Mikhail, who was disguised by the killer, perfectly reproduced the "disfigured" appearance in the explosion.

Fyodor's eyes dimmed, and he whispered: "It really is."

"Your supernatural ability is to cover your body with phantoms, and you can pretend to be anyone. But it is very limited, and you must have a certain understanding of the prototype. Information such as habitual movements, micro-expressions, and special birthmarks, at least Only by knowing one of them can you succeed.”

The principle is similar to Junichiro Tanizaki's ability, but the range of action is far less than Miyuki's.

According to the intelligence known by the killer, the appearance under the mask of the shopkeeper Mikhail was destroyed by the explosion, so the appearance he transformed was also the same.But in fact, it was just a disguise put on by Fyodor in advance, but he reproduced it due to wrong information.

"What a useless superpower." The young man said with a mocking tone.

The time for the antidote to take effect has long passed. Realizing the real reason why he had missed so many killers before, the man's heartbeat gradually accelerated, cold sweat spread all over his face, and the suffocation from his chest completely swept him away.

"What the hell are you—?!"

The assassins who failed to assassinate Eunkichi Kosuge in the past were probably controlled by this boy's ability, and went back to kill the client instead.

Fyodor had a half-smile, and tilted his head to stare at the shocked Killer, "Not long ago I praised the cake I made, but I forgot it so quickly, human beings are really forgetful creatures, Killer gentlemen."

"Even that store manager is also a puppet..."

After all, he is a professional killer with a very high success rate. Even if the mission overturned due to lack of intelligence, the man quickly understood what Fyodor meant.

Whether it is Ginkichi Kosuge or the owner of the Poirot Cafe downstairs, I am afraid that they are all products of the supernatural power of the boy in front of him.According to the touch of the blade, it can be determined that the body of the task target whose neck was cut off by him is a kind of puppet.

The reason why a mere coffee shop owner can gain the greatest trust from the general manager of the Melles branch is now finally understood.

It's not a special relationship in intelligence at all, but because both of them are abilities manipulated by the young man hiding behind the scenes.No matter how powerful the supernatural ability is, there are certain limitations. It is difficult to maintain the state for a long time when manipulating two puppets with such realistic personalities at the same time.

As a result, Mikhail had to go to the top floor frequently, and the power master extended the use time.

"Hehe..." The young man smiled and acquiesced to his inquiry.

"There's one thing I've always been more concerned about." Fyodor's expression gradually became serious. He fiddled with the wound on his fingertips that he gnawed out. Blood beads flowed from the cracks between the nails and gradually spread all over the palm of his hand.

He suddenly brought up an irrelevant topic, like a teacher who explained to the students conscientiously, earnestly popularizing some knowledge points.

"The evaluation criteria for mentally handicapped people generally refer to substantial defects in the level of brain function, but they are also divided into several categories. There are many common causes, such as chromosomal abnormalities, intrauterine infections, toxic encephalopathy, and damage from foreign objects... …The reasons for this are very complicated.”

"The development of intelligence level is lower than that of ordinary people, which is usually called mental retardation, and severe damage to intelligence is called dementia." Fyodor's eyes stopped on the killer, without any warmth in his eyes, and he walked slowly towards being frozen The voice of the man in place was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"The so-called becoming an idiot means that the mind is destroyed and the brain suffers irreversible damage, or does it directly tamper with a person's chromosomes and destroy him from the root...?"

It was the whisper of the devil.

"Can you answer me this question?"

The young man's hand covered the killer's face very gently, passing through the burn scar created by the illusion, and his cold fingertips touched the killer's skin that was heated up due to panic.

Fyodor's eyes were empty and deep, as if his soul could be easily torn away by these pupils if he didn't pay attention.He looked at the other party's eyes that had been transformed from the surface, and his expression was neither sad nor happy.

Like a merciful god, bestowing the most merciful verdict on sinners.

At the same time, in an inaccessible dark corner of the poor street, dozens of magic circles of different sizes suddenly appeared in the sky, emitting dazzling light.They rotated slowly, gradually absorbing the mixed energy from all over the sky.

Birds fled in all directions, and swarms of rats rushed out of the sewers, scrambling to get out of here.Only the crowd who were in the poor street and couldn't escape in a short period of time stayed in place, watching the change in panic, fearing that it might be the precursor of another big explosion like Leibo Street.

Fyodor: "..."

His breathing was stagnant, and paleness gradually climbed up his face, as if something happened that was beyond his control.

The boy clenched his lower lip and turned his head to stare at the distant light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The kind of magic power fluctuations that are close to the soul and completely different from the way Wenye World's superpowers operate, if I remember correctly, it was him a few years ago...

The too dazzling light instantly stimulated Fyodor's vision to go blank.He subconsciously covered his face with his arms, and the violent roar was transmitted to the eardrum, accompanied by a buzzing in his head.

The system's private chat prompt flickered wildly.

[Privately chatting with the "humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit"]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: Feija Feija Feija wow wow wow wow wow QAQ! ! ! !

Humanoid self-propelled bandage: What the hell did you make out of it? ! ! [Pupil Earthquake.gif]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: [Video.avi]

The culprit Shuji Tsushima urgently took a video of the explosion center and transmitted it to Fyodor in the distance through the chat interface.

The dried sticky blood was all over the walls, and even through the screen, one could imagine the degree of filth in the air there.Several lifeless corpses were placed on a simple operating table, their limbs covered in abnormal bluish-purple.Many of them even had their chests cut open, and several important internal organs disappeared, leaving only empty skins.

There is no doubt that the opposite is a gang of organ smuggling.

Shuji Tsushima was also randomly placed on an operating table, with surgical instruments that had not been cleaned and were stained with blood beside him. He pretended to lose consciousness, and his breathing was exceptionally steady.

In the video, several gang members have grim faces, arguing fiercely about how to deal with the newly arrived goods.Whether to take out the internal organs directly as usual, or contact the organization of people smuggling, and use this boy who looks like he has been kissed by God in exchange for greater benefits.

At the same time, a brightly colored fruit candy fell out of the boy's clothes while he was placed on the sofa beside him.

The candy that wasn't wrapped in any plastic wrappers fell on the dirty floor, and soon rolled under an operating table, stained with the same color as it, and blood that hadn't dried up.

In the next second, the explosion swept everything in the video.

Fyodor closed the window, pursed the corners of his mouth, exhaled tremblingly, and rubbed his forehead with a headache.

[Private chat with "Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit"]

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Why do you still keep this failed product...

Humanoid self-propelled bandage: So, Fei Jia, can you explain what this is?

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage: Back then, I thought something was wrong. I didn’t bring it on purpose when I went to Odasaku. I didn’t expect it to be so lethal. Sure enough, you were jealous of him at that time! [Anger beat the table.jpg]

Well-intentioned Russian rice ball: But Xiuzhi, you picked it out [Innocent Face.jpg]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: I will be killed if I don’t pick out Oda, and then I have to read the file once with retrograde...

Humanoid Self-propelled Bandage Essence: Originally, I managed to sneak into an underground organization that smuggled organs today. When I wanted to destroy them, I was picked up by Mr. Mori. As a result, the supernatural weapon exploded when it hit the water.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: It exploded, it exploded!Can you feel it, Fei Jia?The smell of burnt meat is everywhere, and I haven't done anything yet. The people in this small organization are all dead.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: That is the explosion magic explosion, not a supernatural weapon in essence.

Well-intentioned Russian rice ball: But because converting the energy of different systems will consume the source, it is not cost-effective, so there is only one.

The chat interface did not refresh any new messages in a short period of time, only a small icon flashed next to Shuji Tsushima's screen name, showing "the other party is typing".After that, there was a burst of deletions, deletions, and revisions. In the end, the actual conversation that was sent was only a short sentence.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Hiss...a password, mentally handicapped goddess?Aqua blue?

Kind Russian rice ball: yes

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Wow, when did you carry me to the Crimson Devil?

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: Fei Jia, you... Forget it, originally your avatar is the type that can perfectly fit into the Crimson Demons, and I won't dislike it even in the second grade!

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Thank you?

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Even if you hold the skull of Shibusawa beauty in one hand, and hold a red and big apple that is unpalatable at first sight, stand back to back in the skeleton village and say, "I am wisdom, I am obstacle." , mental and handicapped are good friends'... I will definitely not despise Fei Jia!

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Only you want to do this kind of thing

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: Xiu Zhi, do you think that our in-depth communication at night will be put on hold for the time being, and I can't do anything with you in a short time, so you're gone?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: What do you want to do? [Sudden alert.jpg]

Well-Intentioned Russian Rice Balls: Nothing

Kind Russian Rice Ball: I have something interesting to share with you.

Fyodor clicked on the camera function that had not been used for a long time, switched to video mode, and pointed the virtual camera at another creature in the house.

That was a certain killer who was hit by the maximum power output ability of the fourth-level mental and handicapped. Now he has completely lost his ability to think, and his own ability has been released, revealing his original face.

He collapsed on the ground, his limbs twitched with difficulty, and he couldn't even control his facial muscles.The expression was dull, the eyeballs turned one to the left and the other to the right, almost rolled up to the whites of the eyes, and hummed some out-of-tone sentences indistinctly.

There is no doubt that this person is useless.

Even if it can't achieve the effect of instant death after reaching the full level, Fyodor's casual ability is much more serious than Shujima Tsujima's dementia from beginning to end.

It's never playfully retarded, but downright, destroying from within.