Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The skinny young man stood among the overgrown withered forests, wearing the oversized overalls that were too white after washing. The poor quality fabric was stiff, and it made his skin that didn't see the sun often tingle.

The faint blue moonlight traced his silhouette in detail, leaving a halo of cool light around the edge.The shadows, which are so thin that they are hard to distinguish with the naked eye, are constantly changing with the movements of the young man. The sound of deliberately suppressed panting and the sound of the fresh soil being dug open echoes in this inaccessible wilderness.

Fyodor felt a headache.

He panted to relieve the constant oppression in his lungs, and rested for a while with both hands on the handle of the shovel.

Now he is wearing a suit of dirt-resistant work clothes that he deliberately changed. The cloak and clothes originally belonging to the devil are properly put away.

The value of the player number on the main body is completely incomparable with that of the administrator number. In addition, the devil is designed to be a sick person, and things like physical labor should not be handled by himself.After solving the matter related to the rat in the dead house in Russia, Fyodor contacted Tatsuhiko Shibusawa in Japan as planned, and crossed the ocean to set foot on the land of Yokohama again.

Of course, this time it was by smuggling.

Not long before Shuji Tsushima's 15-year-old story, on the edge of Yokohama, in a poor orphanage, Ryuhiko Shibusawa, who played cats wrongly, fell into a pool of blood and completely lost his voice.

He believed the intelligence of the well-meaning Russians, but ended up being scratched to death by the furious big cat.

Afterwards, his body was disposed of by the headmaster, hidden from all the children in the courtyard, and buried in a barren forest near the orphanage.But Shibusawa Ryuhiko's ability itself inherited the will of the main body, forgot the truth of his death, and left his burial place in a daze.

He will continue to wander around the world as Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, cooperating with the Rat of the House of Death, filling the gaps in the collection room with crystals of supernatural powers one after another, and pursuing the only thing he has dreamed of.

Then his skull will be pinched and exploded by his own angel.

Fyodor clenched the handle of the shovel again, lighted a candle in his heart, and mourned for Misashi Shibusawa for three seconds, before continuing to dig the grave without conscience.

He needs to get Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's skull out, it is a necessary prop for the future DEADAPPLE dungeon, and he can't just rot in the ground like this.

A flock of crows with jet-black feathers hovered high in the sky, and a few sporadically landed on the treetops, watching every move of the people on the ground with their eyes that could not see any emotion.

The shovel hit some obstacle and made a dull sound.

A dry and hoarse cry sounded, and a few crows took the lead in flapping their wings, swaggeringly approaching the busy teenager.The deep-colored fluff inadvertently fell on Shibusawa Ryuhiko's bloodless cheeks, next to the three hideous wounds, and easily blended with the dried black blood.

Fyodor sighed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and dragged Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's already stiff corpse out of the pit with great difficulty.

The body covered with anemia, weakness, and various debuffs could even be described as weak. Dragging an adult was too exhausting. He simply sat on the ground to rest, and took out a folding knife from his pocket that he never left.

In the night, a cold light flashed, and the crows who were keenly aware of the murderous intent did not dare to stay too long, and fled in all directions.Only the black fluff that fell in a panic was left, riding the breeze, and falling down, like a black snow.

The light of the knife stagnated between the neck of the dark brown-stained corpse, as if hesitating how to strike.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, exerted a slight force with his fingertips, and the sharp blade quickly split the opponent's fragile skin, revealing the well-organized texture underneath, but he never made any further movements.

And there wasn't any blood oozing out.

Fyodor was silent for a long time, raised his head, and let the moonlight watching all the evil happen fall into the depths of his pupils.He used Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's relatively clean corner of his clothes as a rag, wiped the blade of the jackknife that had touched the corpse, and put it back in his pocket.

Ok, here comes the problem.

How could he take out the skull of a corpse that had just died not long ago, and at the same time remove all kinds of organs inside?

After all, he didn't have the slightest desire to touch eyeballs and brains.

-

At the same time, Shuji Tsushima was lying down quietly in the medical department of the Hong Kong and Black Headquarters.

His eyes were empty, staring at the pale ceiling, and he clasped the heavy steel wristband on his right arm.After that, it was quite difficult to hold the bandage in his mouth to fix it, and his busy left hand continued to circle it, completely covering it under layers of bandages.

A normal person wouldn't put such a weird thing on his body.

After wasting five rolls of bandages by the bedside, Shuji Tsushima was ready.He patted his arm that looked like it had just had a cast with satisfaction, closed his eyes, and lay back on the bed in the medical department.

Hong Kong and black are still in a difficult period of financial turnover, and cheap hospital beds will naturally not be very comfortable, but Shuji Tsushima doesn't care about these problems.

After successfully receiving a flying slug kick on Leibo Street, he perfectly interpreted the first encounter between the two blacks according to the script.Even when confronting Zhong Ye, he resisted not fighting back based on his own experience, playing the role of a weak suicide maniac.

After all, in terms of combat experience, the Central Plains at this stage is not as good as myself.However, he has the blessings of abilities and physique. If he is hostile to Osamu Dazai, who has been dissatisfied with his HP bar all year round, if he does not let go of his hands and feet and fights seriously, it is difficult to easily judge who will win and who will lose in the end.

Until the sudden appearance of the previous leader controlled by Lantang interrupted the confrontation between the port mafia and the sheep, and the violent explosion caused everything around to be blown away.Shuji Tsushima pretended to be stunned by the shock wave, closed his eyes peacefully, and let the members of Hong Kong gangsters take him back to the headquarters.

Even though it took three episodes to tell the plot in the original anime, this is still the deleted content. Many lines in the novel have not been shown, and even the mode of fighting Lantang has been changed.In fact, only two days passed between Osamu Dazai and Nakahara Chuya's encounter, and the first time the two joined forces to resolve the battle.

The hands of the old clock were ticking, which was too harsh in the silent medical department, disturbing the sleep of the injured.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and there were less than a dozen hours before the end of Osamu Dazai's scene.

He was a person with a shallow mind, and after being forced to separate, he lost the familiar embrace, and it was too difficult to completely relax and sleep.

Shuji Tsushima, who has no love from his companions, pulls up the quilt that exudes the smell of disinfectant water to cover the corners of his raised mouth. At the same time, he opens the private chat panel, frantically harassing his lover who is doubting his life.

After all, Fei Jia was lonely even in the wilderness.

[Private chat with "Kindly Russian Rice Ball"]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Didi, here is a bandage, here is a bandage, call Fantuan, you are already surrounded, give up the meaningless struggle and catch it! [dog head.jpg]

Well-meaning Russian rice balls::)

Kind Russian rice balls: [Shibusawa Tatsuhiko.jpg][Shibusawa Tatsuhiko’s face close-up.jpg][Panoramic image.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: ...Wow

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Fei Jia, you have learned badly! !Post ghost pictures in the middle of the night!

Good-hearted Russian rice ball: Shuji, what nonsense are you talking about, this is clearly the Shibusawa beauty you have been thinking about [呵.jpg]

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: but dead.

Kind Russian rice balls: [The smile of river eel.jpg]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: Hey - this rice ball is stuffed with sesame seeds, I can't take it anymore, let's break up, I want to break up!Break up for 3 minutes!You are deliberately greedy that I didn't light up the living Shibusawa beauty guide!

Kind Russian rice ball: Hmm, but before that, help me to see how to cut the knife. A demon at this age is a bit reluctant to cut off the neck of an adult.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Ha, are we familiar with Mr. Mentosyevsky!

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: You, who want to destroy Yokohama to get the book, and I, who is the leader of Hong Kong gangsters with a knife, have opposite positions.

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Okay, Mentos has surrendered to the enemy, come and help

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Huh... There is a solution tomorrow morning, but I deliberately pretended to be embarrassed there

Shuji Tsushima snorted softly, curled his lips, and buried himself deeper in the bed, not paying any attention to Fyodor's request for help.

He wasn't afraid of those bloody and horrific photos, it was just too boring, and he wanted to find some topics to relieve the boredom of being forced to follow the plot.Perhaps for ordinary people, facing the dead body is too scary, but Shuji Tsushima, who treats all this as a game, accepts it well without any undue fear.

After all, both he and Fei Jia had already become famous.

-

Dusk is not the time of the day when the Poirot Coffee Shop has the largest flow of people. After the off-duty rush, there are very few customers who stay in the shop for dinner.

The color of the setting sun is more and more similar to the color of the store, and the dim wall lights are on, dragging out the shadow of the slender man sitting obliquely behind the bar.The wooden bran cup placed in front of him has not been touched at all, and the half-cut strawberries on the top have lost their luster, obviously no longer fresh after a long time.

Mikhail rested his cheeks halfway, his gaze stayed on the retro-style clock directly opposite, and tapped on the table with the frequency of the continuous rotation of the second hand.

The person who originally made an appointment couldn't wait for a long time, which made this transcendent, who could be regarded as a hermit, feel a little worried.

He knows that as the leader of the sheep, it is difficult for the other party to have fixed leisure time, but he will never miss the promised things.Like today, out of care for the familiar junior, Mikhail borrowed Meles' intelligence network to investigate information about Huangbatu, and made an appointment to hand over this part of the content to him today.But until the minute hand passed the agreed time several laps, Chuya Nakahara could not be seen.

He didn't want to admit that the bitter feeling that gradually spread in his heart was called fear.

I don't want to bear the pain of losing everything again.

At least in the script, the psychological activities of Mikhail's character set at this moment should be like this.

Both accounts are in Yokohama, which didn't confuse Fyodor's senses. He was inferring the current plot progress based on the angle of the sunset in the store.Counting the time silently in his heart, he pretended to be nonchalant under the concerned eyes of the rest of the shop staff, and got up to make a cup of coffee for himself.

Comforting words were not effective in cheering up Mikhail, the shopkeeper. At this time, the shop assistants tacitly let him be alone and quiet.

The moment the subspace was completely opened, Mikhail, who was far away in the Poirot Cafe, shook his hand abruptly, and the smile that had been hanging on his face all year round disappeared.

The bone china mug full of coffee fell to the ground, and with a crisp cracking sound, the delicately shaped coffee mug shattered into pieces in an instant.The scalding brown liquid splashed onto the young man's trouser legs, soaked through a thin layer of fabric, and burned his extremely pale skin.

The young man seemed unaware of this, the corners of his mouth were straightened, and the expression under the mask was gradually covered by solemnity.

Not long after he joined the job, the clerk named Hasegawa flinched slightly.

Ordinary people may not be able to understand it, but he, who is a member of the Supernatural Special Service Section, can understand that Mikhail exudes murderous aura at that moment.Even though this chilling killing intent wasn't aimed at him, but was only inadvertently affected, it made him sweat profusely, and at that moment he even lost the ability to breathe.

Who made this ancestor angry?

Normally, the clerk's obviously professionally trained performance is enough to attract Mikhail's attention, but at this moment he has no time to take it into consideration.He randomly pulled out a tissue, roughly wiped off the coffee that had spilled on the back of his hand, put on a windbreaker that he seldom used on weekdays, and walked straight towards the door of the store.

"The store manager?"

With a wink, the clerk who hurriedly took out the ice pack stopped him.

The young man paused slightly, as if he finally remembered that he still had a group of shop assistants waiting for his explanation.Mikhail tried his best to maintain a relatively stable voice, rejected the clerk's kindness, and said without looking back: "I have something to go out, and the store will be left to you." Finally, he finally remembered Remembering that he should put on a gentle mask, he added belatedly, "I'm sorry, I need your help to clean up here."

Then he strode away from the area, leaving several shop assistants looking at each other in blank dismay.

There is still some residual heat left on the seat where the young man stayed before, and on the bar above that, the solitary wooden chaff cup looks very lonely.

-

The battle with Lantang was more difficult than expected, and what made Zhongyuan Zhong unhappy was that they won because of the plan of that suicidal maniac.

Pain is no stranger to him as the leader of the sheep, but this time the injury is much more serious than any previous one, and it may take a lot of time to recover.

This will worry the gentle shopkeeper again.

Shuji Tsushima, who had finally finished the plot, stood aside, and slowly let out a mouthful of turbid air. When the wound across his chest was involved, he was so painful that he stopped breathing.

Although the injuries inflicted on him by the former leaders were not as serious as those in Zhongyuan, who was the main force in the battle, and did not hurt his lungs, the flesh and blood that had been turned upside down looked horrifying, and it was inevitable to go back and sew dozens of stitches.

Recalling the process of Fei Jia sewing stitches for him when he stole the leader's name a few years ago, Shuji Tsushima couldn't help shivering.

Strange footsteps stopped not far from the shipyard.

The uneasiness of being locked on by people's eyes was overwhelming, and after the subspace subsided, the footsteps covered by the gusts of sea wind could not escape the ears of Nakahara Chuya.

There are others around!

"who is it?!"

Even though he was seriously injured, Zhong Yuanzhong's perception of hostility remained undiminished.Enduring the pain of broken ribs, he turned his head violently, controlled a piece of gravel the size of a fist with gravity, and rushed straight to the edge of the shipyard not far away.

This is not good news for the two teenagers who have just experienced a big battle and have little physical strength left. They are no longer able to fight anymore.

In a daze, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw a familiar black and white half-and-half mask appearing in the gap of the ruins. When he was shocked, his expression went blank for a moment.

Wearing such a unique mask to wander around, looking at Yokohama, there is no one else except the powerful shop owner.

"...Mr. Mikhail?" Zhongyuan Zhong was also taken aback, and the red light wrapped in the gravel dissipated.He swallowed a mouthful of blood foam with difficulty, and refocused his blurred vision.

As far as the eyes could see, there was no one except Lan Tang's body.

"No one... Could it be an illusion?"

He muttered to himself, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught Osamu Dazai's abnormality.

Although they had only met each other not long ago, Osamu Dazai, who had always acted with ease, was uncharacteristically at this moment.His fingertips trembled slightly, his breathing was messy, as if he had seen something too terrifying.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai did not answer, but just stared at the end of the ruins for a long time, his eyes gradually drifting away with the endless coastline.

His pupils were filled with thick fog that would never melt away, and there was no room for any light to fall.