Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

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

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: what are you doing

Kind Russian rice balls: what what [catch cats.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: what is what, what is what what is [seeing through everything.jpg]

Well-meaning Russian rice balls: Okay, stop nesting dolls

Stopping the endless confusing behavior of the two, the gentle shopkeeper wearing a light brown apron temporarily ignored the chat interface and chuckled.

He crouched by the store door, scribbling on a small notice board with brightly colored chalk.A few stray cats that have been fed all year round and have become acquainted with each other lie obediently beside the young man, licking each other's hair and purring comfortably.They turned over from time to time, exposing their fragile and soft bellies, allowing him to reach out and rub them without any resistance.

Soon, a pattern similar to the newly launched desserts in the store took shape.With a string of cursive characters so regular that it looks like it was printed, it stands beside the wall full of green ivy, attracting the attention of passers-by.

It has been more than a month since that phone call with too much information. During this period, Fyodor still pretended that nothing happened and ran this coffee shop that became more and more famous.

According to the mood of the boss, new products are introduced from time to time every month, which makes Polo Coffee Shop always set off a wave of revolution in the dessert industry.Over time, "Polo" has become an influential brand.

It's a pity that the owner Mikhail is too content with the status quo, and has no intention of expanding the store or opening a chain store, which makes a group of shop assistants who worry about his development prospects anxious.

Fyodor was unimpressed by this.

After all, Yokohama still has to go through the baptism of a leading war. Before that, any act of expanding the industrial territory will be a dead end.The real golden period of development came shortly after that, when the dark world was completely controlled by the port mafia.

Even though Shibusawa Meiren died, he put the skull in the locker in Kosuge Yinkichi's office, but his ability to do things remained unchanged.

It is not a problem to blow up a Hong Kong and black building, let alone a small coffee shop.

As for Nakahara Chuya, a regular customer in the store, he was seriously injured after a fierce battle with Rimbaud. While recuperating, he had to reduce the number of visits to Poirot to zero.

In order not to worry the gentle and amiable shop owner, he just reported on the phone that he was safe.He excused himself by saying that he was busy during this time and could not come as scheduled in a short time.And Mikhail, who knew everything, still replied with his usual gentle voice, like an elder who genuinely cared about his children.

According to the script, Mikhail at this time really treats the future Hong Kong black conscience as his son.Whenever I see him, I can't help but think of Fetenka who has passed away for many years, and I can't help but want to treat him as well as possible.

It seems that in this way, the heart that is riddled with holes can get some comfort.

Of course, this section of content was strongly requested to be added by a bandage spirit with endless life and troubles. This kind of deliberate promotion of seniority can satisfy some of his evil tastes.

Fyodor did not object.

He and Shuji Tsushima are not as young as they look on the outside. Counting from the moment they have memories, 20 years of life in this world plus Fumino's eight years, the two have spent such a long time.If the age of the body is counted, it will go one step further and count the past that they have lost their memory together...

Let alone this age.

The breeze blows gently, rustling the vine leaves with fresh grassy fragrance.A few clusters of new buds emerging from the flower beds are also shaking slightly, swaying together with a few unknown light blue wildflowers.

Fyodor brushed a strand of hair that blocked his view behind his ears, took out the handkerchief he carried with him, and carefully wiped the chalk dust on his right fingertips.He placed the small blackboard by the door of the shop, took a few steps back, appreciating the fruits of his labor with satisfaction, and inadvertently landed on the flower shop on the corner of the corner of his eye.

A sneaky figure was hidden by the flower stand, and a conspicuous orange flashed through the gaps between the layers of fragrant flowers.

The young man raised the corners of his mouth, showing a helpless smile, and went back into the house pretending not to notice anything.

The temperature difference between inside and outside the store is large, and the thick glass doors effectively keep the heat out.Fortunately, the air conditioner was turned on enough to dilute the sultry air flowing into the coffee shop quietly attached to him, but it was not enough to make people feel chilly.

There was no customer ordering, and the clerk who was busy fiddling with molds behind the bar looked up and chatted casually when his boss came back.

"Master, have you heard? A few recent rumors."

"What is it?"

"Those illegal organizations... I heard that the sheep were destroyed, and Gerhard's security service seemed to be seriously injured. More than half of the members were killed or injured." He quietly moved to Fyodor's side, with a look of lingering fear on his face. , felt palpitations when such a horrible thing happened in his own city.Afterwards, he carefully looked around to make sure that no curious customers were eavesdropping on his conversation, then lowered his voice and continued to gossip: "It seems to be another masterpiece of the port mafia..."

The young man put the remaining chalk back into the glove cabinet, nodded thoughtfully, "Hmm...Gerhard, GSS, there is no way."

"The war ended too abruptly back then, and the country's aid was interrupted. These member security personnel who would only point their guns at the enemy had to step into the gray area in order to survive in the concession."

"???"

The clerk looked at the boss who suddenly started talking to himself with question marks on his face, unable to understand why he couldn't keep up with the rhythm when he raised the topic first.

On the other side, Hasegawa, a new employee who has not been employed for a long time, kept moving his hands, putting the buttered bread slices into the oven.Surrounded by a tempting milk scent, he pricked up his ears and silently recited every word the store manager said.

In addition to the daily communication language, any words of unclear meaning of Mikhail the Transcendent need to be sorted out and then reported to the superior.

This is his main task lurking here as an operator of the Supernatural Special Service Section.

"The background is changing. If you don't make changes, you will continue to maintain the original model and you will quickly perish. After all, people who live in the darkness enjoy protection but are unwilling to accept this dirt. The final outcome will not be too good. .”

"It's fine if you just hope for the light in the abyss, but you're just letting yourself struggle in pain." Mikhail seemed to have thought of something, and walked slowly to the bar, watching the air-conditioned ice wine barrel.He picked up a crystal clear distilled water ice cube with his bare hands, and let it erode his own body temperature, which was not very warm.

"It can't be like...." He shook his head, with a mocking arc on the corner of his mouth, deliberately omitting a name that made his lover worry about him, "I can't really embrace the sun, stick to my own in this world Standards, but unable to hide weaknesses."

The ice cubes melted, and water droplets fell down the young man's pale and bloodless fingers.Fyodor let go without warning, and most of the melted ice hugged the ground under the pull of gravity, but fell apart the moment they touched each other.

He stared at the scattered fine shards of ice, and muttered to himself, "It will be damaged as a chess piece."

A moment of silence.

The first person to break the increasingly dignified silence was the clerk who started the conversation by casually mentioning it.With a helpless expression on his face, he scratched his head in embarrassment, and said dryly: "I don't understand what you are talking about, manager..."

Fyodor glanced at him, but said nothing.

At the same time, with two salaries in hand, Hasegawa, an operator who belongs to the Supernatural Secret Service Division, pursed his lips, turned his back to Mikhail, and his expression added a bit of dignity.

Every sentence of the transcendent must have a special meaning, and he needs to ponder it carefully.

The first half of the sentence is easy to understand. It is nothing more than explaining the transformation of GSS, why it has changed from a legal security company to an illegal organization like it is today, making dirty money in the gray area.

Their work requires chaos, and as long as chaos exists, so-called security personnel need to exist.But the war ceased, and the countries signed the armistice agreement, and they, who had strong financial support, were mercilessly abandoned.

Just like a lonely cruise ship that can never dock, drifting aimlessly on the sea.Facing the huge waves, if you don't want to sink here, you can only force yourself to make changes.

Simply waiting for the mercy of God, the work received cannot allow the huge organization to survive.As a result, they can only stir up the muddy water themselves, and use their own armed forces to force one organization after another to form an alliance with the GSS.

As for those who are unwilling to cooperate, they become the targets of hunting.

In the second half, Mikhail seemed to be alluding to someone.

A certain person who can only survive in the dark, but abides by the principles of righteousness, is finally caught by someone's weakness, and is suspected of being used to the point of being smashed to pieces.

Who would such a person be?

Could it be that he himself...

Fyodor sat back in the high chair after deliberately uttering a series of lines that disturbed his vision.He closed his eyes against the clerk's bewildered gaze, seemingly lost in thought, and secretly opened the chat interface.

As expected, Shuji Tsushima tacitly waited for him to finish his performance before sending a private message.

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

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Zhongya is also on your side

Good-hearted Russian rice ball: It hasn’t arrived yet, I don’t know how to explain to Mikhail about joining the Port Mafia, and now I’m wandering in front of the flower shop on the corner of the street

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: After all, when the first generation went crazy, it caused too much damage to the city, and even the people of Yokohama have lingering fears.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Then, what Mikhail hates the most is meaningless disputes, but he joined the evil organization without telling you

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: It must be very tangled~ I have embarked on the most annoying path of the elder character I care about the most, are I still eligible to meet, and what should I do~

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: Zhongye is so entangled that even the newly printed "Zhongye who refuses to admit defeat this week" put it in front of him didn't blow his hair.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: hee hee hee

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: So, is the puzzle of the century solved?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Absolutely—none!

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Damn, there are secrets about Hong Kong gangsters that I can't find out!It seems that there are not enough hidden stakes placed inside, and they were prepared when the old man was in office.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: Mori Ogai will think you want to usurp the throne if he finds out.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Whatever, I must defect when the time comes

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: I can't find out who matched the chocker for the little man, so I'm not reconciled [打地.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: Could it be Miss Hongye?Or is it Mr. Mori's young girl? !Ahhh—the only people who are qualified to prepare are the current cadre level, and I am not familiar with any of them except the chief.What's more, except for the daily red and green in the official week, the rest of the clothes are damn tasteful, damn it!

Kind Russian rice ball: After all, she is the only woman in Hongye Gang Hei's high-level executives, but the general settings in the doujin are given by you.

Kind Russian rice ball: Of course, if you have to be serious, it is Chunhe

Kind Russian rice ball: Also, reflect on it, as the official son, you are not qualified to be lemon essence

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: ... I can't refute it at all [Sluggish.jpg]

……

After the chat that didn't take much time, they returned to reality.

After the non-stop second hand turned around again, the clerk who recalled what he wanted to say at the beginning shook his head suddenly, and said in a helpless tone: "Really... are you not worried about Mr. Zhongyuan, manager? If I remember correctly, he is too. Members of the sheep haven’t come for a long time.”

"His words are now at the door." Fyodor raised his head slightly, pointing to the door with the bell hanging, "Look."

The clerk followed his gaze.

As far as the eyes can see, an overly familiar figure keeps wandering, hesitating not to enter the house, and covering most of his figure with the edge of the door frame.

The orange-haired boy was poking his head out cautiously, observing the situation in the store, and when he realized that he had been exposed, he froze suddenly, not daring to move at all.

The action is extraordinarily guilty.

Fyodor waved his hand and spoke with a suppressed smile.

"Long time no see, Mr. Zhongyuan, would you like some oat milk?"