Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

It was only a short day to meet each other while we were busy.

As the protagonist of the dark thread, Shuji Tsushima needed to maintain his role for eight years, and he only had a rest in the two years from defecting to the port mafia to joining the armed detective agency.

Even so, the period of underground whitewashing cannot be completely idle, and it is inevitable to do something for the Supernatural Secret Service Section to offset the crimes he once committed.

The two lazily spent the short daytime in the small town on the edge of the sea in Aomori. Under the seemingly peaceful atmosphere of getting along, there was a trace of undetectable anxiety surging.

It was impossible for Fyodor to ignore this, and the slightest changes in the lovers could not escape his observation.Shuji Tsushima's slow reaction from time to time clearly showed how confused the thoughts in his heart were.

The young man with a morbidly pale complexion remained silent, not revealing this.

All he could do was comfort the other party secretly, trying to relieve the anxiety that had spread to his limbs and bones.And use the script as an excuse to divert Shuji Tsushima's attention, so that he will try not to feel uneasy about the coming night.

That was the first scene in LUPIN.

In the original plan, the first meeting between Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda, which should have been staged long ago, was delayed again and again under his evasive psychology.Just like meeting him as Pandora's Actor at the beginning, it wasn't until the end that Fyodor pushed him in the back that he didn't know him completely.

During the Dragon Head War, the script is about to enter an important turning point.And from the near future, Pandora's Actor will be offline for a long time, preparing for the final boss battle many years later.

He had a premonition that his coward, who was so emotionally passive, would change such a simple first encounter scene into something completely different from the script.

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Even in the evening when the sunset is deep in the horizon, under the attack of the salty sea breeze, the sultry climate is still difficult to dissipate.

The flashing neon signs and the laughter from the izakaya open in the evening all show the vitality of this unprosperous town.

Fyodor stood at the top of the apartment building, stepped on the edge of the platform that could only accommodate one foot, and silently watched the white mist slowly spread from the gap in the street corner.The hustle and bustle gradually moved away from his ears, and silence enveloped everything he could see with the naked eye, and there was no trace of human beings anywhere he could see.

His expression was gloomy, and his pupils were filled with gloom.Even though he didn't deliberately wear the regular clothes in the devil's setting, and didn't even wear the felt hat that fans jokingly called his body, the dark aura on the boy's body didn't diminish in the slightest.

Like an emissary who came to the world from the cold hell, even the simplest look at each other will make one's soul lost.

After sending away Shuji Tsushima who insisted on showing his face at the dinner, Fyodor in Aomori still couldn't let go of the hidden worries in his heart.Without any hesitation, he decided to activate the alternative plan and get involved in the scene with the highest possibility of NG in the whole story.

Oda Sakunosuke's influence on Osamu Dazai, he has never been willing to underestimate.

He secretly sold information on people with supernatural powers to Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, and made a set of routes to let the other party come to a certain city in Aomori at a specific time.Only after Shuji Tsushima, who came to meet him after the crash, left again, released the mist of supernatural power.

Here, apart from the information he provided about the three supernatural beings, Fyodor concealed the existence of the last one.

The young man looked down at the blurred sidewalk under the tall building, his eyes were slightly closed, and he counted silently in his heart.

The seconds counted down to zero, and the glass window not far from his feet shattered, and a man with a terrified expression and scratched by sharp glass shards appeared in Fyodor's field of vision.

The man wailed and fell downwards, only to collide with the cold and hard ground in an instant.Blood splashed, but he was dying and struggling to hold on, unable to swallow his last breath.

A phantom similar to its appearance appeared, the facial features were simplified, and a dark red crystal with deep color was embedded in the center of the forehead.He held an equally illusory pocket knife, and after holding a few knives in his hand, he stabbed straight at the opponent's throat.

It is the supernatural power itself separated by the mist.

Fyodor closed one eye, tightly gripped a pistol that had already been loaded, rubbed his fingertips on the cold trigger, and pulled it suddenly a second before the supernatural body was about to get it.

Gunshots rang out, the smoke cleared, and the howling hot bullets instantly penetrated the heads of the two people on the ground.At the same time as the spar was broken, the host's life was taken away, and he was unable to be included in Long Yan's room, nor could he return to his original body, hesitating in place, extremely confused.

Originally, in Fyodor's research, the process of manufacturing supernatural weapons was too cumbersome, and the most outstanding part was the process of extracting supernatural abilities.Now Shibusawa Tatsuhiko has spared him these steps, he only needs to intercept it before Tatsuhiko is between them, and then he can proceed to the next step and use the ability for his own use.

The elevator was damaged early in the battle between the two, and the boy had to hold on to the handrail and return to the bottom floor along the spiraling stairwell.

The heartbeat beat too fast due to the short-term strenuous exercise, Fyodor slowly covered his slightly constricted lungs, and murmured something in an undetectable breath.

"Sure enough, if it's not the administrator account, it won't work, and the physical strength can't keep up at all."

The consequence of being too obsessed with the setting of sick and weak people is that the mobility of the player account is so poor.

He gathered the supernatural bodies that were constantly wandering in front of him, using the spar as a carrier, and poured the energy that should have been completely dissipated into it.

It's not as delicate as a carefully crafted supernatural weapon, but if it's just used as a one-time consumable, this level is enough.

It was the first time for Fyodor to step into the mist, and he had deliberately avoided it before, for fear that the so-called mentally retarded ability of touching someone would come out and harm him.

However, the ability that should have been separated in the fog did not make any sound, as if completely immune to Shibusawa Ryuhiko's ability.

His ability is essentially something completely different from crime and punishment.Unless you rely on your own administrator account to act as the separated [Punishment], the manifestations are completely different.

Now the little mentally handicapped person who should have a spar on his head is completely uncooperative.

The operation authority of the player account is not high, and only a chat interface can be clicked, which makes Fyodor currently unable to see what buffs he has on him.

He pursed his lips, stared thoughtfully at the location of the spar on the back of [Punishment]'s hand in the original work, and muttered to himself: "Is the priority of abilities... In the end, even if the lv.4 is not full A level ability, it is still stronger than the normal ability."

The priority of intelligence and handicap is higher than that of Long Yan, so it is not affected by the fog.

"I don't know what's going on with Xiuzhi."

He held the sharp-edged power crystal in the palm of his hand, and looked up at the incomplete moon wheel hanging high in the sky.

The crimson gleam fell into the eyes, adding a sense of strangeness to the boy's already dark pupils.

This is the ability to temporarily occupy the body consciousness of others when certain conditions are met.It was also something Fyodor did not hesitate to plan and conceal Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to get.

Shuji Tsushima is about to experience a certain plot...he is really worried.

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

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I am dead, I am dead, I am dead

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Do I need to engrave an inscription?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Please engrave the tomb of [Shuji·D·Tsushima] on me, thank you

Well-intentioned Russian rice ball: Is it the force majeure of the plot that makes you react like this?

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Congratulations, how does it feel to see Da Benming again?It's been a month behind schedule.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: That's why I said I'm going to die, I'm going to die

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage: I just ate a crepe on the side of the road, but the stall owner was a Hong Kong black man

Kind Russian rice ball: ummm

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Then, this stall owner looks pretty good among passers-by, and he is only in his early thirties.He actually had an affair with the sister-in-law of a cadre candidate.

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Although the candidate for a cadre has no prototype, he was promoted in the first leading period, and he will probably receive a lunch in the dragon head war, but he is still a candidate for a cadre at the moment... His status is not very good. It's easy to provoke, although as a leader with a knife, I'm not afraid of him.

Kind Russian rice balls: focus on [eating melon.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: here comes the important point, here comes

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: The cadre candidate also had a relationship with his sister-in-law behind his back. After knowing this, he got into a fight with the stall owner and even drew a gun

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: Then I passed by innocently eating a crepe, and accidentally told them, saying that you two don’t have to worry, your respective wives have opened rooms with the administrators of the deck companies under Hong Kong and Hei, and it ended in trouble It's getting worse [Sluggish.jpg]

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Didn’t you do it on purpose?

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Now the people involved can walk around the main building of Gang Hei hand in hand.Really, I tried so hard to help mediation, but I didn't appreciate it at all!

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: That’s why Xiuzhi did it on purpose [see through.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: The point is that the person sent to mediate is Oda Saku! ! !

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: The temperament is completely different from that of the killer Zhizhi. He is only in his early twenties, but he is unshaven and looks super reliable!

Kind Russian Rice Ball: Is your filter too thick? [Stunned.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: It's great to be able to drink together at LUPIN. Now that Ango is gone, our rogue faction will be complete at the end of the Dragon Head War.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: Okay, I have a general understanding of your mood, so here comes the problem.

The kind Russian rice ball: Shuji, did Osamu Dazai really meet him?

……

Shuji Tsushima did not answer this question.

Half of the time had passed for the banquet initiated by the rich locals in Yokohama. Companies that were qualified to be among the so-called high society would send people to the banquet, and even the port mafia was also invited.Due to internal turmoil, Mori Ogai, who should have had no time to participate in this banquet that was not in line with the procedure, realized the hidden political intentions behind it, and had to temporarily spare the evening to respond to the invitation.

The banquet originally planned to be attended by Mori Ogai himself and Ozaki Koyo, under the intention of the leader to polish the diamond, Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya should also go together.

It's just that one of the bandage spirits, who is not as big or small as Mori Ogai, disobeyed the leader's order this time.

Since the bottom line is not involved, Mori Ogai will not care about his slightly excessive behavior this time.Even after learning what happened in the lounge, he will secretly explore the hidden past of Osamu Dazai.

Why, for example, does he have such a deep distaste for yellow roses?

And who was it that delivered the bouquet to the Port Mafia main building?

As for the significance of the banquet itself, it doesn't matter anymore.

Because Pandora's Actor, who was supposed to be the protagonist, is still alive and dead.

At the same time, at a street corner far away from the headquarters of Hong Kong and Hei, a curly-haired boy with a smile on his mouth sat on a flower bed by the side of the road, watching with interest the half-destroyed crepe trolley. people.

He swayed his feet leisurely, not worried about the dust on his expensive suit.

The boy yawned, stood up straight, gathered his knee-length suit coat, and let the clothes dance behind him with the breeze.It is extremely rare for him to put on the left sleeve, which has changed his previous image.Even the bandages on his face were all taken off, exposing the face that was still a bit green.

The members of Hong Kong gangsters who were familiar with Osamu Dazai were all surprised by this scene.

The reason is nothing more than that the bandage covering his right eye has never been removed since the day he was with Mori Ogai.

As a result, there are various speculations about his behavior within the organization, the most reliable one is to cover up the scars and hide the traces that can destroy the beauty of the entire face.

However, today's Osamu Dazai completely destroyed these speculations.

The young man looked around and landed on the only sandy color among a group of grassroots members in suits and leather shoes.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he jumped to the other side, grabbed the corner of the man's clothes and said, "Oda Sakunosuke... others usually call you Oda, it's very interesting."

Even though he was a little surprised that his name was known by the confidants of the leader of the organization, Oda Sakunosuke's expression remained unchanged.He looked back at the boy who was holding him back, his dark blue pupils reflected the silhouette of him.

"Is that so?" he said.

"Hmm... Sure enough, I still can't see any emotional fluctuations at all." Dazai Osamu leaned forward, stared carefully at Oda Sakunosuke's expression, finally shook his head, and suggested: "Would you like to have a drink somewhere? You are very interested, maybe you can become very good friends."

"Sorry, I have something to do."

The man with dark red hair rejected the proposal without any hesitation.Even though he tried his best to mix apology into his tone, the words he blurted out were still flat.

This point has not changed in any way compared to the Killer Weaving back then.

Dazai Osamu was not discouraged, clapped his hands suddenly, and said in a brisk tone, "It seems that the timing of my appearance is not right. If Oda Saku said that he wants to mediate the disputes between those people, it's okay, there is no need to continue."

The dumb hair standing on top of his head swayed slightly, showing the man's emotional astonishment.

He hesitated for a while, as if confirming that the young man's punctuation was intentional, he asked in doubt, "Oda Tsukuru?"

"My unique name, don't worry about it."

Osamu Dazai lowered his voice, and whispered at a volume that only he and Sakunosuke Oda could hear, "Focus on your personal chaotic relationship, and you don't have enough strength to match your status, so you can become flower mud and bury it in the flower garden as soon as possible." alright."

"..."

No one with a little brain would point the finger at him, relying on the high-ranking cadres of the first generation who are no longer able to jump around, and the confidants of the current leader who are young and talented.

The corner of the boy's mouth raised an unnatural arc, and his exposed left eye lost its luster, like a bottomless vortex, revealing a color of madness that ordinary people could not understand.

Perfect Clothes didn't start, and Rao Oda Sakunosuke couldn't predict his next move.

The young man named Osamu Dazai shot out abruptly, with skillful movements, and easily snatched a pistol from his back waist.

Pulling the safety catch, the action of touching the temple was done in one go.There is an ethereal smile on his face, like a sculpture that is about to disappear in the wind and sand, it is so beautiful that it is not what a human should look like.

The coldness of the muzzle spread from the thin layer of skin around the eye sockets. Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, slowly pressed the trigger with his fingertips, and threatened, "How about this? Want to have a drink with me?"

After confirming that the boy's behavior was not a joke, the killer who had already washed his hands shook his head, "If you refuse, you will shoot."

"Hum..."

Seemingly stimulated by the bouquet of roses of unknown origin during the day, Osamu Dazai's appearance and behavior were more unusual than usual.Under the watchful eyes of many Hong Kong gang members, he forcibly grabbed Oda Sakunosuke's sleeve and took him away.

He had a clear goal, passing through several dark and cramped alleys along the way, and finally stopped at a remote and quiet street corner.

The word LUPIN is printed on the light board.

As a mafia boy, he didn't have any consciousness that minors shouldn't drink alcohol. He sat down in front of the dimly lit bar, and changed the classical music record that was constantly spinning with familiarity.

The boss behind the bar poured half a glass of beer for him, and then placed a slightly extra ice cube.

"I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Osamu Dazai, just call me Dazai."

"Oda Sakunosuke."

The man sat down under his expectant eyes, ordered a glass of distilled wine according to his preference, and asked, "Why do you have to bring me here?"

As early as when he took over trivial tasks and arrived at the scene of the dispute, Oda Sakunosuke noticed that the boy's attention was completely on himself.After that, he couldn't help but take himself away, which made him even more convinced of the reason why Osamu Dazai would appear there.

It was to wait for him.

"This bar has a special meaning." Osamu Dazai rarely showed nostalgia, poking the ice ball floating up and down in the glass with his fingertips with great interest, and then answered a sentence of unknown meaning, "It's rare that a well-chosen gift is destroyed. There's nothing wrong with getting revenge."

For ordinary people, it is difficult to connect with the overly detached thinking of others, but Oda Sakunosuke is obviously not among them.

He just paused for a while, and asked seemingly casually, "Is there someone who made you angry?"

"A very cute canary, but with a rebellious personality, it is a bit difficult to train." Osamu Dazai replied.

The boy's eyes were full of meaning, he tilted his head and stared at Sakunosuke Oda who was sitting beside him, and said in a low voice, "He is also very timid, the more precious things are, the less he dares to touch them, and he passes by every time. I couldn't help but want to push it. Hmm...or how about destroying it altogether? His expression must be very nice then."

As if not aware of the maliciousness in the other party's sentence, Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of the distilled wine, thought carefully and said, "It will take a lot of energy."

"Odasaku actually thinks it's not good to do this, but he can't express it."

Osamu Dazai chuckled suddenly, and without waiting for the people around him to respond, he changed the subject abruptly and abruptly.

"I'm ready to leave." He said, "There is a place I've always longed for, but there are many things that haven't been dealt with, so I can't go hastily."

"Will it be very hard?"

As if he didn't expect to get an answer with implicit concern, Osamu Dazai raised his head abruptly. Under the uniquely sentimental dim light, his iris-colored eyes were covered by watery light, flashing a clear light.

"Ah."

He answered in a low voice.

Taking a deep breath, allowing the oxygen that maintains the human body to fully combine with the blood in the lungs, Osamu Dazai held the wall of the cup with both hands, and whispered: "Odasaku... I am very happy to see you."

"I, I can't go there."

"I finally have a very important person, he has become the meaning of my life, and I have worked hard to survive in the sun."

"But that's not here."

……

The shop owner, dressed in dark red wine uniform, thoughtfully returned to the inner warehouse, not wanting to act as an eyesore in the delicate atmosphere, leaving enough private space for the only two customers in the shop

He leaned against the boxes of unopened wine, his expression gradually revealed a dignified expression, and a dark red as magnificent as wine flashed in his eyes.

The crude crystal that was temporarily made in Aomori was about to fail and completely dissipated as a disposable item.And the consciousness of the owner of the LUPIN bar will slowly wake up, expel himself as an intruder from this body.

The confused Shuji Tsushima didn't even realize that the boss had changed his mind.

In this world, the role of Osamu Dazai has already been thoroughly analyzed by fans who love him.The preconditions of the background of the original work remain the same. If Oda Sakunosuke is the point of contradiction in terms of feelings, no matter what the cp produced by the doujin is, there will be no second possibility for Osamu Dazai's choice.

There is no need to doubt the influence of Oda Sakunosuke on him. Even if Shuji Tsushima lost this unforgettable memory, he still would not give it up lightly.

This is also the fundamental reason why Shuji Tsushima wanted to stay in Wenye World.

Fyodor's consciousness was withdrawn, and his breath was as cold and silent as a pool of stagnant water, which would only stir up waves for someone special.

It wasn't jealousy, a shallow emotion that could be easily misunderstood, but Fyodor was worried about his mental state.

For some illusory thing that may never have existed, I gave up my ordinary but never lonely life.With a thick mask to hide the blank face, stay in the false world, and even have to be bound by puppet strings.

It's too expensive to stay here.

The remaining scars after suicide all over the body, the temporary death at the climax of the drama, the knife from Tatsuhiko Shibusawa, the gunshots from the rats in the house of death...

After suffering, can Shuji Tsushima really find what he wants?

Or is it that even he is in a state of confusion?

……

He decided to revise the script for subsequent content.