Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Stores that can survive in the gray area of ​​Yokohama have more or less backgrounds.

The seemingly dilapidated bar store has a much wider interior space than imagined, and it seems to include the entire basement of the building.

The spotlights around the central stage were not turned on, lacking the illumination of colorful crystal magic ball lights, and there was no atmosphere suitable for the indulgence of night guests.The huge speakers that always play DJ dance music on weekdays are located on both sides, but now they are silent, and no longer stimulate people's eardrums with the excessive decibel sound.

The bar had obviously been cleared in advance, and in the huge space, only two young people by the bar stayed here.

Different from the nature of LUPIN, the bar where Fyodor is now has a different definition of consumer groups.It is mainly aimed at those young people who are dissolute, or simply teenagers and girls who have lost their footing in the muddy water of Yokohama.

This shop, which was operating in chaos, escaped the sight of the port mafia and the investigation of the Supernatural Secret Service.Standing in a corner that rarely attracts attention, silently received the only two guests.

If it is said that the script revealed to the world of Wenye is like an onion wrapped in layers, then the part Fyodor told Oda Sakunosuke is the truth hidden behind countless illusions.

He didn't intend to confront this man with false lies.

After all, it was one of his many strongholds. Fyodor found the electric kettle prepared in advance from under the bar, and took out the teapot that was incompatible with the environment, and placed it next to the randomly piled wine bottles.

The young man with a cool temperament held a bottle of brandy, waiting for the dark color of the black tea to smudge in the transparent teapot, and turned his attention back to the silent Oda Sakunosuke.

"You don't seem very surprised?"

The man with short dark red hair picked up the wine glass, shook his head, and retorted without any emotion: "No, I was really taken aback."

Many years ago, Pandora's Actor was the only apprentice who was forced by the situation in his career as an assassin.He is the leader of Mellors and the henchman of the head of the port mafia.

No normal person would confuse such two unrelated existences, but the facts are too bizarre, far beyond any artistic exaggerated drama.

Pandora's Actor is the same person as Osamu Dazai.

From the corner of his eye, the weak Russian boy glanced at the expressionless face of the other party, and poured boiling hot tea into an exquisitely shaped bone china cup.

The dark red and clear liquid collided with the pungent wine, and the moment the dense mist rose, it released a peculiar smell that was difficult to describe in words.

Fyodor picked up the teacup gracefully, as if he was not in a cheap bar, but in a very stylish tea room somewhere.

Under the cover of the mist, he tried to read something based on the slight expression of Oda Sakunosuke, and said casually: "But there is no change at all on the surface."

The other party still had the same expression, and even the tone of voice couldn't tell whether it was serious, "I'm working hard."

The boy in the felt hat looked unpredictable.

Even back then, he had seen Oda Sakunosuke's most incapable of hiding his emotions, and it was nothing but the straightening of the iconic hair on the top of his head.

The other party seems to be born to be a killer, with a dull personality, and it is difficult to express strong emotional fluctuations.This has an excellent advantage in hiding yourself when performing tasks, but it is a headache in daily communication.

Fyodor took a sip of the uniquely flavored black tea, recalling the content of an official novel that gave him a stomachache, and complained, "This kind of dialogue is very similar to the part between you and Kunikida in the BEAST line."

"Hmm... I don't know someone called Kunikida." Oda Sakunosuke replied after thinking carefully.

The boy sighed helplessly, and tucked his overly long hair behind his ears, "Of course you don't know it. This is something that was folded into a possible world in the book."

Since the current status is the top GM, even if the shell is the body of the player account, it can also perform administrator operations in the same way.

Fyodor summoned half of his own "book" and pushed it in front of Sakunosuke Oda.

"Possible worlds?"

Not knowing what his act of flipping through this blank book represented, the ex-assassin who had washed his hands was a little dazed, carefully examining the half of the book with a strange texture left in his hand.

Seemingly ordinary paper, the toughness is far beyond what I thought, and there is even a faint illusion of being invulnerable.

"I'll talk about this later. Let's get down to business. Mr. Oda wants to become a novelist, right?" Fyodor, who gave the origin of the world to others at will, waved his hand, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his actions.

He put down his teacup, deliberately approached the confused Oda Sakunosuke, imprinted the man's reflection in his empty pupils, and asked, "Do you believe that the content in the novel is real?"

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

The man who was troubled by God's nagging questions pondered for a while.

After serious consideration, he replied solemnly: "It does exist."

Putting down the teacup, the boy clapped his hands briskly, "Then the topic will be much easier to carry on."

His icy fingertips covered the only half of the "book", and suddenly, the flow of light surged, and the original plain and simple book cover changed its appearance.

On the black base map, the gun-wielding red-haired killer has a stern expression, occupying the most conspicuous place in the picture, and beside him is a young man who has never seen him in a black windbreaker.

Oda Sakunosuke can be sure that there is no such figure in the port mafia.

Behind the two is the magnified face of Osamu Dazai.As if sunk in the darkness for a long time, the kite-colored eyes are dead silent, and no light can survive in them.

Turning the original "book" into the official novel of the Black Age, Fyodor sat back on the high stool behind the bar with a playful expression, "Mr. Oda, have you ever thought about a possibility that you The world you live in is a novel. All developments in the novel, including your fate, have already been clearly arranged by the person who wrote this book."

Just like the "Colored Paintings" left in the ruins by him as Mikhail, any book that exists only in the upper world, people in the lower world can't get a glimpse of it. Mistaking it for "book" sake.

The upper world's absolute suppression of the lower world even made it impossible for them to damage this literary book that shouldn't exist.

Unless these virtual people realize what the essence of their existence is.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at himself on the cover of the book, and instead of flipping through it in a hurry, he looked up at Fyodor and asked, "So am I also a character here?"

"That's right." The boy replied, "You were arranged to be Osamu Dazai's friend, and you will appear in memories with him and Ango Sakaguchi." He made himself another cup of tea, savored it carefully, and said in a low voice Whispering, "It was also you who saw through Dazai's true nature. When he was dying, you pushed him to the side of the light and let him defect from the port mafia."

But at the same time as being redeemed, the darkness in his heart is also more bleak because of the ending of this bleak collection.

Today's Tsushima Shuji, with the goal of 'saving the salvation he once received', stays in this world for the sake of Oda Sakunosuke.

Even though he has long denied the reality of this world, he still tries to obtain a friendship without any impurities, so as to deceive his own perception, and pursue the lost nothingness on the stage shrouded in spotlights.

He will sink deeper and deeper.

Not paying too much attention to the spoiled death, Oda Sakunosuke stared at the countless cut reflections of himself in the cup, and said thoughtfully: "So Dazai will defect."

Fyodor paused slightly with the hand holding the teacup.

He took a deep breath, and looked at the indifferent man across the bar with delicate eyes, "...your focus is really strange."

Don't care about your own death, take the lead in caring about your friends' movements.

But it can also be seen that Osamu Dazai is indeed his extremely important friend.

He didn't understand why his words left the shrunken superhuman in front of him speechless. After thinking for a while, Oda Sakunosuke apologized, "I'm sorry if I bothered you."

"It doesn't matter, Oda Sakunosuke's personality is like this, I should have gotten used to it long ago." I realized that I shouldn't drink water when talking with straight ball players, so as not to be choked inadvertently.Fyodor had no choice but to put the teacup aside, not wanting such an embarrassing scene to happen to him.

The purple-red eyes became deeper and deeper under the shadow of the dim light. The young man dressed in a way that was incompatible with the city of Yokohama stood up and looked down at the man sitting on the high stool.

Numerous scenes that have not happened yet appear around him in the form of floating frames, playing in front of Oda Sakunosuke like a pantomime.

That's a clip from the "Bungo Stray Dogs" drama.

"Mr. Oda, I'll just say it straight." Fyodor pulled out a pistol from under the stage, pointed vaguely at the red-haired man's eyebrows opposite, and said word by word: "Osamu Dazai and I came from the world outside the book. .”

Oda Sakunosuke still had that expressionless face, without showing any extra emotion.

No killing intent was detected, and Perfect Clothes did not activate, indicating that the young man didn't really want to kill himself.

"We have our own lives in the world outside the book. There are no supernatural powers there. Yokohama is just a very ordinary port city. There are not so many illegal organizations." Fyodor slowly closed his eyes and put on the trigger Gradually exerting force on his fingers, a dim light flashed from the depths of his pupils, "But Osamu Dazai decided to stay in this world that is false to us for you."

He sighed softly, his tone seemed to be mocking, but it also seemed to be pity, and even the last trace of smile on his lips disappeared completely.

"You are too important to him."