Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The continuous rainy weather lasted for two days without any sign of stopping.

The dark clouds covering the sky covered the clear sky, and the glare of the sun could not break through the protection of the heavy rain.There is a rising rain and fog on the corner of the street, and there are only countless umbrellas blooming in the white mist.The indistinct car body roared past against the headlights, and the crowd walked silently on the sidewalks on both sides. Accompanied by the sound of rain, there was a gloomy and cold atmosphere.

As the strongest combat force of the port mafia, the organization that has recently stabilized and developed rarely needs his action. In addition, the weather in the past two days has been bad, so Zhongyuan Zhong simply stayed in the headquarters to handle some paperwork.

When he is not provoked by his partner, the boy's behavior gradually matures.He is no longer as reckless as he was at the beginning relying on force, and he is more and more calm when performing tasks, and he looks more and more like he is about to be promoted to the top five cadres.

The lean and capable young man was leaning against the back of the chair, holding a stack of documents in his hands, and the brim of his pitch-black hat covered most of his expression.The huge office was a little empty, and he, who was serious about his work, was shaking his legs anxiously, and his headache was caused by the latest news he got.

"That bastard Dazai lost contact?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed his disgusted expression, and temporarily put down the work in hand, "Isn't this a common thing, anyway, the mackerel will be fished from some river in a short time."

Among the port mafia, Zhongyuanzhong is also known for its emphasis on friendship, so that the atmosphere is relatively lively when getting along with its subordinates, and it seems a bit indifferent.But there are not many people who can overwhelm him in terms of status, and Koye Ozaki in front of him is one of them.

It is common for his partner Osamu Dazai to go missing, and he will be there every so often, which makes his subordinates who follow behind to deal with the aftermath miserable.

So what is the difference this time, that Koyo Ozaki, who is the top five cadres, told him personally?

"He disappeared after going to the press conference of Melles' new work alone on Friday evening." Dressed in a kimono, the elegant red-haired woman covered her mouth with her sleeves, "He left at the banquet with Dazai, And Mikhail, general manager of the Meles branch."

"Mi... Big sister, do you mean Mr. Mikhail?!"

Hearing the name of a familiar person, the orange-haired boy paused, not sure if he was worried about his partner or the gentle shop manager like an old father.

These two seemingly irrelevant people, logically speaking, it would be difficult for Mikhail's overly mild temper to have any disputes.

But the seeds of doubt had already taken root and sprouted. For Nakahara Chuya, just hearing these two names together would make his heart skip a beat.

"That's right, it's the owner of the coffee shop you go to see every weekend." Momiji Ozaki nodded slightly, staring at the hazy street scene covered by rain and fog, with a somewhat ambiguous expression.

"The leader has a headache."

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Every time I got involved with a certain mackerel who was on the road to suicide every day, things always became troublesome.

Zhongyuan Zhong also made a decisive decision, put on his coat, and rode on his own motorcycle against the pouring rain and drove towards Melles' rebuilt address.

Now is not a time of war. Under normal circumstances, the disappearance of Dazai Osamu should not cause such a big turmoil.

However, the leader's reaction and the act of asking Koyo Ozaki to pass on the message were very abnormal, coupled with the constant palpitations that drove him to find out, Nakahara could only frown and step on the accelerator deeper.

The roar of the engine cut through the rain curtain, and the locomotive speeding on the road crossed countless barriers and stopped in front of a tall building that had not yet been completed.

The wind chime rang at the door, and the old employee who had been promoted to acting store manager raised his head and greeted a familiar figure, "Ah, Mr. Zhongyuan, you are here."

"Hmm..." The orange-haired boy who had grown significantly compared to when he first arrived answered.

He looked a little anxious, and quickly glanced around the too-empty store. After seeing no one who came looking for it, he asked, "Is Mr. Mikhail not there?"

The clerk shrugged helplessly.

"As you know, the store manager has to deal with Melles' work recently, so he seldom comes to the store."

While cleaning the empty dinner plate, he answered the boy's question very seriously, "But it seems that I heard that he lost contact in the middle of the banquet on Friday night, and some employees tried to contact him, but there was no one on the phone catch."

"Banquet..." Zhongyuan Zhong also murmured thoughtfully.

If anything happened on Friday, it was Melles' new game launch conference.The Port Mafia, whose business scope does not involve this aspect, shouldn't have been sent to Dazai Osamu. The etiquette is too grand, but it is true.

Osamu Dazai not only took the place of the organization to participate in a meaningless press conference, but also left with the host of the banquet halfway, and his whereabouts are still unknown.The same is true for Mikhail, who is the general manager of the Melles branch, and has not been heard from since then.

This is no coincidence.

The boy looked gloomy, rubbing the phone in his pocket through the leather gloves, as if hesitating whether to dial a phone number that had existed for a long time.

It was Mikhail's personal phone, which was separate from his usual work phone, but he never had a chance to dial it.

Zhong Yuanzhong also gestured to the familiar old clerk, took a seat in an inaccessible corner, and pressed the call button under the cover of layers of tulle curtains.

The busy tone came out, and the inadvertently tense young man let out a breath slowly, holding his breath and waiting for the moment when he got connected.

He didn't organize his words well, and he didn't know how to ask about the relationship between the other party and Dazai Osamu, and some things that Mikhail had already denied two years ago.

The anxiety in my heart is getting heavier, as if once the truth is revealed, something can never go back to the past.

【…】

The phone that had been silent for a long time was finally picked up, but there was no answer from the other side.

After waiting patiently for a few seconds, Nakahara Zhongya took the lead and said, "Mr. Mikhail?"

【Uh……】

He heard an extremely unbearable cry of pain, accompanied by bursts of rapid breathing, and some kind of subtle dissonance came from the other side of the receiver.

"Mikhail . . . sir?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also blushed, and repeated the other party's name again in embarrassment.

He is not a child who doesn't understand anything. People who live in the dark world have already witnessed the countless dirt in this world, so they will naturally understand these indulgences that can be used as transactions.

What's more, Mikhail is a normal man after all, so it's normal to have such needs.

It seemed that the timing of his call was too subtle.

The embarrassed young man suppressed his desire to complain, and was about to end the call. He wanted to call back after the other party was busy, but suddenly caught an overly familiar voice.

【don't want--】

The finger that was about to press the hang up button froze, hovering in midair.

It was a too weak refusal, and a familiar voice came from the other side of the receiver.It was extremely hoarse, fragile enough to be vulnerable to a single blow, and seemed inaudible under the cover of the rustling and rainy tune.

Outside the window, the sound of cold raindrops falling to the ground is still heard, taking away the last trace of warmth flowing through the blood in the whole body.

All the halo that had been cast on him faded away, the calmness of the past was no longer there, and the weak voice of the young man was fragmented.It seems that he has lost his sanity long ago, but he cannot escape the pain by fainting.

Like a dying swan, before the eternal darkness falls, the hanging neck makes the last sound.

Nakahara Chuya: "!!!"

He would not be mistaken, it was Osamu Dazai's voice.

"Hey, Dazai?! Is that you Dazai!!!" The boy's face turned pale in an instant, the suffocation spread from his lungs, and his trembling hands almost smashed the phone, "Damn it, what's going on? !"

My mind is so confused that I can't think, and I can't even sort out the logical relationship between them.Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth, cold sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the smooth lacquered wood tabletop.

Why did Osamu Dazai's voice appear on Mikhail's private phone?

Why is the missing Osamu Dazai so embarrassed?

And who can completely suppress him as one of the two blacks?

【Mr. Mori...don't leave me, I will be a good boy...】

The teenager on the other side of the phone is like an abandoned cat who is helpless in the face of a crisis, being forcibly kicked out of his long-lived family.Before they had time to learn how to survive in the outside world that had lost their shelter, they fell into the hands of people with sinister thoughts.

Faced with all kinds of malice imposed on him, the abandoned kitten could only whimper and curl up into a ball, subconsciously seeking the protection of trusted people, but never got any response.

He didn't respond to his partner's call at all, and muttered meaningless words under the pain that hit like a storm.

【Fei Jia...Fei Jia...】

That was the name of his long-lost lover.

I never knew that my partner had such a fragile side, but at this moment, I have no time to take care of it.Zhongyuan Zhong also couldn't hide the anxiety in his expression, trying to wake up the opponent's sanity, "Dazai! Dazai?! Answer me if you can hear it!"

However, Osamu Dazai failed to regain consciousness. Along with his crying, the man's bone-chilling voice sounded.Even through the phone, he could still feel the bitter hatred in it, but it was mixed with some indescribable complex emotions.

Was it love, or something else he couldn't understand?

【Your mouth is cuter when you can't make a sound...】

【Well--! ! 】

The partner's painful silent roar was like a heavy hammer, hitting the boy's heart hard.

The call was terminated, and the rapid busy tone hit Nakahara Chuya's eardrum.

It was Mikhail, but it was a Mikhail he had never seen before.

His past gentleness was no longer there, as if those were just masks that the youth put on to the outside world, in order to cover up the raging poisonous flames burning underneath.Now that the mask is peeling off, unstoppable flames surge out, and the first to be ignited is Dazai Osamu who has no idea what kind of past he has.

"Dazai? Mr. Mikhail... Are you kidding me!?"

Unable to suppress the chaos in his heart any longer, Zhong Yuan Zhong also slammed his fist on the table to vent his chaotic emotions.

Cracks spread from the place where he punched, and the table board was completely shattered, collapsing under the horrified eyes of the sporadic customers in the store.Even so, the boy still couldn't calm down his breathing.

His sapphire-colored eyes stared at the address book, and the top record was particularly dazzling.

"how so……"

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At the same time, a certain protagonist who was played miserably in the phone play blinked.

The young man in loose pajamas hugged the rice ball-shaped pillow in his arms, and sank cross-legged in the soft bed.He completely buried his head in the pillow, slightly curly dark brown hair swept across his cheeks, covering his facial expression.

There are no scenes that are not suitable for children, and everything is as usual except that there is still a little subtle smell in the air.

Some were just two young men in cartoon-patterned pajamas, holding a bunch of snacks, enjoying a well-reviewed movie with great interest.

Shuji Tsushima whimpered and rolled, took a few deep breaths with difficulty, and said in a muffled voice, "Ah, I'm dead."

"Interesting?" Fyodor turned off his phone completely with a blank face, and stared helplessly at his playful lover.

The reason why the call was connected was probably Osamu Dazai's unconscious search for redemption in the script.No matter how small the hope is, as long as you can convey your current situation to someone, you will have a higher chance of being rescued.

A certain Hong Kong gangster's conscience was brutally persecuted because of this. Not to mention the need to reorganize the shattered three views, I am afraid that it will be difficult to face his partner with a normal attitude in the future.

It's a good thing that he can stage a forced scene without changing his face.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!" The young man suddenly burst into frenzied laughter, and the gloating on his face could no longer be concealed.

Not long ago, Shuji Tsushima sighed such and such a "culprit" on the phone.He stroked the other person's back lightly, calmed down a choking actor, and asked casually: "Is it okay to persecute that Hong Kong gangster's conscience twice in a row with the same method?"

Shuji Tsushima stretched his waist comfortably like a cat, using his sleeves to cover his flushed cheeks from choking, and showing an overly sly smile.

He tilted his head mercilessly and said, "What's the matter? It's not the same person anyway. The previous one was Zhongya, the cadre of the BEAST line. The three views of slugs in this world haven't been baptized yet."

Since there is going to be persecution, it is natural that they should be treated equally.