Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

[Private chat with "Kindly Russian Rice Ball"]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I want to eat canned crab meat

Kind Russian rice balls: body cold and kidney deficiency, rejected

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: Fei Jia, you actually said that I have kidney deficiency? ? ?do i have it ? ?

Kind Russian Rice Ball: If you have a player account, yes.Who let you go into the water twice in three days, and still take crabs as a staple food.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Ah... I am speechless [Sluggish.jpg]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: I want to drink

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: weak constitution, dismissed

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: But I haven't gone to lupin to drink for a long time, the rascal party can't just disperse like this!

Kind Russian rice ball: Xiu Zhi, think about how the stairs in front of Lupin are going to go down

Kind Russian rice ball: Let me tell you that your boyfriend is me, so I will let you go down the stairs with your arms

Well-meaning Russian rice balls::)

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Hey...Fei Jia, have you been drinking too much vinegar lately? I haven't said anything yet...

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: My wheelchair drifted and I didn’t get it. It’s so boring to sit in the office every day to approve documents [crying.jpg]

Kind Russian rice ball: I persuaded you not to be so miserable, who refused to listen?

Kind Russian rice balls: [Vicissitudes of life.gif]

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage essence: I knew that my data in the right hand is so badly out of tune

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Osamu Dazai of the port mafia committed suicide by jumping off a building and was seriously injured. His limbs were severely damaged due to improper landing posture, and news that he was unable to stand up in a short period of time spread rapidly within the organization.

The young man was already famous for his unusual hobbies, and he died with Mori Ogai on behalf of his ancestors, and he became the leader's confidant when he first joined the organization.At the same time, his partner is the most powerful cadre candidate, and promotion to become one of the top five cadres is a sure thing.

The premise is if there are no accidents.

Osamu Dazai's injury was too serious, far exceeding any one in history.After the plaster casts on his limbs were removed, he didn't even try to use crutches, but silently accepted the wheelchair that the leader personally helped to order, and returned to his office with a cold face.

Even this part of the journey was completed with the help of Zhong Yuan Zhong, who was his partner.

And Mori Ogai just stared at his figure that had lost too much weight for a long time, with an unpredictable expression, wondering what he was thinking about.

The relationship between the two has dropped to a freezing point.

The boy's hands and ankles were left with extremely horrific scars, which could not be fully recovered even after surgery.He refused the help of his subordinates, drove away the caregivers arranged by the medical department with a sullen face, and stayed in his office in the main building of Hong Kong and Hei.

You know, Osamu Dazai's casual style of arriving late and leaving early every day is known to everyone in the port mafia.

After the less severe bruises on his body healed, he had to give up his hobby of wrapping himself in bandages, and instead only covered his wrists and right eye with a thin layer.It's just that the technique is messy, and a few bandages will be scattered from time to time.

The reason is simple, the boy is no longer able to complete this simple operation by himself.

As if he couldn't stand up, the medical department barely sutured the retracted tendons of his limbs with steel wires, and Osamu Dazai also left extremely serious sequelae.

I can't make fists with my hands, I can't lift heavy objects, and I can't even persist in behaviors such as typing on the keyboard for long.If it weren't for the fact that his base in the port mafia mainly relied on brains and strategies, the fact that he couldn't go to the front line alone would be enough to become his fatal flaw.

No matter how useful the ability nullification is, it can only be effective on the battlefield.

Osamu Dazai, who is resident in the office, rejected the leader's offer to let him recover from his injuries, restrained his attitude of being indifferent, and even stopped calling the other party Mr. Mori rebelliously.The young man kept overdrawing his dilapidated body, insisting on taking on one task after another, revealing his long-hidden edge.

He used extremely cruel methods to solve many problems that had plagued the port mafia for a long time. Like a chess player sitting behind the scenes, he easily wiped out all the enemies and plundered countless blood-soaked wealth for the organization.

All suicides ceased, the usual romps ceased, and even the weekly magazine, which for two years had never ceased to persecute his partner, ceased publication.Osamu Dazai has completely changed himself, maintaining a frosty expression all the time, devoting himself to work.Many subordinates who were used to dealing with his aftermath were even afraid of this, and the pressure increased sharply.

Just looking at the boss's dull, kite-colored pupils can arouse fear in his heart, and cold sweat unknowingly soaks through his clothes.

This sense of oppression is almost like accepting the summons of the leader.

Accompanied by the boy's strange behavior, some subtle rumors inevitably circulated in the port mafia.

It is said that Osamu Dazai knew that his body had been destroyed, and he had changed from the most powerful cadre candidate to a useless person, and his psychological gap was too large.In order not to let himself become a pawn that can be discarded at any time, he had to frantically show his strength to the leader in order to gain a firm foothold in the organization.

Of course, such rumors didn't last long, and they were dealt with seriously by the high-level, and no one dared to mention it after that.

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It was a house without too many traces of habitation.

The young man with a cold temperament was sitting in a wheelchair, with his head lowered, and his overly long eyelashes could be vaguely seen from under the cover of his dark brown bangs.A soft blanket was draped over his slightly baggy suit pants, covering his slender legs that could not move freely, adding a touch of elegance.

Sunlight bloomed behind him, falling through the clear glass windows into the dull room, but it still couldn't let the boy stand under the light.

Shuji Tsushima was leaning on the back of the chair, with a look of lovelessness on his face, and a sluggish breath.

At the moment when there are no subordinates around to watch, he no longer hides his moldy feeling of being idle, and just leans on the wheelchair and doubts life.I can't wait to fold the piles of documents that are piled up on the desktop one by one into paper airplanes, and then smash the French windows behind me with a few shots, so that Yokohama will be rained with paper airplanes of confidential documents from Hong Kong and gangsters.

Obviously such behavior can only survive as a delusion.

"Ah... so boring..."

The boy manipulated the buttons next to the armrest of the wheelchair, circling boredly in this too empty office.Relying on the good sound insulation effect of the door of the room, it kept making strange noises that only extremely boring people would utter.

What cruelty and cruelty, what incarnation of darkness, are all fake.

He was still the bandage spirit who would go hahahaha after eating poisonous mushrooms, and at the same time he lost his morals crazily, completely destroying the temperament of this delicate skin.

The communication with Fyodor ended, Shuji Tsushima, who had finished complaining about the status quo, controlled the wheelchair and came to the desk again.Since his hands were unable to move flexibly, he simply picked up a document between his fingers and muttered to himself, "It just so happens that a lot of offshore navigation rights have been won, and Fei Jia also helped behind the scenes... um... ..."

The boy casually threw the document back on the table, patted his cheeks with his weak hands, straightened his expression and said, "Just go and report to Mr. Mori, so that we can start the next step of the plan!"

Even if it is for the convenience of correcting documents, one hand must be restored to the level where it can hold a pen normally.

"Let me see..." Shuji Tsushima leaned his body forward, and chose to place the mobile phone on the table for the convenience of making calls, and then rummaged through the address book without any haste, "The little dwarf just happened not to be on a mission today. , the time is just right."

"Hum hum hum~"

The young man pressed the call button with a strange smile, covered his lips with a troublesome smile, and waited for the other party to connect.

Apparently it wasn't the first time he had done this.

[Tsk, what's the matter, it's okay to make harassing calls accidentally and I'll beat you up. 】

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was used to being harassed by his partner, answered the phone in a bad mood, his tone hard to hide his impatience.

Recalling the temperament of the leader Zai, the young man slightly parted his thin lips, and said in a low voice: "Zhongye, come to me."

【what? ! 】

Shuji Tsushima put several documents into a kraft paper bag, and tremblingly tried to pinch the string at the seal, but after several failed attempts, he managed to wrap up the wrap.

He placed the prepared materials on his lap and covered them with a blanket to cover up all traces.After that, he took a deep breath, trying to make his tone dignified.

"There is something very important."

Come and help him push the wheelchair.