Social animals don't deserve love

I don't know anything about Dostoevsky's supernatural ability except it's called [Crime and Punishment] and the effect of instant death on contact.Hearing a deep voice from behind, I intuitively told me that something was wrong. The next second, a blank literature book appeared out of thin air, and the swirling paper blew away my good Russian friend who was dragging me desperately and refused to let go.

"This is, 'Book'..." Dostoevsky, who hit the wall and stood up with difficulty, held his breath.

The woman in the center of the storm held the books suspended in front of her, and shimmered in the dark corridor.

No wonder the "book" should be hidden in the soul of ordinary people, how lonely a book that no one reads.

At this time, he should do everything possible to get such an important and powerful item, but he couldn't help but take a short errand.

Although the beauty of appearance is pitiful, it is still not as shocking as wisdom - the former will eventually turn into a bosom of loess with the passage of time, and the latter will continue to pass along with time.

"Blowing snow!"

Glasses was more excited than anyone else, calling out with deep despair: "Don't do this, don't hurt yourself! There is always another way—!"

As soon as the voice hit the floor, someone punched a big hole from bottom to top, with such force that it opened a hole in the ceiling by the way.The sea breeze and sunlight poured in together, illuminating the entire corridor.

It took me a while to see clearly that it was Ivan who broke the dome, er... the accurate description should be "Ivan was thrown out and smashed the ceiling".That is to say, most people with supernatural powers have extraordinary physiques, and he temporarily summoned stone giants as a backing, so he was not hammered into a small cake.

The one who jumped up from the ground and chased Ivan was A Dun who had changed his appearance.In other words, the black windbreaker suits him quite well, with a lot less cowardice and a lot more firmness.

Kunikida-san and Kenji came up behind, holding Ryunosuke Akutagawa who was left with nothing but a white shirt with a long hem and a lotus leaf.

Um?Akutagawa Ryunosuke?

How did a strange guy get in here?Akutagawa's black windbreaker!

Suddenly realized something, I couldn't help but distracted and went to look at A-Dun again—why the same clothes are handsome and rusty on our A-Dun, Akutagawa, you just look like a small dress blowing in the wind?

Sure enough, the per capita jk attribute of PortMafia?

The hot-blooded martial arts teenagers are playing with sound and light special effects full of sound and light effects. On the other hand, these good-for-nothing adults on our side are just...

Tsk, is my low combat power the fault of me alone?Is it my fault that it doesn't burn?

As the hole in the ceiling grew, all could see the "book" floating in my hand.

Ivan's reaction was very real. After the violent vibration under his feet, he stretched out the big hand of the rock giant to surround me.Without waiting for his colleagues to take action, the soft and white paper turned into a sharp blade and split to cover up and break through the soil layer. A-Dun followed closely after Ivan, but what about the other person?Where did Gogol go?This time it was Dostoevsky who stopped him: "Stop, idiot, she tore up the book!"

Under the almost completely overturned dome, the scattered pages of course will not appear out of thin air.

"People with supernatural abilities are the same as all ordinary people. No matter what makes you have abilities different from ordinary people, you have become you, and that is already good. Supernatural abilities will not create evil, nor can it stop evil. This kind of The existence of items with supernatural powers is essentially meaningless."

"The protection of the city of Yokohama is not something that is unconscious and can be manipulated by anyone. It is every ordinary person living in the city, no matter whether they have supernatural powers or not, whether they are poor or rich, sick or healthy. The city is a human creation. , will also be annihilated with the development of human society, and has nothing to do with the existence or non-existence of a 'book'."

Sighing, I looked at Ivan, who Aden took the opportunity to punch into the sea after terminating the manipulation of supernatural powers. How pitiful, his brain was messed up by Dostoevsky's random manipulation. It's a mess, I'm afraid it's not because IQ has dropped so much that I can't watch it after falling like this.

The sea breeze gradually became violent, and the "book" in his hand was getting thinner and thinner: "Fei Jia, the desire to eliminate all supernatural beings in the world can indeed be done with a book, but the way... is absolutely different from what you imagined. .” I pointed my finger up and pointed to my good Russian friend to explain carefully: “It is 50.00% possible to sacrifice all people with supernatural powers including you according to your ideas, and 50.00% possible to let everyone have supernatural powers, regardless of Strong or weak..."

and!The realization direction of this [-]-[-] split is not controlled by human beings, because the person who uses the "book" to write down this wish will die at the same time as the "silent man"-the scope of the change is too large, too many people are involved, and the mystery that maintains the existence of the world will automatically Correct the deviation, and the troublemaker who caused the deviation will naturally not be able to escape and be sanctioned.

Why should I seek you Dostoevsky if I am willing to die in love?Isn't Dazai Osamu who talks about this matter every day good?

In the sun, his purple eyes reflecting the sea are as pure and beautiful as a crystal ball treasured by children—this man is not a selfish careerist, no, he has more ambitious ambitions than everyone else, but he will make a difference. The principles that apply to others apply to oneself indiscriminately.Like a schizophrenic, contemptuous and introspective at the same time, extremely arrogant and humble at the same time, he will kill innocent old people and save helpless prostitutes on the side of the road.

Pious and rebellious, sick and lively, this contradictory man is like the "sin" that can never be erased in human nature, hiding in the dark all the time to spy on the world.I don't want to be entangled with him anymore, and I don't want anyone else to disturb the sleeping of "Book".

Books should not be opened for non-reading purposes. Books are not toys, even children should understand.

"God will not forgive this filthy world..."

Dostoevsky, leaning on the wall to support himself, showed no panic on his face when his plan failed and he was cornered. I saw him clap his hands and clap a few times among the flying pages, as if he was in a stage play. Nianbai was so rare and full of emotion: "It's extremely wonderful, please allow me to offer the deepest malice to the world at the end of the song."

The severe pain that had disappeared on the side of the neck suddenly reappeared, and the burning and swelling caused half of the head to become stiff and woody. At the same time, Gogol, whom I had been guarding against all along, walked out of the space, raised his hand and splashed playing cards on the glasses. Holding the gun on the raised arm.

The scorching heat erupted violently, and the Russian smiled: "A member of the Armed Detective Agency, and the newly appointed chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, can only survive by killing one of them and the other, otherwise the two will die together in 48 hours. Don't try to use Those with anti-heteromorphic abilities, this is a virus with a violent course."

"Or, if you hand over the book, it's not impossible for me to order a certain hidden ability user to remove the ability."

He looked at me with pity: "Look, this is the person with supernatural powers you want to protect. How despicable and abominable. Why should you protect them? You even have to risk your life because of it."

To be honest, I really never thought that this dog man would engage in a zero-sum game if he didn't agree with each other. Can't he just die quietly?Why do you have to pull more backs!

As Dostoyevsky described, red and blue circular marks appeared on me and the glasses respectively, and I was devastated by the violent headache to the point where I could almost only see the color blocks - this is still more than I have ever endured. The dreaded chemotherapy and radiation now.

"Don't hand over the book, protect yourself... Please, Armed Detective Agency."

An Wu, a fool, actually changed hands and picked up the gun that fell on the ground, intending to shoot himself a bullet.

Dostoevsky's words, like Dazai Osamu's, belong to the type that even a punctuation mark cannot be believed - whoever believes will be pitted with blood!

Without giving him a chance to add to the chaos, the storm on the pages of the book suddenly expanded like before the nebula faded, sweeping across the entire space at one point, and finally turned into a galaxy-like glare and burned out: "My wish is that no one can find this This is the 'book'."

Dostoevsky: "..."

——I never expected that a genius would make the same choice as a desperate mortal.What is it called?Light of Wisdom?

When the pages were gone, I fell to the ground at the same time as the storm subsided.

By the way... so many of you, all of you just stood there and watched me fall to the ground?

Before the darkness fell, I heard all kinds of calls from far and near, and the glasses called out the most miserable, as if my wife had died.Um... something seems wrong?

Forget it, I am also very tired, I really want to go back to Yokohama to eat the curry rice of Ziyuxuan.

There are no high-grade ingredients of rare birds and animals, no rice grown up listening to music, and no meltwater from alpine glaciers, just simple vegetable stew mixed with rice.

Such simple but filling food is the most suitable for mediocre ordinary people like me.

The delicacies are only to satisfy the curiosity, and life will eventually return to the most ordinary and ordinary side.

The "book" was torn into countless pieces by the protector, drifted away with the sea breeze, and would eventually melt into the sea like scattered cherry blossoms, and could no longer be used or contested.

No one could have imagined such a result, and it was not at all like what Yada Fubuki would do... But, after she really made such a decision, no one found it unacceptable—it was just too late to react.She is too decisive and full of action, just like when she made up her mind to get a divorce, she planned all the steps and made sure nothing went wrong.

Seeing that the plan fell through completely, and the operation to provoke the Armed Detective Agency and the Supernatural Secret Service also failed quickly, Dostoevsky of course had to run away.There are so many ways to change the world, and there are other options without the "book". It's just a pity that she never agreed with his ideals from the beginning to the end... very lonely.

"If we can meet again alive next time, how about sitting down and playing a game of cards together?"

It's probably not possible. Her ex-husband cried so heartbreakingly that he shouldn't be acting. The despair and pain that penetrated into the soul cannot be acted out.

Of course, the more important question is—he turned his head to look at the hand of his good friend who suddenly passed through the other side of the wall and stabbed him in the back: "Gogol, you're imposing your ideals on me again."

"Because you are my good friend, I can't bear to see you trapped in the world all day long and unable to be free..." Mr. Clown smiled and shed tears: "Anna is right, as long as a person is alive, it is impossible to obtain absolute freedom." Freedom, I am so worried about you, my friend, let Mr. Clown release your soul from the body."

"Farewell my dear friend, let us reunite in freedom."