super power

Osamu Dazai went to see the Majin alone in order to clarify this matter.

I really admire this guy, doesn't he hate pain the most?I don't know what my physical skills look like, but I went to pay the Hongmen Banquet!

I was silent for a while and asked, "Is everyone else okay?"

After being affirmed by Atsushi Nakajima, I nodded: "That's good."

Atsushi Nakajima looked at me worriedly: "Miss Nanyin, your complexion is not very good, are you okay?"

"What can I do, I'm just pissed off by some idiot."

Because of my strong ability, I rarely encounter situations where I need to fight wits, but if that devil wants to play, it doesn't matter if I play with him.

Much to my surprise, it didn't take me long to meet Dostoevsky - after I got rid of the dead house rat.

That person was standing on a reef by the sea in Yokohama, not far from the rough sea, the waves crashed on the dark brown reef, the rumbling sound almost overwhelmed all other sounds.

In my opinion, Fyodor's figure has not changed from the thin one when he was a child, even if I only saw his back, I can be sure.

I walked not far behind him, and the person who was looking down at the sea occasionally coughed twice.

I said, "Dostoevsky."

Why do I have the feeling of answering the teacher's questions in class?

Fyodor was stunned for a moment, then laughed in a low voice without any surprise, he turned his head slowly: "Finally... see you again."

This person has eyes similar to Dazai Osamu.

I admire his memory a little: "I left immediately at that time, you still remember me."

For me, it was just a few days and I almost forgot.

"How could I forget it?" Fyodor took off his hat and put it on his chest, staring at me with deep red eyes, and said meaningfully, "After all, he responded to my 'God'."

Every existence that can control its inner thoughts is troublesome.

"If you want to find me because of the book, you don't have to. The book has been almost destroyed by me." I said flatly, "I will give you a shot."

The smile on Fyodor's face disappeared, and he said frankly: "Even if the book disappears, your own existence can become the cornerstone of peace in this world and make all supernatural abilities disappear."

"...Why do you think that I will listen to you, isn't it ridiculous?" I said, "Don't say I didn't warn you, generally people who have such thoughts will end badly."

The label of the villain has been pasted on your head.

"Osamu Dazai chose his companion, so he is now in the hospital. What about your choice?" Fyodor opened his eyes wide, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was madness or something. "Protect the world, or protect the life of your companion?"

I suddenly felt a little bad: "What do you mean?"

The sky is gradually covered with dark clouds, and the seaside is getting more and more windy. Fyodor said: "The organization once wanted to destroy the entire Yokohama. I don't need so many. I can make the port Mafia and the armed detective agency go to heaven in an instant. □, plus what can kill hundreds of people somewhere in this world in an instant... that's about the same."

The most correct choice at this time should be to stabilize the rice ball, and at the same time summon the avatar to deal with the bomb.

Both Majin and Osamu Dazai have a policy of attacking the mind first, and my thoughts were disturbed by him.

My pupils shrank suddenly, and I subconsciously turned around and wanted to run to the two places he said.

"Boom-!!!"

There was a pain that could stop the heart for a moment and hit me the moment I turned around.

It was the first time for me to be shot, so I was stunned for a while looking at the blood sprayed out of my body, and then I realized firsthand... It turns out that the wound is something that can make people so painful.

Disturbed by Dostoevsky's words, I didn't even hear the heartbeat of the sniper who was aiming at me.

Hit very accurately, right in the heart.

This is a serious injury that even a person with superpowers cannot bear.

There was also a sense of numbness beyond the wound that instantly covered my body. I fell to my knees, and then fell to the ground completely with a plop.

It's so strange, everything feels so strange to me now.

There was warm liquid gradually expanding under my body. I didn't know why I couldn't heal the wound, so I coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood in confusion.

"There are people in the world who pray, so gods will answer them, but ah..." Fyodor knelt in front of me on one knee, still holding his hat to his heart with one hand, his expression was so soft that he almost looked like an ordinary person, "Who will come?" Respond to God?"

Who is God, I hate the guy who pushes me to give Christmas presents the most, okay?

I said weakly: "What did you do..."

Fyodor said slowly: "Disqualification in the world is indeed a very useful supernatural ability. Even people touched by Osamu Dazai's blood can instantly lose their ability."

"After I shot him, I made some bullets with the blood samples I got. As long as you are distracted, you can give the sniper a chance to shoot. Disqualification in the world can make you lose the protection of your ability. To be on the safe side, it is enough to let you Your inability to move..."

"I believe you can live beyond the time of talking, and I can help you take out that bullet, but the time after that is definitely not enough for you to find those bombs, unless I tell you from my mouth."

"Choose now, Qi Munanyin." Fyodor said word by word, "I just want to see a new world, can you understand me?"

Dostoevsky was in the cards, so it seemed to anyone.

He wanted to force this person to help him create that world.

This is a trap that I don't know how long I have been preparing for.

The finger of the man lying in the pool of blood moved.

Dostoevsky thought she was about to make a choice, and subconsciously bent down.

The blood-stained finger trembled and wrote a few words on the ground:

My coffee jelly.

The tragic feeling of leaving a word before death is deeply inspiring, and the trembling words at the end reflect the pain of the writer who cannot ask for it.

Confused Fantuan: "...?"

Is now the time to dwell on this personal hobby?

Why does it feel like something is wrong?

Amidst the loud sound of the waves crashing against the rocks, there was a sudden ringing of the phone, which sounded like a recording of the cry of a certain yellow mouse, which made Dostoevsky stunned.

I looked at the caller ID, and answered the phone helplessly: "Hey... I don't have money to buy a house, why should I call a student to sell a house?"

Why are there always people who like to call at such critical times to stir things up.

A shadow suddenly fell over my head, I raised my head and saw the rice ball with the hat off without any surprise: "Hi."

Dostoevsky withdrew his gaze from under the reef, and repeatedly looked at the me lying in the pool of blood and the me standing in the crevice of the reef below.

Unexpectedly, I still have a body, a skill you haven't seen before.

Now that it's exposed, there's nothing you can do about it.

I climbed up from under the rock, thinking that luckily I had all the words out.

In front of that rice ball, I wiped off the ashes of the avatar, and then used my super power to shrink her and put her away—it’s too laborious to create a cockroach, and it’s too wasteful if it’s just a disposable item.

This is a rare perfection with only a little hunchback.

If I were Dostoyevsky, my mentality must have collapsed. It's really hard for him to just look a little twitched.

After putting away my avatar, I turned to face the rice ball and said, "I know what happened to you."

Dostoevsky sneered twice: "Is education going to start?"

"No," I said, "My world is very different from this side. There are only a handful of existences with supernatural powers, that is, people like me are the rarest, unlike the supernormal abilities that are everywhere on your side. People with abilities are different."

"If I want to, I can kill all human beings in a few days, but I don't want to live like that, because my parents, my friends are ordinary people, I just want to have an ordinary life with them."

Yes, from the very beginning, in a way, Dostoevsky and I were looking for the same thing.

"I understand your idea of ​​wanting all the supernatural powers to disappear, but that's impossible."

The existence of something in a world must have its necessity.

If the superpowers of Kusuo and I really disappeared completely at the beginning, then that meteorite could destroy the earth we live on.

It's still the unsolvable problem - I can't have the life I want with superpowers, and I can't protect the people around me without superpowers...

"..." Dostoevsky stared at me for a long time, closed his eyes, and said slowly, "You are different from me."

I stepped forward and grabbed Dostoevsky's hand.

He froze for a moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously wanted to pull his hand out.

Nothing happened.

The ability of "Crime and Punishment" was not activated.

I let him go, and took off the ultra-thin transparent gloves on my hand to show him: "My ability also needs this. If necessary, I can send you a box at a wholesale price. It should be enough for daily use."

Practical and good things, whoever uses them will know.

Dostoevsky tilted his head slightly and looked at me: "Everyday?"

I said, "Don't you want to see a world without supernatural powers?"

Fantuan subconsciously opened his eyes wide.

When I was returning from the edge of the cliff to the Armed Detective Agency, there was a sudden noise in the distance.

It turned out that people from the Armed Detective Agency collided with the port Mafia again for some reason. This time was different from the tense meeting last time. It was purely accidental.

I hurried over: "What are you doing?"

I look at the scene and it's about to start a fight.

Osamu Dazai, who just finished the operation, wandered around on crutches, and made Nakahara Chuya so angry that he could give him a kick at any time.

"Miss Nanyin, you are here!" Atsushi Nakajima supported Dazai Osamu, and said helplessly, "We and Mafia both wanted to find Dostoevsky, and we did not know how we found each other."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa coughed twice, staring sharply at Atsushi Nakajima's hand supporting Osamu Dazai: "Rento..."

Atsushi Nakajima: "I don't want to fight with you now, Akutagawa!"

Edogawa ranpo looked at me, and heaved a sigh of relief: "The problem of the devil has been solved."

I found that the acquaintances were all there.

I don't know when, everyone here can be called my friend, an existence that can be trusted with life and death.

[Kusuo, Nanyin, you must not let other people know that you have superpowers. The complexity of this world is far beyond your imagination. 】

Because of parents' instructions, even grandparents can't tell easily.

but……

I looked at Osamu Dazai and said, "You lost that bet."

Osamu Dazai was taken aback for a moment, then smiled lightly, and said softly: "Really, it doesn't matter anymore."

I said frankly, "I am indeed a person from another world."

There seemed to be silence in the air, and everyone was listening to me.

The wind in Yokohama was blowing as usual, from Wisteria Flower Street to Karakura Town, passing the landing airship.

"Strictly speaking, I don't have any superpowers, but if it wants to have a name, I think..."

There is only one answer.

"My superpower is called superpower."