super power

Why are you two looking at me like that?

All the special abilities in the world can be summed up by this name. I can't tell you that my ability is called superpower. Isn't this more like nonsense?

Nakahara Nakaya looked "Are you kidding me", while Dazai Osamu was stunned, and then threw himself on the table and hammered the table with a "poof" laugh.

"I can't do it anymore, you are really serious about saying these things." Osamu Dazai finally straightened up, and he scooped a spoonful of coffee jelly into his mouth, "Could it be because he likes to eat this...Wow! This It tastes bitter and sweet, how do you manage to eat so much in a day without getting tired of it?"

I said, "No matter how much you eat something you like, you won't get tired of it."

Osamu Dazai ate the creamy part of the coffee jelly and didn't touch it again, even though I stared at him with condemnation of "waste".

Osamu Dazai was afraid of suffering and pain, but it was such a person with a careless smile who would go to the rooftop without hesitation and jump every time.

I'm still quite curious about what the world looks like in his eyes, but I can't see it.

Zhong Yuanzhong also doesn't like sweets, so he casually pushed his coffee jelly to me: "Sure enough, you girls like sweet things more."

Thank you, Mr. Zhongyuan, who is loved by everyone. In fact, my brother likes it too, but I will not refute you.

"Dazai, Chuya, and Nanyin, are you eating together?" Koye Ozaki appeared behind me, she put one hand on the back of my chair, and looked at us with a smile, "You are the closest in age in Port Mafia, concubine I was still worried about Nanyin, but now it seems that there is no need."

Osamu Dazai and I called out "Ms. Momiji".

Nakahara Nakaya casually called out "Miss Momiji", then was caught by Ozaki Momiji's kind eyes and abruptly changed back.

"My concubine is not old enough to be called big sister, what are you talking about?"

I moved inside, and Koyo Ozaki was sitting next to me.

I looked up and looked around with a spoon of coffee jelly in my mouth, and suddenly had an inexplicable feeling that I was still in the original world.

The people of Port Mafia are not without flaws, nor can they be called good people.

"By the way, Kusune," Ozaki Koyo looked at me, "The leader just came back, didn't you have something to look for him?"

Where is that bastard? !

Mori Ogai wasn't behind the desk when I "killed" to the top office - I thought it was his standby action, didn't it?

Mori Ogai changed into an ordinary white coat, and some stubble appeared on his chin.

Although his perverted side was occasionally exposed when he was the leader, he now looks completely different from the leader of Mafia at the port, and his voice has been completely changed, as if a social animal who just finished all night is about to get off work.

If he walked past me on the street like this, I would definitely not be able to recognize who he is unless he listens to his heartbeat.

Mori Ogai was squatting next to Alice, talking to her with a smile in a quite turbulent tone, I folded my arms and looked at the side for a long time before Alice noticed me: "Nanyin?"

I resisted the urge to throw the invitation ticket on Mori Ogai's face, and stared at him slightly with the death angle of the glasses lenses on and off: "Mr. Mori?"

Mori Ogai shuddered, and Alice took the opportunity to run to me and grabbed my sleeve, turned around and said to Mori Ogai, "Rintaro deserves it!"

Hearing this, Mori Ogai looked like he was about to cry, "Alice-chan, don't say that..."

I looked at Mori Ogai speechlessly: "You see, your daughter can't stand what you've done."

Although the existence of Alice corresponds to the name of the heroine in my Mori Ogai's works, I guess she actually corresponds to Mori Mori, the eldest daughter of Wenhausen Ogai.

The originator of a certain stream that many women worship.

Damn it, why can a pervert always be paired with a cute one.

There was a moment of silence in the office. Mori Ogai stood up with wide purple eyes and looked at me with a strange expression on his face: "What did Miss Nanyin say? Alice is not my daughter."

I was taken aback: "Huh?"

Are you kidding, where are you...

Wait, take a closer look, Alice looks like a little foreign girl with blond hair and blue eyes. She has no resemblance to Mori Ogai at all, and she can't even tell the tone of mixed blood. This is too biased. up.

Mori Ogai looked down at Alice, with red hearts bulging out of his whole body: "Ah~ Alice-chan is a little girl who is so cute that people can't wait to put it in their eyes."

I indifferently flicked away the red heart that he floated to me: "Then who is Alice?"

Mori Ogai: "My wife."

"..."

My brain froze for a moment at this extremely serious, non-joking and quite natural answer.

Although there is no evidence, I still have a feeling that Mori Ogai is playing me. I pointed to Mori Ogai and lowered my head and asked Alice: "What is he to you?"

Mori Ogai didn't have a single word that was reliable, so I'd better ask the other party.

Alice showed disgust: "Perverted lolicon."

great!I must call the police!

Am I an idiot for hoping for Mori Ogai?

No, this guy is the leader of Port Mafia.

Tsk, the police can't control this pervert anymore, will it be useful for me to knock him out and carry him to the Supernatural Secret Service?

Wait, let me think in reverse, if the name of the ability does not necessarily have to be the name of the work?

Suddenly, I had a bold idea. Thinking of this, I read Alice's memory, but found that there was only a blank space.

Instead, I touched the memory of Mori Ogai along the connection point.

This guy has been playing with his own abilities? !

So it's not marrying Yokohama but a different ability? !

Personality, compared to the one who played poker with his own shadow. Although it is not a starting point at all, it is more than that.

At most, I only let my avatar help me line up to buy coffee jelly, and I got half of her points when I came back.

All of a sudden my thoughts of punching this guy disappeared.

I sighed: "Mr. Sen, may I ask how old you are this year?"

"36 years old, what's the problem?" Mori Ogai was a little confused by the sudden pity in my eyes.

"Shall I tell you a cruel fact?" I said, "My dad is 38 years old. His only specialty is flattering his boss, and he always flatters horses. But he already has three children."

Marriage is happy and the family is "harmonious". Kusuo and I, who are so affectionate every day, can't stand it.

Mori Ogai, you are already a big man, and you have a decent face, but you can't even get married.

You can't really officially announce that you can get a marriage certificate with Yokohama or a different ability-I believe my eyes have fully conveyed this to him.

My anger towards Boss Scrap dissipated, and I left the office of the Mafia boss at the port contented.

I turned around and went to a nearby department store in the dark, planning to buy some daily necessities and cat food for Sanhua.

I searched all the way on the shelves with the list of goods I wrote just now—I still don’t know what the salary situation is, and in case I can’t help but start with the sweets in the dessert area, I deliberately planned to make a detour road.

But I heard a familiar heart sound struggling there, turned around and found that tall figure thinking about something in front of the freezer.

"Mr. Oda?"

"Saiki? Good evening." Oda Sakunosuke turned his head while facing a freezer full of sweets. He glanced at my shopping cart, "Are you here to buy daily necessities? How are you doing today?"

Sakunosuke Oda probably wanted to ask me how I feel about working at Port Mafia.

"Whether you're busy or not, it's a mess," I looked at the cheesecake in his hand, "I thought you only liked spicy curry, can I help you?"

Oda Sakunosuke hesitated for a moment.

I heard him mention several children in his voice, it seems that they lost their families in the war between Yokohama Mafia before and were adopted by Oda Sakunosuke.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't seem to tell Dazai Osamu about these children, he just wanted to raise these children to grow up well, so even if I already knew, I didn't take the initiative to bring it up but waited for him to speak.

By the way, I don’t know if I have a chance to ask him to show me a live Natsume Soseki, after all, he is a rare writer here who is still writing novels.

"Saiki, what do children generally like?" Oda Sakunosuke has been wandering around the mall for a long time, and now he still has no idea, so he has no choice but to ask me, "Your telepath Dazai mentioned it to me, I Just ask directly, it is a little girl who is about this age."

Oda Sakunosuke compared a number to me.

"I accidentally came late on her promised birthday and wanted to buy something to apologize."

A cute little girl appeared in Oda Sakunosuke's mind.

I thought for a while: "Your idea is still correct, but it still depends on what the child likes. If you want me, coffee jelly is enough."

"If you are late because of something important at work, in fact, you just need to explain it well and apologize... What is it because of Oda-san?"

Another image appeared in Oda Sakunosuke's mind: "I was stopped by a foreigner to ask for directions, but I don't know where he is going, and his foreign language accent is so strong that I can't understand it at all, so I was delayed. "

I was a little confused: "Why didn't you take him to the police station?"

Although Oda Sakunosuke is a low-level employee of the port Mafia, he doesn't have his work unit written on his face.

Oda Sakunosuke said: "I brought it, he insisted on thanking me, but he wouldn't let me go."

Me: "...Is it okay to refuse this kind of thing?"

"I declined," said Oda Sakunosuke, "but he ignored me completely."

Oda Sakunosuke replayed the scene of that day in his mind. I watched the conversation between him and the foreigner, and I knew what the problem was after a few glances.

Oda Sakunosuke showed no sign of rejection at all!The foreigner who maintained his usual expression and enthusiasm kept talking, even if neither side understood what the other was saying.

Is Oda Sakunosuke a habitual facial paralysis? !He himself has not realized it at all!

Oda Sakunosuke sighed: "I don't know what's going on."

No, you should know, tell me clearly if you refuse others!

When I complained, there was a sudden throbbing pain in my mind, and the feeling of predicting the picture popped up again.

I covered the right half of my face and observed the people in the picture in surprise.

Oda Sakunosuke?