super power

In the eyes of Osamu Dazai, I was a pure mana output. After all, I pinched him for so long that day and I didn't get a good result from pinching him. I was handcuffed and beat him up.

He therefore had no idea that I would do such a thing to stop the shooting.

Just kidding, if he could predict my next move, I wouldn't be called Qi Mu Nanyin with superpowers.

After Osamu Dazai was knocked down by me, I used telepathy to confirm the location of the shooter, teleported to the top floor of the tall building where he was hiding when he was running away, knocked him on the back of the neck and knocked him unconscious for 3 minutes , and then teleported back to the river with people and equipment.

I was quite proficient in this set of movements. When I returned to the beach with my people, I was suddenly swept down on the bank at an angled slope, and Osamu Dazai, who had rolled twice, hadn't gotten up yet.

The bandage device, which was barely visible after being soaked in water, completely turned into real human black mud.

The stunned Osamu Dazai patted the sand off his hair and removed the blackened bandage while getting up. He looked at the sniper and was silent for a while: "You are very fast."

"You will die soon." I threw the sniper and equipment at his feet. "How many times have you committed suicide here? The enemy has tracked your whereabouts."

Osamu Dazai squatted down to observe the sniper, without raising his head when he heard the words: "I haven't counted carefully, but there is a family restaurant near here that makes delicious crabs. I eat there every time before I come. The way my mother-in-law looks at me is no different from her grandson."

I:"……"

You committed suicide and also recognized a relative?

Terrific, you are probably the only one in the world who can make suicide no different from a career.

No wonder your subordinates' attitude is no different from going out to work every time they can't find you. Anyway, they are just going to those places to find people, right?If you have a new location and change is equivalent to a business trip?

Osamu Dazai suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched the sniper's chin and snapped it skillfully, forcing the unconscious man to open his mouth.

Foam dripped down the corner of the sniper's mouth, Osamu Dazai had such an expression on his face, he stood up and said in a regretful tone: "To be able to bite the poison in his teeth and commit suicide in such a short time before coma, is death As for the scholar, it seems that the clue is..."

I was taken aback for a moment, forgetting that Osamu Dazai was still by my side, subconsciously squatted down and put my hand on the sniper, returning his time to yesterday.

The heavily armed sniper disappeared, and a decadent uncle in a vest and big pants, lighting a cigarette in one hand and holding a bag of vegetables in the other, appeared in front of Osamu Dazai and me.

The decadent uncle was taken aback, but before he could react, I knocked him unconscious again with a "click".

No matter how mysterious and powerful a person is, there will always be a day when he needs to run around for his life, but this is just a passer-by. The real paper man, god and goddess will not have such a day, unless the plot requires it.

Seeing my series of operations, Osamu Dazai, who hadn't finished speaking just now, was silent for a long time.

I took out an apple from the shopping bag full of vegetables and took a bite, saying: "It seems that he hasn't received the mission yesterday, even if he is alive, it is no different from the clue being broken."

"There is one more type of supernatural ability." Osamu Dazai touched his chin and looked at me, "So? Are you trying to let me let this person go?"

He seems to be familiar with my endless "supernatural powers".

It stands to reason that my existence in this world would also cause an uproar, but those in Hong Kong and Hei who know my power all accept it well.

I guess they either feel that the world doesn't matter like Osamu Dazai, so I don't care, or they trust Mori Ogai's decision like Chuya Nakahara.

"Why would I do this? He wants to kill you and not me, and you are the one who should make the decision." I swallowed the apple, a little surprised, "This is actually quite delicious, I don't know which supermarket I bought it from .”

My attitude towards the existence of fruit is very subtle. On the one hand, I can only think of it in the ingredients of desserts, but those are basically canned foods that are not very delicious. On the other hand, if I don’t eat them, I will be nagged by my mother Unhealthy or something.

As the only existence that I can see his face anytime and anywhere without deliberately controlling it, Osamu Dazai bowed his head after hearing my words, closed his eyes and gave a low laugh.

"Qimu Nanyin," he said quietly, "do you want to be the conscience of port mafia?"

Sorry, that position has already been taken by the beloved Mr. Zhongyuan.

Conscience, are you serious?I've never felt like I had anything like that other than being responsible for coffee jelly.

I say that there is a grievance and a debtor, and I am not the protagonist, why do I want to save everyone I see.

Dazai Osamu's current temperament is a bit landslide, and his voice is broken again, becoming very similar to the Dazai Osamu and I saw at the gate of Koguro that day.

But he quickly adjusted himself again, and the phone in his jacket rang—even if the phone was waterproof, it would be a disaster for Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai picked up the phone: "Mr. Hirotsu, yes, I'm on the Gulf side, and a sniper who assassinated me is here, you send a few people over to receive it... No, basically you don't need to hand it over to the interrogation department, ask If there is no useful news, just go through the process."

Osamu Dazai, who put down the phone, called me who was about to walk away. He twisted his jacket that was still dripping, and said to me: "Please at least help me restore my clothes. Although it is so wet, it can be given to me." I created a chance to commit suicide with cephalosporin and wine after a cold, but it was really hard."

I should stay away from Osamu Dazai as soon as possible, but this guy looks pitiful.

I hesitated for a moment: "Yes, yes, but this is on the street, so find a place where you won't be allowed to run naked."

I happen to be a little hungry, is there a shop here?The kind that is open to Hong Kong black members.

While waiting for the person to take over the sniper, Osamu Dazai and I ate all the apples bought by the sniper.

That shop was the dessert shop I swore I would never set foot in again.

Okay, I admit that I am really fragrant.

It’s because the coffee jelly made by him is so delicious that I can go there countless times if I bite the bullet and ignore every move of the clerk.

It just so happened that the store was specially opened for members of Hong Kong gangsters, and there would be no danger if Osamu Dazai's sensitive identity went there.

I risked it all, never expecting it to be closed.

I folded my arms and looked at the signboards and glass windows that were riddled with holes as if they had just been shot with a machine gun. I couldn't help saying, "I've been sought for revenge."

Just say that mafia opened some dessert shop.

Things that are so dreamy that they don't fit the Hong Kong black design will go wrong sooner or later.

By the way, the unknown red piece left on the only intact piece of glass is paint, right?It's definitely the paint that fell off accidentally from the decoration upstairs, not the dead confidence left by blood.

I didn't see anything, I definitely didn't see any information like "the murderer is xxx"!

Osamu Dazai looked at a piece of paper pasted on the wall beside the door: "It was decided to change the address and upgrade the store, so it was closed, so I said why it looks so familiar, this is not the last time you helped me buy cotton from Nanyin." Is that the store that came out of Jiaoli? It’s the property of Hong Kong black people.”

ha?

Blind people can see that this is the place where someone has to close the shop after a fierce battle for revenge, right? That store manager really dares to open his eyes and talk nonsense and talk about upgrading and changing the address?

I resolutely planned to drag Osamu Dazai and leave: "You might as well just go to the mall and buy a new one."

"Wait, just because everyone has left doesn't mean they can't be used anymore." Dazai Osamu walked into the store stepping on broken glass all over the floor, he went in and looked behind the cash register, "This place is also empty, then... ..."

I pointed to the back library and said, "The door there is locked."

Although opening the lock is an instant thing for me, I don't want to stay here for a long time.

The clinker Osamu Dazai searched in the drawer of the cash register and found a small hairpin.

Osamu Dazai bent the hairpin a few times flexibly with both hands, poked it into the door lock and fiddled with it for less than three seconds. There was a "click" and the door lock opened.

Is this also a necessary operation for Hong Kong blacks?Osamu Dazai, you are indeed a candidate for cadres, not a grassroots employee, right?

The back warehouse is connected to the dessert making room, the staff locker room and the cold storage for material storage.

Osamu Dazai took off a set of clean employee uniforms from the locker room familiarly, and found several large rolls of clean bandages from an unknown corner.

Holding these bandages, Osamu Dazai seemed quite happy and raised his eyebrows: "This is ok."

I looked at the wound medicine, alcohol, drugs, machine gun bullets, grenades, and at least seven or eight types of firearms that were dragged out together with the bandages: "..."

The front is normal, but the latter should not appear in the dessert shop, even if it’s just for saving face, you are here for children and girls to build their dreams, not some old den of the underworld!Have you turned this place into a base for a great hermit in the city?

Although I had a deep understanding of what this store is last time, I still couldn't resolve my desire to complain.

But what surprised me is that the cold storage here is full of finished desserts. Although they are all kinds of desserts that have been stored for a long time and don't need to worry too much about the taste, just looking at them will make people happy.

While I was having dessert, Osamu Dazai changed into a dessert shop uniform, the one with the super kawaii pink cream bunny on it.

At this time, Osamu Dazai hadn't wrapped those bandages on his body, and he changed from seventeen or eighteen years old back to a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy.

While eating dessert, I helped Osamu Dazai restore his clothes, and I took the time to remind him: "Change it out if you have the chance, or else it will return to this dripping wet state at this time tomorrow."

Dazai Osamu looked at the dessert packaging that had quickly accumulated into a small mound around me, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I'm already tired of just looking at it, and you're amazing in some aspects, not to mention your supernatural powers."

What are you talking about, how could you feel tired of such a delicious thing!

So I ate dessert there, and Osamu Dazai, who had changed back into his own clothes, sat and bandaged himself while humming a song with a strange tune and a strange lyrics (it seemed that he himself made it up).

When I let go of the half-empty refrigerator temporarily, I turned my head and saw that Osamu Dazai had not only finished wrapping the bandages on his body, but also put a beautiful plaster cast on his left hand.

Where did the plaster come from?