Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

If your social account avatar hunts you down, what are your chances of surviving?

When asked such entertaining questions, most people would probably laugh it off, or join the discussion with great interest, and would not really take it to heart.After all, this kind of thing that only exists in fantasy can't happen to me, let alone the profile picture is an anime character, how could the paper man crawl out of the screen.

Now Shuji Tsushima has to face up to this problem.

His social account avatar in the real world is really coming to hunt him down.

The unnaturalness of that moment seemed to be just an illusion.

Shuji Tsushima lowered his eyes, pushed the black tea that he had only taken a sip onto the coffee table, and coughed lightly with his right hand clenched in front of his mouth, his tone was still cheerful as always.

"Toanosuke is a living Tonosuke!" He fell back suddenly, completely sunk in the sofa cushions, grabbed a pillow and started rolling all over the sofa, but at a certain moment, he misfired and stopped everything. Insanely excited behavior.

The iris pupils did not reflect any light.

Shuji Tsushima embraced the pillow, curled up on the sofa in an overly obedient posture, tilted his head and looked at the unpredictable Fyodor.

"Should I be happy?" he asked.

Fyodor: "..."

The person being asked just gracefully wiped the rest of the teacups, without any answer.

Fyodor took the lead to look away, silently watching his blurred silhouette reflected in the delicate porcelain cup.No one spoke for a while, and there was only the ticking of the hands of the clock in the room, and the weak and shallow breathing of the two people covered under it.

Not much realism.

Oda Sakunosuke is Dazai Osamu's best friend, the light that he did not hesitate to expose all the scars in the abyss and tried to keep them, and the scars that he will always engrave in his heart.But there is nothing in the grasped hands after all, even if pushed into the sunlight, Osamu Dazai will never be able to get out of the quagmire.He just listened to the last words left by his friend, stumbled and continued on the lost journey.

The things you are looking for will never find the answer.

This is understood as early as they know their own truth.

Lost memories cannot be traced, not a devil, nor the youngest cadre of the port mafia.Ability is just a fantasy of mediocre beings, something that does not exist in reality.Shuji Tsushima and Fyodor have become two brand-new individuals, watching everything that happened in the world where they once existed with God's vision, but they can only exist as outsiders forever.

The man once named Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand cautiously, exhausting the courage he had accumulated for a long time, trying to touch something that he once had, which might be called happiness, but he was afraid of being burned by this warmth.

He is a coward.

Feeling helpless, Fyodor put the cleaned teacup back on the tray, opened the drawer casually, found several fruit candies with different flavors, and threw it at Shuji Tsushima.The person whose head was hit showed a suspicious expression, covered his head and picked up the scattered candies one by one, pinched his fingertips to distinguish the taste, and finally threw a certain candy that didn't suit him back to the table with a disgusted face superior.

"A rare opportunity, isn't it better than one?"

Seeing that Xiuzhi had returned to his usual state, Fyodor simply skipped the topic and did not continue.He got up and went to the semi-open kitchen, staring intently at the desserts in the oven that were gradually staining an attractive burnt brown, put on oven gloves in advance, prepared the tray and waited, "At this point in time, he will be killed by Natsume in a short time." The teacher is going to change jobs."

Now Oda Sakunosuke is 14 years old, and he is about to meet Natsume Soseki to wash his hands in the golden basin. Pandora's Actor will probably be the last list in his killer career.

I don't know if it's luck or misfortune...

Shuji Tsushima showed a look of embarrassment. After stuffing all the candies into his pockets, he bent down and took out a pistol from under the sofa.He casually raised his arm, aimed at the decorative painting hanging on the wall across the room, and didn't pull the trigger for a long time.

He squinted one eye, tugged at the corner of his mouth, his long hair blocked his vision, and everything in front of him was blurred.After that, he put the gun without a magazine in the fruit plate, mixed it with a few plump and bright apples, and said in a hesitant tone: "It's really exciting...but I'm not Gide."

"Xiujiu's Spear Body Art is completely unqualified."

"Yes, yes, I know." Shuji Tsushima waved his hand casually, words and deeds filled with the word powerless, "But Fei Jia, your standard...is not up to the level of senior sister Yanmo's gunfight. "

It is too embarrassing to predict the opponent's actions and intercept the ballistic.

Fyodor opened the oven door to avoid the oncoming heat, took out the newly baked cookies, and sprinkled icing on them one by one, "With the quality of GM, it's easy to do that."

Shuji Tsushima: "..."

A moment of silence.

"I seem to remember that I am a brain school...?"

The tempting aroma of biscuits filled the whole space for a while, Shuji Tsushima's nose moved slightly, he got up from the sofa, and happily took the tray handed by Fyodor.He couldn't wait to pinch a piece, and stuffed it into his mouth while exclaiming how hot it was, enjoying the newly baked delicacy.

Unlike myself who was obsessed with simulated management and focused on developing "Meles", "Rat of the Dead House" did not need to invest too much energy in the early stage, and now is not the best time for this organization to make a name for itself.During this period of time, Fyodor was so boring that he was almost moldy, and gradually developed into a life player, lighting up many skills that did not match his style of painting.

Just like making desserts, he has successfully fattened up his friend, at least he no longer looks like the thin and malnourished one.

"There is a problem." Tsujima Shuji chewed the biscuit, stretched out a hand that was half-wrapped in a bandage, gesticulating, and his words were vague, "Pandora's Actor has never left Europe at all, and the reward is offered Why does the person with my head firmly believe that I am in Japan."

"Meles" has only appeared in front of the world for a short time. In the past year or so, it has only gradually developed its own power in Europe, and its foundation is still shallow. Judging from its past style, it should not be so aggressive. The news that "Meles" would develop its industry to Japan came suddenly, and the publicity was overwhelming, but before that, most people didn't even know what it was and what its main industry was.

After all, this is a wonderful company that started with canned crab meat and dishwashers, and its research and development all depend on the preferences of the immediate boss.

It's true that he intends to develop in Japan, but European officials are keeping a close eye on Pandora's Actor. This identity will only sit in the rear, and it is impossible to come to the field to investigate in person.

The source of wrong information at this time can only be...

OK, case solved.

"So I was deceived by your false information again." Shuji Tsushima rolled his eyes, unabashedly spurning Fyodor's mouse behavior, picked up another biscuit, and acted as an emotionless chewing machine.

Casting aside the friend does not prevent him from eating the biscuits made by the friend.

He ruffled his already fluffy and curly black hair in distress, and muttered: "Well...it's troublesome."

Fyodor chuckled: "How does it feel to be chased by your own life?"

"It's hunting." Shuji Tsushima corrected him.

Oda Sakunosuke is the most special existence to Osamu Dazai, the white moonlight that can never get over it, fed the two people who have read Wenye doujin all over their mouths.

Shuji Tsushima, who has lost all memories of the past, can only understand his past through novels and dramas, and knows the friendship he once had, but he cannot bring his own feelings into it.

He couldn't find any memories about Oda Sakunosuke, and he already knew how the stage play would end before the gangsters got together.

"If I had memory, I would cry to death..." Shuji Tsushima pursed his lips, not knowing whether he was glad or regretful, "Ah, do you want to wear a red scarf for the occasion?"

At least Jae, the leader of the beast line, can know this memory.

Even if it's just a mirage-like phantom, it's better than knowing everything but being unable to change the bad ending.

GMs need to make maintaining this world a priority.

Fyodor sat aside silently with a biscuit in his mouth, and opened the oversized lunch box in his hand. After the upper cover was removed, what was revealed was an operation interface full of buttons, which was rather bulky.He picked up a few documents that had been turned upside down on the coffee table, and complained, "I advise you not to, Odasaku of this period really knows how to shoot."

"That's right..."

Shuji Tsushima lied back on the sofa weakly, clinging to the edge of the armrest, resting his chin in a casual manner on the busyness of the onlookers.

"Speaking of which, is that a fax machine?"

After eating the cookies that were delicious enough to rival those sold in dessert shops, Shuji Tsushima licked off the icing sugar left on his fingertips, and wandered over to Fyodor who was typing away, his eyes fixed on him Something with a strange shape on the leg raised his eyebrows inadvertently, "Why did you deliberately put it in the lunch box?"

Even in this era they live in, fax machines are products that are about to be eliminated by the market, not to mention there are bug-level existences like "Meles" who are stepping up the development of smart phones and rapidly promoting the development of the information age.It won't be long before the technological level of the world here will be on par with the real world.

The mobile games and virtual singers he has been thinking about will soon be on the agenda.

Fyodor was stuffing a few documents with his fake identity printed on it, concentrated on operating the fax machine, and did not directly answer Xiu Zhi's question, "I have recently taken a fancy to a shop and plan to rent it out to open a shop."

The previous cookies can be regarded as a trial product before the official opening. The taste has been confirmed, and there are no more effects beyond reality, at least there will be no effect of amnesia after eating.

As for why he lost his memory... The question is that Shuji Tsushima is very talented, and the things he made have long been beyond common sense.

"Is that so..."

Shuji Tsushima took out a document that had been transferred, looked at the text on it and pondered for a while, then squeezed thoughtfully and sat down next to Fyodor.

"Fei Jia, ask a question." He poked the other person's arm lightly, picked up the page of documents, and looked unpredictable.

"Is it a law for a detective agency to open a coffee shop downstairs?"

On the document, the address of the shop showed a place name that never existed in this world.

——[Floor Floor, 39-chome [-], Rice Flower Town, Tokyo]