Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

The conversation that was unknown to outsiders finally came to an end, and the young man who had always acted like a clown left.The smile that had been hanging on his face all year round disappeared, and he walked in a direction that no one knew by himself.

The setting sun dyed the earth an uneasy orange. The closer the end of the world is, even the most ordinary sunset seems to announce the end of mankind.

Fyodor remained silent, staring at his own reflection of the black tea in the cup, and deep in his purple eyes were thoughts of unknown meaning.The lover sitting next to him finally calmed down, and the object of dislike left, and he didn't need to continue to be childish. He was also silent, leaning on Fyodor's body and taking a nap with half-closed eyes.

Only the deep and melodious classical music in the store is flowing.

From the very beginning, they knew that this conversation would not end smoothly, and that a breakup would be the logical development.

Just like the official information, what Gogol hates the most is being restrained from freedom.However, even for Fyodor, the best solution that can be thought of cannot avoid this aspect.

Not only the root world, they became administrators, and even Bungo Stray Dog's main world is completely in their hands, becoming a god-like existence.

Fyodor is determined to truly accept friendship, and has such a relationship with Gogol, who communicated with him a lot in the original work.However, if he really revealed his arrangement in front of the two of them, the ending would not be perfect.

Until the last trace of temperature disappeared, the ice-cold tea finally could not rise slowly, and the coffee shop also ushered in the closing time.The two young people who were supposed to be playing chess face to face in the prison finally got up and left. They were the same as the man who was dressed as a clown at the table with them before, and they didn't know where they would end up.

Since then, the world has continued to run unimpeded.

The armed detective agency, which was framed as the five decays of heaven and man, did not do much anymore, and even hounds had difficulty finding their traces.Far away in the prison, Osamu Dazai left, and Edogawa Ranpo's consciousness was also taken away by the future Mr. Dazai.Even if the demons also lost their traces and could no longer command the enemy at all, the exposure of Shenwei's true identity also made it difficult for them to move forward.

The main reason is that there is no time.

It is impossible for Xin Shuanghei, who was deliberately let go by Shuji Tsushima, to appear in front of the world in the past two days.Once the fact that they are still alive is exposed, it will threaten Shuji Tsushima's safety. Regarding this, the leaders of both sides made the decision to conceal it.

As for Shuji Tsushima, who bears the identity of Pandora's Actor, he no longer contacted Kamui, and completely cut off all his contact methods as if he had evaporated from the world.

After all, for the five declines of heaven and man, he has become a dispensable pawn who has played his role early.As long as those currency bombs all over the world are successfully detonated, the role of Pandora can be said to have played all its uses.

The young man changed from his overly conspicuous dark yellow military uniform, but he didn't dress like a Butei Zai. Instead, he chose casual clothes at random, and walked to the streets of Yokohama with his own face openly.

He bought a bunch of mustard flowers with relatively simple packaging, and his expression was extremely complicated. He didn't know whether it was a mixture of heaviness or relief, which made his iris-colored eyes that shone with an unclear luster look even deeper.

The youth's destination was simple, a public cemetery by the sea, an old grave somewhere alone under a tree.The handwriting on the tombstone has long since been eroded by the sea breeze. Except for the Roman abbreviation of a certain person's name, the rest of the handwriting is already difficult to read.

Shuji Tsushima stopped in front of the tombstone, bent down to arrange the bunch of mustard flowers, and didn't intend to stay too long.He just sighed slightly, then turned and left without hesitation, and returned to his lover.

Fyodor grabbed his hand very naturally. The two people's body temperature blended together, and their fingers intertwined. Under the shade of the tree, they didn't know what was silent.

It was Fyodor who broke the silence first.

His dark and complex eyes fell on the tombstone for a long time, and his purple eyes moved with the petals dancing in the wind, and were blocked by too long bangs, so he could only watch everything in front of him through the fine black hair .

"Is this really good?" he murmured.

"Why do you ask?"

The movements of the Russian youth froze slightly, as if he was looking for a suitable wording in his mind, he clenched his lover's palm and inadvertently tightened it, "For you in this world, you have already promised him to go to save people, Now I come here to visit the grave in this capacity..."

"It's quite ironic." Shuji Tsushima just smiled slightly, and took up the other party's words.

"But I still want to tell him what my final choice is. And I have successfully saved him, and I haven't been able to get the last words, so I don't have too much psychological burden now."

Before the world was really destroyed in his hands, the curly-haired young man who was supposed to be saving others, just like what he did in the original book, visited the grave of his former friends in different ways.

It was rare for him to go through a normal process. Like a normal person, he took the lead in going to the flower shop to buy a bouquet and placed it in front of the tombstone on the edge of the coast.I don't know if the young man said anything in his heart, so the short tomb-sweeping process came to an end.

Perhaps it was because he didn't know how he should feel when facing his friend who had been dead for many years, so he chose to remain silent.

Able to roughly understand what the lover was thinking, the Russian youth who also changed into casual clothes pursed his lips and changed the subject: "Speaking of which, what's going on at the detective agency?"

"Without Osamu Dazai and Ranpo Edogawa, at least it's difficult in terms of action." Shuji Tsushima shook his head, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "Besides, the president may have known who Kamui was a long time ago. , knowing the ability of the opponent, it is even more impossible to let the subordinates go to die."

Recalling certain details revealed in the original work, when Edogawa Ranpo disguised himself as Kamui to rescue the president, Fukuzawa Yukichi's momentary shock did not seem fake.It was as if he already knew who the person under the gas mask would be, but what was actually revealed in front of him was a completely different face from what he had expected.

Combining the past of the two, relying on a brief meeting, it is indeed possible for the president to deduce the fact that the other party is concealing.

"This is probably the reason why Mr. Ranpo is not allowed to use super-reasoning. If you maintain the harmony on the surface, you won't tear your face so quickly." The young man tilted his head, stretched out his free hand, and gestured meaninglessly in the air, "The situation on Meursault's side can't be hidden. The first person to know about our escape is probably Mr. Fudi."

"Even if all contact with the outside world is cut off, regular inspections will quickly expose what happened in the prison, which has reached its limit." Fyodor's tone was indifferent, but the information he revealed was chilling.

Indeed, the prison authorities initially concealed the news of the escape of the two, mostly to find out the existence of the inner ghost and some subtle facial factors.However, with the passage of time, the paper that tried to wrap the flames finally burned to ashes. At this time, they wanted to pass on this important information, but they were blocked by the "gods".

That prison has become an isolated island, and whether the people who stay in it survive is no longer their concern.

The pale-skinned young man smiled, "It's ridiculous, no matter how much humans crawl and struggle, they can't escape the so-called God's grasp."

"Atsushi-kun should have delivered the information about me very well." Shuji Tsushima was noncommittal about his lover's nagging words from time to time, or simply ignored them and turned the topic to other directions, "It's just a matter of waiting gone."

There are still less than 10 minutes before the explosion time he originally set.

"Do you know what this is like?" the young man asked abruptly.

Looking up at the clouds moving slowly with the wind in the sky, the glare of the sun fell on the pupils of the young man. However, the body that has been blessed will not be burned by the sun, and he does not even have the slightest soreness of not blinking for a long time.

"Hmm." Fyodor, who seemed to be completely oblivious to what his lover was saying, and whose eyes were unknowingly blank, responded briefly in a soft voice.

"It's as if there are only the two of us left in the world, wandering aimlessly, looking for a place where we can both be happy, and keep going like this." Shuji Tsushima didn't care about the other party's performance, he There was a slight pause in the sentence, and the voice was so soft that it could not be heard, "The fact is not like this."

Fyodor sighed slightly. After living in the house for many years, he managed to find the most suitable metaphor, "It's a bit like Qianhu and Yuli."

It is the end of mankind. In a world that is about to come to an end, the story of two girls driving a caterpillar car towards their goal.

Just like them, there is only each other in the world, and there is no other kind.

""Girls' Last Journey" is indeed very similar, the seemingly warm daily life, and the loneliness and despair that surround me all the time." Pulling out the drama I watched more than ten years ago from the depths of my memory, Shuji Tsushima shook his head unobtrusively, "At least they still have the goal of moving towards the top to support them, what about us? Did Fei Jia really have a goal?"

"No." Facing his lover's question, the young man replied without hesitation, "It was originally like this."

He clenched his hands again, feeling the warmth from the other's palm, and added: "Or I once had a goal, but I gave up in the end. So that the only thing left to me now is to want to be with you If you hold hands and don't let go, the rest doesn't matter."

Fyodor has been in this state at least for the past few decades when he really decided to realize his long-cherished wish.

He couldn't find a new target, so he could only keep wandering, unable to do anything except hold tightly to the hand of the only person of the same kind he could touch.