Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Sigma would not forget that face.

Gloomy and pale, as if living in a dark place that refuses sunlight all year round, just like a mouse, even if it appears in broad daylight, it will give people a very disgusting feeling.But on weekdays, he always covered it up with a gentle mask, and he did a great job of superficial skills, fooling him for a long time, only those dark, ghostly eyes revealed the man's true nature.

Even though they lived under the same roof, they were blinded by the so-called "family" and hadn't noticed it for a long time.

Sigma couldn't restrain the trembling of his hands. He was always known for his good personality in the detective agency, and he rarely got completely angry.But at this moment, the young man didn't want to be gentle any longer. He struggled to pull the corners of his extremely stiff lips, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and the emotion called resentment burst out from his chest.

"Mikhail..."

His gun no longer trembled, the black muzzle seemed to be able to devour everything, pointing directly at the thin young man's heart, and then he squeezed the trigger hard with his fingertips.

Ironically, the man wasn't hurt at all.

As expected, the black bat that appeared between the two blocked the way of the bullet. After erasing the bullet, the palm-sized bat continued to flutter its wings. The too-pale Russian youth flew around.

And the man remained silent, which made Sigma faintly aware of the strangeness.

He realized that he seemed to have overlooked some details.

There is no doubt that the ability to control supernatural bats on the surface is actually the ability to eliminate indiscriminately. It is Mikhail's group of demons.But the eyes of the man opposite him were empty, the pupils lost their brightness, and the color deposited at the bottom of the iris was so dark that it made people tremble. Even the action of blocking the bullet was subconscious, without much rationality.

He was also dressed in one familiar to Sigmar.The black robe fit tightly around the waist, except for the loose end. The cloak with torn corners was draped behind him, and the hood could not cover the contours of the face. It was drifting with the wind, like cotton wool, disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was a group of demons, and the man used the cloak as a medium to transform more supernatural bats than ever before, covered by the fog that had not yet cleared, and he didn't know where he was going.

Sigma's heart sank suddenly.

The only ones docked near Xinsheng Everdark Island were the warships they were on when they came.

The urgent sense of crisis made him have no time to think, and Sigma was forced to get rid of the strange feeling that kept growing in his mind, and his complexion became more and more solemn.The only thing he can count on is this ordinary pistol in his hand. At this moment, it is no exception for anyone else.

However, the man he regarded as an enemy, except for the initial action of eliminating the bullet, did not make any other movements, and did not show any hostility.Suddenly, his knees bent, his feet were so weak that he couldn't even maintain a standing posture, he staggered down, and without any warning, he vomited a mouthful of blood that was so red that it was dazzling, and fragments of broken internal organs could be seen faintly.

The bright red was reflected on Sigma's light gray iris, and the blood dripped onto the ground in front of him, mixed with the muddy dust, like gorgeous flowers blooming from the ruins.

The man struggled to support his knees and managed to maintain his figure. His complexion was so pale that he seemed to have been soaked in low-temperature sea water. The cold sweat from the pain spread all over his face, and together with the blood splashed on the robe, the clothes that were inconvenient to move The gown clung tightly to his body.

He struggled to breathe, opened and closed his pale lips, and finally uttered the overly heavy words in a very soft voice.

"go back."

Sigma was stunned: "What...?"

Finally, the feeling of strangeness that had been lingering in my heart for a long time broke out at this moment. As a member of the armed detective agency, the observation ability of the member of the armed detective agency returned instantly after hearing the man's words.

He noticed Mikhail's sense of disobedience in front of him.

That face was indeed the same as in the impression, and there was always something he couldn't understand in his heart, which made people praise him wherever he went. The beautiful eyes were so deep that it was scary to look at it, deeply embedded in the misery. In cheeks like white paper.

Mikhail is so, is it not Fyodor?

The iconic black robe confuses Sigma's judgment, easily making him preconceived, thinking that the man in front of him is the object of his hatred, but ignoring the end of the black hair that is close to the cheek, stained with a cloudy white stain.

It is salted.

After being seriously injured and falling into the sea, Fyodor didn't even get time to rest. He was already on the warship when he was rescued by Dr. Yosano, and he has been here since then, and he didn't have time to clean up.

The person in front of him was Fyodor.

"Mr. Fyodor...?" After trying repeatedly to distinguish the difference between the two, Sigma had an answer in his heart, but his high-hanging heart did not rest. "Why are you dressed like this?" He covered the trembling of his voice, and asked in a low voice, his eyes couldn't help falling on the other person's body covered by the black robe.

He was badly wounded, and his already dark robes were even worse than normal. They were completely soaked in blood, and the color was hard to detect.The slightly wide cuffs covered his right arm, and his hand was hanging loose, and it was obvious that there was no support.

In the end what happened?Even the demons will obey Mr. Fyodor's orders?

Fyodor's left arm was still intact, and he didn't have much strength at the moment. He could only wipe off the remaining blood on his jaw with difficulty. He frowned and dragged his hoarse and dry voice, but he didn't answer Sigma's question.

"Don't go any further, there's still time to go back now."

He repeated what he said before, and the thinner figure under the cover of the robe stopped in front of the road, and there was not much left in the cloak. The time spent here allowed more supernatural bats out of his control to quietly leave.

Sigma couldn't understand the current situation at all. What he cared about most was still Osamu Dazai, whose life and death were unknown. At this time, how could he easily listen to dissuasion, and go back with his tail between his legs like a bereaved dog when he failed to do anything?

He had to save his family.

"Why do you say that, what should Mr. Dazai do?!" Sigma questioned, his tone couldn't help but be raised because of the excitement, and the messy long two-color hair was also scraping the clothes behind him, adding to his irritability.

He is also worried about Fyodor's injury, and also has different feelings for him because of his family.But this feeling cannot be compared with Osamu Dazai. Even if Sigma can get a reasonable answer, he will still insist on his own opinion, grab the pistol that is not powerful enough, and rush into the depths of the castle.

Fyodor stared at him deeply. It seemed that this was the first time he had seen Sigma angry. The amiable and gentle temperament faded away, leaving behind his light gray eyes only the obsession that ordinary people could not understand.

Knowing that there was no way to stop him, Fyodor, who was covered in blood, smiled slightly, as if mocking himself.

"After being dispersed, I was teleported to the underground of the castle, where the core that maintains the operation of the entire island is hidden. I wanted to destroy the core, but things were not as expected." His voice was so soft that it was inaudible, even though he was already in Trying to maintain a normal tone of voice, the damage to internal organs still makes it difficult for the young man to even breathe.The corners of Fyodor's mouth curled up slightly, but soon calmed down again, pulled into an arc that was too forced, and after he took a breath, he continued to explain.

"That was the 'book' that originally belonged to Mikhail. The power was separated out and stored in a dark room underground in the castle. When I touched that power, I also became a new container."

The two are both containers, but they are fundamentally different.

Unlike Dazai Osamu, who has undergone hundreds of reincarnations of "cultivation", even if he reaches the strength to barely accept his ability, he is still on the verge of breaking, let alone controlling the newly acquired ability.

What's more, being infused with the power of "Book" is not just as simple as getting demons.

Fyodor saw a lot of things he shouldn't know, and in the back of his mind, frames like old photos flashed frame by frame.The memories that didn't belong to him, after he became a new container, flooded into his mind like a blowout, so noisy that he couldn't feel any information from the outside world for a short time.

It was as if the humming sound coming from the depths of his mind made his eardrum ache, and at the same time his mind was in a muddy chaos, the group of demons out of control had all left without a sound, and with this island as the center, they formed a Semicircular curtain.The cloak disappeared, leaving only the blood-soaked slim robe that did not melt away and still fit the skin. It was Fyodor himself who replaced the clothing and converted it into the medium of the demons.

His body was decomposing and collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye, like scattered stardust, and slowly turned into dust. After wandering into the distance, he turned into bats that were black with a tinge of scarlet.

Fyodor glanced at his already unconscious hand, and urged again: "There is no time."

The panic accumulated to the end, but Sigma completely calmed down.Even though his heart rate was so fast that it was difficult to breathe, clusters of bitter words were suppressed on the coating of his tongue, his throat was dry and dry, and he tried his best to hold back the choking from his sore lungs.

"...Is it a runaway?"

He knew that in the past reincarnation, Mikhail's ability fluctuated for a long time near collapse, so what about Fyodor who was infused with this power without warning?

Can he really control the power beyond common sense?

Fyodor did not respond, and this reaction had already replaced his own answer.

As he said, there is no time.

The group of demons could not be neutralized by disqualification in the human world, but in an instant, the entire island was covered in black bats.However, their personnel are scattered, and there is no way to know the external situation, and there is no effective way to deal with the power above the supernatural ability. No matter whether it is delayed or not, the outcome of waiting for them can be imagined, and there is no difference.

Was the battle plan wrong from the start?

It was as if all the strength had been evacuated in an instant, and what flowed in the blood vessels was no longer blood, but icy scum and bitterly cold water.Sigma's face was waxy, crumbling, and the nausea spread from his stomach. His trembling lips were blue-purple, but he couldn't utter a word.

how so……

"It's not bad that the ending is like this...at least I don't worry about his future anymore." Fyodor smiled wryly, and looked at the arm that had been twisted to the point of losing its original shape as if in compromise, and then raised his eyes to look at the opposite side , something was flowing in his eyes, and his relieved tone suddenly changed, "After you go back, if there are still supernatural abilities in this world, leave the detective agency."

"..." Sigma's movements were extremely stiff, and he raised his head mechanically, his light gray eyes trembling constantly.

He saw Fyodor smiling.

The seriously injured young man pursed his lips, "Your ability cannot stay in a place that involves too many secrets for a long time. The detective agency is good, with good members and beliefs, but it is not suitable for you. But don't be so stupid as to chase him. If you value something, go to the port mafia."

At that moment, all the blocked air was recirculated, rushing into Sigma's stinging lungs.Realizing what the other party was doing, Sigma panicked again. Finally, the wanton panic gripped his heart, causing the young man to stagger forward, as if he wanted to hold on to the man who was disappearing in front of him, but he was afraid My actions were too rough and hurt his already riddled body. In the end, I could only stay in front of him in a daze, with mist seeping out of my sore eye sockets, blurring my vision.

"Mr. Fyodor!! Don't say any more, there must be a way, and it's not time to give up!"

He didn't want to hear the last words, and he didn't want to hear them from the mouths of his family members who hadn't known each other for a long time.

Fyodor just shook his head, continued to maintain a faint smile, his pupils gradually dilated.

"I don't have much left behind. I did a lot of things in the past, but they were all erased during the whitewashing period... The rest is enough for you to live a peaceful life as an ordinary person."

"Just take it as my negligible compensation, use you in the name of my family, plot against you, and give you an illusion... I want to apologize for this."

"……I can not understand."

"Then don't think about it." He raised his other hand, which was still intact, and put it lightly on Sigma's shoulder.

"Let's go back."

In the next second, the scene in front of the young man's eyes quickly reversed, so fast that his eyes couldn't catch it.After the dizziness receded, Sigma stood in a trance with a pale face and stood firmly.

He returned to the warship.