Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Two days after adopting the boy who called himself Yagamitsu, Mori Ogai spent his daily life in constant doubt.

This kid was more troublesome than he had imagined, not that he directly hindered his work, the boy was rarely interested in the patients who came.Instead, he tried his best to try the suicide method he thought of, and perfectly explained what death was.

It's like stealing all kinds of medicines on the shelf while he was not paying attention, pouring out a little of more than ten kinds of medicines, and mixing them into a cup of strange liquid.When Mori Ogai found out, the boy had already swallowed a lot with the beaker in his hand, and finally had to forcefully press the base of his tongue to induce vomiting, his eyes were bloodshot and his breath was sluggish before he gave up.

Or he sneaked the scalpel out of his pocket and squatted in the corner not knowing what to do.If Mori Ogai hadn't smelled the smell of blood, he wouldn't have known that the child had already had several cuts on his wrist, and his face was pale due to the excessive blood loss.

The blood stained the white bandage, and the crimson liquid dripped down the fingertips.Mori Ogai frowned, forced the young man to the consultation room, and the blood transfusion was completed in one go.

Thanks to this suicide, Shuji Tsushima's body became weaker, and it was difficult to move freely in a short period of time, and it was quite difficult to even get out of bed.He had no choice but to hang on the needle obediently and lie on the hospital bed to recuperate.

Of course, it is impossible to be safe.

His free hand moved under the pillow in a subtle manner, and his fingertips stroked another hidden scalpel, shivering from the coolness of the metal handle.

It's not time to use it yet.

Shuji Tsushima opened the chat interface and started chatting with his lover every day.

Since the day when their relationship became clear, the two have spent four years in Wenye World.After all, they have lived together for more than ten years, and they transitioned to the old couple model before going through the so-called passionate love period, and the relationship is stable.

The termination of some nighttime activities can't change anything, at most, it can be regarded as a long-term business trip for both parties.After this busy period was over, the two made an appointment to go on vacation together and find a server suitable for relaxation for a while.

[Private chat with "Kindly Russian Rice Ball"]

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Wow, for a middle-aged man like Mr. Sen, the current stage boss is really suitable.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Absolutely correct, obeying complete reason, it is almost a personal computer.

He was the first to start the topic, and he talked a lot regardless of whether Fyodor would reply seriously.

After all, he has understood the important plots of Fumono World from the perspective of God. Shuji Tsushima is different from Osamu Dazai. Although he dislikes the role of Mori Ogai, his physical actions are very honest.

Speaking of shameless, when the mobile game Lost Dog encounters Mr. Mori's card pool, he will still earnestly draw the bottom line.It's just that it's different from having to gather three full-level Odasaku every time. Shuji Tsushima draws the role of Mori Ogai, and he stops every time he gets five cards, and one is enough.

He doesn't dislike Mori Ogai's calculation of Dazai Osamu and Oda Sakunosuke. After all, if he is the one sitting in the leader's position, he will make the same choice in the face of the Mimic incident.

Using a waste card that cannot be grasped to maximize its benefits in exchange for a special ability opening license that is particularly important to the development of the organization, the price is only the lives of a few children who have nothing to do with Hong Kong and black.At the same time, it is possible to force out the cadres who are the most difficult to control in the organization and who may usurp the throne at any time.

If Osamu Dazai chooses to grit his teeth and endure to stay in Hong Kong, it is equivalent to forcibly swallowing the bitter fruit. At a very heavy price for him, he has learned the last lesson to become a qualified leader.

Even if he will usurp the throne one day, the organization will lead to a more glorious future under his leadership.

This is the optimal solution for the port mafia.

Shuji Tsushima is completely understandable.

[Private chat with "Kindly Russian Rice Ball"]

Good-hearted Russian rice ball: A person like Mori Ogai is suitable for leading a large-scale organization, but if you really want to give full play to his abilities...well, the prime minister is the most suitable

Humanoid self-propelled bandage: Hmm...Prime Minister, Alice will be a big problem, unless it becomes a big sister model like the BEAST line, otherwise it will be a big scandal.

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: If you can throw Mr. Mori to the winery as a BOSS, maybe you can save the crow army that has been undercovered into a sieve [Meditation.jpg]

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: I will dislike this kind of organization.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: But this type of person is very predictable, as long as you figure out what the optimal solution is, you can completely interpret his every move.

Well-meaning Russian rice ball: I should have speculated about the communist incident like this, so I arranged for a double assassination

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Then with a wicked smile, a burst of Hokage ran away from the scene, where is the agreed sick and weak Russian beauty?That way you can kill a bear in no time!

Kind Russian rice ball: I have to ask Arai, and that kind of running posture is not comfortable, I will not do it

……

In fact, when the so-called Two-dimensional is transformed into three times, the difference between the original manga and the animated version is no longer important.

Even Fyodor can't tell whether his appearance is the sick and weak Tuo who is biased towards the comic version, or the animation version written by Arai.

After all, when he stood in the center of the stage, all the paper figures became 'similar', breaking away from the concept of plane.How can you tell the difference between a solid, three-dimensional person, and a character who exists only in two dimensions?

The two are simply not comparable.

As for Oda Sakunosuke, the pupil color setting of the original novel and the animated version are not consistent, and the blue version is chosen for the Wenye world they live in.In this regard, it seems to be based on the majority perception of stage play audiences.

The character in a similar situation is Keigo Atobe, and Fyodor once went to the Wangwang server to confirm this.His hair color is purple-gray in the anime, not blonde in the manga.

After all, fan dramas have a wider audience. In the impression of most audiences, characters with multiple official versions will be the first to remember the more popular version.After receiving the feedback, the origin of the world automatically erased the other conflict settings, thereby modifying the current characters.

It is equivalent to the function of self-fixing bugs.

The thoughts came back completely, and the store manager who was far away in the coffee shop adjusting the temperature of the oven paused.He sprinkled a few fresh blueberries on the surface of the freshly baked naked cake, combined with a few half-cut strawberries to complete this simple but extremely attractive cake, while seriously thinking about his lover's playful proposal.

His Ontology account has already arrived in Russia, and he will assemble a new computer in the secret base arranged by the Tomahawk Puppet. Other than that, there will be nothing else for a while.

It seems that it is also possible to raise a bear...?

Fyodor silently opened the chat window.

[Private chat with "Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit"]

Kind Russian rice ball: Actually, you can try it. I will use the main body to go out and look for it later. If you can’t kill it, it’s not bad to keep it as a pet.

Humanoid self-propelled bandage spirit: Huh? ?Hmmmm? ? ?

Humanoid self-propelled bandage essence: Fei Jia, please don’t, really don’t, it’s just a meme, don’t be serious

Realizing the seriousness of the other party's attitude towards this matter, Tsushima Shuji was a little furious, and hurriedly stopped this topic.

Let him have a pet or something.

Human-shaped self-propelled bandage spirit: Little Tiger can also start, is there any news about Shibusawa beauty?

Well-intentioned Russian rice balls: just around the corner

Kind Russian rice balls: it's time for Mikhail to have a bright future

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The private chat interface was closed, the script was checked, and Shuji Tsushima, who raised bears in the base camp of the House of the Dead, successfully prevented Shuji Tsushima from getting up.

He knew where the surveillance camera in the house was located, and pretended to inadvertently turn to an angle where he couldn't see his face, sighed softly, and looked up indifferently when he raised his head again.The boy pulled out the hanging needle abruptly, ignoring the blood still oozing from the needle hole, and swayed to the corridor in a nonchalant manner.

The blond-haired young girl and the underground doctor who forgot to shave today turned around and stared at him at the same time.

Shuji Tsushima held the mobile phone that came out of Mori Ogai's pocket at some point, leaned against the door frame with a weak face, and dialed an unfamiliar phone number in front of the Lord, "Moshi Moshi, here Yes... What is this place? Do you know, Mr. Sen?" He blinked in confusion, "What's the address here? If you don't know it, you can't get the food."

The two argued for a while with extreme hypocrisy over the addressing issue. In any case, this young man who called himself Ye Shenyue, whose real name was still in doubt, refused to call him Dr. Mori, and called him uncle.

The final title was Mr. Mori.

"When..." Mori Ogai took out his pocket in surprise, and didn't pay much attention to his behavior of ordering takeaway. The point is that he didn't realize when the phone was taken away by the child.

Shuji Tsushima narrowed his eyes, "Well, in short, it's a slum area, an unscrupulous black clinic... Maybe? Can it be delivered?"

The operator on the other end of the phone seemed to be pushed to the limit by his fault-finding behavior, resisting the twitching of the corners of his mouth, and answering his non-existent question with professionalism.

The juvenile’s ambiguous behavior of reporting the address is no different from the firefighter asking where your home is when the fire alarm is called, and the answer is the useless information that my home is next to a tree.

Even Mori Ogai could vaguely hear the stiff refusal on the other side of the phone.

"Hey... I can't deliver it, and I don't know where this is." Shuji Tsushima slid down against the door frame like a deflated ball.His gaze fell on Mr. Mori without waiting for help, his eyelashes twitched slightly, and his originally low tone instantly rose a few degrees, "Ah? The store manager knows, that's great, let the store manager be the delivery person~"

The person on the other side of the phone changed, with a soft voice like a professional voice actor, obviously more suitable for the child than the previous clerk.The boy's lifeless eyes rarely splashed with a trace of ripples, and the dots of light kept flickering in the depths of the pupils, "I want a six-inch naked cake with detergent, and the middle layer should be replaced with shaving cream, it's all white anyway." It's about the same length, can you do it?"

Mori Ogai: "..."

The general store will not do this kind of life-threatening stuff.

However, the boy's reaction was beyond his expectation.

A slight tingling sensation came, and Shuji Tsushima seemed to have finally noticed the back of his hand that was still bleeding.He simply clamped the mobile phone between his shoulder and ear, and used the bandage wrapped around his other arm as a cotton ball, trying to wipe off the blood that was about to dry up, while he kept muttering: "Can it be done? That's too Alright! Well, it's settled like this."

"Name? I'm Yue Shanxi, but it's not me who will pay the bill, but an uncle named Morin Taro."

The underground doctor who still had doubts about the name given by the young man raised his eyebrows. If nothing else, Ye Shenyue is not his real name.

The boy hung up the phone, met the other party's unabashedly inquiring eyes, and said with a serious face: "I'm going to try a new method of suicide after eating this cake, Mr. Sen, please don't stop me."

There is no meaning to explain.

"Stomach lavage is hard." Mori Ogai shrugged, kindly reminding.

Shuji Tsushima hummed an out-of-tune tune, and put the phone back on the medicine cabinet beside him, turning a deaf ear to the words of warning.

From the moment that the candy-shaped supernatural weapon was left behind by Tsujima Shuji who went to meet Oda Sakunosuke, a huge plan was formed.Whether it is the assassination of Kosuge Yinkichi or the violent explosion in the Yokohama slum, every move in this world is controlled by the two administrators.

The cake, delivered by Mikhail himself, never arrived.

After all, everything goes as planned.