Supernatural powers are intellectual and handicapped, how do I survive

Fyodor did not succeed in rescuing his own poor Snow White.

The biggest flaw of the body number is its too weak physical fitness. Even if it meets a slightly trained guard, it will be easily brought down without using special abilities.

What's more, now that he was dazzled by anger and forced to lower his intelligence.Before Fyodor broke through the barrier of farming and mountain fire, he was stunned by a hand knife and passed out completely.

The teenager has been sleepless for many days because of the loss of contact with his lover, and his sickly body is on the verge of limit, and he can survive until now only by his willpower.After forcing him to fall into a coma by external force, the farming chief had to secretly arrange him into a single ward.While hanging the water, he was strictly guarded to prevent him from being driven by anger again and leaving this secret stronghold.

Even in the Supernatural Secret Service Division, Fyodor's existence is too special, and most members don't even know that there is such a person.

There is no doubt that the youth in the past reincarnation was the chess player who played Yokohama with applause, and the most frightening enemy.Osamu Dazai, who is the only one who is qualified to play chess with him, suffered a complete defeat on the chess field because of the shackles of emotion and memory.

It is conceivable that during those reincarnations, the world fell into chaos due to his madness.

But now Fyodor also bears all the memories, and his love for his lover surpasses everything else.After becoming a non-staff member of the Secret Service under the guarantee of Natsume Soseki, even though his behavior was criticized by others, compared with his past, the boy has worked hard to move closer to the bright side.

I have to say that Pandora's Actor's move was too cruel.

There was no warning, and there was no room for anyone to prepare.He easily destroyed the alliance between Dazai Osamu and Mikhail, and at the same time almost drew the existence of Fyodor, making this most important dark chess scrapped.

One wrong step, and the whole game will be lost.

Three important chess pieces against Pandora's Actor, one of which is fully controlled by the opponent.The status of the other bomb is unknown, but according to Mikhail's overly cryptic transfer of information to the Secret Service, it can be seen that he is also under extremely strict monitoring.

Only Fyodor, who escaped death at the cost of destroying his supernatural clone, concealed his existence.

But now, let alone an alliance between the father and son on the surface, it is hard to say whether they can get along peacefully if they really want to meet.

With the means of this demon with a criminal history in the past reincarnation, I am afraid that he will wipe the other party's neck the moment they meet.

After all, the only person he cares about is Osamu Dazai.

Not to mention, Mikhail and Fyodor have exactly the same appearance, and it is very likely that even the so-called father-son relationship is an illusion, which makes the already cruel boy act even more recklessly.

Zhongtian Shantouhuo frowned, staring at the Russian teenager who was bound on the hospital bed across the window, the seriousness in his eyes became more intense.

In this game, they were half-way.

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In the script, Mikhail was under the control of the ability for three days, which meant that he would not fully recover his sanity until Monday evening.

After hanging out with her boyfriend for three days, Tsujima Shuji, who was physically and mentally satisfied, changed back to his body number.Then use administrator privileges to modify some data, and add many too terrible scars to the body that has not eaten or drank for many days and only relies on nutrient solution.

Mikhail, who made Osamu Dazai suffer from severe ptsd, in the five years of training the other party, all the methods of abuse were far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

The teenager lay dying on the bed sheet soaked in blood, his heartbeat was so slow that it would disappear at any moment, his breathing was short and rapid, it was suspected that his lungs had suffered some irreversible damage.

He could hardly find a single intact skin all over his body, and there were deep bone wounds on his hands, ankles and wrists, but the blood had already dried up and turned black, coagulating into blood scabs that firmly adhered to the surroundings.

This is what Mikhail saw when he returned to his consciousness.

The sense of satiety left in his body and the miserable appearance of the young man all showed his crimes during this period of time.

In a trance, seeing the action of the figure beside him who brought countless pains to him, Osamu Dazai struggled to cough out a mouthful of blood foam, sobbed and shivered.

He kept making meaningless noises in his throat, trying to relieve the excessive fear in his heart by clenching the quilt tightly, but he couldn't even do such a simple action as curling his fingers.

The smell of blood permeated the enclosed space.

If it weren't for the slight ups and downs of the boy's chest, anyone who saw this scene would think it was a corpse that had been dead for many days.

Mikhail was stimulated by the scene in front of him so that his blood flowed backwards, and the cold gradually spread, almost swallowing him.

Everything overlapped with the fragmentary images in the dream, the young man looked terrified, the suffocation from his lungs caused his brain to lack oxygen, and he staggered away from Osamu Dazai.

Mikhail had never had such a gaffe.

The stomach was overwhelmed, and the nausea went straight to the throat, but the body that had not eaten for three days could only spit out a little sour water.

The young man's eye sockets were flushed, his already pale skin lost its last color under the stimulation of the cold water, and the light blue blood vessels were faintly visible.His memory stayed at the opening of the banquet, other than that, there was nothing but a blank.

It was Pandora, and only Pandora could plot against him in this world.

The man knew his intentions and warned in such a disgusting way.

Just like the one who killed Fetenka in the past, Pandora's Actor is a murderer wearing a mask of hypocrisy, which has never changed from beginning to end.

The biting cold water cooled his reason, and the guilt swept the youth.He didn't know how long he hesitated behind the door, not daring to face the child who was severely hurt by him.And because of the guilt that almost crushed the ego, I had to force myself to face the reality.

That child is the real victim.

With his hair soaked in cold water pressed against his cheek, Mikhail took a deep breath, trying to calm his restless heart beating like a drum.

He slowly opened the door to the bathroom. He didn't immediately look at the source of the bloody smell, but lowered his eyes, calling the boy's name carefully and softly.

"Dazai-kun...?"

The bewildered young man's breathing suddenly stagnated.

In the middle of the bedroom, the blood-soaked big bed was empty, and the scarred and dying teenager disappeared together with the dirty sheets.

There was a trail of dragged blood on the ground, which was shocking.

Mikhail's heartbeat was almost frozen, and he followed the direction of the trace to the edge of the empty balcony.After losing the barrier of the ceiling, the rain that lasted for many days washed away the last trace of blood, and even the pungent rust smell was covered by the rain-moistened soil aroma.

The young man trembled and walked towards the railing, only there was still some faint redness that had not been washed away.

The boy in black hovered in mid-air, and a dark light appeared around him.Before the icy raindrops had time to wet his clothes, they were driven away by gravity, and mixed into thousands of falling crystals.

Like a silent sculpture, it stands silently here.

"...Mr. Mikhail."

The Central Plains has never been so peaceful as it is now, his expression is gloomy, as if someone has poured a torrent of water on the faint flame of hope in his heart.Those insignificant feelings couldn't even make the last struggle, so they were completely extinguished under the destructive force.

He stared at the elders in front of him whom he respected as his family for a long time, and asked softly, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

The boy used an honorific name, and inadvertently opened the distance between the two.

"Chuya..." Mikhail's fingertips trembled slightly, subconsciously murmuring the other party's name.

He seemed to lose even this child.

The young man slowly closed his eyes, with a mournful expression on his face, letting the pouring rain drench his filthy soul, "If possible, I would also like to know what went wrong..."

He just wanted to avenge Fetenka, who had been dead for many years. For this reason, he did not hesitate to hide the monstrous anger in his heart, lurking beside the culprit, waiting for a certain opportunity to defeat him in one fell swoop.

Something has completely collapsed on this rainy night.

Noticing the blood stains on the boy's cuffs, Mikhail raised his hand subconsciously, imagining to wipe away the stains as usual, but stopped halfway.

He pursed his lips, his purple eyes were like an empty wilderness, no life could survive in it, and he whispered: "I'm sorry."

Zhongyuan Zhong also stepped on the slippery railing, tapped his toes, and with the help of gravity, he slowly fell in front of the young man in black robe.

"You should tell Dazai about this."

He gritted his teeth, taking into account the relationship between the two and the last trace of respect left in his heart, and resisted not letting himself grab Mikhail's collar directly.

It's almost like an enemy.

"Although that guy is a bastard, he is also my partner and an important companion!" The boy's voice was low and hoarse, with anger and other complex emotions constantly rolling.Recalling the scars on Osamu Dazai's body that were more cruel than torture, he felt suffocated in his chest, "No matter what...you shouldn't...you shouldn't hurt him to such a degree..."

Treatment was too late, and even if the ruptured tendon could be reattached surgically, the mackerel would be left with extremely serious sequelae.

Such an injury would have been his fatal flaw in the Port Mafia.

"..."

Mikhail just remained silent, and under the questioning of the young man who regarded him as his own child, he made a certain decision.

He murmured, "It will be over soon."

"What?" Nakahara Chuya, who finally got an answer from the other party, asked.

The young man smiled wistfully, and tucked the hair that was close to his face behind his ears with his slender fingertips. After hesitating for a while, he said hesitantly: "If there is still a future, if you are willing to come to Poirot Coffee again... At that time..."

"No, forget it." As if he felt that he didn't have such qualifications now, Mikhail's words were not fully conveyed, so he shook his head and stopped talking on his own.

There is no more.

In the battle with Pandora's Actor, there is absolutely no possibility of him surviving.

The corners of the robe turned into thousands of bats under the control of the young man, swarming up against the pouring rain that lasted for three days.The heavy dark clouds over Yokohama finally dissipated, and the sky was replaced by a boundless clear sky, dispelling the last gloom.

Different abilities, demons.

Start with this, end with this.