Is it wrong to not want to use your brain?

At dusk, the setting sun is like blood.

The gold-rimmed sunset fell towards the end of the sky, leaving the last sliver of light, and the entire Yokohama was shrouded in oppressive daylight, including this dim room.

A young man with dark blue hair was sitting quietly by the window, the sunset was sinking into his eyes, and his light gray eyes were dyed with a deep color, as if in the twilight.

He was holding a round European-style mirror, which reflected his delicate face.

His name is Sueyong Hongying, he is 23 years old, and he is an A-class member of super dangerous supernatural powers. The supernatural power is called "Fairy Tale Picture Scroll".At the same time, he is also the only surpasser in Japan.

By the way, he was offered an international bounty jointly by various forces in the magic world and the supernatural power side, and the bounty was as high as tens of billions of dollars.

It's just that no one has the ability to win this bounty so far, and the only ending is to go and never return.

Over time, the initial swarming has turned into a deterrent today, and the reward has gradually become a decoration.

In a sense, he can probably be called the flower of Gaoling in the world of rewards.

Sue Yong Hongying raised a hand, stroking the mirror with her slender fingers, her fingertips slowly moved down along the contour of the face in the mirror, the cool touch rubbed against her fingertips, her gentle movements seemed to be touching a piece of cold glass , but touching another self.

Miraculously, no fingerprints were left on the mirror, and it was always spotlessly clean.

This is the black ability "Snow White" derived from the supernatural ability "Fairy Tale Scroll". It is in the form of a magic mirror and can be used for simple information collection.

Since the user's position is classified as black, the ability to achieve complete liberation, and black's abilities are all strengthened.

Therefore, the effect of the current "Snow White" is——

omniscient...

Mo Yonghong frowned, and the round mirror disappeared in his hand.

Even if he didn't say anything or do anything, that incomparable arrogance was easily revealed in his gestures, and his brows were full of arrogance like a god.

This is inevitable, his self-confidence is not groundless.

The world is in his hands.

Oh, but with one exception—

"Xiaojian." Mo Yonghongying lifted the English short and silver gradient layer lying on the ground gnawing on the data cable, pretending to be menacing, and threatened, "If you gnaw my data cable again, I will make your tail data line."

"Meow."

Yes, Mao Mao has his own thoughts, and he can't control them.

……

Time goes back to 14 years ago.

Although Sueyong Hongying is a person with supernatural powers, he comes from a traditional conjurer family and is the child of the head of the family, Sueyong Yuji.

If there were no accidents, he should have been the next Patriarch.

It may be because God closed a door for him, and he must open a window for him, and the door he was closed is the "magician".

He didn't have the talent to be a conjurer.

In this kind of conjurer family that regards spell power and spells as everything, non-magic masters are a stain that they will spurn, and even abilities outside the system such as supernatural powers cannot be seen by them.

Therefore, he has never revealed to anyone that he is a superhuman.

Under the snubbing and ridicule of the creatures called family members, Sue Yong Hongying grew up to nine years old unknowingly, and he felt extremely bored that they were no different from uncivilized savages.

He often can't understand that the difference between human beings is so great, as if he was born just to make up for the intellectual defects left by God on them, so as to achieve the balance of all things.

Such an explanation seems reasonable.

Probably because of the subtle influence of the sarcasm that lingered in my ears all day long, the young Mo Yonghongying was full of these messy thoughts, and acrimonious remarks would come out casually.

He raised his head rascally in every possible way, emptying his mind at the scenery outside the wall.

He thought to himself, what is the outside world like?

Once this idea popped up, it was hard to get rid of. It quickly took root and grew in his mind, forming a new idea in just a few seconds.

——He wanted to leave Sue Yong's house.

As early as a year ago, his mother died of the enemy's revenge, and his father became mentally unstable after that. He even ignored his stupid wish to be the head of the family, and directly defected and went to curse As a result, he was executed on the spot by the magician some time ago.

It seems that he doesn't need to stay in Sue Yong's house where even the air is rotten?

Mo Yonghongying stared thoughtfully at the two-meter-high fence, ready to stage a scene of running away from home.

At this moment, purple smoke from nowhere suddenly exploded around him, and after the smoke cleared, he was no longer in the backyard of Sue Yong's house, but in a dessert shop.

What appeared in front of him was a black-haired young man wrapped in a bandage, who was holding his wrist, his iris-colored eyes slightly widened in surprise.

Mo Yonghongying stared at the stranger intently, he cared more about another thing than this unexpected development.

——Why can't he use his supernatural ability?

He quickly put away his hostility, restrained his panic, and asked in a calm voice: "Excuse me... where is this place? And... can you let me go, big brother?"

In the next second, something even more outrageous happened.

Instead of letting him go, the bandage man of unknown origin suddenly lifted the back collar of his clothes, and hugged him with shock written all over his lap on his lap.

He asked with a smile in a coaxing tone: "Isn't this Xiaoyue seeing you? Tell brother, how old are you this year? Do you want a small cake?"

Mo Yonghong reflected: "?"

Help, he seems to have encountered a human trafficker?

Didn't he run away from home yet? ?

Fortunately, after 5 minutes, he was sent back to the original world.

Mo Yonghong looked at the wall in front of him. What happened just now seemed to be a hallucination produced by him in a state of insanity. Normal people would not believe this kind of inexplicable time and space travel.

He opened his hand silently, and in the palm was a piece of dark chocolate, which was slipped into his hand by that weird bandage man named Osamu Dazai just before he was about to return from the exchange.

Very good, there is physical evidence, not his hallucinations.

Mo Yong Hongying didn't know why the man was so obsessed with feeding him, it's true that he didn't like sweets very much.

But the most important reason for him to reject the other party's small cake is not this, but not to eat food given by strangers.

So, switching to dark chocolate is useless.

After hesitating for a while, he opened the package and took a small bite.

Then he regretted it.

——Is this too painful?Might as well eat sweets!

Mo Yonghongying wrapped up the remaining dark chocolate with a sad face. Fortunately, he didn't eat much. This kind of food that runs counter to human happiness is completely beyond the scope of his appreciation.

Well, the reason for running away from home came up.

Because dark chocolate is too bad.

……

Back in time 14 years later.

Port Mafia headquarters.

On the top floor of the black building whose defense was comparable to an army fortress, was the office of the leader who ruled this dangerous organization like the Night Emperor.

Black, black everywhere.

Floors, walls, ceilings...

Wherever you can see, everything is painted with a layer of black paint, like a closed black coffin, as if you will be deprived of all light as soon as you step here, and fall into bottomless darkness until you die Corrode the soul.

Very much in line with Port Mafia's rumored horror image.

In just four years, this cruel and powerful illegal organization has grown crazily and wantonly like a greedy dark behemoth. The organization's power has expanded from Yokohama to the Kanto region, and even has the sea control of the port.

And it's all from the hand of the man who sits on the black throne.

——Osamu Dazai, the current leader of Port Mafia.

The ruler of the other world looked unexpectedly young, probably in his early 20s. He was wearing a black coat, a dark red scarf around his neck, and his left eye was wrapped in a white bandage.

Standing opposite him was an orange-haired young man wearing a black hat. He was short in stature but powerful. He was the most powerful person in the port of Mafia and served as the leader's personal guard.At the same time, he is also the top cadre holding the second position in the organization.

"Boss, Sueyong Hongying has come to Yokohama."

The deep voice broke the dead atmosphere in the room, and the top cadre named Nakahara Chuya reported the latest information about Yokohama.

"Um……"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes slightly in surprise, his mysterious expression was rarely broken, this riddleman who always gave people a feeling of omniscience showed a little surprised look: "He actually came? This when?"

Nakahara Zhongya replied: "Yes, he arrived this afternoon. It is temporarily impossible to determine why he came to Yokohama."

"As long as he conceals it deliberately, no one will know his purpose." Dazai Osamu gave a high evaluation with a smile, "Stop speculating about his thoughts, even if you think you have guessed it, maybe he left it on purpose trap."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, very worried about this ticking time bomb: "Then what should we do now?"

Mo Yonghongying, the only surpasser in China with a bounty of tens of billions of dollars, while many forces are afraid of him, they also covet his strength.

It is said that he is powerful enough to turn the world around, but no one knows what his real power is.

After all, those who have witnessed it have already been thrown in the face by him with a one-way ticket to the underworld.

But the reason why he was jointly offered a reward by many parties is not only because of his strength, but also because of the various "brilliant" deeds he has done. Countless lives have been buried under his hands, ranging from ability users, down to curse spirits, and even Many organizations and laboratories were destroyed.

Many people doubted whether he was a professional killer, the kind who would accept commissions as long as he gave money, but so far no similar channels have been found, even if the port Mafia's intelligence network is used, there is no trace of it.

His various behaviors are more inclined to interest.

This kind of dangerous person who is suspected to be a Leziren is simply a walking human bomb. As soon as he appears, the local government and organizations will be tense, for fear of causing any trouble.

And this time he appeared in the port Mafi's base camp, which was Yokohama, where he had never been in the open before.

To this, Dazai Osamu's reaction was quite calm: "Leave him alone, let alone provoke him."

Zhong Yuanzhong also disagreed and said: "What about the defensive deployment? What if he really came to the port Mafia, those defenses are not like killing him? At that time, there will be no time to mobilize troops, and your life... "

"Chuya." Osamu Dazai interrupted with a smile, "Let him do whatever he wants to do."

Zhongyuan Zhong also slammed it in displeasure: "You can do whatever you want."

He thought that the other party had seen through things that he hadn't discovered as before, so he felt so relieved and bold to ignore such unstable elements.

But this is not the case.

Dazai Osamu's words were only literal.