Bizarre beater

The night, unable to wait for the laziness of dusk, covered the whole city in an instant.The stars twinkled over the city, and then—moved to a strange location.

The harsh and cruel port mafia building is a little more treacherous and gloomy.

Also silent.

The young man in white clothes and white hair fell down from the opponent's roof, his long silver hair fluttered in the wind, like the wings of a white crane, but it was difficult to hold the figure of that person.

As if being hit hard by something, the man's slender body fell extremely fast, and fell to the ground in an instant, creating a deep hole.

-

"The rules written by supernatural beings are more 'valuable' than those written by ordinary people, am I right? Mr. Dostoevsky."

Dazai Osamu's tone was gentle and with a slight smile, "You should have obtained the file of supernatural beings inside Mafia from the dead cadre of the Port Mafia, Mr. A. The co-phagia incident allowed the Port Mafia to carry out A large number of personnel were transferred, and you took the opportunity to confirm the authenticity and value of the document, and also grasped the dynamics of some people. After the rule-like strange talk became popular, you sent the book to them in various forms."

Fyodor didn't deny it, smiling at his revelation: "Other than that, I didn't do anything."

During this period of time, he cultivated his body and mind, and ate three meals a day (two takeaway meals are not only enough for three meals, but also supper), and his temper has improved.

Even if you see Party B Yunhe running to the building of the port mafia every day, you can calm down instead of being frightened.

"Yeah, the port mafia headquarters turned into a 'haunted house', all by themselves."

From the first person who saw the rules come true, this word game tastes completely weird.

What is written may become real, and few people can resist this temptation.

There are lost people who want the lost people to come back here, and there are hated people who want the other party to disappear, or simply seek excitement and happiness.

If other people's works are fulfilled but I don't, I can't help but write even more bizarre words.

Fyodor let out a sigh: "Look, it's been almost a month, and no one has made a sound and stopped it."

Because of human nature.

Therefore, it is destined to go to a place of deep sin.

"Not at all." Dazai Osamu did not agree with his opinion, and his eyes were cool, "Lovecraft is not a supernatural being, he is a 'god', you created such a god, and the sacrifice is this building people in the building."

In the record of Double Black, Lovecraft is the only one who forced out the filth of Chuya Nakahara, and still exists like a normal person.

To destroy Yokohama, you can't bypass Chuya's power ceiling, so this is a good attempt.

Both they and Dostoevsky, who had lured Guild to Yokohama, were well aware of this.

And after he reminded Fitzgerald, the other party's words made him feel heavy.

The Great Old Ones love sacrifices, and psychic fluctuations can affect living things and even matter.In other words, even if it is a huge flaw, people who see it will act as if they don't see it.

"So, you are indeed united with Fitzgerald." Fyodor looked down at his fingers, trying to bite or not - because he found that it was really not very good-looking.

He withdrew his gaze, and his tone became more and more cold: "I don't like 'God's Eye' very much."

Osamu Dazai: "It's like mice don't like light, I suggest you find a cage."

"Do you have to provoke me at this time?"

"Farewell, I haven't healed from the injury I received last time, bye." Osamu Dazai closed his mouth, put his hands in his coat pockets, and the malice in his next sentence was almost overflowing, "Seeing that Did someone fall? I think he'll ruin your plan again."

After speaking, he ran away at an alarming speed.

Fyodor: "..."

If it weren't for the fact that killing you now would cause side effects, you would be a dead person now, you know?

-

Party B, Yunhe, sat in the pit intact, and first made an inappropriate analogy to himself—it was like the weight had smashed into the cotton wool. The weight was fine, and the cotton wool was pressed into solid cotton.

Fatal pain and injury are routinely swallowed by system programs, so he can still think rationally.

boss--

He called the system affectionately in his heart, and got a cold reply from the other party.

【exist. 】

Let him look at the properties panel.

In order to experience the real world immersively, Party B Yunhe turned off the notification sound of the system information and the auxiliary interface, so he had no idea what wonderful changes had taken place in his body during this period of time.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Both blood volume and MP dropped by ten digits.

One billion, one billion, one billion, one billion... more than 70 billion.

People all over the world, each drop of blood is about so much, enough to merge into a blood river waterfall.

The magic power dropped a little more, but it was only more than 90 billion.

The strip of perception was plated a reddish gold and became two.

Party B Yunhe felt that his buff must look good.

[Buff: *&*%%...*￥...%&#. 】

WTF?

Is your system broken?

[This language has the characteristics of being unspeakable and untranslatable, you can only see a bunch of garbled characters. 】

Boss, you can't do it.

Didn't you say that I am the strongest?The strongest perception can't even understand this?

The system was not angry at his provocation, but he paid great attention to the correctness of his data, so he picked up several game databases, referred to the buff from a week ago, and organized a language to give a new explanation.

【Your perception has been strengthened, and it is highly contagious. 】

It sounded like a good thing, but he didn't feel it at all.

[In simple terms, if you see the dead, then others can also see the dead.The 'world' you see will coincide with the real world.Your mind has hallucinations due to the power "brain hell", and those hallucinations become reality. 】

shit.

Party B Yunhe's hands trembled, and he asked in despair, "How long have I been in this state?"

[One week.You haven't checked the system interface for a whole week. 】

Ok……

After expressing his amazement at his ability to kill, Party B Yunhe asked why he lost so much blood and mana.

Although it was just sprinkling water to the total number that could not see the end, but according to the level of [-] blood points of an ordinary person, this would kill a whole city.

【What do you think? 】

Party B Yunhe thought of the thing that pushed him down, and of the "to celebrate his birth" said at the party, and of the octopus he ate before, and slowly realized something.

"Evil fisherman, he deserves his wife to divorce him!!"

He punched the rock formation next to him hard, causing an earthquake effect directly.

Osamu Dazai, who had just walked to the edge of the pit, almost lost his footing and fell into the pit.

Dazai leaned on the edge, poked his head inside, and shouted, "Are you alright?"

Party B, Yunhe, managed to escape the concussion from the echo.

He took out any door, patted the dust on his body, and opened it to the door of the Armed Detective Agency.

Because the next order was entrusted to him by the Armed Detective Agency.

Osamu Dazai shouted and got no response: "..."

Party B, Yunhe, had never received any commission from an armed detective agency before. It was very simple—there were a lot of places to eat nearby, and they didn't do anything illegal or criminal, and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

But I haven't seen you for a while, and the detective agency seems to have had a lot of vicissitudes.

Atsushi Nakajima hugged the pillow on the sofa and sighed deeply: "The commissions we received this month are all about 'five people escaped from a secret room and six people escaped, who is the one with the most'" There were screams and shouts from the community late at night. The smell of blood, the next day there were no casualties', 'the disco on the opposite building called the police late at night and found that it was an unsold floor' and the like."

On the one hand, they themselves are also afraid. On the other hand, once they get involved with the supernatural, many inherent processes and scientific reasoning are not easy to use.

The answer that was correct one moment, will be maliciously tampered with the next moment.

Mr. Ranbu, who was teased by many strange creatures, was so angry that he ate snacks and gained three catties.

Mr. Kunikida broke two boxes of pens.

He was also scared to eat five bowls of rice, but he was not fat at all.

Xiao Jinghua also asked for leave, and she didn't know where she went.

Only Mr. Dazai is still unable to find anyone and has no energy.

The young Dunjun sighed deeply again: "I hope to get better soon."

"Compared to the port mafia, your place is considered better." Party B Yunhe flipped through the "Collection of Rules and Strange Tales" that Edogawa Ranbu had piled up on the coffee table, and found that none of them had written a follow-up .

No wonder the lights of the Armed Detective Agency were extraordinarily bright.

She and Yosano Akiko have been keeping their swords in hand recently, and she glanced at them with interest: "What's wrong with Mafia?"

Party B Yunhe: "The demons are dancing wildly, it's hard to describe in one word."

Miss Akiko happily poured herself a glass of wine and drank it.

Yunhe was still thinking about the dog who stole his blood, stole his mana, and pushed him off the roof, thinking of finishing the order quickly and going back to slaughter that thing.

"So where is Mr. Fukuzawa who entrusted me?"

Mr. Fukuzawa who entrusted him looked at his hidden knives all over the wall and was struggling.

No matter which one he sent to Mori Ogai, he felt sorry for his own sword.

But the entrustment must have items to be delivered. He filled it out several times, but he could only fill in weapons.

Finding that the person was no longer in the pit, Osamu Dazai, who went into the port mafia building, called him.

"President, I suggest you let Party B Yunhe come over as soon as possible."

"How's the situation over there?"

"If I hadn't been here myself, I would have regarded this place as the site of the discovery of the ruins of Atlantis."

Water, gravel, strange smells and sounds everywhere.

It is no longer explained by hallucinations.

"There's no staff and I can't get in touch with anyone from the Port Mafia."

Fukuzawa Yukichi's eyes were serious, and he didn't care about his personal grievances. He took the best knife on the wall, which was rewarded by the government, and walked out.

He solemnly entrusted Party B Yunhe: "I hope you will send this knife to the port mafia for me, and give it to Mori Ogai."

The other party seemed not surprised by the content of his commission, and when he nodded and took it, he hinted at him: "Then what is the additional service?"

"Please use it to kill all demons and ghosts on the road."

Party B Yunhe, who obediently did not turn off the system prompt interface this time, saw that there was an additional entry in the skill column, "Swordsmanship Proficiency·Elementary".

There is a saying that great strength produces miracles. If there is no upper limit of great strength plus a little skill, it is enough to deal with most battles in this world.

Another part -

[Inherent skill: Reaper Summoning (summons Reaper and drives it to act, Reaper's current level is lv.3 (566/10000))]

Smilt, who quietly upgraded behind his back, was in charge.

While checking the system messages, he found many things.

For example, in the so-called 40.00% remuneration, the non-monetary part is automatically settled into his inherent skills.As his only inherent skill, Smilt is the only beneficiary.

But even a third-level Grim Reaper looks like he's going to die.

I don't know if it's useful or not.

Saying goodbye to the members of the Armed Detective Agency, Yun He opened any door and walked through.

This time in the lobby of the Port Mafia.

The first floor also turned into a blue tone, and some reflective objects were glistening with water.The air was extremely humid, filled with a salty smell, and there was sand on the floor, as if it had been flooded by sea water.

No, it was as if he was being enveloped by invisible water.

Mr. Dazai, the only living person at the scene, approached enthusiastically and handed him a Bluetooth headset: "Maybe I can show you the way."

Party B Yunhe: "I know, I know, you used to work here, but then you switched to an armed detective agency."

Osamu Dazai: "...who said that?"

"It was Osamu Dazai who said it."

The three Osamu Dazai appeared on the rooftop, how many lives can they live... In fact, at that time, it was time to remind him of the location and the key.

But he didn't think deeply, and was pushed down, and now he had to climb up again, and he didn't know what was waiting for him in the middle.

Talking to the Riddler is exhausting.

Party B Yunhe put on the Bluetooth headset, then pulled the shiny knife out of the scabbard, and said casually, "Which floor should I go to first?"

The advantage of acting with smart people is that you don't have to do a lot of useless work.

Let him reason and explore by himself, it's better to go directly from the first floor to the first floor.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Osamu Dazai didn't direct the way, but said another matter, "The mastermind behind this matter is Dostoevsky. If I'm not mistaken, you are now with him Your relationship is very good, do you want to... sabotage his plan?"

It can be said that they are clearly provoking a relationship.

"If you want me to say, you asked the detective agency to entrust me, didn't you just guess that I have no position? Do you remember what I said to you the day you were beaten by my duck?"

The other party corrected him with a bad expression: "I am evenly matched with that duck, thank you... You said that if someone has the intention to kill you for no reason, you will immediately stuff him into the sewer."

"I've always been right about things and not about people, but if someone is purely targeting me, I will also target him."

From this sentence, Osamu Dazai felt his cold killing intent, which was completely different from the past, and sighed in his heart.

Rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone this is a lazy beast.

"Can I entrust you with one more thing?" Without giving him a chance to refuse, he quickly stated his request, "If you see a man in a sand-colored trench coat, buy him a glass of screwdriver for me."

Party B Yunhe looked at him for a while and said, "It's the reward for being a guide."

-

"Congratulations on entering the correct Port Mafia headquarters building with the most people."

When Party B Yunhe stepped into the elevator in the lobby, such a sentence rang in his ears.

It's his voice.

With an anger value of 1, he looked down at the poster that Osamu Dazai had fortressed into his hand, with ten rules written on it, and the second sentence he heard also showed that the rules of the game were indeed in accordance with the poster.

"The number of weapons you carry is 1, which complies with the regulations. Please keep your weapons safe so as not to hurt yourself."

He pressed down on the floor of the cafeteria, tapped the ground with a knife, and played with his phone with the other.

According to Osamu Dazai, the signal inside is shielded, so it needs to communicate through special electronic equipment.

However, his mobile phone is part of the system, and no one can stop him from surfing the Internet.

His searches ranged from "one hundred and eight eats of the Cthulhu gods (yes, that's right, he finally remembered that Lovecraft was the author of the famous Cthulhu myth)" to "blue octopus fried delicious ” to “Famous Octopus Practices”.

The first one had no answer, the second one said "you are crazy, this thing is poisonous", and the third one he saved a lot of pictures.

And during his search, there were more and more people in the elevator that didn't stop.

Floating golden Yaksha, white Yaksha, Ozaki Momiji and Izumi Kyoka, and other people who couldn't see their faces clearly.

He didn't give these people any glances, nor did he say hello to them, but he just returned the knife when Yasha's knife came.

The pure magic power shattered the opponent's structure, and even the woman in the kimono disappeared.

There were only two people left in the elevator.

Quan Jinghua looked up at him, then lowered her head silently, and walked out of the elevator after reaching a certain floor.

Party B Yunhe walked into the cafeteria which was much busier than before, and walked straight to the familiar window without looking sideways.

The familiar cafeteria aunt was already standing there, and she skillfully prepared the dishes for him.

But he didn't receive any order about Verlaine today.

So he raised the knife and tapped on the window.

The "canteen aunt" grinned strangely, and suddenly took off her own head and put it on the box.

The knife passed through her arm and pierced precisely into that skull.

Party B Yunhe is now very grateful to Wutiao Satoru for cultivating him the mentality of not changing his face no matter how ugly the thing is, and knowing how to deal with it.

As long as he moves quickly enough, he doesn't have to think about it carefully.

After the knife was retracted, the cafeteria lady and the food box disappeared.

But the light inside was still on, and he saw a row of wine cabinets inside.

Taking advantage of no one, he rummaged in and found vodka in the wine cabinet, ice cubes and lemons in the refrigerator.

Thanks to his idle university, he didn't read many books and learned a lot of messy skills.

When I was learning bartending, I thought I could earn some pocket money in the dormitory building with this craft, but I didn't bother to get out of the dormitory and wash glasses.

I never thought it would be useful one day.

Party B, Yunhe, put the lemon on the chopping board and was about to give it a knife, but felt that it didn't feel right in the hand, so he crushed it - it was indeed not a serious lemon.

People in Mafia probably eat lemon bombs every day.

Washing off the powder from his hands, he rummaged through all the refrigerators in the kitchen, finally found lemon juice and grapefruit juice, and made two cups of screwdrivers.

I drank a glass of courage.

His current state is very strange. While he is terrified to death, he has a strong desire to kill.

The desire to kill was because he wanted to chop up the little bastard who murdered him.

The fear is because he needs to widen his perception to distinguish between a human and a ghost.

He can clearly feel the heartbeat, smell, body temperature, and even the flow of blood in the blood vessels.His vision is also stronger than ever, so he can easily spot abnormalities hidden under the normal appearance that he ignores.

The superb five senses make the world unprecedentedly real.

But the illusion of self-knowledge makes this layer of reality much more hazy.

Therefore, after judging the situation in the elevator, he still waited until the opponent made the first move before fighting back.

Holding the remaining glass of wine, when Party B Yunhe came out of the kitchen, he still maintained his superficial calm.

However, there was one person sitting in the empty cafeteria hall.

"If you see a social animal with glasses and a worrying hairline, stop the knife in your hand first. Although he is not human, he is the NPC we are looking for."

Dazai Osamu's voice came from the earphones, stopping Yunhe's stressful behavior in time.

Mr. Glasses, who was eating, watched in horror as he raised the knife and retracted it as if nothing had happened.

He even pretended to greet him friendly: "Good evening, are you here for dinner so late?"

Mr. Glasses said numbly: "I have worked overtime until now, and Dazai came to harass me before."

"Why does everyone in the Port Mafia think you're still working here?" Party B Yunhe asked Dazai Ji puzzled, "Obviously they're disgusted when they mention you."

"Because everyone likes me." Osamu Dazai said narcissistically, "You explain the situation to 'Ango', and he will provide clues for the next step."

"Is there anything special about him?"

"Do you know why so many people are obsessed with illusions? It's because they fit the imagined persona. Ango used to be an undercover agent of the port mafia arranged by the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and he is an intelligence officer who can help you."

Yunhe noticed that the other party's tone was very light when he said this passage, as if he was talking about someone who was not worth mentioning.

Probably the relationship was very good before, but there were unresolvable contradictions.

Following the other party's instructions, he simply explained the situation that "the Mafia building has become a fairy pansi cave, and the remaining living people have become hostages. I am going to fight monsters now."

The young social animal's expression was blank for a moment, but he quickly entered the setting: "Then I may be able to provide some help... But rescue the hostages and defeat the enemy, are you going to do it all by yourself?"

"Did I ever say that I would do this?" The white-haired young man asked suspiciously, with a normal tone, "I'm just a person who delivers food and seeks personal revenge."

He never takes on responsibilities that are not his own.

And the more you care about it, the more you will lose it, and the more difficult it will be to calm down.

The 'He' who watched this scene regretfully withdrew some entertainment items.

Mr. Glasses was silent for a moment, and said: "There is a staff celebration banquet on the 44th and 45th floors. The broadcasting station is at the corner of the stairs between the two floors. You can let Dazai go."

His eyes fell on the earphone in the left ear of Party B's Yunhe, and his tone was slightly melancholy: "I knew there would be such a day."

Osamu Dazai on the other side of the headset let out a short sneer, and then there was the sound of walking, obviously going to the "radio station".

Party B Yunhe left with the wine.

Mr. Glasses looked at his back and gradually dissipated in place.

The stairwell from the 44th floor to the 45th floor is the joint where those guys order takeaway, which is probably an independent space.

There are glass cabinets embedded on the walls of the stairs, or beautiful puppet theaters, or wooden boards. On average, there is one puppet on each floor, most of them are very lifelike, and there are some faces he is familiar with.

One doll stood out, with a bandaged head and bloody eyes.

But he neither said hello to the dolls, nor picked up the doll, but put the poster in his hand into the trash can.

A dozen or so floors up, I saw a little girl with blond hair.

It's Alice.

Body temperature and heartbeat are normal.

But that doesn't mean it's friendly.

There was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, but two lines of tears flowed from her eyes, and she said, "I don't want to be found by Lin Taro, can you please hide it for me?"

Another beep came from the ear.

"The little girl with blond hair often plays hide and seek with people, and helping her hide and win, can get the approval of the little girl."

Probably because he was irritated by his previous behavior of not following the rules and stuffing the posters into the trash can, this time he read the rules directly.

"Don't you know that things like rules are made to be broken? Besides, I hate having people talking in my head."

The system knows to play the sound that others cannot hear to him.

Piercing the blade into Alice's chest without hesitation, and then pulling out the white blade that was not stained with blood, Party B Yunhe continued to walk up.

This time he went up the stairs no longer in a hurry, he was more relaxed, and said as he walked, "You are still young, you don't know the dangers of the human heart, you think you can play people in your palm, but in fact you are just a clown."

The other party's voice immediately became exasperated: "I just can't see your heart, otherwise you would be a clown."

"Do you think that by reading the thoughts in other people's minds, you can understand the other person's heart?" He walked to the No.40 floor, and found that the stairs going up were gone, and he could only enter the corridor on this floor.

"Is not it……"

The words over there were suddenly interrupted.

Because the person who was sitting behind the scenes and manipulating the situation saw someone push open the door.

The person who came was wearing a dark cloak with a white fur collar, carrying the smell of moisture and blood, making him clean and elegant, extremely calm.

The handsome young man greeted him politely: "Good evening, respected Old One."

Not surprisingly, Fyodor saw a face similar to Party B's Yunhe.

The other party was sitting on a large chair, and the silver-white silk thread in the room extended infinitely around him, and became more transparent as it went out.

These silk threads are like the Tyndall effect formed by sunlight projecting into the sea, which can only be seen but not touched.

Sitting in the middle, the man-made god looked haughty and glowed faintly.

But like an ignorant child wearing a beautiful skin, he is far from himself.

Fyodor's eyes fell on the other party's long silver-white hair tied up with a purple headband, and his expression was quite indifferent.

Compared with his indifferent attitude, the other party seemed much more enthusiastic.

"Good evening, my name is Jules." The boy stood up from the chair, walked up to him and looked up at him, "I can be your assistant, after I kill the guy who dared to offend me. For Be happy, I am more sensible and willing to be with you than him."

Fyodor chuckled and said nothing.

But the other party suddenly became angry: "Do you think I will lose to him?! Lose to that guy who has nothing to do but is mediocre every day, doesn't do anything, and is even afraid of ghosts?"

"I think what we originally wanted was a god, not a 'ghost' bent on replacing another human being."

Because he was born from the words written by humans and was infected by various emotions, Jules not only has great malice towards humans, but also possesses considerable human inferiority.

It is far from the god he imagined.

It's quite capable, but...

Fyodor: "I think, you have such a fast growth rate, you must have stolen something from someone. Do you think you can beat him?"

"Why do you dislike me so much? Aren't you very angry that he ruined your plan?"

Although he was able to read the other person's mind, Jules still couldn't understand it.

"If it's out of liking for this skin, I'm the same as him, and I'm more willing to be with you than him, why don't you choose to stand by my side?"

He took another step forward, imitating someone, trying to hold the other's hand sincerely.

Fyodor's heart was steady and blank, and he did not reject his action.

but……

Blood spattered his face.

The person in front of him fell to the ground and melted into a puddle of water.

The young man wiped off the blood on his face, squatted on the ground, picked up the clean hair tie, turned and left.

It's funny, if Party B's Yunhe is really so easy to control, will it be Jules' turn?

But isn't Jules a little too close to him?

Did he read something from his heart, or was he influenced by someone...

-

This time, Party B Yunhe, who had read all the rules carefully, knew that it was "little boy's game time" when he saw Kusaku Yumeno.

Everyone in the corridor is alive, but their eyeballs are protruding and bloodshot, and their clothes are stained with blood. They are described as crazy, not much different from zombies.

A dozen corpses were still lying on the ground.

Although they didn't get along very well the last time they met, Yumeno Hisaku still kindly invited him to play together.

Yumeno Hisaku: "The first to find the doll is the winner."

"I can see that you look quite sober."

Party B Yunhe sighed, finally saw a sober person, but a sickly one.

One by one, he kicked all the people who rushed down the corridor without spilling a drop of the wine in his hand.

There were only the two of them left in the hallway at the moment.

Because he was holding a knife in one hand and wine in the other, he had no choice but to slam the man against the wall, and then stuck the knife into the wall, saying: "Give you another chance to organize your words, what happened? "

Not afraid of the sharp blade that is close at hand, Yumeno Hisaku smiled happily: "Isn't it great that everyone is willing to play with me?"

With a "tsk", Yunhe took off the bluetooth headset and stuffed it into Zhengtai's ear.

I don't know what Osamu Dazai said to Masahiro, but Masahiro, who was laughing abnormally a second ago, was out of breath from crying, and then became honest.

"It's the light... He said to forgive me and gave me a beam of light, and then my abilities were fully restored and strengthened. I come here to play games every night from eight to ten."

Party B Yunhe raised his head and saw a beam of light coming from the blue ceiling.

Brilliant and dazzling.

Make him look like a ghost.

He seldom hated things so much, he thought.

But he still calmly withdrew the knife and continued to go up the stairwell.

Followed by a series of Mafia staff who lost their minds and only knew to attack people, he ignored them and did not let them touch his clothes.

When he walked to the corner from the fourth floor of No.40 to the fifth floor of No.40, he saw the so-called broadcasting station—a set of broadcasting equipment and a monitoring computer.

The computer shows the live situation of each location, either miserable and terrifying, or joyful, like the epitome of the chaos of all beings.

Osamu Dazai was picking up the speaker, took out the real cursed doll from it, and released Yumeno Hisaku's ability.

Party B Yunhe felt that his hallucinations disappeared, and his vision became brighter.

"Actually, I'm worried that you smashed the headquarters of the Port Mafia after you were hallucinated. But you seem to be awake all the time."

Osamu Dazai only just found out that he got the Q ability, and it was still a whole week, but he was delivering food every day normally.

It's time to join the top ten bizarre events.

"Well... the so-called arrogance of the strong is that there will always be a backup plan called 'kill everyone who stands in your way'. I appreciate the arrogance, but I don't think everything needs to do it. "

Ordinary people suddenly get huge power, it is difficult to use it without curiosity, without thinking about using this power to break the things that limit themselves, and to take revenge on those they want to take revenge on.

The small unhappiness accumulated in life and the anger caused by unfair treatment will be magnified by this power.Powerful, unconventional forces seduce and manipulate the mind.

The discovery of supernatural powers is random, so supernatural crimes have been repeatedly banned.

Party B Yunhe has been consciously controlling his desire to destroy, reducing the number of times he uses his abilities, and trying to maintain a normal life as much as possible.

He will like and dislike, anger and fear like a normal person, but never allow these emotions to control him.

Because someone wanted to use his fear of ghosts to manipulate and hurt him, so he came here with a knife.

"If all those who have gained power have this awareness, I think Dostoevsky will have nothing to do, and our workload will be much smaller."

Osamu Dazai sighed meaninglessly, and was urged to talk about the current situation.

"I was a little confused at first, but now I understand."

"At present, the port mafia has become a huge 'cocoon', and everyone in it is the nourishment of a newborn, and you are what he wants most."

"The enemies you will face are divided into four categories. The first category is the evil god's dependents, that is, some marine creatures covered in human skin; the second category is the monsters and illusions produced by the rule-type ghost stories, such as the extra Osamu Dazai and People who are no longer here; the third category is the dead who can be seen for some reason; the fourth category is the living who want to keep the dead, and people whose minds have been controlled."

In fact, many people did not find abnormalities.

Just enjoying the hard-earned reunion, with a hint of "it's a sweet dream" to give them even more reason to indulge.

"If you can overcome your fear, I think you only need to pay attention to one person." Osamu Dazai pointed his finger at a corner of the monitor.

Above is the basement.

Every time Party B Yunhe goes there, there is only Da Meiren alone, but now there is another person without shadow.

"This is a transcendent. Although it is said that he has lost a lot of gravitational abilities and his level is not as good as before, it has replaced the original core. It is another singularity created by a transcendent with life."

"I don't know why the dead can be seen by the living and captured by the camera. Maybe you will have the answer here, but as long as the matter is successfully concluded, no one will explore it." Osamu Dazai said suggestively.

Calling the real dead (if it's not true, some hot-tempered people in the port mafia probably did it) from hell to the world, ordinary people with supernatural powers don't have the ability to do so.

He didn't think that Party B's Yunhe did it on purpose, but this matter should indeed have a lot to do with the other party - anyone who saw the so-called god would understand this.

Party B Yunhe's tone was choked with sobs: "If I said that I just ate an octopus, would you believe it?"

Although he still lost the death card and bullied Zhengtai, as long as he didn't eat that octopus, there wouldn't be so many troubles behind.

Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world.

Osamu Dazai: "...I probably understand, then there is one more thing to remind you."

"Say it, I can accept it."

"You know that supernatural life forms are created by supernatural beings.