When Qi Mu's super power defected

Nakahara Zhong also looked up at me, only feeling that my drooping gaze revealed a sense of oppression that was hard to breathe.

A person with supernatural ability, a rare supernatural ability person of the healing system.

The ability to revive a dying person instantly, this ability...

I still have a lot of abilities like this.

I don't care.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the secret is leaked. As far as I know, there is another possessor of the supernatural ability that can bring people back to life besides me, and he should be working in Edogawa Ranpo's detective agency now.

Because this ability has no combat effectiveness, it is not enough to make me well known.And as the leader of the port mafia, I have sufficient means of self-protection.

I just scare them a little bit. Even if these powerless children speak out, who can they tell, and whose attention can they get their trust? During the period of working in the intelligence team, I just hid myself.

Cold-blooded dutifully stood behind me, supporting me while protecting me.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, I turned my face noblely and coldly,

[Okay, go back. ] I said.

"Wait..." Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously called out to me.

But when he opened his mouth, his head was empty, and his vocal cords seemed to be stuck and couldn't work. He wanted to ask me a lot of questions, but he didn't know which one to ask and which one to ask first.

He wanted to say harsh words to the leader of the mafia at the port, he wanted to thank the person who saved his partner, he thought of the intimacy and comfort of the two of us when we were driving together, and the tension between us facing each other now.

His impression of me was still that of the young master who accidentally sneaked into Lei Bo Street and was blackmailed, and the ordinary-class mafia who later cruelly killed the traitors. He didn't understand how I became the leader in one fell swoop.

But this does not prevent his favorability towards me from declining.

The last time we met, although I was a mafia, strictly speaking, I only dealt with the affairs in the port mafia, and did not harm innocent people. Organizations will not interfere in private affairs, so Zhongyuanzhong did not feel too much ill feeling towards me. .

But it's different now, I'm simply the embodiment of extreme darkness and evil.

Forget it, whether he likes me or not has nothing to do with me.

I thought.

However, in the next second, Zhongyuan Zhongye's favorability increased a bit, and before I could see which value it was staying at, the number flipped and fell down again, just like the real-time fluctuations of a stock k-line chart, playing with people's hearts.

I:[……]

Heh, do you think I care?

I glanced at the subordinate who was so quiet that he was almost blending into the darkness, [Cold-blooded, go back first. ]

I haven't figured out how to punish him for this matter. After all, I'm still a benevolent leader. Although he credulously believes that others have made mistakes, he is still wholeheartedly for the sake of organization. It's okay to beat and warn him, but he can't dampen his enthusiasm. .

Although the cold-blooded enthusiasm is minimal, he is a person with very indifferent emotions, and the only warmth is sprayed on the organization that gave his life.

Leng Xue took his orders and turned sideways to make way for me, waiting to go back with me.

I said, [Go back by yourself. ]

Cold-blooded for a moment, "Boss, do you want to be here alone?"

That's right, your wayward leader is all about being alone.

[Go back, there will be no problems here. ] I said calmly.

Leng Xue hesitated, bowed his head to gesture to me, and then disappeared into the night.

I followed suit, intending to find a corner and teleport back. The time has long exceeded the reading conditions of the super power. If I don’t go back, my subordinates may rush into the bathroom because they are too nervous.

Let me imagine, they should carefully ask me if I'm alright first, and if they don't get a response, they'll have to rush in like a watchdog who's been robbed.

No one hindered me, my coat was swayed by the night wind, and Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at my back and said nothing.

Suddenly, I stopped,

I found one thing that shocked me,

I heard Saiki Xiaoxiong's heartfelt voice,

I turned my eyes to look for him, and finally found a boy with ordinary flaxen hair among a group of young sheep.He should be the smallest member of the sheep. He is so short that he can only reach the waist of others, and he is immature and defenseless.

He wears a pair of common transparent black-rimmed glasses, and the eyes behind the lenses are emotionally dull, like a child who has been tortured by reality to the point of autism.

It's not uncommon for him to mix with sheep like this.

No wonder!This was simply beyond my expectations.I never discipline my double because I don't need to.Just like stopping a volcanic eruption, the first thing our avatar thinks of is to have a big meal to celebrate, a random head that only cares about the trivial things in front of us, because we have no future, and we don't plan anything for ourselves.

But Qi Mu Xiaoxiong appeared here, pretending to be a disguise, what does he want to do?

(I want to help you.) Qi Mu Xiaoxiong’s voice came, (I wanted to destroy this organization, but you should not agree, so I’m lurking for the time being.)

(No, this organization can't do anything to me.) I stared at him and responded with a voice that only the two of us could hear. You want to feel like a big family, I don't care about you.)

(Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't like.) Saiki Koo pushed his glasses, (I'm not you.)

I:[……]

What's going on, why do I feel the situation of Saiki Kusuo subtly.

I watched Saiki Xiaoxiong for too long, and he had the habitual aggressive expression. Shirose next to him moved and blocked Saiki Xiaoxiong.

Qi Mu Xiaoxiong was taken aback, and I was also taken aback.

Forget it, it's important to go back first.

I quickened my pace a little, walked past a corner with complicated terrain on Lei Bo Street, and disappeared in a teleportation.

Back in the bathroom before I left, I exchanged the scarf and socks back at the same value. Looking at the sock in my hand, I put it back on my feet, and the scarf that I wanted to be transformed back hung on the hanger where the socks used to be... …the positions of the objects exchanged for equal value are invariant.

Well, wash the scarf when you go back, and then go back one day.

I made up my mind while washing my hands.

I opened the door, and all the subordinates with sullen faces outside breathed a sigh of relief, their shoulders were almost visible to the naked eye by a degree.In fact, after I turned on the faucet, they complained that I was finally healed. After seeing me, they just had a feeling that I had a more sense of reality and the burden of a leader.

[Is the killer caught? ] I asked knowingly.

Dumbbird responded, "Yes, there were two people, and one of them committed suicide by swallowing poison."

[Send another to the interrogation room. ]

I straightened my windbreaker, and then asked Sakai Luto to change me to a VIP suite. I haven't eaten the noodles I've been thinking about.

Turning my head, I found that Dazai Osamu was silently looking at me, the light in his eyes was flickering.

From the mud on the soles of my shoes, to the messiness of my hair, and even the creases on the collar of my windbreaker.

It's a pity he doesn't become a detective.

[Dazai, why are you in a daze? ] I called him.

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips and followed my steps.

When people finally get what they want, their sense of satisfaction will soar. For example, now, after a long time of trouble, I finally eat the above, and I am so happy that I am about to show the classic expression of Saiki Kusuo eating coffee jelly.

Osamu Dazai was almost dumbfounded.

My subordinates are a little familiar with my occasional change of painting style, and at this time they are silently facing one, two, three wooden figures.

Perhaps my expression was too contagious, Osamu Dazai tentatively took a bite of noodles.

... very bland.

Nothing special, just the taste of soba noodles.

How can she show this... an expression that looks like she is so happy that she is flying up to the clouds.

***

After supper, I got into my limousine, and Osamu Dazai obediently followed behind me.

I watched him for a long time, and then asked Rikuto Sakai to drive directly to the mafia headquarters.

Sakai Rikuto glanced at me from the rearview mirror in surprise, then set his sights on Dazai Osamu, and then he did not ask any questions and just buried himself in his work.

Osamu Dazai said lightly, "Are you really not going to send me back?"

[Don't you just want to go back with me? ]

Hearing my words, Osamu Dazai froze with a nonchalant expression.

His awkwardness has been going on all night, and he didn't eat the noodles properly.

There was silence in the car. Of course, the silence was only for Osamu Dazai. I listened to his essays along the way.

Osamu Dazai's inner voice is often contradictory, and what he says and what he does are always two different things. To be honest, not only does he think I am always unexpected, he also makes me feel subtlety and novelty frequently.

And this teenager can see many deeper things that I habitually ignore.

My bad thoughts about human beings usually come in one ear and out the other. I have enough experience in screening and screening, and I treat everyone equally, but this has a flaw. I ignore too much and don’t care too much, so I pay attention Low.For example, if a person is thinking about how to kill a competitor that I don't like, I may only think that he is in the head, knowing that he has a dark side, but I will filter it out, because he is only thinking and has not put it into action.But Osamu Dazai could see the essential reason why this person had such thoughts—this person was a scum, a scum, a dangerous element, and an existence that he hated.

It's the first time I've seen this perspective.So listening to Osamu Dazai's essays is sometimes quite interesting.

I got out of the car and already arrived at my site.I stood alone on the elevator that went directly to the top floor, and then blocked the door to prevent Osamu Dazai from entering.

Osamu Dazai: "...?"

The boy looked at me, "Didn't you bring me back to talk to me alone?"

[No, just ask you not to sleep in the junkyard tonight. ] I put my hands in my pockets, and I was moved with compassion after listening to the small composition all the way, [Lu Dou, arrange a room for Dazai. ]

"Wait." Osamu Dazai seemed a little unhappy. He rolled his eyes and scanned the arrangement of personnel on both sides, then stretched out his hand and pushed my chest, sending me and himself into the elevator.

Osamu Dazai quickly pressed the door close button, and after confirming that the elevator started to go up, he asked me in a deep voice,

"Don't you have anything to say?"