When Qi Mu's super power defected

That skirt is very beautiful, with flowing shape and clean color. It may be cumbersome to wear in the cherry blossom season, but it will look fresh and refined when you go to the beach or somewhere for vacation.

Under the gaze of Osamu Dazai, I am not guilty, [I am moved by the design. ]

I bought this skirt for 30 yuan.

I always like fashion. There is a floor of women's clothing in the mall, and I will go shopping occasionally.

Osamu Dazai accidentally shook out a set of lingerie.

he:"……"

His pupils quake.

His expression became even more indescribable.

I, who was originally confident, also fell silent: […]

What's going on, this scene is really weird.

My idea is very simple, I bought the skirt after I saw it, but everyone should have heard of the birdcage effect, which means that a person who has never kept a bird is given an empty birdcage by a friend one day, and the man will be at home every day After seeing the birdcage, after a period of time, he will usually buy another bird to raise in order to make the cage useful, instead of throwing away the cage.I'm almost in this psychological logic now, or should I spend money to buy a handicraft that is only for appreciation?

I have the ability to change form.

This ability is to change my body physically. I can become a cat, become younger, and naturally become a woman.

Saiki Kusuo has turned into a female body form Qimu Kusuo many times in order to eat desserts. Because these dessert shops are special, they either only accept female customers, or women have discounts when ordering food. He has no taboos about this. He can switch between the genders at will .

The same is true for me, acting as a man is just out of habit and convenience. Occasionally, I am also curious about what it feels like to be a girl. So far, I have experienced the experience of becoming a woman three times.

ha?Of course, I won't tell you about this kind of thing, and it's not a big deal.

There is nothing new about being a woman, except for the occasional slap in the face, and other people have unreasonable and explicit thoughts about me, and it makes me feel better when I am taken care of by a gentleman.

I calmly picked up the women's underwear, unpacked it, and the reason for giving it away can no longer be used.

I grinned like a domineering president, [This is my girlfriend's. ]

"girlfriend?"

I showed my thumbs up, [I still have a son. ]

"...Oh." Osamu Dazai sneered ruthlessly.

Don't make an expression that sees through me, what does your eyes mean?

I pushed the glasses subtly, then pulled the light, [Okay, sleep. ]

……

……

I'm wrong.

As I said earlier, human brain cells are more active at night. For example, writers will be inspired at night, and their brains will make up excellent essays that they are so excited. Inexplicably emptied.

Nighttime is also a time for people to collectively collapse in depression, because their emotions will be more rich and slender at this time.

If Osamu Dazai usually only writes [-]-word essays in his mind, now he can write [-]-word essays out of thin air.

Unbearable, I turned over and faced him, [Can't you sleep? ]

On the bed five meters away from me, Osamu Dazai, who was breathing so lightly, opened his eyes, "...I didn't make any sound."

[Your voice disturbs me. ] I said.

"Hi..." Osamu Dazai, who responded lazily, didn't believe it or not, "Even I can't control my heartbeat. Are you so sensitive that you can even hear this? I'm sorry for the noise." He said without nutrition Xu Xu stared at my luxurious ceiling, but his eyes were not in focus.

But because of my interruption, his thesis suddenly got stuck, and now he is stuck there.

I was also staring up at the luxurious ceiling, because I was afraid of accidentally turning Osamu Dazai into a stone statue, so I didn't even take off my glasses, [I have to work tomorrow, and this is considered a late night for me. ]

"Does staying up late give you a headache?"

[Yes, and it will affect my mood, making me irritable involuntarily. This is not a characteristic that a wise leader should have. ]

Osamu Dazai looked at me,

People with superpowers can see objects clearly even in the absence of light, so I met Osamu Dazai's eyes, and there were many things in his eyes that hadn't appeared in a hundred days, like a bottomless black abyss,

"Qimu..."

The young man pronounced these two syllables softly.

I opened my eyes slightly,

When I think about it carefully, Osamu Dazai doesn't seem to have called my name.He will always call me the leader of the port mafia in a weird way, boring adults.

"You can read people's hearts..."

[Yes. ] I admit lightly,

"..."

The room fell silent.

After Dazai Osamu made such an unreasonable remark, he stopped talking. He turned his back to me, as if trying to avoid my sight.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore."

***

The next day I summoned the former leader's personal doctor, Mori Ogai.

Because he recommends himself every now and then, either asking me if I need a physical examination, or if I am short of medicines, and in the end he is in a hurry, so he almost slaps me in the face and asks if I still want him.

I put it off and on, because I only found out about the relationship behind him a while ago.

At that time, I was surrounded by my subordinates, walking towards my limousine step by step, and then a three-coloured cat passed by my feet.

At first I thought it was a very middle-aged and big-brained Sanhua, but soon, his logic and thinking ability showed me his wisdom that was completely beyond the capacity of a cat's brain.

He was actually evaluating me, and even hated his disciple.

That disciple is Mori Ogai.

Outrageous, really outrageous, it turned out that Mori Ogai usurped the throne at the time and had the support from above. This turned out to be a political chess game. I was the only variable, and they were caught off guard.

Sanhuamao divides Yokohama into three time periods. During the day, it is maintained by the military police and the Secret Service Section. At night, it is guarded by the port mafia. The interlaced moment of day and night—dusk is managed by the armed detective agency. In order to achieve balance in Yokohama, the three-moment concept was proposed.

Now, the dark night is in my hands, not his chosen disciple Mori Ogai.

My eyes hurt when I saw Mori Ogai's application now, and finally on this day, I called him over.

Aren't you worried, then I will put one of your people by my side.

[Physical examination, I don't need it. ] I looked at the man who walked into the chief's room, and said bluntly.Just kidding, it would be a medical miracle if my body was checked.

His hair should have been easily taken care of when he came here, and his clothes should be neat and clean. At least he respected and valued me when he faced me. He didn't hesitate to kneel down on one knee to salute, and I didn't hear it either. his complaints.

I seem to have seen an all-purpose tool man with an excellent heart.

Mori Ogai must have a good brain to be given the important task of taking over the night.

I was looking at him, and he was looking at me.

very young.

This is his first impression of me.

Murderous so heavy.

This is his second impression of me.

Almost everyone thinks that I am difficult to get along with, because under the influence of the environment, I am not as lively as when I was in the police academy, and the indifferent poker face seems to grow on my head.Although I am much milder than the previous generation, and I am also adjusting the mafia in the right direction, it does not prevent my subordinates from fearing me.

For example, my cadre, Koyo Ozaki, thinks I'm a cruel, heartless man (?).She was always serious during meetings, and she acted like a good and loyal cadre who obeyed her advice, but she scolded me all over the place in her heart.It's normal, because she doesn't understand me and hates the previous generation very much. She doesn't believe that the previous generation can give me the position of leader so easily. I must have used other methods secretly.

There is no good role to be able to mix in the mafia.

[You graduated from Tokyo University? ]I asked.

"Yes."

[High-achieving students should be very good at documents. ]

Mori Ogai had a bad feeling.

I pushed the stack of documents I had divided to him, [Lu Dou is not very capable, you might as well kick him out of the position. ]

Superior what?Is the superior an assistant?

Mori Ogai's face froze in shock from my unexpected operation.

So tender, so tender!How can you trust a black doctor at will!

The corners of Sakai Ludou standing beside me twitched,

[I just dealt with a cadre some time ago, and the other party was a supporter of the previous generation, who was doing tricks under my nose, so there is a lot of cadres left now. ] I looked at him with admiring eyes, [If you are not satisfied with the assistant, you can still work hard for the cadre. ]

"..." Mori Ogai was speechless for a while.

Even after the whole process, the speed was so fast that he was still kneeling on the ground and did not stand up.

His belly draft was completely useless, and the leader directly omitted the beginning and the middle, allowing the meeting between the two to reach the end.

Although it seems that I should be satisfied...but why...?

[Lu Dou, take Mr. Sen to the office. ] I clasped my ten fingers leisurely, and the look in my eyes was heavy.

This slight change in expression fell into the eyes of Mori Ogai, he looked at me, and finally said nothing, just bowed his head slightly to express his loyalty.

Oh, he was not faithful.

***

Put Mori Ogai's episode aside.One day, I teleported to Moscow after watching the TV series of the public security officer, because I wanted to eat a barbecue burrito sold by a small workshop.

When I got there, I wound the scarf a little tighter, and the chief's red scarf was no longer an ornament.I let out a shallow breath of white air, and the glasses quickly fogged up due to the temperature difference, and my vision became blurred. I closed my eyes, took them off and wiped them, and then added a thermal film on the surface of my skin.

The weather in Moscow is really cold. What falls in the sky is not snow, but ice flakes, which are fluffy and blown away by the cold wind. They walk on the ground like sand and dust. When you look at it, you will exclaim who is there. This casts a spell.

In such bad weather, there are very few pedestrians on the street, and I am out of touch with everything around me as I stroll leisurely.

I stood on the street and handed 150 rubles to the guy in the kiosk.

"Aren't you cold, kid?"

The burrito-selling grandmother Lilia looked at me with concern in her thickly wrapped, slightly cloudy green pupils, touched the back of my hand as she picked up the money, and then exclaimed, "It seems that you are very healthy. "

I have always been very patient with people who face life so hard.

I smiled slightly and responded to her in absolutely authentic Russian, [Yes, because I am healthy and have exercised just now, so I am not cold at all. ]

"Then you should also wear a hat, no, like that." Lilia blinked her delicately made-up eyes and pointed in a direction.

I took advantage of the opportunity to look over, and met a pair of rare purple-red eyes.

It was a young man with a sick look, his facial features had obvious racial characteristics, maybe it was because of the cold, his skin was bloodless pale, not quite the healthy cold white skin of most Russians Same.The other party was standing beside me, and if I wasn't scared, it meant that I knew about his existence a long time ago.

[Good afternoon, Fei Jia. ] I called this acquaintance by his nickname.

"Good afternoon, Qi Mu," said the boy.

"Fedokka, I haven't seen you for a long time." Lilia greeted kindly, "It's so cold today, why did you come out?"

"Come and return the book." Fedokka raised the book in Yang's arms, "I haven't seen you for a long time, dear Lilia."

"You are not in good health, and you still need to be kept in a warm place." Lilia quickly sliced ​​the barbecue for me, "Don't you come closer, there is an oven in my pavilion, it will be warmer."

But Fedoka just smiled politely and didn't move.

Fedya, Fedoka, these names are just nicknames. His full name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky. In fact, it is just the length of an ordinary Russian name. Or the elders will call the nickname affectionately.

He was the one I met on my first day in Russia.

At that time, I was quite leisurely, and I took the green leather train from Vladivostok to Moscow. Fyodor and I met each other on the train due to the arrangement of fate. If this is a romantic movie If it is a French movie, then we are sitting by the window facing each other like the hero and heroine.

Yes, I boarded the train in female form.

What a surprise, this is just an effective means of camouflage when necessary.

Because Russians are more gentlemanly towards women, I chose this convenient identity when I suddenly wanted to travel. Others will open the door for me, give up my seat, and help me carry things. Even if I wear cool clothes, I will not attract weird eyes. .

The vacation date I chose for myself was July. Vladivostok is a coastal city, not far enough to the north, so that day I wore a floral dress that I was particularly satisfied with, and I also put on contact lenses and took a super thick book. The novels pass the time, and become a beautiful woman who has been quiet for a while.

Fyodor was sitting opposite me. There were not many people in the car, and his and I were oddly next to each other.

He deliberately didn't touch me, and read a book in the sun, his pale face was a little annoyed by the warm radiance.

Originally, I just admired the beauty of the Russians, because their facial features were in full bloom when they were teenagers. Fyodor noticed my gaze, but he still pretended not to care.

Um?Was he afraid of accidentally killing me?

This voice caught my attention.

I looked at Fyodorka and couldn't help but think a little bit, but Fyodor could distinguish this slight difference, he looked at me vaguely, and then said, "What's the matter... ...?"

His words and tone are humble, with just the right amount of grace.

[I'm looking at the branches of Salzburg. ]

I say.