Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Chapter 48

"Supernatural powers?" Shuji Tsushima was not interested. He stretched out his hand to caress the border of the prison gate, and his unwavering tone showed a little coldness, "I don't have supernatural powers."

Shuji Tsushima knew of the existence of supernatural powers.

Unlike the system of magicians [everyone has magic power], supernatural powers do not exist in everyone's body, but somewhat similar to magicians, people with supernatural abilities are also destined to be different from birth.

Ability is an extreme random choice, like a dice cast by God at will, if there is, there is no, but before the ability is revealed, no one knows whether he is the one chosen by God.

The only thing that is certain is that there has never been anyone who has both the talent of a conjurer and supernatural powers. The two are mutually exclusive and incompatible like positive and negative poles.

"No." Mori Ogai said, "You have supernatural powers, and they are quite precious and unique."

His words involuntarily leaked some irresistible strong breath, and a cold light flashed in the dangerous wine red pupils.

Mori Ogai soon realized that what he had done was a bit too much, restrained the nature that was unconsciously revealed, and raised a smiling fox-like mask, "Ah, by the way, I haven't asked your name yet. What? It’s not very etiquette to call Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao all the time.”

He asked politely, "Can you tell me your name?"

first name.

In that fire, both [Tsujima Shuji] and [Tsushima Reyo] had turned into a scorched corpse and died completely. Even the public security system will no longer have any records of the Tsushima twins. , That was the escape plan that Shuji Tsushima had already planned, but now it seems that it has become meaningless.

"Dazai." He said, the excitement of writing this name for the first time in his eyes was gone, only a lifeless haze enveloped him, "My name is Osamu Dazai."

Even the feeling of admitting the name with my own mouth seems to be nothing special.

Now that a set of identity certificates has been destroyed, in order to be able to live freely in this society, Shuji Tsushima... no, it should be called Osamu Dazai now, and Osamu Dazai naturally also took advantage of the convenient status of Minister Uuero Tsushima to come back early. They have prepared two new sets of identity certificates that are enough to allow them to start their lives again.

Because I hated the rotten Tsushima surname, I discarded it, because I hated being given the expected "Xiu" character by a rotten person like Tsushima Ueiro, so I discarded it. I originally planned to include the word "Ji" It was replaced, but I was afraid that Lianyang would feel unfamiliar, so I kept it.

And what is bundled with the brand new name is a completely different life experience.

Not long ago, both parents died in a car accident, leaving only a property in the Yokohama Concession and an inheritance sufficient for them to live to adulthood. The guardian assigned by the court works abroad, leaving only a dependent couple at home. The twins lived together. Because they lost their parents and were bullied at school, they chose to transfer to another nearby Kanagawa elementary school.

He had everything ready, but it was no longer needed.

"By the way, Mr. Mori...isn't it?" Osamu Dazai cast a sideways glance at Mori Ogai, and said lightly, "The smell of a politician on your body is so strong that it's disgusting."

There was a chilling malice in his pupils, "So what if I have supernatural powers? Don't you be afraid if you want to possess my supernatural powers and use me as a tool in your hands," he said softly and Gently, "Is it a double-edged sword in your hand?"

After pondering over the group of slick old foxes with even fur, the thoughts of the young Mori Ogai are not difficult to guess in Dazai Osamu's eyes, not to mention that this person has never concealed his ambition.

Osamu Dazai is like a stubborn and closed clam, stuffing and stuffing his soft and deadly heart in, hiding in the deepest part, in a dark room where no one can get in. Live emotions are unwilling to show.

He sneered and mocked again, resisting Mori Ogai's tentative attack with his tight, impeccable hard shell.

No way.

Mori Ogai thought with some regret, it seems that the method used to deal with Yosano Akiko will not work on Dazai Osamu.

This child is too intelligent and suspicious, and his despair of humanity is clearly revealed in those iris-colored pupils.

If such a child can't approach patiently and disintegrate the thick ice wall in his heart little by little, it will only increase his suspicion and vigilance towards others, and hide himself more and more cautiously like a frightened little animal.

It takes time.

But what Mori Ogai lacks most now is time.

He has already postponed his return by one day because of Osamu Dazai. The time for war is fleeting, and Mori Ogai's focus has always been on his [Undead Legion] plan, even if he is reluctant to part with Osamu Dazai. The diamond that can eliminate other people's supernatural powers, he can only reluctantly move Dazai Osamu aside for the time being.

"It seems Dazai-kun's will is quite firm." Mori Ogai said with some regret, "It's really sad to be rejected without even being able to say the invitation."

He asked again with hope in his heart, "Don't you want to protect this beautiful country we live in, Dazai-kun, and fight for the laughing citizens of this land?"

"Is it beautiful?" Dazai Osamu's kite-colored pupils were gray, "Then why can't I see it?"

In his short life so far, he has only seen people's endless greed and tireless disputes. They hold guns and only point their guns at the weak who cannot resist, guarding themselves with a hypocritical and awe-inspiring attitude. Ugly desires.

Is this world beautiful?

"It's beautiful." Mori Ogai said affirmatively, what flowed in his half-closed wine-red pupils was a hot, viscous, genuine love for this land, and his voice was low and deep Said, "It's a pity that Dazai-kun couldn't enjoy such a view."

Mori Ogai stood up, "In that case, I can only say goodbye first."

On the bedside table next to the hospital bed, for the convenience of the nurses to explain the precautions, there are convenience paper and ballpoint pens. Mori Ogai bent down, picked up the ballpoint pen casually, took out another white convenience paper, and pressed the brush with his fingers. With a few strokes, he wrote down his name and contact information.

"If you change your mind, you can contact me at any time, Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai handed the note to Dazai Osamu.

"Don't worry about the hospital expenses. I've paid for it in advance. You can stay here as long as you want." Even after confirming that Osamu Dazai was a tough nut to crack, Mori Ogai did not just give up. I gave a small profit and showed my friendly attitude.

This is a hospital under the jurisdiction of the army. Most of the patients admitted are immediate family members of soldiers with a certain rank. Therefore, the management is strict and the information is updated in a timely manner. The whereabouts of the patients after they are discharged from the hospital will be tracked for a week to prevent any rats that may traffic relatives of soldiers from being mixed in.

Therefore, Mori Ogai, who only regards Osamu Dazai as an ordinary child with a strange personality, is not worried that he will lose the whereabouts of Osamu Dazai.

The young doctor in military uniform disappeared outside the light blue curtain.

And Osamu Dazai sat quietly on the hospital bed. After Mori Ogai turned his back and walked out, he glanced at the toilet paper that Mori Ogai forced into his hand, then stretched his hand to the side of the bed and let go of it. finger.

The piece of convenience paper fell lightly into the trash can, was soaked in the dirt, and the wet black ink was gradually smeared, and along the traces of the fibers on the paper, it showed a bacteria-like appearance covered with burrs.

Disgusting politician.

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"...Master, ya...Master..."

A distant and trance call sounded like a call from outside the sky.

In front of him was a flickering, warm colored light and shadow.

A figure in a black suit walked towards him, with unrecognizable and indistinct facial features on his face, stretched out a hand with a faint warm light and gently pushed him——

[Om-]

It seemed that the whole world was spinning, and countless hands stretched out, pulling his blank soul, falling, falling, falling infinitely in a void.

In the feeling of emptiness and falling like dying.

In his ears, only a long and quiet white noise sounded.

"Master Alluka." The long-lasting call suddenly became clear.

The subtle friction sound of airflow interaction when breathing, the slightly dry and trembling sound when the vocal cords are tight, the sound of teeth bumping, and the sound of sticking water when the mucous membranes are close and separated when the mouth is opened and closed.

Everything is so real.

There was a little tremor in the gentle female voice, and she said in a cautious tone as if she was coaxing a child, "The nap time is over, it's time to wake up."

Like the end of a serenade, when the note of Ding Dong stops abruptly, it also wakes people up from the sudden dream.

The blurred vision as if covered with water mist, the truly soft body, and the soft hair scratched the neck, bringing waves of itching.

Reo Tsushima even felt [him] yawn, rubbed his eyes, and wiped away the thin, moist layer of tears.

The world became clearer.

The deaconess in a black suit has an ordinary and youthful face, she looks only in her 20s, her short black hair is neatly combed back, her slightly drooping eyes never dare to look directly at [him], warm colors There are a few light sunburns dotted on her cheeks, and her dry and chapped lips are tightly pressed, showing obvious tension.

"hug me."

[He] asked so naturally, "I want to wash my face."

"Yes, Master Alluka."

Naturally, the deaconess was omniscient and reached out to hug [him].

The body was soaring into the air, and was held firmly in mid-air. After raising his sight, Reo Tsushima saw the whole picture of the whole room.

Bright colors, childlike patterns, cute dolls piled up round and round, soft carpets on the floor, layered veils hanging on the bed, and cloud-like lamps hanging from the ceiling.

It is like a room that only a child who grows up spoiled in love will have.

But Reo Tsushima noticed.

The deaconess opened the only door in this room, led [him] into the bathroom that was also carefully furnished, moistened a cloth with warm water, and wiped [him] face.

——In this room, there are no windows, no exits, only the welded vents humming dully, letting in the free air from the outside world.