Chapter 113: Can't Waste

Douma knows every word that Mori Ogai says, but why can't he understand when they are put together?

What does "nearly 90% of the people in the organization are your people" mean? How can this be... well, maybe it's not possible... right? In just a few seconds, the villain in Douma went from holding his head high with a clear conscience to feeling uncertain after vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

It was because Mori Oo, who said this to him face to face, looked so natural and confident at the moment, and it didn't seem like he was using rhetoric to deceive him without any basis.

Not to mention that there were Dazai Osamu and the pianist standing by as evidence. After hearing such incredible news, they didn't show the slightest surprise. This is unreasonable.

Everything pointed to the truth of the matter in a direction that Douma did not want to see.

Douma doesn't know why things suddenly turned out like this. It can't be said that this is exactly the same as the situation in his cognition, but it can be said that it has nothing to do with it.

At this moment, Douma couldn't help but think of the conversation he had with his adjutant.

Clearly, he had gone back to ask Masaki Yuto how many people in the port mafia were his believers (crossed out) followers because of the doubts raised by Dazai Osamu.

Not long ago, the answer Masaki Yuto gave him was that the progress was not good. How come it suddenly became like this now? He secretly converted nearly 90% of the people in the port mafia into his believers (crossed out) followers without realizing it.

Douma: This is not scientific at all! Aa ...

Because of the shell's deceptive and misleading nature, Douma's inner cries of entanglement were not noticed by anyone, even though there were two professional counselors standing in the room at the same time.

Or perhaps, it is precisely because both Mori Ogai and Dazai Osamu are too smart and too professional that they always like to think about things in a dark and cruel direction, and then embark on the wrong goat path and run all the way, sprinting in the opposite direction.

On the contrary, those who are simple-minded and intuitive are more likely to see Douma's true thoughts and will not accidentally step into the nesting doll trap that he set since he cosplayed and his body transformed into the shell of the Second Upper Rank.

Just like at this moment, in the fallen leader's office, except for Douma, the person involved, none of the remaining people are easy to deal with. Even the pianist who looks the most upright and serious has a lot of tricks in his mind.

Therefore, when Douma listened to Mori Ogai's "praise" with an expressionless face and remained silent, Douma's reaction meant a lot of things to them, and in just a moment they could list more than a dozen different guesses.

The smart people's excessive imagination made them and Douma become two distinct groups of people. They are from the same world but it seems like they are living in two different sets.

Realizing that he would most likely not be able to get rid of the freshly-cooked black pot on his back, Douma reluctantly turned his eyes away from his favorite target (crossed out) leader candidate Dazai Osamu, and looked at Mori Ogai with a slightly numb look, and said desperately: "The alarm is too noisy, Mr. Mori, please turn it off."

Douma's nonchalant attitude and the hint in his words made Mori Ogai's heart sink. The forced smile on his face almost cracked, and he replied dryly, "Oh...Okay, I'll listen to Douma-kun."

But as a smart man, Mori Ogai couldn't help but interpret Douma's words in depth: Is he mocking me in a sarcastic way? The highest level of alert that can only be activated by the boss only has the effect of making his ears uncomfortable.

Douma: ...Is it possible that I simply thought the alarm was too loud and there was no hidden meaning in it!

Mori Ogai, who is full of schemes and tricks, obviously can't believe that Douma's real thoughts are so simple. He is very angry about his own interpretation.↓

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However, when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Since his life is in Douma's hands and his life and death depend on his thoughts, Mori Ougai can only open the cabinet obediently and lift the alarm.

The moment the world quieted down, Douma's heart, which had been annoyed by all the unexpected developments, suddenly calmed down a lot, and he couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

The five senses of a cannibal are far superior to those of an ordinary person. The alarm sounds that sound sharp and noisy to humans are doubled in Douma's ears. Although he was not injured, he did feel a little uncomfortable.

Mori Ogai looked at the relaxed smile on Douma's face that didn't reach his eyes, and his heart grew heavier.

Although he is now doing things with the determination to die, if there is a chance to survive or other better breakthroughs, he will naturally feel happy from the bottom of his heart. After all, no one wants to die.

However, looking at Douma's eyes that were as cold and calm as ever, Mori Ogai knew that this was just his own extravagant wish.

A heartless monster like Douma is really hard to deal with. He is not like ordinary people whose emotions he can easily stir up. Mori Ogai, who is known as the 'worrier', thought in frustration.

Just when Mori Ogai felt that even if he had planned everything, he would still be doomed to fall into Douma's hands this time, Douma, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke again and asked a question that was extremely strange in his eyes but ignited his hope.

"Mr. Mori, I have two choices for you." Douma spoke slowly because he was still a little hesitant about whether to save Mori Oo's life.

Since there is no room for maneuver in his promotion to the new boss of the Port Mafia, Douma feels that he has reason to make plans in advance for his future work and life that will be beneficial to him.

Well...like grabbing a good aphrodisiac or something.

This useful strong Ding specifically refers to a nameless Mori. Is there anything more useful than a tool blood descendant who feeds him ghost blood? No, it does not exist.

The sleepless 007 happy life is waving to you, humble office workers (crossed out) dear family members, what are you waiting for, get on board! (bushi)

Moreover, Douma has always suspected that Mori Ogai might have guessed that his weakness is sunlight, otherwise he would not have tried it last time.

When Douma thought of that temptation, his eyelids twitched and his collarbone felt a phantom pain, and his suspicion of Mori Ougai deepened.

It would be nice if we could simply kill people and silence them, but in this world full of strange and supernatural powers, killing people and silencing them does not mean absolute safety.

For example, Moriou's special ability [Vita Sexualis] is very dangerous in its special form.

Think about the unlucky Shibuzawa Ryuhiko in the original work. By analogy, maybe after Mori Ogai's death, Alice, as a humanoid with special abilities, will be free and live independently in the world. Then the secret will no longer be a secret.

Not to mention that somewhere in this world, there might be a person with special abilities who can summon the dead. Here, we can refer to Rimbaud, who is known as a "psychic" and can read the corpses of people with special abilities using his [coloring book].

Just thinking about these two possibilities made Douma's scalp tingle.

If his fatal weakness was known to others, Douma would have guaranteed, with the integrity of the heartless scriptwriters in "Bungo Stray Dogs", that he would have died in obscurity, and that he would have been schemed against to the point of leaving nothing behind, which was quite self-aware. (bushi)

In comparison, transforming Sen Ou Wai into his descendant and letting him accept the control of the Ghost King seems to have only advantages and no disadvantages, but the reality may not be that simple. Sen Ou Wai's brain is too active, and it will easily cause problems if he knows so much.

The two sides continued to argue, and after thinking it over again and again, Douma decided to choose the lesser of two evils.

After all, it would be a waste to let go of Sen Ou Wai, such a useful tool. And as long as he didn't tell Sen Ou Wai that he could read the minds of the vampires and perceive the surroundings through their eyes, the problem didn't seem to be a big deal.

After successfully convincing himself, Douma continued with the previous topic: "Two choices, life or death, what will you choose, Mr. Mori?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell silent.

Not only was Mori Ogai stunned, but Dazai Osamu and the pianist who were watching quietly also looked at each other in surprise.

Douma said these were two choices, but everyone knew there was only one choice, and that was to live a very simple and unpretentious life.

No one would be stupid enough to choose another dead end, and Mori Ogai was no exception. The wound on his neck made his voice a little hoarse: "Douma-kun, why do you have to ask when you already know the answer? I will naturally choose the path of life."

But there is no such thing as a free lunch. All the gifts from fate have already been secretly marked with a price. Mori Ogai, who is good at controlling people's hearts, knows this truth well.

Even though he was in deep trouble at the moment, Mori Ogai's eyes were still clear and sharp. He was not confused by the seemingly good options. He chuckled and said straight to the point: "Please tell me your conditions, Douma-kun."

Without Douma saying anything, Dazai seemed to have predicted Douma's thoughts. He put his hands behind his head and tapped the pianist's shoe with his heels. When the pianist looked over, he stretched lazily and suggested, "Let's go out first."

Having said that, Dazai Osamu turned around and walked out without waiting for the pianist to answer. The pianist who was left behind reacted quickly and followed him almost in the next second. When leaving the leader's office, he closed the door.

After everyone who shouldn't be here left, Douma looked back at Morioda, but his gaze had changed a lot: "As for conditions... Actually, there aren't any. It just needs a little change..."

Mori Ogai, who had been waiting in anticipation, was stunned after hearing this vague answer. In the moment when Mori Ogai was stunned, Douma stepped forward, stretched out his fingers to touch the wound on Mori Ogai's neck, and then licked his fingers covered with bright red liquid in Mori Ogai's astonished eyes.

There is no doubt that Mori Ougai is a powerful psychic, and the fresh blood from his body tastes incomparably delicious.

Douma's gaze became uncontrollably hot, and he clamped down on Mori Ogai, who was trying to resist, with an irresistible force. He pressed Mori Ogai's shoulders and murmured, "We have to do it anyway..., we can't waste it..."

Before Mori Ogai could figure out what Douma meant, Douma rushed forward and bit Mori Ogai's neck.

The two cute little fangs not only looked sharp but were actually very sharp. They effortlessly tore open the skin and flesh on the outer side of the forest gull's neck and embedded themselves deeply into it. The aorta ruptured instantly and huge streams of blood gushed out.

The small part that Douma didn't have time to swallow was inevitably absorbed by his clothes, but he couldn't care less about this waste now. The thin blood full of energy was extremely tempting to the cannibal. Faced with irresistible food, Douma's mind was now filled with only tons of thoughts.

After having a large amount of blood sucked away, Sen Ougai's face turned pale uncontrollably. The unhappiness of being controlled by others made him clench and unclench his hands, but in the end he did nothing.

Knowing that Douma could easily crush him to death, Morio controlled his body's instinct to resist and tried to remain calm while judging his current amount of blood loss. When it was about to reach an extremely dangerous threshold, he raised his arms and slapped Douma's back hard.

It was obvious that Douma, who was addicted to toot tot, could not be awakened so easily. The threat of his food being taken away made him bite Mori Oogai's neck even harder, tearing it into a bloody mess.

"Hiss——" The doubled pain made Mori Ogai, who had been enduring it, unable to hold back and gasp. His eyes became dizzy and he could no longer care about anything else. He directly grabbed Douma's long hair and pulled it hard.

"Hiss--" This time it was Douma's turn to cry out in pain. His mind, which had been confused by the delicious food, finally came back to its senses and he did not make any big mistakes, such as accidentally killing Mori Ougai in a fit of impatience.

Although But... Douma stared at the extremely familiar oak-white hair between Moriogai's fingers and felt a pang of heartache. These were all his precious hair!

Wait? He is not a human who will become bald now, but a cannibal with max recovery ability. The hair that is pulled out can regenerate infinitely.

Oh, that's okay.