Chapter 115 New Usage Method
Douma glanced speechlessly at Mori Ogai who was standing at the door. With the help of mind reading, Douma had a new understanding of the inconsistency of Mori Ogai.
Some people appear to be good teachers who are elegant and caring for their students, but in fact they secretly wish to dig hundreds of deep pits for their students to step into, and they will not stop until their students are broken into pieces.
Tsk tsk tsk... Douma sighed and looked at the unlucky student Dazai Osamu who was schemed by Mori Ogai. When he met Dazai Osamu's gloomy eyes, Douma swallowed back his emotions. He almost sympathized with the wrong person.
A certain black mud spirit doesn't need any sympathy, okay? It's probably a case of what goes with what pot. Douma had an illusion () or maybe it wasn't an illusion, Dazai Osamu seemed to be able to take out a knife at any time, smile and cut his teacher's kidneys a few times, after all, you can't hide the look in your eyes that wants to stab someone.
As if being burned by this brutal master and disciple, Douma turned his gaze to the pianist without blinking. He could feel that the pianist had been looking at him from the beginning.
Douma, who was still immersed in this touching master-disciple relationship (bushi), forgot the properties of his shell and tried to ask the pianist what was going on with his eyes: "?"
Finally getting the boss's attention, the pianist, who had been keeping a wary eye on Moriogai without Douma saying anything, felt his whole body go cold. He opened and closed his mouth but couldn't utter a word: "..."
The pianist's mind went blank as he met Douma's eyes. He forgot what he wanted to say for a moment. It seemed as if his entire body, including his thoughts, was frozen under the gaze of those colorful gradient eyes filled with cruelty and tyranny.
An inexplicable chill crept up the pianist's spine and quickly spread throughout his body. The premonition of being shrouded by death made him dare not even move a finger.
“???” Seeing that the pianist didn’t say anything, Douma’s eyes became even more confused.
Douma didn't understand why the pianist didn't keep silent if he had something to say to him. He was completely unaware that his temperament had subtly changed at this moment.
In fact, although Douma's rationality suppressed the unpleasantness of being interrupted during eating, the shell of the 'Upper Rank Two' whose appetite was not satisfied was obviously a little disobedient.
At least some of the emotions that were accidentally revealed would be enough to make the humans who were regarded as food by the cannibals feel deep fear in their subconscious.
After all, even though human sensory organs have degenerated to varying degrees due to the comfortable life in modern society, and their perception of danger has become very dull, even the dullest humans, as long as they are not dead, will still feel something when they come face to face with a man-eating beast at close range.
Not to mention the pianist, whose five senses are obviously superior to those of ordinary people and who has been fighting on the front line of danger for many years. It is natural for him to detect the terrifying and dangerous aura from Douma.
Douma: ...Is it possible that I simply didn't have enough to eat? There's no such thing as cruelty or tyranny!
There were four people present at the moment, two of them were exchanging barbs, each one more sinister than the other, while the other two were staring at each other quietly, and the pianist's condition was visibly getting worse.
Seeing the pianist's face begin to turn pale, his lips also losing their color, and his forehead gradually covered with fine beads of sweat, Douma then remembered that he probably, maybe, might have forgotten something very important.
Since crossing over, his shell has undergone strange changes. The eyes that were once a true window to the soul to judge emotions have now been forcibly sealed and even become completely misleading. Others cannot receive the signals he sends with his eyes and will only understand them in the wrong direction.
After realizing the key point, Douma felt a little guilty when he looked at the pianist's ferocious look. He quickly averted his gaze from the pianist, coughed silently in embarrassment, and tried hard to suppress the urge in his heart to dig out a Hong Kong black building with his toes on the spot.
As long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.
As long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.
As long as I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.
Important things should be repeated three times!
Douma repeated this wise saying (?) three times in his mind, then turned his gaze away as if nothing had happened, his eyes roaming around the messy leader's office, pretending to take a tour of his future office location in advance.
As soon as the boss's oppressive gaze moved away, the pianist, who was already dripping with cold sweat, breathed a sigh of relief. He tightened his slightly trembling fingers, and the ferocious veins bulged on the back of his hands.
Only after the pianist was 100% sure that the boss was no longer paying attention to him did he dare to raise his arms and use his sleeves to wipe his sweaty forehead and wet temples.
After tidying himself up, the pianist, who was no longer so fierce, finally had the energy to start thinking. He wondered why the boss looked at him like that. Did he do something wrong?
In fact, the pianist is not a stupid person, otherwise he would not have been able to defeat so many of his peers and sit in the position of cadre. He even aroused the jealousy of Mori Ogai for a time because of the establishment of the flag society.
It's just that the pianist, who is not stupid, is different from the smart Dazai Osamu. In some aspects, he is not as good as Dazai Osamu in terms of how to do things and how to read people's expressions. ①
The pianist, who was also well aware of this, couldn't help but feel moved. He secretly glanced at Dazai Osamu, who was concentrating on competing with Mori Ogai, and saw that Dazai Osamu didn't seem to be on guard against Mori Ogai, and his attitude was no different from before. He immediately realized where he was wrong.
The pianist acted as if he suddenly understood something: "So that's how it is. The boss thinks I'm too stupid. I couldn't understand such an obvious situation. It was obvious that Mori Owl had been conquered by the boss and became the boss, but I was stupid enough to ask this question just now."
He understood! From now on, he will think more before doing anything and never miss any clues.
The pianist's imagination turned him into a wise guy, complicating a very simple oversight.
As for what the pianist finally understood? Well, he probably understood how to make a bubble teapot. (bushi)
Douma was unaware of this. He was still pretending to inspect the leader's office and nodded with a very focused look: Hmm... the decoration is quite good, it's good... the pattern of this carpet is very gorgeous.
Wait, this is on the carpet...
Douma's eyes were aimlessly darting back and forth, and were finally attracted by the oak-white hair scattered on the carpet. His gaze was fixed firmly on it, and he finally remembered what he had just overlooked.
his hair.
Something like his hair, which could detect his DNA, must not fall into the hands of others. Otherwise, with current technology, the secret that he is not human would no longer be a secret the next day.
Even if we don't think about it in the more popular scientific sense, we can think about it in the more supernatural sense.
In this world where everyone has all kinds of strange and bizarre superpowers, Douma wouldn't think it was strange if a person with superpowers suddenly appeared one day and could use human tissue to perform any or all of the following: curses/assassinations/information detection/real-time surveillance.
You can always believe in the two-dimensional world, it has all kinds of monsters and demons, smile.jpg (bushi)
As soon as Douma thought about the various horrible consequences that might develop, he was overwhelmed by a huge sense of fear.
Fortunately, the problem was discovered early, so no serious consequences were caused. Thinking of this, Tongma closed his eyes, took a deep breath slowly, and tried to calm his inner world that was disturbed by his imagination.
When Douma opened his eyes again, the fear had disappeared, but the strong aroma of food (crossed out) and the smell of blood in the room inadvertently went straight into his lungs through his nose, once again arousing his appetite that he had just suppressed.
The hunger that could not be ignored burned in the smell of high-quality thin blood. Douma touched his flat abdomen. The beautifully shaped eight-pack abs could not calm his sadness at the moment: Damn, this smell is still so fragrant, slurp.jpg
A delicious (crossed out) psychic like Mori Ogai, although still far from the eternal top 1 in Douma's heart: dear Rimbaud-kun, is of high quality when considered in detail.
After all, there are not many people with abilities as powerful as Mori Ougai even in the whole world, let alone in a small town like Yokohama.
If you look throughout Japan, there are so many people with the same level of ability as Mori Ogai that even if ten fingers are not enough, you can definitely count them even if you add ten toes. And among them, the number of people who can fall into Douma's hands is even fewer, which can be said to be one less meal a day.
Douma lamented the shortage of "quality food" while slowly searching the house. Finally, he found a metal lighter that looked very expensive in a drawer in the corner.
He placed his thumb on the cold metal cover and applied light pressure. The cover opened with a click. He tried pressing the switch, and a beautiful blue flame came into Douma's eyes. He squatted down, and with the excellent vision of a cannibal, he picked up all the white hair scattered on the carpet and burned them one by one carefully, not leaving himself any unnecessary trouble.
A pungent smell of burning protein quickly spread, successfully attracting the attention of the other three people.
Unlike the relatively honest pianist, when Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai saw Douma burning his fallen hair, they exchanged a quick glance without attracting anyone's attention, which had a very profound meaning.
Just by looking at this scene, you can't tell at all that they were setting traps for each other just now, but now they suddenly become a tacit master and disciple duo.
Douma squatted on the ground with his back to the three of them. In the suddenly quiet environment, he used mind reading to listen to Morio's inner voice: "Dazai-kun did notice the hair... Douma's abnormality will definitely arouse Dazai-kun's curiosity. After all, Dazai-kun has a cat-like personality... And the pianist, his reaction just now was also very interesting..."
Douma listened quietly to Mori Ogai's detailed analysis of all the information he had come into contact with, and while fiddling with the remaining burnt residue, he blinked thoughtfully.
Ah, it seems he has accidentally unlocked a new way to use Moriou.