Chapter 121: Immortality

Although it was said to be over, the panic in Sen Ou's heart only lasted for a short time. After he was blinded by the burns, he figured it out himself. The last bit of worry quickly disappeared, and his turbulent heart quickly calmed down.

It was because Mori Ogai was very confident in his own judgment: Douma was not the kind of tyrannical person who would get angry just because his subordinates interrupted him, so he didn't have to worry about angering him.

After hearing the whole process of Mori Ogai's thinking, Douma thought silently: Although but...what you did is not just this insignificant detail, Mr. Mori.

Everyone present with eyes noticed that the new boss, Douma, was staring at Moriogai with a deep gaze. Even Officer A, who was the least tactful and liked to act smart the most, noticed that something was wrong.

Officer A sensed the strange atmosphere at the scene, and looked back and forth between Douma and Mori Ogai with his narrow, squinting eyes. Relying on his small eyes so that others could not see, his eyeballs rolled silently in his eye sockets, looking left and right, trying to find something different from the two people.

Yes, cadre A, who has great ideals, has not given up his dream of becoming the boss. He always wants to take the opportunity to sow discord and split the port mafia from within so that he can find a chance to take action.

Especially the relationship between Douma and Mori Ogai is too special. At least Officer A, who claims to be an insider, has not yet figured out what shameful secrets are hidden here.

First, why would Douma, the new boss, spare the life of the previous leader, Mori Ogai, instead of eliminating him forever? Second, why would Mori Ogai be willing to work for Douma, the enemy who drove him out of office?

Cadre A, who was unable to understand, was extremely curious about this. Not only him, but even the pianist who usually behaved very low-key was also very curious about the reason.

However, the pianist is a cautious person in his daily life. He is afraid that his exploration will arouse the suspicion of the new boss Douma. He finally overthrew the boss who disliked them, and he doesn't want to repeat the same mistake.

Therefore, the pianist wisely kept his mouth shut. After all, talking less and watching more and just following orders obediently was the right way for a subordinate to act, and it was also the choice least likely to make mistakes.

Also having a good eye were Ozaki Kouyo and Dazai Osamu. They quickly judged that something was wrong and at the same time, a look of schadenfreude flashed across their eyes, especially Dazai Osamu, the resentful student besides Mori Ou.

Just when Nakahara Chuuya was about to be unable to bear this strange atmosphere and was about to say something, Ozaki Koiyo stepped forward and smiled before Nakahara Chuuya could open his mouth, "As expected of you, the leader. You are so majestic that the Special Ability Service Department is rushing to serve you. I admire you."

After being scolded by Ozaki Kouye, Douma stopped staring at Mori Ou and showed a helpless expression, "Sister Kouye, please stop teasing me."

In the current port mafia, only Ozaki Kouyo has the qualifications and courage to make such a lighthearted joke with the boss Douma. She can even keep her face straight and continue to talk and laugh: "What I said is all true, Douma-sama..."

"Sister Momiji!" Douma hurriedly interrupted Ozaki Momiji's next words, fearing that he would hear some embarrassing teasing again.

"Okay, okay." Seeing Douma getting anxious, Ozaki Kouye changed the subject, used the wide sleeves of her kimono to cover her slightly raised red lips, and said with a smile: "Since the leader is tired after a busy day, I and others will take my leave first."

"Yes, you guys go down." Douma nodded repeatedly with lingering fear. Women, especially big sisters like Ozaki Koyo, are really scary.

After getting Douma's permission, Ozaki Koyo bowed slightly, and when she turned to leave, she did not forget to accurately grab the corner of Nakahara Chuuya's clothes under the cover of her kimono sleeves.

"?" Nakahara Chuuya felt the tugging force on his arm and subconsciously looked at Ozaki Kouyo who was pulling his clothes, but got no response.

Ozaki Koyo acted as if nothing had happened, ignored the puzzled look from Nakahara Chuuya, and continued walking forward without looking away.

And such a hint is enough. After all, Nakahara Chuuya is just not very sensitive in this regard, but it does not mean that he has no brains. On the contrary, Nakahara Chuuya is even quite smart.

Well...it's just that Zhongyuan Zhongya rarely encounters situations that require him to use his brain. Generally speaking, he can just fight his way through and it's done. It's a brute force push, you deserve it. (bushi)

Nakahara Chuuya, who had realized something, also bowed to Douma. After receiving Douma's nod in response, he quickly caught up with Ozaki Koyo and Dazai Osamu who had already walked far away.

Dazai Osamu, who didn't need to be reminded at all, turned his head and pouted at Nakahara Chuuya who was catching up with him, turning on his daily mocking mode, Nakahara Chuuya Limited Edition: "Ah——, Chuuya is the most popular after all~"

It was clearly a compliment, but when it came out of Dazai Osamu's mouth, it was full of strange and sinister flavor, and the interjection made people's blood pressure soar. (The "person" here specifically refers to Nakahara Chuuya who was deliberately targeted)

The veins on the forehead of Nakahara Chuuya, who has gradually grown into a reliable young man, bulge. The curse that turns the double black combination into childish elementary school students whenever they meet is activated (bushi). His fists creak as he squeezes them, and his voice is deep and magnetic, not like that of an 18-year-old young man: "Are you picking on me on purpose? Blue-flowered fish!"

"Ahaha..." Dazai Osamu jumped up as if he had caught something, pointed at Nakahara Chuuya next to him, and complained to Ozaki Kouyo who was walking in front of them: "Sister Kouyo, you heard everything, right? Chuuya, a candidate for an officer, actually spoke to me like this, and I'm an officer-level!"

As expected, Ozaki Kouyo took sides and said without stopping, "I'm sorry, Dazai-kun, I didn't hear anything."

"Sister Momiji... you're so biased." Dazai Osamu, who had just stood up, wilted, causing Nakahara Chuuya, who had achieved a partial victory, to laugh out loud.

"Boss, I will too..." Mori Ougai, who was left at the end, was about to say goodbye as well, but was interrupted by Douma's cold voice: "Come with me."

After saying this, Douma stopped looking at Mori Ogai's reaction and turned around, opened the door and walked back into the hall. When Mori Ogai looked over, he only saw Douma's broad shoulders that seemed a little cold and hard.

It is obvious that Douma does not have any obvious emotional fluctuations, or in the eyes of Mori Ogai, Douma (?) has never had any real emotional fluctuations from the time they met until now. He is like a piece of eternal ice that will never melt. He has never had any human emotions at all. He is truly and completely inhuman.

But for some reason, Mori Ogai had a hunch that Douma seemed dissatisfied with him. An ominous premonition arose from nowhere, making Mori Ogai's heart beat fast.

Mori Ogai couldn't help but frown, but because life and death were in Douma's hands, he had to follow Douma into the hall obediently. ☆

Before Morio closed the door, his hearing ability that surpassed that of ordinary humans was such that he could even hear the quarrel between Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya in the distance.

The carefree laughter and playfulness of the young people severely irritated Sen Ou, who was in a bad situation. After all, if his perception was not malfunctioning, then what he would face next would not be easy for him.

Just as Mori Ogai thought, the hall was empty except for the two of them (?). It was eerily quiet at this moment. Douma had already turned around and was staring coldly into Mori Ogai's eyes.

No matter how many times he looked at those eyes with gradient colors, Mori Ougai had to admit that they were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, bar none.

But beauty cannot eliminate the horror brought by these eyes. They are cold and empty, like the embodiment of death, making those being stared at feel as if they have fallen into the abyss. The real oppression from the blood makes Mori Owl breathless.

In just a few seconds, Mori Ogai was suppressed by the terrifying aura surrounding Douma and broke out in cold sweat. His hair was severely wet and his underwear was also soaked with sweat, sticking to his skin.

But this slight discomfort seemed so insignificant amid the tremendous pain of suffocation.

Although suffocation will not cause the cannibal to truly die, the terrible pain will follow him deeply into his bones. It is much gentler and more cruel than bloody punishment.

"Ahh——" The extremely oxygen-deprived Mori Ougai opened his mouth as wide as possible, but he still could not get enough oxygen to stop the pain, nor could he make any more sounds.

The brain outside the forest gull gradually became blurred, and his hands were unconsciously grabbing his neck in pain, squeezing the originally white and slender neck into a bloody mess, which quickly healed due to the cannibal's amazing recovery ability, and the cycle repeated over and over again.

Soon, the forest gull's eyes became bloodshot and bulged out, looking very scary as if they were about to explode at any time. Its usually strong limbs were now as soft as noodles and could no longer support its own weight. It collapsed to the ground.

The immortal body of the cannibal has now become the source of nightmares outside the forest.

Tong Mo crossed his arms across his chest and looked down at Mori Ogai from a high position. When he saw him curled up into a ball and trembling and struggling in pain, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction: "Sure enough, my suffocation is more advanced and effective than simple physical damage."

Seeing this miserable state of being tortured to a point where his life was worse than death, Douma, whose character had unknowingly deepened, did not show any sign of softness. Instead, he calmly wondered in his heart whether Mr. Mori would dare to do anything behind his back after this incident.

Time passed second by second, and Sen Ouwai stopped struggling as if he was dead. His eyes completely lost their luster, and his two dark red eyeballs, which seemed to have the word "shrewd" permanently engraved on them, were now as dim as two cheap glass beads, covered with a layer of gray mist.

If it weren't for the instinct of the King of Demons, just by looking at this scene, Douma would probably have thought that Mori Ougai was dead. However, he was not. The immortal body of the cannibal was still quite durable.

"Ok, we can talk next." Douma's mouth curled up into a faint smile, which contrasted with the miserable-looking Mori Oogai beside him, not only did it not seem close, but it became even more terrifying.