Chapter 123 Very good, another crazy one
"..." Mori Ogai was really panicking this time. His brain was thinking very actively: How did Douma know that he had a private relationship with Mimic? How much did he know about the inside story? Was he doomed tonight?
In a tense mood, Sen Ou's bloodshot red eyes stared at the door in front of him, as if he wanted to stare a hole in the door in front of him.
Douma was not in a hurry at all even though he didn't get a reply from Mori Ogai. He openly pried into Mori Ogai's heart and read more information about Mimic, while secretly thinking in his heart that it was impossible for a person like Mori Ogai to stay still.
By reading Mori Ogai's thoughts, Douma has confirmed that he has not wronged Mori Ogai. The other party did secretly contact Mimic's leader Kidou some time ago, a French man whose supernatural powers are exactly the same as Oda Saku's.
Fortunately, he just had an epiphany and remembered that according to the original plot of "Bunno", their current timeline was almost at the point where Oda Tou (crossed out) Sakunosuke and his family died. That's why he deceived Mori Gugai. Otherwise, the fact that the internationally notorious supernatural organization Mimic was about to land in Japan would have been concealed by Mori Gugai.
Time seemed to pass quickly but actually was slow. The two of them were thinking a lot in their minds, but in reality only a few seconds had passed.
Mori Ogai quickly adjusted his mentality that was almost broken by Douma, and a determined light flashed in his eyes. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he decisively let go of the door handle. While laughing heartily, he turned around with a relaxed demeanor and complimented Douma: "Hahaha, you are worthy of being the wise and powerful Douma. No matter what happens, you can keep it in your eyes."
Is Douma someone who would fall for this? Yes, he is.
Although Douma has a large number of uninvited believers (crossed out) followers, and therefore has experienced many kinds of rainbow farts, but this is the rainbow fart blown by Mr. Mori. Can it be the same as the rainbow fart blown by others? It must be different!
"Really?" Douma, who was pleased, simply raised his eyebrows lightly and did not continue to ask questions. Since Mori Ougai was willing to repent, why didn't he take the initiative to report the matter to him.
A small, ambiguous question hit Mori Ogai's heart like a huge rock. He observed Douma's every move even more carefully, not missing any slight changes in his expression, but he was once again unsuccessful.
The young man in front of him with long oak-white hair had the same harmless smile as always. The curve of his mouth was soft and sweet, and his two faintly visible canine teeth added a bit of mischievousness and cuteness to his handsome face. His eyebrows were curved without any hostility, and every muscle in his body was relaxed. He looked relaxed and had no intention of attacking at all.
But this guy who seems to be kind to others at first glance, is actually not even a human being, but a cannibal who feeds on humans.
Those seven-color gradient eyes, which could be described as a gift from God, were extremely gorgeous and charming. However, only a small number of people with clear minds and sharp intuition could see the coldness and ruthlessness hidden in these charming eyes.
No… Douma didn’t even have the slightest intention of hiding it. Mori Ogai thought of this and woke up as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water over his head. His pupils, which had shrunken for a moment, refocused again, and his heart, which had sunk, became even colder.
It was because Mori Ogai suddenly realized why Douma dared to walk in this world without any cover and didn't care about being seen through his true face.
Because Douma is so powerful that he doesn't need to care about those ants who can only look up to him, just like people don't care about the small ants crawling under their feet. There is no need to care at all. Whether in terms of strength or wisdom, Douma is already above everyone else.
Mori O, who had gained some enlightenment, cleared his mind and discarded those disturbing thoughts. He looked into Douma's eyes with a clear mind. For the first time, he dug into the emotions deep in those colorful gradient eyes with a purely focused perspective. Then he saw the infinite sorrow that he had once thought was a disguise.
In an instant, Mori Ugai figured out everything, especially a question that had puzzled him for a long time: why did nearly 90% of the people in the Port Mafia become Douma's loyal followers without him notifying him? Since he came to power, he had never imposed any harsh restrictions on the people below him, so why would they betray him and join Douma, who was only one of the five major cadres?
Now Mori Ougai understood that those followers were not followers in the secular sense, or he should call them loyal believers of Douma. These believers placed everything they had, including their lives, on Douma, the Son of God. How could such fanatical believers care about him, their secular boss.
No one can defeat faith, and Douma is their faith. Thinking of this, Mori Ogai smiled with relief and no longer cared about his failure, because he was destined to lose from the beginning. After all, how could a human defeat a god?
"..." Douma, who had been eavesdropping on Moriogai's inner thoughts, said indifferently: Very good, another madman. There is no hope, wait for death.jpg
Douma is used to this kind of situation... No way! How can a plot freak like Mori Gugai be the same as those ordinary passers-by who have brains that are almost the same as if they have no brains? Why can Mori Gugai also be affected by the Xie Cult leader buff that comes with the mutant shell!
Douma: Isn't this neither scientific nor supernatural? ? ? Crazy table flipping.jpg
Unfortunately, Douma's inner rage and fury were not successfully detected by Mori Ogai, the culprit. The completely locked and reflective window of the mind covered all of Douma's true emotions with eternal indifference.
To the cautious Mori Ogai, this scene seemed to show that Douma was getting impatient because he hadn't spoken for too long.
Seeing this, Sen Ouwai quickly explained, "Before I turned to the light, I did contact Mimic's leader, Jide, once or twice in private. But after I surrendered to you, I never contacted them again."
"…That would be better." The smile on Douma's face disappeared at some point, and his expressionless face at this moment made him extremely shocking. At least that's what the only spectator here, Mori Ogai, thought.
In fact, Douma just suddenly felt a little uninterested and had no interest in continuing to tiaojiao (cross) and embarrass Mori Ogai. He left a sentence "Then the Mimic matter is left to you to solve, don't let me down." Then he strode out of the hall and left Mori Ogai, who was still politely admitting his mistake, at the door.
"Yes, thank you for your tolerance." Mori Ogai's tone was very sincere, his head was obediently lowered, but at the same time he was listening to the footsteps of Douma leaving, and he didn't get up for a long time.
Only when the footsteps that were getting farther and farther away could no longer be heard did Sen Ouwai straighten his back and stand upright. His uneasy heart finally settled down, because he knew that he had passed this hurdle for the day.
"Huh..." Sen Ouwai slowly exhaled the breath that had been held in his heart. Seeing that there was no one around, he took out the mobile phone from his trouser pocket and planned to call Ji De.
Since Douma has spoken, he must resolve Mimic’s issue today. Hopefully it’s not too late...right?
"Beep, beep, beep..." The unanswered phone call was like a silent mockery, making Mori Ouwai's face, which had just returned to normal, become extremely ugly. A familiar ominous premonition came to his mind: Grass (a kind of plant), it seems that this matter cannot be resolved peacefully.
Just as Mori Ogai guessed, Kidd did not answer the next few calls, and he had to accept a cruel fact: probably, possibly, or perhaps it was too late.
It is very likely that Mimic has already set off and boarded a smuggling ship destined for Japan. He may land in Japan at any time and, like an omnipresent gray mouse, invade Yokohama, a land that has been placed under the wings of Douma, the transcendent.
But no matter how many speculations there are, Moriou cannot give up saving himself. Otherwise, when Mimic's well-trained lunatics arrive in Japan and stir up trouble in Yokohama, attracting Douma's attention, his good days will probably be over.
Therefore, Mori Ugai would never dare to bet on what would happen if he disappointed Douma. A sunbath that could relieve the cannibal might become a luxury, Mori Ugai, who had just experienced what it meant to be worse than death, thought.
On the other hand, Douma, who threw the Mimic trouble to the culprit, was unaware that the progress outside Morio was not going smoothly, but he dared not say a word and was desperately trying to remedy the situation. He thought that the Oda Tonosuke incident had been nipped in the bud.
After all, it is impossible for Douma to keep the Demon King's mind-reading technique on 24 hours a day just to monitor Mori Ugai's every move. Or maybe Douma is waiting for Mori Ugai to make a mistake again and then kill him directly (?).
So, Douma, who was relieved too early, returned to the dark leader's office and focused on fishing (crossed out) while wondering if he was accidentally radiated by some unknown world during the process of cosplaying.
After all, the buff effect of the Xie Cult leader that came with his shell was too strong. Even someone as determined as Sen Ou could be deceived by it. It was like being polluted by someone.
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Wait, this buff seems to be on him? Oh, it's okay then, it's better to die with a friend than to die with a poor friend, let's get along.
After reaching the above satisfactory conclusion, Douma put aside the fear of being frightened by Mori Owl's reaction and became a salty fish boss with peace of mind, leaving all the work to the people below.
Especially Mori Ogai, the former leader and current secretary of the leader, who was cruelly treated (eliminated) and vigorously cultivated by Douma, and fell into a 'happy' 007 life, where he even saved time for sleep. Huang Shiren was really moved to tears when he saw it.
Alas, the once pure white (?) glutinous rice dumpling, Doma, is no longer what it used to be. Things have changed, and after being influenced by various well-known dark things, it has stuffed a lot of black sesame fillings into its belly, and has transformed into a white-cut black, 鈕祿, Doma. (bushi)
But what is coming cannot be avoided. Not long after, Douma received the latest intelligence reported by his subordinates, about a group of mysterious unknown enemies appearing in Yokohama and causing damage everywhere, especially targeting their port mafia. Many bases of their organization were attacked, causing heavy losses.
Douma read the intelligence that mentioned that many survivors witnessed the group's dress, and it turned out to be a group of well-trained fighters wearing tattered gray cloaks and hiding their heads and tails.
Seeing this, Douma still had something in his mind that he did not understand. He could not help but laugh in anger and threw the thick stack of intelligence in his hand on the table with a bang: "Haha... This is really exciting good news."
Hearing the dissatisfaction in the boss's tone, the man in a black suit who came to report shuddered: "Sorry... I'm sorry, it's all because of the incompetence of my subordinates."
"Forget it, it's none of your business." Douma was not a person who got angry easily. He pinched the bridge of his nose, quickly calmed down, and said gently: "You go down first."
After the man in the black suit left, Douma sneered and opened the authority of the Demon King. He wanted to see what Mori Ogai, the person who was assigned to handle Mimic, was doing now.
The next second, Douma saw the room full of white through Moriogai's eyes, and the other party was treating the injured in the medical department.