Chapter 2

As the sun sets over the horizon, the last ray of afterglow disappears completely.

The Leibo Street, sank into darkness, looked like a ruin. Only the dim lights shining through the small and simple windows showed that there were still people living here.

The sunlight that sealed him disappeared, and Douma was finally able to safely leave the dilapidated wooden shed and explore the new map.

The streets around it are uneven, narrow and deep, and the houses built on the slope are located in a disorderly manner, making it a huge maze for outsiders.

As a matter of course, the outsider Douma got lost.

However, at this moment, his mind was not focused on finding the road at all. Instead, he was concentrating on thinking about where he had heard or seen the place name "Leibo Street". It really sounded very familiar, but he just couldn't remember it for a moment.

At this moment, Douma's abnormal hearing allowed him to clearly catch the sound of two people whispering to each other in a dark street corner a hundred meters away.

"Hey, did you hear? Something big is going to happen at the dock tonight."

"Are you talking about that matter, the Port Mafia and the Takase Society?"

"As you know, you've heard about it. This is a big deal. It looks like Yokohama is going to have to reshuffle its plans."

Douma did not continue to listen to the following conversation because he had already obtained the information he wanted and guessed where he had gone.

Leibo Street Port Mafia Takasekai Yokohama Chuuya "Bungo Stray Dogs"

There is no doubt that the particularly fragrant Chuuya just now is the popular character in the novel, Chuuya Nakahara.

As expected of the combat ceiling of Wen Ye, it smells delicious.

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At the same time, on the other side of Leibo Street, Nakahara Chuuya sneezed. The sudden cold gave him a bad feeling.

"Are you catching a cold?" Yuuko tilted her head cutely and looked at Nakahara Chuuya, her fingers habitually curling the ends of her pink hair.

"No? I've never been sick." Nakahara Chuuya put aside the strange feeling in his heart and shook his head in denial.

"So you're an idiot?" Yuzuko laughed and joked, "Only idiots don't catch a cold, Chuuya."

The lambs burst into laughter when they heard this. Zhongyuan Chuuya could only put on a stern face and try to take on the responsibility of a leader. He told his friends to stop playing and continue looking for the suspected missing lamb.

On the other hand, Douma is thinking about how to further confirm whether the Demon King exists, which will determine the future direction of his life.

Since he couldn't see his own face because he had no mirror, he didn't know that the words "Upper Rank" and "Second" that should have been carved in his eyeballs by the Demon King had disappeared.

With the courage to die if he fails, he resolutely took the second step to explore the new map.

"Kibutsuji Muhei."

"Kibutsuji Muhei."

"Kibutsuji Muhei."

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Douma's tense body tensed uncontrollably. At this moment, he could even hear the sound of blood rushing in the veins of the people around him. It was as if time was slowed down.

Because he knew very well that if the Demon King really existed in this world, and he had the audacity to call out Muzan Muzan's name, there would most likely be very dire consequences.

After all, it was that scumbag boss who was known as the king of tricks. He was so afraid of death that he didn't allow anyone to say his name.

Well, he would probably be torn into pieces, and he would have to piece his body together piece by piece.

Douma, who was daydreaming, was trembling with fear at his own fantasy, but his face was wearing a warm smile and his eyes were cold. At first glance, he looked just like the real 'Douma', but he himself was completely unaware of this.

One minute passed...

Ten minutes passed...

It was quiet and nothing happened.

"Huh... Huh, Huh..." Douma relaxed completely. That was great. There was no Demon King in this world. He just accidentally went to the wrong map.

Finally, a big issue was resolved. Douma continued walking on the dark and narrow path with trepidation. After all, Leibo Street was not a peaceful place.

Wait, he's like a cannibal now? Oh, that's fine.

The locals who were hiding in the dark and observing the intruders nearby withdrew their gazes after noticing the young man with long white oak hair strolling leisurely as if he were strolling in his own garden. This was not someone they could afford to offend.

Douma didn't know that he was being treated as a fat sheep. He just felt a chill all over his body, as if something was wrong, but he thought it was his illusion.

After seeing the familiar house for the third time, he finally confirmed one thing: if he continued like this, he would not be able to leave Leibo Street before dawn.

Just when Douma's eyes were shining and he was planning to learn the methods of the two-dimensional martial arts school and was hurrying up to the roof, there was a loud noise coming from the lighted room beside him. He subconsciously turned his head to take a look, and then met a pair of cloudy eyes in the room.

The old man in the house stared greedily at the beautiful, colorful eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly realized how high a price the eyes could fetch at an underground auction.

Just thinking about it made the old man's hands tremble with excitement. After coming to his senses, he opened the door quickly at a speed that was inconsistent with his age.

With a gentle smile on his wrinkled face, he looked lovingly at Douma outside the door, and his hoarse voice contained just the right amount of concern: "Are you lost? I saw you pass by my door several times."

"I..." At this moment, the night breeze blew by, and Douma, who was about to answer, was stunned.

Along with the breeze came a sweet smell of food, and Douma felt a subtle hunger rising from his stomach. He hadn't eaten for almost a day.

Subconsciously ignoring the old man who smelled like rotten wood, Douma couldn't help but look behind the old man.

From the room with the door open, a faint aroma of food was wafting out.

As soon as the old man saw Douma's expression, he knew that he was hungry. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he quickly leaned over to invite him: "Young man, you must be hungry. I just prepared dinner. If you don't mind, come in and try my cooking."

The old man who invited him was full of expectation and enthusiastically pulled him into the house. Douma tried to refuse, but he was really hungry after a whole afternoon of hard work, so he could only shamelessly agree: "Okay, then I'm sorry to bother you."

"Don't be so polite. I get lonely eating alone all the time. You're willing to come as a guest, so you can chat with me." The old man turned and went into the house. With his back to Douma, he showed a sinister smile and said, "Look at me. I'm old. I almost forgot to tell you my name. My name is Katsuma Taro."

"I'm Douma."

After exchanging names, Douma followed Katsuma Taro into the house.

Although the house looked old and dilapidated on the outside, it was clean and tidy on the inside. However, the furnishings were too simple and there was nothing to be seen except the necessities of life, making it look a bit shabby.

Douma suggested that he could go into the kitchen to help, but was rejected by Katsuma Taro on the grounds that he didn't want to bother the guests. He could only walk to the dining table and sit down with nothing to do.

Katsurama Taro entered the kitchen alone, and his amiable appearance in front of Douma just now changed. His wrinkled old face looked abnormally eerie and terrifying at this moment.

There might be some kind people on Leibo Street who were willing to help others, but he was definitely not one of them.

With the eyesight of a veteran who has been engaged in organ trading for decades, Taro Katsuma can guarantee that Douma's eyes are purely natural. If they are taken to an underground auction, those human organ collectors will definitely fight for them.

But Douma looked like a good fighter and not someone that he would be easy to mess with. Katsuma Taro stopped holding the spoon in mid-air, feeling a little hesitant.

But when he thought about how much wealth those extremely beautiful colorful pupils could bring him, Katsurama Taro's hesitation was like a snowflake exposed to the sun, quickly melting away and no longer existing.

Even though he had just had an accident and accidentally tied up a member of the Sheep Group, causing himself a big trouble, he believed that he would not have an accident again this time.

Katsuma Taro squinted his eyes and listened attentively, making sure that the prey he had set his eyes on was still there, then he stealthily took out a bottle from his trouser pocket. The colorless, odorless neurotoxin in the bottle could kill a person quickly without harming any body organs. It was his treasure specially used to deal with prey that were difficult to deal with.

Douma, who knew nothing about this, was involuntarily attracted to the tightly closed door on the left. His unusually keen sense of smell told him that the aroma that aroused his appetite came from the closed door, not the kitchen.

Now that he is a cannibal, what delicious food does he think is hidden behind this closed door?

Things suddenly became terrible.

Douma, who still recognizes himself as a human, is a little confused. What kind of start to a horror movie is this?

Reason clamored to leave here immediately and stay away from the source of danger, but the opposite was his strong appetite. The two completely different emotions tore him apart, and ultimately appetite and curiosity overwhelmed fear.

After a psychological struggle, Douma sneaked into the room honestly, and the whole process was silent.

Everything inside was beyond Douma's expectations, because there was nothing here. There was only a single bed placed in the corner of the bare room.

It seems like this at first glance, but the increasingly sweet smell reminds Douma that there must be a big secret hidden here.

But before he could figure out where the secret was hidden, the house shook violently with a loud bang.

Douma was frightened and hurriedly left the room, then ran into Nakahara Chuuya who kicked the door open.