Chapter 20

Douma lightly mocked Mori Ogai for being unpopular, but his brows were furrowed. It was obvious that he was not as relaxed as he appeared, but rather felt very heavy.

The densely packed names on this list are not just names, but to Douma, they are lives that will end in his hands. The fingers holding the list began to exert force unconsciously, and he didn't even realize that he had crumpled the list in his hand.

Douma discovered in frustration that this mission was impossible for him. He couldn't take so many lives so easily. It would be fine if there was some compelling reason, but the reality was that this was just a trivial power struggle.

After coming to this conclusion, Douma began to think seriously about whether he should defect from the port mafia and go somewhere else before Moriogai could react.

As for the subsequent pursuit, as long as he runs fast enough, the port mafia will not be able to catch up with him. Besides, he is not a human now, so it is not that easy for him to die... right?

Thinking of Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai, two brainy people who seemed to have cheated, Douma became a little uncertain again.

It was not until the sound of tearing paper rang in his ears that Douma woke up from this difficult entanglement, and his eyes refocused on this heavy list.

The entire list was torn into two asymmetrical halves. The smaller half contained the names of the high-level members of the port mafia, while the larger half contained the names of the lower-level members. The two parts gave Douma a clear sense of distinction.

Douma, who was just worrying about how to successfully escape the pursuit of the port mafia after his defection, suddenly had a new idea. Maybe he could complete this task in his own way instead of following Mori Ogai's expectations.

To catch a thief, first catch the leader!

As long as he can deal with the senior executives on the list and appease the people below, the mission will be accomplished. At least no one will openly oppose Mori Ougai anymore.

As for those opponents behind the scenes? Oh, what does it have to do with him? This scumbag leader who exploits people to the point of not wanting to spare even the smallest bit of bones should step down as soon as possible!

Douma sneered, crumpled up the list of low-level personnel who had rebelled against Moriou into a ball, and threw it lightly with force. The ball of paper drew a beautiful parabola in the air and finally fell perfectly into the trash can.

He immediately picked up the phone receiver beside him, dialed the internal line, and asked for a cage of mice for the experiment.

There is a well-equipped medical department in the Ganghei Building, so a cage of mice was quickly handed to him by a junior member. Douma ignored the other party's curious eyes, just nodded at him and sent him away.

After he was alone in the room, he concentrated on practicing the art of controlling vampires. Mainly, he had to experiment with controlling the strength of the toxin, otherwise he might accidentally kill a group of people with one move in the future, which would not be good.

If he wasn't about to fight someone, he would have almost forgotten that this matter required special training. Before that, he was busy learning the torture course with Sister Hongye.

Maybe Ozaki Koyo received some news, so she didn't care that Douma didn't report to the interrogation department for the past few days, and she didn't even call him to urge him to go to work.

The cages of guinea pigs were not sacrificed in vain. Douma's control over the blood demon arts that came with his shell reached a new level and he used it very smoothly. Just when he was immersed in the training, the landline in the room suddenly rang.

Douma was a little unhappy about being disturbed, so he picked up the phone and found that it was Masaki Yuto from the logistics department who he had asked to help. The sunscreen clothing and black umbrella specially made for him by the R&D department had been completed and were ready for use.

After hearing the good news, Douma's unhappiness immediately disappeared. Since coming to this world, he has never gone out during the day. If this batch of specially made clothes and black umbrellas are effective, then he will be able to go out during the day in the future.

"Do you want it now, Master Douma?" After receiving Douma's affirmative answer, Masaki Yuto on the other end of the phone immediately shook his head and said, "Yes, I will personally deliver it to you right away. Please wait for a moment, I will be there soon."

"Okay, thank you for your help." Douma smiled generously, but unfortunately, the fanboy Zheng

Mu Yongren couldn't see it.

Even so, Masaki Yuto felt his heart was cleansed when he heard Douma's gentle and compassionate voice. He hung up the phone as if he was injected with chicken blood, picked up the big box on the table and ran to the elevator.

Masaki Yuto's abnormal behavior caused the sidelong glances and discussions of his colleagues, but he was completely deaf to these irrelevant noises. His only thought now was to hand the things in his arms to Lord Douma intact.

The two were in the same building, and there was an elevator inside, so they could travel back and forth very quickly.

Three minutes later, Masaki Yuto, breathing heavily, stopped at the door of Douma's dormitory with a large box in his hands. Visible beads of sweat dripped from the ends of his hair to his shoulders.

He ran too fast just now. As a civilian who had never exercised since graduation, his exercise volume today had far exceeded his usual level.

Douma heard rapid breathing outside the door. Without waiting for the person outside to knock on the door, he couldn't wait to open the door and let the person in.

"Lord Douma, I won't go in. There is still a lot of work waiting for me in the logistics department." Masaki Yuto's head shook like a rattle. He stuffed the things in his arms into Douma's arms and wanted to leave.

"Okay, then I won't keep you here." Douma held the box in one hand and thanked him solemnly, "Thank you, Masaki-kun."

"No, no, no, Lord Douma, just call me Yuto." Masaki Yuto was a little overwhelmed by this sincere thank you. He scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, bowed deeply to Douma, then turned around and ran away.

Looking at the back of Yuto Masaki running away, Douma shook his head with emotion. Although this reaction was a bit strange, it was much better than those who always misunderstood him as cold-blooded and heartless.

Douma, who was thinking this, didn't know today that his shell also had the buff of the Xie Cult leader. These friendly people with strange reactions had ridiculously thick filters for him, and they were just about to perform an on-the-spot conversion show on him.

Douma opened the box, but found that the things inside were far beyond his expectations. It was not because the sun protection equipment was too ugly, but because it was a very normal black suit, a long windbreaker, a dark red shirt, black gloves and a hat.

He looked at these things doubtfully, but finally put on the special clothes in case they were useful.

After changing his clothes, he stood in front of the mirror and adjusted his cuffs. After thinking for a while, he tied up his long oak-white hair with the gift given to him by Sister Hongye. Then he looked up at himself in the mirror, who had matured a lot, and nodded with satisfaction: "It looks good."

Just because it looks good is useless, Douma didn't dare to go out wearing this outfit.

He stood in front of the mirror again and carefully checked his whole body, then raised the collar of his black windbreaker.

After making sure that his entire skin was tightly covered and would not be exposed to any sunlight, Tong Ma slowly opened the curtains in the bedroom.

First, his black-gloved palm, then his arm, half his body, and finally he stood in the sunlight.

"Wuwuwu, thank you modern technology for saving my life." With tears in his eyes, Douma enjoyed the warm touch of the sunlight on his body.

If it were two months ago, Douma would never have imagined that there would be such a day. He, who used to not like basking in the sun, now longs for it so much.

Sure enough, what humans cannot get is the best, although he seems to be no longer a human being now.

The temptation to step out of the Minato Kuro Building and explore Yokohama during the day made Douma, who had been studying or isolating himself recently, unable to stay any longer. He quickly pulled out the big black umbrella from the box and ran out.

As a result, a strange indoor umbrella-playing device appeared in the lobby on the first floor of the Ganghei Building.

"Who is that person?"

"have no idea."

"It looks like he's seriously ill."

"Hey, that's Lord Douma from the Interrogation Department, a direct subordinate of Kanbu Ozaki. You are talking nonsense here, are you trying to kill yourself?" A well-informed man in a black suit interrupted his companions' whispering, fearing that Douma, who was not far away, would hear anything. He didn't want to be implicated.

With Douma's hearing ability, those

Naturally, he heard all the people's whispers, and his hand holding the umbrella handle tightened. After he regained his senses, he found that flying an umbrella indoors was indeed too stupid.

As long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed. Douma silently recited this wise saying in his heart, and after calming down, he showed a friendly smile to the people who just said bad things about him.

As expected, when those people noticed that Douma was smiling at them, they felt embarrassed and guilty, and hurriedly pulled each other's sleeves and bowed to say hello.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Douma." X4

Two months was enough time for these lower-level personnel to know about Douma's existence, but most of them had never seen him in person, otherwise they would not have made such a joke.

"Well, good afternoon." Douma replied indifferently, and no one could tell that he was so embarrassed that he almost dug out a three-bedroom, one-living room apartment with his toes just now.

Randou, who happened to see this scene at the side, looked at Douma with a strange look. People with special abilities generally have good hearing and eyesight, and even he heard those words just now. Logically, Douma, who was closer, should have heard it even more. However, Douma didn't say anything and didn't do anything. This reaction was really not like that of a mafia member.

At this moment, Douma smelled an unprecedented fragrance. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in intoxication. The domineering and assertive fragrance behind him was announcing its presence to him.