Chapter 21

Douma suddenly turned around, and his bright eyes instantly locked onto the source of the fragrance.

The man was handsome, slender, with beautiful and melancholy golden eyes, long black hair hanging down his back, with only a fringe of bangs hanging down his face. It was a hot summer day, but he was wearing warm winter clothes, a red striped scarf around his neck, and a pair of white plush earmuffs on his ears.

After the two-dimensional world became the three-dimensional world, it is a bit difficult to recognize people just by the features in the anime, but this person's appearance is so eye-catching that Douma can't help but recognize him. There is no other way. He wears winter clothes all year round and always looks very cold. There is no one else except the great enemy Rimbaud.

Rimbaud's information immediately popped up in Douma's mind.

Arthur Rimbaud, French poet (crossed out) supernatural spy, supernatural power [coloring book], is a supernatural power user at the "transcendent" level, and there are only dozens of such people in the world.

When he sneaked into the Japanese military base and tried to take away "Arabato", he was betrayed by his former partner. Fortunately, he survived but was seriously injured and lost his memory. He joined the port mafia to regain his memory.

After recovering some of his memory, he started to cause trouble. When he was finally killed by the two black men, Rambo was still thinking about his scumbag partner who deserved to be killed.

Thinking of this, Douma's surging appetite was suppressed a lot by the feeling of pity. Such a miserable family is rare in the literary world.

Randou didn't notice Douma's chaotic brain activity. He just felt a little confused when he found that the other party's eyes were fixed on him. He shouldn't have offended Douma, right? Why was he looking at him like that?

Lan Tang was not a proactive person. He stood there with a frown on his face, thinking with a melancholy look on his face, and had no intention of taking the initiative to step forward and ask questions.

Originally, Douma was not a proactive person, but it depends on the person. No one can resist beauty, strength and tragedy, especially when he smells so good (emphasis), slurp.jpg

"Ran...Dou-kun." Douma greeted him warmly, and his real name, Lanba, which was almost bald, was changed to the other party's current name in time.

Randou was keenly aware that there was a subtle pause when Douma called his name, and immediately an indescribable strange emotion spread in his heart.

Could it be that Douma knows his identity? Does he know his past self? Randou, who wants to regain his memory, can't help but wonder about this possibility.

Even if reason tells Randou that Douma's hesitation when calling his name is most likely because Douma is not familiar with him, and it is even rare for the other party to know his name, after all, he is just an 'ordinary' low-level member of the port mafia.

Looking at Randou who seemed to be in a trance, Douma stretched out his right hand nonchalantly and said sincerely: "It's our first meeting. It's a pleasure to meet you, Randou-kun."

Douma's voice brought Rando back to his senses. He pulled out his right hand from the warm pocket and held it, probing meaningfully, "Is this really the first time we meet? I always feel like I've seen Douma-kun somewhere before."

"Of course this is the first time we meet." This time it was Douma's turn to be confused.

He looked down at the two equally pale and cold slender right hands that were still tightly clasped together, and thought: Although our hands are quite similar, "Bungo Stray Dogs" and "Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba" are completely unrelated. We must have never seen them before, and the connection has never been this deep.

Randou carefully observed Douma's reaction and found that Douma did not show any flaws. The fake smile on his face did not move at all, but he did not look discouraged.

The incomplete memories that Lan Tang has recovered so far tell him that his true identity may not be simple, and his special ability [Coloring Book] seems to be very unusual. He always has a vague feeling that the power of his [Coloring Book] is far from his peak period.

If Douma really knew his past self, he would definitely not admit it in public. But if Douma was his former enemy, that would be a difficult problem. Would the other party be willing to tell him about his origins and past?

"Okay, maybe I remembered it wrong." Lan Tang smiled bitterly and pulled his hand back, but his depressed temperament became even stronger.

What's with this tone of voice that sounds like someone who has met a traitor? ? ?

Douma's pupils dilated, and he almost raised his hands and shouted that it was unfair.

Although you have been betrayed by a scumbag, that scumbag was not me! Why are you talking to me like that? You can't have mistaken me for someone else, right? Isn't Wei Erlan a handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes? Our eye and hair colors don't match at all. You must have mistaken me for someone else.

Douma was complaining like crazy in his heart, but he definitely couldn't casually say out such spoilers, so he could only hold it back silently.

Just when Douma was struggling to decide whether to change his mind and stop being friends with the fragrant Rimbaud, the other party took the initiative.

Randou began to actively look for similarities between them, trying to bring the two closer together. Then he naturally found that Douma was dressed too seriously, so he asked thoughtfully: "Douma-kun is also afraid of the cold?"

"Not really!" Douma retorted immediately, fearing that if he was a step slower, the other party would think that he was the scumbag Wei Erlaine through some strange similarities, so he quickly explained: "I just hate the sun a little bit."

Without waiting for Lan Tang to say anything else, Douma quickly said goodbye and left.

Lantang stared at Douma's back without any reluctance, his eyes darkened and the smile on his face gradually disappeared until it became expressionless.

After carefully thinking about everything that had just happened, Randou became more certain that Douma must know something about his past, but after deliberately provoking his suspicion, he pulled away as if he was watching a joke.

What a nasty man.

The conflict between the two sides finally came to an end.

Douma used the speed of Upper Rank Two and left the vicinity of the Minato Kuroko building in the blink of an eye. He did not stop until he could no longer feel the scorching gaze on his body.

Yes, Douma, who was originally not sensitive to other people's gazes, after two months of training and adaptation, has been able to distinguish the source of the gazes falling on him, at least he can tell whether the other person is a strong or weak person.

It is obvious that even though Arthur Rimbaud lost his memory, his essence as a 'transcendent' remains unchanged.

For Douma, who instinctively covets the other's body, Rimbaud is undoubtedly a strong man, and the strongest and most delicious person he has ever met in this world.

Douma once thought that the most delicious Nakahara Chuuya had lost, and that the mature Arthur Rimbaud was still more delicious. But I don't know how the scumbag Paul Verlaine, who has not yet appeared, tastes, and whether he can surpass Rimbaud.

Douma, who was panicked by some misunderstandings, finally had the mind to continue coveting the body of the "Transcendent" after getting away from the source of the trouble.

Well, literally, it means coveting the body, without any extended meaning in it.

Under the scorching sun, a strange man wearing a thick black suit and holding a big black umbrella suddenly appeared on the street of Yokohama, attracting the attention of people around him.

The girl who was nearby was wondering in her mind what this weirdo came from, but suddenly she caught sight of the handsome and gentle face and two lively little fangs under the black umbrella.

As we all know, Japanese people are crazy about canine teeth. The girl who just criticized him blushed immediately and took out her phone without any hesitation and called him: "Hello sir, can you add my contact information?"

As expected of a man who has remained single until now by his own strength, Douma's mind and eyes were full of the body of the 'Transcendent' and he did not notice at all that the pretty young lady was trying to chat with him. He walked past the young lady who was holding her mobile phone with an expectant look without even glancing at her.

Such impolite and ungentlemanly behavior naturally aroused the anger of the onlookers, but after all, it was a matter between two people, so they could only get angry secretly and make a few indirect complaints.

However, this beautiful young lady does not need the support of the crowd.

The girl thought she was rejected coldly. She held her blushing cheeks, stared at Douma's departing back and sighed, "Ka Kuyi..."

This world where looks matter is so unreasonable. If an ugly man dared to do this today, the pretty girl would not react like this.

Douma didn't realize that this matter had anything to do with him. He was just immersed in his own world. After all, in his current perception, the people around him were just chicken ribs that were tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away. Naturally, they would not pay much attention to him, let alone attract his attention.

After walking aimlessly for a long distance on the street and completely away from the Hong Kong black building, without the smell of the "Transcendent" disturbing him, Douma's brain finally cooled down a little.

After regaining his senses, Douma slapped himself in his heart for letting his appetite get the better of him again.

He sighed helplessly. He had finally adapted to and overcome his uncontrollable appetite for people with special abilities, but now here came another super-powered "Transcendent". Was this a deliberate test of his self-control?

However, no matter how much he complained, Douma knew that he had to learn to restrain himself and not be controlled by his cannibal instincts, otherwise the consequences would be serious.

It is impossible to eat humans. This is the only thing that is impossible. Douma repeated this three times in his mind, and finally he felt that he had completely calmed down and remembered his destination this time.

Armed detective agency.

It's not just to check in, Douma wants to take a commission from the Armed Detective Agency to find the blue spider lily.

No matter what, he would not stop looking for it just because the Internet said that this color of red spider lily was fictional. He would not give up as long as there was a slight chance.

The Armed Detective Agency is obviously an organization worth entrusting, because there is Tayama Hanabi there, and his special ability is most suitable for finding things on the Internet.

"Jingle bells."

"Welcome, Armed Detective Agency."