Chapter 37

Douma brought the person back to the Ganghei Building and personally handed him over to Mori Ogai for processing.

At this time, Mori Ogai was sitting by the huge French window, enjoying the sun. He looked at Nakahara Chuuya, who was handcuffed to the chair and had not yet woken up, with interest: "Is this the famous King of Sheep?"

The abundant sunlight in the chief's office made Douma feel a little uncomfortable. He replied simply, "Yes."

"Thank you for your help." Mori Ogai said, then changed the subject, pointed at the small cookies on the small round table, and invited enthusiastically: "Douma-kun, do you want to try it? It tastes very good."

“No, thank you.” Douma politely declined. He didn’t believe that Mori Owl didn’t know about his unusual recipe. This guy did it on purpose!

"Okay, since Douma-kun doesn't like it, then forget it." Mori Ogai smiled regretfully, picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth to chew, looking like he was enjoying it very much.

Douma: ...Aren't you taking this a bit too far! You're actually performing a food show in front of a cannibal who can't eat human food...Maybe I'm not a human, but you're a real dog.jpg

Douma's sexy Adam's apple slid up and down as he was tempted. He took a deep breath and tried to leave calmly: "If Mr. Mori has nothing else to do, then I will leave first. I can't leave Hisaku for too long."

Thanks to Yumeno Hisasaku, who personally handed over the shield to me from Mori Ogai. It came in handy at this time.

How can a five-year-old child, especially a very emotionally unstable mind-controlling psychic, be without an adult watching over him? Right?

Douma's excuse was very reasonable, and Mori Ogai obviously could not resist this reason. After all, if Yumeno Hisasaku was left alone for too long and something big happened, all the losses would belong to Mori Ogai's property.

"Okay, go ahead and do your work. I think someone will be willing to help with the next things." As he said this, Mori Ogai's eyes flashed as he looked at Nakahara Chuuya.

Douma nodded and left.

When passing by Nakahara Chuuya who was handcuffed to a chair with a bit of baby fat on his cheeks, Douma couldn't help but reveal a regretful expression: the combat power ceiling that is simply easy to deceive is about to be fooled into Mori Ogai's hands and become the strongest working model of the port mafia in the future.

As expected of you, Mr. Mori who loves to discover minors.

Douma, who was concentrating on complaining about Morio, didn't notice that this map cannon he fired actually included complaining about himself.

After all, in order to obtain the "book" and obtain the blue spider lily, Douma himself brought the eleven-year-old Nakajima Atsushi back to the port mafia.

After exiting the leader's office, Douma bumped into the shaggy-looking Lanbo in the corridor. He smiled and greeted him, "Good afternoon, Lantang-kun."

Rambo smiled bitterly and nodded, "Douma-kun, I'm sorry. I have something urgent to report to the leader right away. I'll excuse myself now."

After saying this, Rimbaud quickly passed by Douma, perfectly demonstrating their relationship as colleagues who knew each other but were not familiar with each other.

Such an outstanding and natural performance made Douma, who has difficulty in acting, stare at him. Is this a spy who has received professional training? So amazing!

After realizing this, Douma suddenly stopped worrying about the plot killing that Rimbaud was about to experience.

Because Rimbaud is a very powerful character, smart, sharp, and extremely powerful. If he doesn't want to die, no one can kill him. The [coloring book] is really awesome.

And the fact is just as Douma thought.

A few days later, the news that the Port Mafia cadre Hou Bu Lan Tang had defected spread throughout the inner world.

At the same time, the Port Mafia, which lost a person with special abilities, was strengthened amid the constant criticism from the outside world: the self-defense organization "Sheep" composed of minors announced its dissolution, and the leader, the Sheep King Nakahara Chuuya, joined the Port Mafia.

From then on, there was no more Sheep King Nakahara Chuuya, only the eldest lady (crossed out) of the Port Mafia, Gravity User Nakahara Chuuya.

Everything is developing in a good direction, especially when Douma meets Ozaki Koyo and Nakahara Chuuya, it is even more gratifying to see.

"Douma-kun, this is Chuuya, my new subordinate. He will take your place." Ozaki Koiyo smiled happily, then turned to introduce Douma to Nakahara Chuuya: "Chuuya, Douma-kun was my former subordinate. He is now a candidate for officer rank. He is your predecessor."

Chuuya Nakahara is a person with a special intuition system who has a brain but doesn't use it much. Due to the misleading of the shell of the Upper Rank Two, he does not have a very good impression of Douma.

However, because of the misunderstanding, Chuuya Nakahara felt a little guilty when facing Douma. He struggled with his expression, but he finally called out, "Douma-senpai," because of his kind nature.

Wu Hu, he was called a senior by Nakahara Chuuya! Douma couldn't help but curl up a happy arc at the corner of his mouth, and he promised Ozaki Kouye: "Don't worry, Sister Kouye, I will take care of Chuuya."

Looking at the 'friendly' expression on Douma's face, Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but wrinkle his handsome eyebrows: Damn guy, he actually spoke nonsense in front of Sister Momiji, it's not certain who will 'take care' of whom!

Facing a simple brother like Nakahara Chuuya who showed all his emotions on his face, Ozaki Koyo smiled with crooked eyes. Being a thoughtful girl, she already understood that Chuuya had misunderstood.

Ozaki Momiji used the wide sleeves of her kimono to cover the corners of Shangxuan's mouth and helped explain: "Don't be fooled by Douma-kun's cold appearance, Chuuya. In fact, he is very good to his own people. Many people in the port mafia trust him very much."

"Is that so?" Nakahara Chuuya nodded half-doubtfully. Although they had not met for a long time, he respected Sister Hongye very much, so he was more convinced of what Sister Hongye said.

"Of course." Ozaki Koyo replied affirmatively.

There is just one point that Ozaki Koyo did not mention, which is that Douma-kun seems to be born with a kind of leadership qualities that can bewitch people.

According to her observation, within the port mafia alone, two-fifths of the people worship Douma-kun and are willing to be loyal to him. Douma-kun seems to be more popular than the new leader, Dr. Mori, who was accepted reluctantly by suppressing dissent.

If she guessed correctly, Douma-kun did not seem to have the idea or ambition to become a leader. But she wondered what kind of strange changes would happen if things continued like this and most of the people in the port mafia stood on Douma-kun's side?

Thinking of this, Ozaki Kouyo couldn't help but reveal a meaningful smile, which was hidden by the sleeves of her kimono and was not noticed by anyone.

Douma, who was standing by, glanced at Ozaki Koyo as if he had sensed something, but after not finding any clues, he turned his attention back to today's protagonist, Nakahara Chuuya.

Facing Nakahara Chuuya, who is stamped as the only conscience of the Port Mafia in the original work, Douma does not want the misunderstanding to continue, and Sister Momiji can be regarded as someone Douma trusts.

So Douma half-truthfully explained, "The side effects of my ability are quite severe. Not only do I need blood to survive, but I am also unable to accurately convey my inner emotions."

As for those scriptwriters who are as picky as sieves, no matter how he explains, they won't believe it. After all, smart people always think too much and only believe what they see and analyze.

Moreover, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Facing the script crew who are good at digging out secrets, Douma chooses to speak less to avoid being discovered by them about his fatal weakness.

After listening to Douma's explanation, Nakahara Chuuya's cobalt blue eyes slightly widened. He asked curiously and surprised, "No way, there is such a strange sequela in the world?"

"It's true." Douma threw his hands helplessly.

"This is the first time I've heard of such a thing. No wonder there's always this strange sense of disharmony about Douma-kun." Ozaki Kouyo thought of how Douma-kun behaved when he was with other people, and showed a thoughtful expression. A woman's sixth sense told her that Douma-kun was not lying.

Seeing that elder sister Momiji, who had known Douma for a longer time, believed it, Nakahara Chuuya also believed it for the most part. Then he couldn't help but think of his first encounter with Douma which was full of misunderstandings.

At that time, I had a preconceived misunderstanding that Douma was not a good person. Later, when I was tracking down the missing lamb, I met Douma at a human organ seller. The old man pretended that everything was instigated by Douma. His anger clouded his mind and he couldn't help but take action, which led to the subsequent events.

At this moment, the misunderstanding was resolved, and a blush appeared on Nakahara Chuuya's cheeks. Although the matter was a bit embarrassing, he was not a person who would escape. He looked at Douma guiltily and apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before, Douma-senpai."

This time, Nakahara Chuuya was not so reluctant to call him 'senior'.

“It’s okay, I’m used to being misunderstood.” Douma smiled and waved his hands to indicate that it’s nothing to worry about. In his heart, he couldn’t help but sigh: As expected of Nakahara Chuuya, who is 1.6 meters tall and has an aura of 2.8 meters. When he did something wrong, he immediately admitted it and apologized. He has excellent character and is the only conscience of the port mafia. His reputation is well-deserved.

Not knowing that the person in front of him was stepping on his height, Nakahara Chuuya seriously corrected him, "Then I need to apologize even more. You shouldn't get used to this kind of thing. No one should take it for granted that others will misunderstand them."

Yes... I was moved! Douma blinked his eyes to stop his well-developed tear glands from working. It was like saying, isn't it inappropriate for a grown man to be so easily moved that he sheds tears?

"!?" Nakahara Chuuya looked at the pair of colorful eyes that were gradually covered with mist, and frantically tried to find a tissue or handkerchief on his body but failed: "You... don't cry!"

Nakahara Chuuya, who was afraid of other people's tears, expressed panic.

Ozaki Kouyo, who was standing by, couldn't help laughing when she saw the interaction between Douma and Nakahara Chuuya: "Puchi - you two are so cute."

"Sister Hongye!"

"Sister Hongye!"

The two people who spoke in unison looked at each other, then smiled at each other, and the misunderstanding was completely resolved.

After bidding farewell to Sister Momiji and Chuuya, Douma stretched his back in a good mood: "It's great that the fact that I am an ordinary person has finally been clarified."

Yumeno Hisasaku, who pretended to be a real leg pendant, listened to their entire conversation without any sense of existence.

At this moment, hearing Douma calling himself an ordinary person, Yumeno Hisasaku looked as if he wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, he didn't have the heart to shatter the hope in his guardian's heart.

Is it possible that they believe in God and have some strange sequelae, but that doesn't mean they think God is an ordinary person?

Since Yumeno Hisasaku is a user with the ability of mind control, his mental power is naturally much stronger than most people in this world, so he is more sensitive to everything in the outside world.

In Yumeno Hisasaku's perception, Douma's aura is strong and terrifying. From head to toe, he doesn't look like an ordinary person at all. On the contrary, it is more believable to say that he is not a human but a god.

Although he is only five years old, he is not easily deceived. God is God, and he will not admit his mistake.

Therefore, Yumeno Hisasaku has reason to believe that other people think so too, well, unless that person is blind.

Douma was still immersed in the emotion of finally having someone understand him, and was completely unaware of the cruel truth. He was just explaining himself.

On the other hand, Rimbaud, who completely escaped the pursuit of the port mafia, used the underground transaction method in his memory and successfully returned to France secretly.

As early as the day when Rimbaud officially became a supernatural spy, his real name "Paul Verlaine" had been declared dead by the government, and he began to use code names to secretly move around in various countries to obtain intelligence.

The code name he is currently using, 'Rambo', is an identity registered with the Special Power Management Bureau and cannot be activated for the time being. Before going back for review, he has to meet with Weilun first. There are some things he needs to clarify in person.

According to his incomplete memory, Rimbaud went to the safe house he had arranged with Verlaine with a nervous mood. He was not sure whether Verlaine would return to the "home" full of memories of the two after betraying him and his country.

Rimbaud opened the door with the key hidden in the old place.

The sight of the room filled with traces of life made Rimbaud feel so complicated that he didn't even notice that the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped.

When Rimbaud noticed the burning gazes falling on him, he turned around and saw Verlaine, who was only wrapped in a bath towel around his waist with his hair still dripping.

Verlaine, who is known as the "Nordic debauched god", has blue eyes that are the same color as those of Chuuya Nakahara. He has a unique charm that makes people feel like they are drowning in him at first glance.

A beautiful head of long golden hair was casually spread out, and the water droplets that had not been wiped clean dripped along the graceful jawline and onto the sexy body, full of the unruly flavor of a mature man.

This is the perfect man-made creature: Verlaine.

Weilun saw his partner who was supposed to be dead appear in front of him, but he did not show any panic. He picked up the towel on the back of the chair and wiped his hair. He said calmly: "Why are you alone? I thought you would bring a group of people to arrest me."

"You know I won't do that." Rimbaud's heart suddenly ached after hearing these words. He asked with a painful expression on his face, "I came here this time to ask you why you betrayed me, the country, and my dearest relatives and friends."

Verlaine dropped the towel and took a step forward with his long legs until he was in front of Rimbaud. He curiously observed his resurrected relatives and friends, traced Rimbaud's cheeks with his slender and powerful fingers, and answered Rimbaud's questions nonchalantly: "The country is a boring thing that you humans have divided out. It has nothing to do with me. Strictly speaking, I have a grudge against your country."

"What about me?" Rimbaud's lips trembled slightly, and his eyes met Verlaine's seemingly affectionate but ruthless blue eyes without blinking.

Verlaine chuckled in an ambiguous tone, and the handsome man whispered in Rimbaud's ear: "You were the first to betray me."

"What?" Rambo looked puzzled and felt a little uneasy.

His incomplete memory posed a huge problem for Rimbaud. He could not be sure what he had done at the time that made Verlaine feel that he had betrayed him.

"No...it's nothing. It doesn't matter anymore." Verlaine took a step back, completely ignoring Rimbaud who was looking at him. He put on clean clothes leisurely, thinking in his mind how he would escape the pursuit of the French officials and which country he would choose to join afterwards.

No matter how strong he is, one person cannot fight against a country. I believe that no country except Britain will refuse his joining. Verlaine, known as the "King of Assassination", is very confident about this.

The excitement of meeting and talking with his relatives and friends and the fact that he could betray them brought back Rimbaud's memory. He vaguely remembered what happened during their last mission together.

Everything went smoothly at the beginning. They successfully sneaked into the secret military base in Yokohama and stole the experimental sample No. 258.

However, just as they were escaping, Verlaine suddenly asked him to abandon the mission and not hand over the huge energy body named "Arabatu" by Japan to the French government, believing that "Arabatu" was his younger brother. Then they had an argument, which led to the failure of the mission.

Thinking of everything, Rimbaud stood there in a daze, and for a moment he remembered the pain he had felt at the time because of the choice between national justice and personal feelings.

Seven years ago, he chose national justice. What choice should he make today, seven years later?

Rimbaud gave a bitter smile and touched his still aching abdomen. The question now was no longer what choice he should make. The awakened 'Huang Ba Tu' had his own will.

'Arabato'... No, it should be said that Nakahara Chuuya has become a human like Verlaine.

After figuring out everything, Rimbaud stopped Verlaine, who was about to leave after getting dressed, and said, "Wait a minute, don't you want to know the whereabouts of your brother?"

Verlaine, who had no attachment to France, stopped walking. He turned his head and looked at his familiar yet unfamiliar partner seriously for the first time, saying firmly, "You found him."

"Yes." Rimbaud nodded in acknowledgement, and continued as Verlaine looked ecstatic: "His current name is Nakahara Chuuya. Before I came back, I 'invited' him to go back to France with me, but he refused. He didn't want to leave Japan."

Verlaine, who initially wanted his brother to live a peaceful and happy life in the countryside like an ordinary human being, became disheartened because he didn't know when his thoughts had changed drastically. He wanted his brother to stay away from those hypocritical humans and live with him.

"Thank you for telling me the news." After saying thank you, Verlaine disappeared from Rimbaud's sight like a gust of elusive wind.

Rimbaud stared at the direction where Verlaine disappeared and sighed softly: "He has human will just like you. When will you understand this?"

Nakahara Chuuya, who was far away in Japan, didn't know that a big trouble was about to come to him.

At this moment, he was being arranged by Ozaki Koyo to attend a banquet among false adults.

The very popular Nakahara Chuuya finally managed to get away from the crowd. He took a glass of red wine and found Douma who had been hiding on the open-air balcony for a long time. He put the glass heavily on the railing, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. "Sister Hongye wanted the two of us to attend this banquet together, right? Why am I the only one attending the banquet?"

Douma was lying on a comfortable recliner looking at the stars, his lazy tone was particularly annoying: "Those who are capable should do more work, Chuya~"

So, Douma’s bad face can’t really be blamed entirely on Kako, as he obviously has big problems himself as well.

"Damn it, don't talk to me in the tone of that mackerel." Nakahara Chuuya felt his fists harden when he heard Douma speaking in the same voice and tone as Dazai Osamu.

“Hahaha…” Douma laughed deliberately to tease others, his tone was pretending to be helpless: “There’s nothing I can do. Voice is something that is innate. How would I know why it would collide with Dazai’s?”

Nakahara Chuuya observed Douma's expression and movements with suspicion, but was frustrated to find that he had no way of telling whether Douma's words were true or false. His intuition told him that Douma was lying, but the previous misunderstanding made Nakahara Chuuya dare not trust his intuition on Douma's judgment.

Then, the only sound left on the terrace was Douma's laughter.

The cool night breeze blew away the irritability in Zhongyuan Chuuya's heart. With a slightly annoyed look on his face, he calmed down, leaned his arms on the railing and looked at the sea in the distance.

The sudden impulse made Nakahara Chuuya blurt out the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time: "It would be very sad to be misunderstood."

After experiencing the betrayal of "Sheep", Nakahara Chuuya deeply felt the pain and sadness of being misunderstood and hurt by someone you trust, so he has a deeper sympathy for Douma.

Douma's gaze shifted from the beautiful and mysterious stars to Nakahara Chuuya, who had his back to him. He chewed on the other person's words in his heart, guessed what Chuuya was thinking, and said coldly: "You misunderstood, I am different from you."

“What’s the difference?” Nakahara Chuuya frowned slightly, obviously not believing what Douma said, and just thought that Douma was showing off.

Douma said casually, "Because I am a mature adult."

Looking at Nakahara Chuuya's frustrated look who was unable to refute, Douma, who was touched by his cuteness, just smiled without saying a word.

Of course they are different. For him who is cosplaying, there is an invisible barrier between this world and him, or it can be said that the mutated shell has a great impact on him.

There is a sense of loss from being misunderstood, but it is not much. Douma, who vaguely realizes that he is a little abnormal, can only pin his hopes on the blue spider lily, hoping that it can make him normal again.

Douma's bad mood took a drastic turn when he returned to the Ganghei Building and opened a package from France.

Looking at the bottle of red wine in his hand, Douma had a hunch in his heart, and the moment he opened it, his hunch was confirmed. This was his own blood that Rimbaud had mailed to him.

Douma: Rimbaud is a person who can be dealt with.