Chapter 55

After several unsuccessful attempts, Fyodor no longer wasted words and just quietly observed the every move of this extremely difficult man in front of him, and keenly noticed that Douma was different from ordinary people.

Gradually, the image of Douma in Fyodor's eyes was gradually analyzed into a thousand-year-old snow mountain that would never respond.

Staring at Douma's colorful eyes that remained calm no matter what he said, Fyodor's eyes flashed with thought: "...So that's how it is." Douma is an emotionless, anti-social monster.

Douma: ...What's the matter? I feel like you're thinking something really rude!

Douma, who had worked with the script crew, noticed that there was something wrong with the way Fyodor looked at him, and he gradually had a bad feeling in his heart. What had these brain-filling masters come up with?

Unfortunately, the shell of the Two Upper Moons completely shielded Douma's doubts and helplessness, and Douma's death gaze was naturally not sensed by his target, Fyodor.

Although Douma strongly suspected that Fyodor had come up with some weird and rude things, he chose to remain quiet out of ordinary people's fear (crossed out) respect for the script crew.

Douma: Haha, as long as I refuse to talk to you, you won't be able to find out that there is something wrong with me!

In the eyes of the driver who was watching, his master Fyodor and the strange man who had caught up with him were using their eyes to communicate on a higher level that he could not understand.

They communicated but it seemed like they didn't communicate. In short, the two people who communicated were just talking at cross purposes.

In Fyodor's eyes, Douma was like a bottomless pool of stagnant water. The script crew, who could usually see through people at a glance, was shielded by the cannibal shell and had no idea how intense Douma's inner activities were.

The weird, misplaced confrontation was interrupted by a visitor. Dazai Osamu, who had conveniently glued a locator to Douma's hair, came over with his men.

Fyodor, who had been secretly observing the entire Dragon War, saw Dazai Osamu, who also interested him, appear in front of him. He greeted him generously without looking like a prisoner at all: "Dazai-kun, we finally meet."

During the days since coming to Japan, Fyodor has already found out some secret yet not-so-secret information, such as Dazai Osamu's [No Longer Human] which can invalidate other people's supernatural powers. This is the ultimate anti-supernatural power user that has never appeared even in Europe, where supernatural powers are flourishing and talented people are emerging.

So, curiosity prompted Fyodor to extend a "hand of friendship" to Dazai Osamu. No matter what the intelligence said, this extraordinary ability must be tested in person. Can [No Longer Human] invalidate his [Sin and Punishment]? I am looking forward to it.

Dazai smiled nonchalantly, ignoring the hostility that Fyodor was sending his way, and confidently grasped Fyodor's outstretched right hand, saying in a tone that was so intimate that it was cheesy, "Oh, my dear Fedya."

??? Who are you calling, Fedya? Fyodor, who had failed to activate his supernatural power, was called by such an intimate name. He was disgusted by Dazai's tone. His originally gentle smile could not be controlled and turned into a fake smile. He pulled his hand away from Dazai's hand with disgust.

In the first round of the script competition, Dazai Osamu won.

Douma: ...How should I put it, Dazai Osamu, you are worthy of being me.

"How can you come to Japan for a 'tour' and not visit the port mafia?" Dazai Osamu seemed not to notice Fyodor's disapproval, and continued to say cheerfully and enthusiastically: "Come on, I will treat you well."

Dazai Osamu emphasized the word "treat" very strongly. The men in black suits behind him pointed their guns at the invited 'guest' Fyodor without Dazai Osamu's signal.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Fyodor symbolically raised his hands in surrender and was pushed into the vehicle escorting him by the man in the black suit without any resistance.

Douma couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when watching this scene, but, it was a bit ooc for the demon Fyodor to give up so easily.

"Douma-kun has also noticed it." Dazai Osamu turned his head to look at Douma beside him, took off the fake smile on his face when facing Fyodor just now, and said seriously: "Fyodor obviously has arranged a back-up plan waiting for us."

"Well, he won't be locked up for long." Douma nodded in agreement, thinking helplessly in his heart that as long as the script crew didn't kill him on the spot, they must have a trick up their sleeve.

The reason why the script team is the script team is because they arrange everything in advance.

He couldn't be killed on the spot. Not to mention that Fyodor was a Russian who entered the country through legal channels. Putting aside the government and legal concerns, Fyodor was the "rat in the dead house" and held a lot of secret intelligence. Killing him would be no different from killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

If Fyodor was not sure that he would not die if caught, he would not surrender so easily.

Dazai Osamu did not see the sadness hidden under Douma's shell. He only saw Douma's calm expression as always. His expression also became relaxed. He joked, "Douma-kun is still a more transparent person. He didn't care that Fyodor ran away."

Douma: ...Is there a possibility? Actually, I care about him very much, but I can’t lock him up!

The message he tried to convey with his eyes was once again ignored by Dazai Osamu. Douma, who had already regarded Dazai Osamu as his own, could only speak out what was in his heart: "No, you misunderstood, I care a lot."

Hearing this, the smile on Dazai's face suddenly disappeared, and his dark and deep iris eyes met another pair of equally cold rainbow eyes. After a long while, Dazai's face was filled with a smile again. He said with understanding, "I understand what you mean. I will take care of Mr. Mori's matter."

"???" Douma was full of questions. He had no idea what Dazai had thought of after hearing what he said. He also had no idea what Dazai meant by Mr. Mori. You know nothing!

Without waiting for Douma to ask his questions, Dazai Osamu waved at Douma in a casual manner and got into the car that was escorting Fyodor.

Only Douma was left there, confused in the wind. So who is he... where is he... what happened, and why does he know nothing?

Masaki Yuto, who had come up behind Douma at some point, respectfully asked for his superior's opinion: "Douma-sama, are you ready to get in the car now?"

Douma was called back to attention by Masaki Yuto's voice. He couldn't help but ask Masaki Yuto: "What did Dazai Osamu just understand? What does this have to do with Mr. Mori?"

"Ah, this..." Masaki Yuto was stunned by the question and his brain was unable to react for a while.

To Douma, this dazed look was like even Masaki Yuto didn't know what Dazai Osamu meant. He heaved a sigh of relief. That was great. It wasn't because he was too stupid that he couldn't understand what Dazai Osamu said. It was definitely because Dazai Osamu was too much of a mystery writer.

Mystery tellers, get out of Yokohama!

However, before Douma could repeat "Mystery teller get out of Yokohama!" three times in his mind, his brain finally came to his senses and realized that Douma-sama was testing his comprehension ability. After thinking it over, he carefully gave his guessed answer.

At that time, they were already in the car returning to Hong Kong Black Building.

After thinking it over, Yuto Masaki tapped lightly on the driver's seatback. The driver, who had been driving for many years, immediately understood the meaning. He raised the partition separating the front and rear seats and turned on the car music to ensure that he would not hear any information that he should not hear.

Douma looked at Masaki Yuto's sudden action with confusion, thinking that he had something important to report to him, so he didn't want the driver in front to hear it, so he took the initiative to ask considerately, "What is it?"

Masaki Yuto said with a look of shame, "I'm sorry, I was too slow to react. I just understood what you meant, Douma-sama."

"?" Douma slowly typed a question mark. What did he mean? What on earth was going on today? Everyone wanted to be the riddle teller.

Fortunately, Masaki Yuto didn't let Douma be confused for too long. His next words successfully solved the doubts in Douma's heart: "Regarding the test you gave me, Lord Dazai just said that he understood your intention to use Fyodor's subsequent escape to cause trouble for the boss, and he will help deal with this matter."

Douma, who was carefree enough to have forgotten about this matter, was stunned. His first reaction was: Oh no, a world where he is the only fool has been born.

So, he is the only one in this world who can't understand what other people say? Masaki Yuto can hear what Dazai Osamu says.

Douma, who suspected that he was actually a fool, felt a little depressed, but the next second he realized that something was wrong.

...Wait, when did he ever think of using the fact that Fyodor would definitely run away to mess with Mori Gugai? Douma, who had been bored, gradually became terrified. He had never thought of doing anything, especially letting Dazai Osamu mess with Mori Gugai behind his back.

Douma was very distressed to find that he seemed to have been set up by Dazai Osamu without realizing it. He was a slacker who just wanted to eat and wait for death and find a blue spider lily to eliminate his weaknesses. He really didn't want to get involved in the fight between Dazai Osamu and Mori Ogai.

When Masaki Yuto didn't get a response from Douma, he tentatively looked up at Lord Douma beside him, and then saw that Lord Douma was gazing deeply into the distance, as if thinking about an important future direction.

The self-brainwashed Masaki Yuto shuddered and silently withdrew his increasingly respectful and fanatical gaze, not daring to let his humble thoughts disturb Douma-sama's thoughts. He only thought secretly: He is worthy of being Douma-sama, that Dazai-sama, who is deeply feared within the organization, is also willing to do things for Douma-sama.

Douma, with his dull eyes, was unaware of his subordinates' ridiculous thoughts. His attention was entirely on what he should do. Could an ordinary person like him get involved in the fight between the script team and the Shinsou team?

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, not to mention that Douma is not even a human being now.

Dazai Osamu in the other car thought he understood Douma's hint and was ready to make trouble for Mr. Mori. He didn't want to miss this game.