Chapter 7

"I am a little interested." Mori Ogai did not deny it. He lowered his head and studied the information in his hand carefully. Finally, his fingertips pointed at Douma's name in the document in his hand: "I need to confirm again to confirm whether he is worthy of me recruiting him personally."

"Boring." After getting the expected response, Dazai Osamu stood up straight with boredom, turned around with boredom, stretched out his fingers wrapped in white bandages, and casually stroked the row of medicine cabinets next to him.

The clinic became very quiet, and Mori Ogai, who was able to concentrate on his work without being harassed by Dazai Osamu, felt that things were not simple.

As the saying goes, a child who is quietly doing something must be up to something.

Mori Ogai, who was alert, closed the case in his hand. When he looked up, he saw Dazai Osamu was trying to find his medicine cabinet again. He sighed, "Dazai-kun, don't mess with my inventory again. There is no medicine you want in there."

Dazai puffed up his cheeks childishly and retorted unconvincedly: "There will always be a way. I will find a way to close my eyes forever without feeling pain."

"Let them go. I got these with great difficulty. Medicines are scarce in Yokohama." Seeing that Dazai continued to rummage the medicine cabinet with his back to him as if he hadn't heard him, Mori Ogai rubbed his brows in pain, raised his hands helplessly and compromised, "Besides, didn't I already promise you that I would help you develop a painless suicide drug?"

Hearing this, Dazai Osamu immediately stopped destroying the medicine cabinet. He turned around and looked at Mori Ogai, who looked exhausted, and said unhappily, "Mr. Mori is just talking."

It was originally a trick to fool children, and he said that just to make Dazai Osamu behave himself. As an unscrupulous adult, Mori Ogai did not feel ashamed at all when he was exposed in front of others, and he even shamelessly continued to draw cakes for Dazai Osamu.

The unscrupulous adults fooled the children and headed to the whereabouts of Douma listed in the intelligence without any burden.

"Ding-dong." The bell at the hotel entrance rang again.

Hearing the ringtone, the receptionist reluctantly took her eyes off her phone, looked up at the handsome young man in a white coat, white shirt and black trousers, who looked like a doctor, and smiled in a business-like manner: "Hello, guest, welcome."

"Hello." Mori Ougai smiled friendly at the front desk. At first glance, he seemed very friendly and successfully reduced the front desk staff's defensiveness.

After guessing the other party's hometown through the subtle accent of the receptionist, the thick black school expert Mori Ogai confidently pretended to be his fellow countryman. Combined with the respectable profession of doctor, after a round of flattery, he completely eliminated the sense of distance between the two and began to talk.

"Are you talking about Douma-san?" The receptionist, who was already unsuspecting, spoke her mind to Mori Ogai without any defense: "That gentleman is completely different from the big shots I met before. He is a strong and gentle adult. Even when facing a small person like me, he would thank me for a small thing that should be done."

Listening to the guy at the front desk praising Douma, Mori Ogai, who had just returned from Hirotsu Liulang and had some understanding of Douma, couldn't help but fall silent: "..."

Is it possible that he just doesn't take anyone seriously, so there is no difference between the little people and the big people in the eyes of the world to him?

Apparently, the front desk guy, who had a very good impression of Douma after spending a few days with him, simply didn't listen to Moriogai's rational remarks.

Front desk guy: Cheer for the best Douma-sama in the world. (The whole paragraph is deleted)

After Mori Ogai slightly integrated the comments of Hirotsu Liulang and the front desk guy, two people who had close contact with Douma, he came to the following conclusion: Is he a person who is cold and cruel, extremely arrogant, but has a strong personal charm, and often wears a gentle mask?

Moriogai didn't realize that his guess was totally different from the real person, and he just sighed in a low voice: "It seems that Douma-kun is a dangerous person."

After coming to this conclusion, he became even more interested in Douma. Mori Ogai simply left the receptionist who had been bewitched by Douma behind him and went up to the third floor with a clear goal in mind, sticking to the principle of throwing away what he had used.

After being secluded for a whole day, Douma is now full of energy and is planning to go out for a walk to see if he can find something fun to kill time.

But before he could take any action, the sound of unfamiliar footsteps came into his ears, and at the same time a faint fragrance slipped in through the gap in the door.

Douma, who hadn't eaten for a long time, suddenly had eyes that lit up and he couldn't control his appetite.

After three unhurried knocks on the door, a deep male voice rang out from the other side: "Excuse me, is this Douma-kun? I am Mori Ogai, visiting you."

Know him, but also seem not to know him.

Compared with the previous arrival of Hirotsu Liulang, Douma felt a little nervous about Mori Gugai's visit, because Mori Gugai was a cruel and ruthless person who was officially labeled as such.

"Please come in." Douma hurriedly opened the door and welcomed the person into the house, and turned on the light. Because he could see at night, he had forgotten the need to turn on the light.

Standing in the room, Mori Oo, who had been carefully observing Douma's every move, said jokingly: "Douma-kun seems not to want to see me. I am sorry for disturbing you."

“No.” Douma shook his head, and when he opened his mouth, he accidentally pursed his lips a little: “It’s just that I thought it was takeout, so I was a little disappointed.”

When Douma realized that he had said the word "takeout", his heart skipped a beat, but he quickly felt relieved. A normal person would definitely not associate the word with eating people or sucking blood.

However, Mori Ougai is obviously not a normal person.

He keenly caught the fleeting nervousness on Douma's face when he mentioned "take-out", but that expression was so fake that it seemed to tell him clearly that the other party was deliberately selling him the spoiled child.

His mind raced, and Sen Ouwai couldn't help but think of the information he had collected from the patients he had seen the day before.

The King of Sheep, Chuuya Nakahara, was suspected to have a conflict with a white-haired young man. After being defeated, he lost too much blood and was taken back to the base by the members of the "Sheep" for recuperation. The only obvious wound on Chuuya Nakahara's body was on his neck.

Combined with the information that Douma suddenly appeared in Leibo Street and Yokohama that night, the answer becomes obvious.

Sen Ou's eyes flickered slightly, and his fingers moved subconsciously. He managed to restrain himself from taking out the scalpel from his pocket.

If his understanding was correct, the takeaway that Douma-kun was referring to was humans.

Due to the calmness of Bisonguet, Douma, who is not good at reading people's expressions, did not notice anything unusual.

The two chatted awkwardly for a while, and no matter how Mori Ougai analyzed it, at least Douma didn't figure out the deeper meaning behind it.

After waiting outside for a while, Moriou's host Douma did not ask him why he came, so his rating of Douma increased by a few points.

Douma naturally kept his composure, he had already guessed the purpose of Mori Ogai's visit. During the day, Guangjin Liulang had just come over and set an example for him. As expected, Mori Ogai came this time to recruit him. Anyway, it was impossible for him to join the port mafia, so he just practiced Tai Chi.

Not knowing Douma's strange thoughts at the moment, Mori Ogai changed his tone to talk to a smart person: "I think Douma-kun already knows why I'm here."

Seeing that Douma didn't deny it, Morioka continued to say with a clear understanding: "I came here this time to invite Douma-kun to join the port mafia again."

"I have already rejected Mr. Hirotsu during the day." Douma bluntly refused: "I am not interested in the port mafia."

Only Douma would never compromise, and he was a good guy. Well, once.

However, if we give up on talents so easily, we are not Mori Ougai.

Moreover, he has already discovered where his previous mistake was. Douma-kun is not the veteran who has been in the inner world for many years as they thought, but a newcomer who is eager to take a chance on the darkness.

For these newcomers, just a little temptation is enough to make them fall, just like Dazai-kun, they themselves are eager to walk into the darkness.

Thinking he had grasped the key, Mori Ogai's blood-red eyes met Douma's cold, gradient pupils, and he said confidently, "Don't be so quick to refuse, Douma-kun."

Seeing Mori Ougai so confident, Douma was really a little curious.

"It's boring, isn't it?" Mori Ogai took a step forward, closing the distance between him and Douma, and his tone was full of temptation: "Living under the light, experiencing the same days day after day, a life that you can see the end of at a glance, and it will continue unchanged until the moment you close your eyes."

Ah, that’s not the case. Although Douma doesn’t want to admit it, he is indeed not a human being now.

As long as you don't go out in the sun to seek death, you will never close your eyes. There is no Demon Slayer Corps in this world.

Douma was not moved at all by Mori Ogai's recommendation, and even felt like laughing, as he felt that Mori Ogai seemed to have some strange misunderstandings about him.

Mori Ogai noticed the fluctuation in Douma's eyes and mistakenly thought that Douma was wavering. The smile on his mouth widened: "Come on, join the port mafia, here you can get everything you want. I will let you see the scenery you have never seen before, maybe it is not beautiful enough but it is definitely novel and interesting enough."

Douma was originally determined not to join the Port Mafia, but when he heard Mori Ogai say "everything I want", he couldn't help but waver a little.

He doesn't want to be a cannibal who can't see the sun forever like he is now. The only way to change is the blue spider lily.

Just think about it and you will know that it is impossible for him to find the mysterious blue spider lily by himself, he needs more help.

"If the Port Mafia doesn't suit your taste, it won't be too late for Douma-kun to quit." Mori Ogai casually drew a big cake.

Douma was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when he heard this. He could not help but reply, "Mr. Mori, please don't lie to me. Once you join the Port Mafia, you can't quit, right?"

Mori Ogai lied with his eyes wide open without any regrets: "With Douma-kun's strength, who can stop him if he wants to leave?"

Douma was unknowingly led astray by Mori Gu, forgetting that he actually had other options, and only wanted to retort: ​​"Well, you can let me join. However, I have another question for Mr. Mori."

"Please feel free to ask any questions, Douma-kun." Mori Ogai nodded solemnly.

Douma smiled and asked deliberately, "If I join the Port Mafia, who will I be loyal to, the current leader or you, Mr. Mori?"