Chapter 70

Karasuma Renya hung up the phone and paced back and forth in the bedroom in a state of excitement. Her cheeks, which had turned red due to excessive excitement, took a while to fade away.

After his feverish head calmed down, Karasuma Renya's cautious nature once again occupied his mind. He couldn't help but regret that he had let Gin bring Douma to meet him so easily. It is better to be safe than sorry. This time he was not cautious enough.

But Karasuma Renya is hesitant to make up his mind to let him regret not meeting Douma. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he goes back on his word and lets Douma go, it won't be so easy to make another appointment in the future.

The two ends of the scale swing up and down, on one side is the risk of meeting Douma in person, and on the other side is restoring youth and eternal youth.

Staying alive has become Karasuma Renya's obsession. Even though he knows it will be very dangerous if he chooses to go, the balance in his heart still keeps tilting.

When Karasuma Renya passed by the mirror and saw his aged self in the mirror, the balance that he had barely maintained collapsed in an instant, and he regained his youth and immortality and won an overwhelming victory.

Karasuma Renya failed to overcome his deepest desires, so he compromised.

An old man over a hundred years old wanted to go out alone. The "filial sons and grandsons" who heard the news were furious. They all tried to dissuade Karasuma Renya from the idea, or to make Karasuma Renya, the real head of the family, take them with him when he went out.

Driver: ...But, am I not a human being?

Karasuma Renya, who was eager to get out, had a flash of impatience in his eyes. He pushed all these losers aside and said with a rare hint of gloom in his voice, "There's a driver following me, so don't worry."

People of their class have been very good at observing people's words and expressions since they were young. When the "filial sons and grandsons" saw their fathers/grandfathers' unhappy faces, their hearts skipped a beat and they no longer dared to move forward without any regard for the expressions and obediently gave way.

Seeing this, Karasuma Renya's expression eased a little.

What an old man, especially one who wants to live another 500 years, cannot tolerate the most is that his subordinates become disobedient because of his aging. Fortunately, these prodigal sons he raised are a bit spendthrift, but at least they are obedient.

However, before Karasuma Renya could feel relieved for a while, Karasuma Sho, who was a little proud of being designated as the heir by his grandfather, seemed not to notice his grandfather's mood and continued to show his courtesy without paying any attention: "Grandpa, let your grandson accompany you."

As he said this, he reached out to hold Karasuma Renya's arm.

"No, I said I want to go out alone." Karasuma Renya avoided Karasuma Shoma's hand without giving him any face. At this moment, he was getting more and more impatient with this useless container. He looked at this guy who didn't know how to advance or retreat with cold eyes.

After being humiliated by his grandfather twice in public, Karasuma Shoma, who thought he was in a different position now, felt a little embarrassed. He stepped aside with a red face, not daring to show up easily again.

Karasuma Renya was in no mood to pay attention to the intrigues of the prodigals. He was now only thinking about regaining his youth and achieving immortality. Once his long-cherished wish was realized, it would be in vain for these prodigals to fight for it, as everything would be his.

Thinking of this, Karasuma Renya could no longer suppress his restlessness. He knocked on the driver's seat and urged, "Drive faster."

"Yes, sir." The driver obeyed and immediately stepped on the accelerator.

On the other side, Douma got into Gin's famous Porsche 356A. The person sitting in the driver's seat at this moment was not Vodka who often drove this car, but Gin himself.

Vodka was a little confused when his brother kicked him out of the car: "Brother? Don't you want me to drive?"

Seeing that Vodka wanted to open the car door and get in, Gin quickly locked the door and explained in a deep voice: "I want to take Mr. Douma to see the boss, you don't have to follow me."

"Oh oh oh, big brother is going to meet that adult..." Vodka was stopped from saying the following words by Gin's sharp eyes and swallowed them back into his stomach.

As a gin fan, Vodka naturally does not feel uncomfortable about this. Instead, he feels that he is worthy of being the big brother and is very impressive!

Gin leveled the vodka, turned his head to look at Douma beside him and gave him a look that asked, "Let's go?"

Somehow, Douma found that he actually understood Gin's eyes. He nodded absentmindedly, and then quietly thought about a serious question in the moving car: when was he assimilated into this two-dimensional world?

He used to live in the three-dimensional world, but he could never understand other people's eyes. The so-called communication through eye contact was a fantasy to him.

It's so funny. It's not like there's a pie-shaped statistical graph in my eyes, so I can't understand it, okay?

Douma, who had evolved to the extreme without realizing it, was at a loss for a moment. After thinking about it, he carelessly put the matter behind him. No matter when he started to be able to understand other people's eyes, it was enough as long as this skill was useful enough.

While Gin was driving, he kept an eye on Douma, who was driving the car. He felt a little uneasy that things were going so smoothly. According to his years of experience in completing missions, it would be wrong if a mission went too smoothly.

The lingering suspicion in his heart made Gin unconsciously apply force to the steering wheel, until the steering wheel creaked from his grip. Only then did he relax his grip as if awakened, and subconsciously looked to the side.

Hearing the sound of Gin abusing the steering wheel, Douma turned around in confusion, and happened to meet Gin's gaze. Douma was startled and said quickly: "Look ahead when driving."

The driver doesn't look straight ahead while driving, but looks around. Isn't that a sign of car trouble? Due to the fact that he and Gin are not close, Douma was too embarrassed to say these words out loud. He only muttered in his heart: Driving in a safe manner is everyone's responsibility!

This simple sentence did not mean a simple thing to Gin. He racked his brains to think about what the hidden meaning of Douma's words was. What did Douma want to tell him?

Countless speculations surged in Gin's mind, and each of them pointed to something not so good. Recalling the playful expression on Douma's face when he said this just now, a drop of sweat oozed out of the corner of Gin's forehead, dripping along his graceful jawline onto his black coat.

The car was eerily quiet, and it took Gin a while to suppress his awe of the unfathomable Douma. His worries about his boss and the organization once again took over.

Gin wiped the sweat from his palms calmly, then glanced at Douma in the passenger seat with the corner of his eye. He found that after the other party closed his eyes to rest, his mouth opened, but he didn't say anything in the end. However, his mood became heavier.

Douma had no idea what Gin was thinking. When the car stopped, he opened his eyes again, looked around, and said, "It looks like we have arrived at our destination."

It was already dark, and surrounded by a large forest, it was quiet and peaceful. It was obviously a "good place" with no one around, suitable for committing some illegal and criminal activities.

"Well, please get out of the car, Mr. Douma." Gin said this, opened the car door first and got out of the car.

Douma nodded, unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.

The two of them walked into a small wooden house not far away, one after the other. The small wooden house was really small and one could see it from beginning to end at a glance. Gin walked to the fireplace and pressed the third brick from the left.

After an almost inaudible click, Douma's amazing hearing detected a faint mechanical sound.

The next second, a big hole appeared on the ground of the cabin, and inside the dark hole was a staircase leading to the underground.

The human eye cannot see anything in the dark, but Douma is not a human, so he can see everything clearly. There is a building hidden underneath that is incompatible with the cabin above. The futuristic metal walls and floors show that there is an expensive secret base underneath.

Gin, who wanted to show off the financial strength and power of his organization, noticed that Douma beside him was still as calm as before, without showing the slightest emotion of surprise or the like.

While Gin felt a little disappointed, he also felt that this was natural. After all, Douma was a new transcendent/immortal vampire, and this scene was probably just a drop in the bucket for him.

People probably have some inevitable stereotypes about many things, for example: vampires are super rich.

Douma: ...So that's how it is. The reason I don't have money is because I'm not a vampire. I see. The uncool super-demon king, Muzan Kibutsuji Muzan, is here to get beaten. (bushi) (The whole paragraph is crossed out)

Douma was impressed by the Black Organization's wealth and swallowed his saliva: Just building such a secret base in a remote suburb of Japan? I don't know how many secret bases like this the Black Organization has. I'm jealous.

Wait... this super rich organization seems to be his soon? Oh, that's fine.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the villain in Douma's heart had turned into symbols of money, and the look he gave Gin became unprecedentedly hot.

Noticing the burning gaze from behind, Gin, who was leading the way, straightened his back even more. He thought that even if he couldn't beat him, he couldn't show his weakness. Gin, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, thought so.

As they walked through the dark and winding path, Gin said in a perfunctory voice with a wooden face: "Mr. Douma, be careful where you step."

“…Hmm.” Douma held back and didn’t ask. There were so many lights on the wall, why weren’t they turned on? Was this high-tech decoration just a joke?

Fortunately, Douma's shell has the ability of night vision, so he can walk on flat ground in the dark environment. Gin's concern is pure nonsense, and Gin himself obviously knows this, so he stopped talking after that.

Karasuma Renya, who was waiting in the hall, saw Douma coming in and couldn't wait to greet him: "I have heard a lot about you, Douma-san. We finally meet. I am Karasuma Renya."

"Mr. Karasuma, I've long heard of your name." Douma shook hands with him politely.

He is not being polite. Anyone who has a little knowledge of Conan in the three-dimensional world will know Karasuma Renya. It's just that they have heard of your name for a long time.

Karasuma Renya naturally didn't know all this. He just thought that Douma had a good personality and was easy to get along with. The heavy stone in his heart couldn't help but fall a little. It seemed that he had made the right decision this time.

After a few rounds of pleasantries, Karasuma Renya was eager to get down to business: "From what Gin said, Mr. Douma is willing to transform me into a vampire."