Chapter 8

Douma's voice wasn't loud and his tone was very light.

But Sen Ou felt that those words were like a sharp arrow piercing his eardrum, causing his pupils to shrink uncontrollably.

No matter how powerful a psychotherapist is, he or she cannot perfectly control his or her physiological reactions.

Douma had been staring closely at Morioge's blood-red eyes, so he naturally did not miss this change.

He took in all the reactions of the gulls, and the joy of successfully teasing the old fox alleviated a lot of his annoyance caused by the dangerous people coming to his door.

While Douma is observing Mori Gugai, Mori Gugai is also observing Douma's various reactions and constantly updating his impression of Douma.

At this time, Mori Ogai also had a preliminary understanding of Douma's bad taste. He smiled bitterly to cover it up. As an old fox, he naturally couldn't admit it verbally: "Douma-kun, stop joking."

If other people encountered this situation, they would probably go down the steps outside Mori Owl, and everyone would just keep it to themselves.

However, Douma is obviously not the type of person who is good at socializing. Facing Mori Ogai's fake denial, he nodded perfunctorily: "Mr. Mori said yes, so it is."

The scene demonstrated how to talk a topic to death with real ability.

The air fell into silence, with only the sound of passing cars coming in through the open window.

In this silent room, the slightly decadent young doctor suddenly smiled happily, dropping the harmless expression he had been pretending to be. His blood-red eyes, which had been pretending to be gentle, became sharp and intimidating, slightly revealing his deep-seated ambition.

Mori Ogai's low laugh with a villainous temperament was a bit scary to be honest. Douma, who had only seen such situations on TV, was a bit scared.

But he didn't lose the battle, he just kept a frozen face and didn't move.

The shell of the Two Upper Ranks is quite powerful. Even a shrewd person like Mori Ogai couldn't tell that Douma was afraid. In his eyes, Douma was always smiling fakely with no warmth in his eyes.

I don't know what he thought of, but Mori Ogai suddenly said with a vague feeling: "As expected of Douma-kun."

"?" Douma didn't understand why Mori Ogai suddenly praised him, but with his many years of experience in reading anime, he just needed to smile at this time: "Thank you."

Mori Oo, who was touched by Douma's weird aura, had his smile deepened, and the coldness in his eyes seemed to become real for a second.

But an old fox is an old fox. Within a few seconds, he buried all his outward emotions, put on his gentle disguise again, and became the harmless doctor in the eyes of outsiders again.

"Since Douma-kun has accepted my invitation, I will report this matter to the leader." The extremely thick-skinned and well-mannered Mori Ogai pretended that nothing unpleasant had happened between the two of them, and asked in a natural manner: "Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, Douma-kun, come with me to the Ganghei Building, okay?"

"Nine o'clock is not possible." Douma refused with an unchanged expression, then explained with a smile: "I hate the sun."

"Douma-kun, do you hate sunlight?"

Mori Ogai's words overlapped with Douma's second half of the sentence, and Douma's eyes flashed as he deliberately avoided the main point.

Sen Ou's smile deepened, making him seem a little mysterious, but he pretended to be humble and said, "This is just my humble guess."

The reason why he guessed that Douma hated sunlight was because he went to meet Guangjin Liulang before coming and learned a small detail from him.

That is, Douma would draw the curtains tightly during the day, and the intelligence showed that Douma would only leave the hotel at night in the past few days. He stayed in the hotel during the day and never stepped out of the hotel.

With these clues, it would be easy for someone like Mori Ougai to guess that Douma hates sunlight.

Come to think of it, Douma-kun really looks like a vampire.

However, Mori Ogai looked at Douma's eyes, which showed no sign of abnormality, and dispelled his doubts. Thanks to his early experiences, he had some understanding of overseas intelligence.

The legendary vampires are not just creatures that exist in movies and TV shows, but real people with special abilities.

Bram Stoker was originally a human, but because of a mutation in his supernatural cells, he changed from a human to a vampire. Since then, he has been called "the disaster of the world", "the immortal count" and "one of the ten disasters that will destroy mankind".

Back then, Fukuchi Sakurachi won great honor because he successfully defeated Bram Stoker, the ancestor of vampires, completely eliminated all vampires and saved all mankind.

Therefore, Douma-kun cannot be a vampire. Mori Ougai, who always thinks a lot, came to this conclusion.

"Oh." Douma didn't ask Mori Ogai why he guessed it, but just calmly said that he knew it. After all, Mori Ogai was able to be Dazai Osamu's teacher, so isn't it natural for him to be at this level?

Mori Ougai, who was still waiting for Douma to ask further questions, was choked. The smile on his face froze for a moment and then returned to normal. He has already adapted to how to get along with Douma-kun, haha.

Ignoring Douma-kun's irritating behavior, Mori Ougai readily made another appointment with him.

So, in the evening of the next day, after the sun went down.

"Mr. Douma, are you going to check out? Are you not staying here anymore? Was there anything wrong with my hospitality?" The receptionist asked repeatedly, reluctantly. It didn't seem like he was a little afraid of Douma when they first met.

"Yes." Douma put the room card into the palm of the front desk guy's hand. When asked by the other party, he politely replied: "Well, I found a new job, so I don't need to live here anymore."

Knowing that he might never see Douma again, the receptionist was shocked and muttered to himself, "New job?"

Just when he was seriously considering the possibility of quitting his job and following in Douma's footsteps, Douma's answer completely dispelled his delusion.

"The port mafia, they invited me to join." Douma said casually.

"Is... is that so? It's the Port Mafia." The receptionist who had just stood up straight became dejected. The Port Mafia was not a place that a small person like him could dream of. No matter how he thought about it, there was no chance for him to follow Mr. Douma, wuwuwu.

Not knowing why the person in front of him suddenly started crying, Douma blinked in confusion and stepped back cautiously, thinking: Is this Yokohama? There are so many weirdos.

He had no idea that the receptionist was still staring at the door for a long time after he left.

Douma, who had already left the hotel, smoothed out the wrinkles on his new clothes.

The clothes he was wearing when he traveled through time were damaged in the battle with Nakahara Chuuya and could no longer be worn.

He was currently wearing a set of light-colored casual clothes. He looked only about twenty years old, but this outfit made him look several years younger. It wouldn't be out of place to say that he was a high school student.

At least the driver who took him to the Gang Black Building thought that Douma was just an ordinary high school student who loved to play and seek death, so he dared to explore such a dangerous place like the Gang Black Building without knowing his place.

"Young people, listen to my advice, don't commit suicide." The driver, holding a cigarette in his mouth, said earnestly with a sad face: "You are still young, isn't it good to be alive?"

As they were talking, they arrived at an intersection. The driver didn't slow down, but turned the steering wheel quickly, and the taxi drifted and changed lanes.

Douma sat steadily in the passenger seat, thinking about his bad experiences in the past few days, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's good to be alive."

The driver, who was busy driving, did not see this scene. He just thought Douma was an ordinary high school student. Listening to his tone, he thought he was a young man who was being stubborn and refusing to listen.

The driver sighed and said no more. For young people of this age, the more you persuade them, the more they will go against you.

Douma was thinking about something and kept smiling the whole time, responding to the talkative driver with intermittent interjections, and the atmosphere in the car was quite good.

After a while of silence, the car drove to the vicinity of the Ganghei Building. The driver glanced at the gentle smile on the face of the person next to him. Thinking of his daughter at home who was about the same age as the child, he couldn't help but give a final word of advice: "Uncle didn't lie to you, it's really very dangerous there, you could die."

"I have no choice. Life forces me to do this." Douma couldn't help but sigh when he thought that he was about to become a member of the mafia.

The driver, whose mind suddenly brightened, suddenly became quiet. He even dared not to look sideways at the people around him. He swallowed nervously and only dared to glance at the co-pilot out of the corner of his eye.

Although it was not very clear due to limited vision, the driver dared to swear that he saw the person sitting in the passenger seat smiling even more gently than before.

That gentle smile that seemed to be dripping with water was filled with a creepy coldness.

"We're here." The driver parked the car on the side of the road stiffly. He couldn't understand why he didn't notice that something was wrong with this man before, but instead thought that Douma was kind and amiable.

Douma took out a wallet that didn't belong to him and paid the bill. He said goodbye to the driver, who he had been chatting with very happily along the way: "Thank you, and goodbye."

As a result, Douma didn't get a response at all. The taxi didn't stop for a second and quickly disappeared from Douma's sight: "?"

Not knowing that he was misunderstood again, Douma didn't think much about it. He put his hands in his pockets and walked heavily towards the Ganghei building not far away.

The two men in black suits guarding the door had noticed the taxi that suddenly appeared at the door of their organization. When they saw a strange high school student getting off the taxi and boldly trying to walk into the building, they frowned and stepped forward and raised their arms to stop the student: "Stop, what are you doing?"

"Me?" Douma pointed at himself and explained dryly, "I'm here to report."

Douma Kako's deceptive nature comes into play, and the men in black suits realize something out of thin air.

They looked at each other, and tacitly took a step back, bowed slightly to invite someone in, and their posture became humble: "Sorry, please come in."