funbook-pk Chapter 212 The crow has a bad habit of pulling the tail hairs of cats.
Chapter 212 The crow has a bad habit of pulling the tail hairs of cats.
No, something must have gone wrong somewhere.
In the dimly lit secret passage, Hei Men Yao Ye habitually tapped his fingertips lightly, deeply aware of the difficulty in repairing the parent-child relationship.
He stared at Gin not far ahead, his eyes brimming with curiosity: "That's strange, why isn't he reacting at all?"
In psychology, people tend to be closer to those they know who have vulnerabilities.
To get closer to his eldest son, Yoruichi Kuromon deliberately didn't suppress his abilities after using them this time, exhibiting the side effects and even taking several bullets, all to attract Gin's attention. But the guy didn't even glance at him!
This involves the side effects of the Elixir of Immortality! Maybe taking me to the lab for a blood test will yield new results? If all else fails, suspecting that Kuromon Haruya is the boss is also an option!
"Um, Butber..."
A weak, rough voice came from beside me, nestled in my arm.
“Listen to me, I’m not gay.”
Kuromon Haruya paused, then calmly replied, "What a coincidence, neither am I."
Being forcefully pulled into a hug, Vodka felt the rhythmic tapping of the five fingers on his shoulder, and while writhing like a catfish, he managed to squeeze out, "...Then, what are your hands doing?"
"I'm sucking people in."
"Huh? It sucks people in?"
What is "吸人" (xīrén)? Is it a recent internet buzzword?
Kuromon Haruya nodded with a sense of righteous indignation, "Yeah, just like petting a cat, I need to pet people right now."
“I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel a special emptiness here,” he said, touching his heart, “like something has been ripped out, and I desperately need something to fill it. Since Gin isn’t willing to help me stay sober, then I’ll have to trouble you.”
Vodka hesitated, then said: "In modern times, this word should be called 'loneliness,' meaning I want to be in a relationship!"
This was said to vodka, and also to gin.
But glancing at Vodka's expression, which said everything, Kuromon Haruya knew that this hazelnut cake, which had just become an immortal and had never eaten a human before, was definitely thinking the wrong thing.
In fact, aside from the deliberately ambiguous wording, the side effects of using demonic powers are indeed as described.
Immortals feel even hungrier after devouring their own kind, instinctively sensing the fragrance emanating from them. The same applies to the demon who created the Elixir of Immortality. The more times Yoruichi Kuromon touched the restrictions and the greater the power he wielded, the stronger his demonic desire to absorb suffering souls became.
Seventeen years ago, he didn't care much about this; after all, the organization had plenty of wicked people to suffer with, and he could just pick a few to have his fill. But ever since he had that ominous prophetic dream, and after Vermouth's drug trials, Kuromon Haruya had become quite restrained.
As for the day when I truly lose control... the organization boss who controls the world will not let it come.
"Sigh~" Vodka remained silent, only sighing.
Guinness, your good brother is now deeply in love. If this continues, he'll be rejected by his older brother and things won't end well!
After a moment's thought, out of a desire to help his friend, he earnestly whispered, "You should give up as soon as possible. Your brother's lover is part of the organization. As someone who's been there, let me give you this advice: unrequited love never ends well."
Kuromon Haruya crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow: "Vodka, you've misunderstood. My feelings for Gin aren't love, but admiration."
If he hadn't been gazing at Gin with such fervent passion and a flushed face, Vodka might have believed it.
"Stop deceiving yourself."
Since Kyosuke Kazato is no longer an option, this trusted older brother figure hidden within the organization has no choice but to return to the scene once again!
Vodka believes that it's better to guide than to suppress. Since Butbel has been misled by Kazeto, it's better to let him pick it up and then let it go with a clear conscience. The organization has been around for so many years, and there are plenty of members who like the leader. Everyone goes through a growth process; as long as he doesn't become an undercover agent and betray the organization, it's fine.
"Think about it, how could someone who simply admires another person risk their life to shield them from an attack? How could they possibly be jealous?"
Not again? Kuromon Haruya looked back meaningfully.
Adding some interesting details to the illusion effect is one thing, but vodka getting involved too? Does that mean I'm not the boss anymore? Can't you see Gin and I are drifting further and further apart?!
“You have a point.” Kuromon Haruya’s eyes flickered, her mind stirred, as if she were beginning to understand: “But…”
Things took a turn for the better, and Vodka was overjoyed: "Don't worry, everyone here is on our side, just say what you want!"
Seeing his encouragement, Kuromon Haruya smiled and whispered, "According to this logic, you're the one who fell in love with Gin, right?"
Vodka: ? ? !
"Don't talk nonsense, I have no improper thoughts about my elder brother!"
"How can you say that's nonsense? You've risked your life for Gin, staying by his side year-round without rest—that's common knowledge throughout the organization. Just as light cannot exist without a shadow, I'm incredibly envious..."
Or rather, are you going to deny your own unwavering loyalty?
"Of course I'm willing to sacrifice for my elder brother, but what you're doing..."
Proof becomes self-proof; Vodka is convinced that his childlike infatuation belongs to Miss Yoko, but that doesn't stop the explanations from becoming increasingly bizarre.
"Butbel".
The cold call interrupted the conversation. The sound amplification in the secret passage was excellent, and Gin didn't even want to turn around and look at his underling's stupid face: "If you're so free, go and help move the documents."
Kuromon Haruya immediately shut up, satisfied, and jogged after him, turning back to give Vodka a peace sign.
Vodka: OO
Once inside the secret room, Vodka realized that perhaps Butbel's "easy subjugation" was not as easy as he had made it out to be.
Even from a distance, the pungent stench of blood was palpable. Under the incandescent light, the damp, crimson basement glowed with a bloody light, the floor congealed into a deep red, the space appearing as if it had been soaked in a sea of blood.
Gin stepped onto the sticky floor and looked at her directly: "You've died several times."
"Ten times? Dozens of times?" Kuromon Haruya tried to recall the number of times he used the toy to wipe the floor, but couldn't count them: "That guy can come back to life, and once his movements are fixed, it's a bit hard to break free."
"There must be another secret passage leading here from Hucang, but I didn't have time to investigate. What should we do next? Should we eliminate everyone?"
"Do not."
Gin denied it as if he had planned it all along. He looked at his underling and ordered, "Vodka, you disguise yourself as Daisuke Torakura and stay here to minimize the impact of this incident."
Kuromon Haruya was somewhat surprised: "How do we deal with Narumi's rash departure?"
To minimize the spread of the discovery of vampires, it is definitely not possible to mobilize any thinking members of the organization other than the waiters.
"Butber, you disguise yourself as Vienna."
"Then, brother, who will fill his position now that it's vacant...?"
Vodka stopped talking, and an incredible thought came to mind.
Besides him, Butber, and his older brother, there were no other relevant personnel present. Since the former two also had missions, the remaining candidate was...
“That’s right,” Gin said confidently. “I will disguise myself as Butbel.”