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Chapter 295 The Flashback of Prophecy
"Mr. Kuromon? Haruya! Are you alright?"
As the door rattled, Asahi's anxious calls came from behind the door.
"N-nothing..." Kuromon Haruya choked back the blood in his throat, trying to speak clearly, "It's just that I suddenly have a bit of an upset stomach."
With a trembling left hand gripping the doorknob tightly, the young man clutched his suffocating collar, leaned back against the door, and gasped for breath.
Drop by drop, bright red, glistening blood beads, like pomegranate seeds, spilled from the corners of her mouth, flowing down her chin and across her neck, staining most of her clothes red.
Something's not right; the self-healing effect of alcohol shouldn't be this slow.
...unless, another rioting force temporarily suppresses the effects of the elixir of immortality.
The remaining strength in his body faded away like silk being pulled from a cocoon, and Kuromon Haruya could only let himself slowly slide down and fall onto the tiles. He slumped his head weakly, his eyes trembling slightly from the burning pain, trying to let the poisonous blood fall onto his clothes.
It's impossible for the blood to fall onto the floor or be vomited into the toilet. Before the detached tissue is destroyed, the first priority of the Elixir of Immortality is always reverse regression. Compared to dying several times, Haruya Kuromon is even less willing to accept the blood vomited into the toilet flowing into his mouth.
A nauseatingly sweet, metallic taste filled his mouth, his breathing became rapid, and his plummeting blood pressure made his limbs cold. Recalling his past experiences testing poisons, Kuromon Haruya basically confirmed the type of poison, and couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"This is outrageous... How can you even buy this kind of fast-acting poison that's circulating on the black market in Beika Town?! This is just too outrageous!"
"Luckily, there's a restroom here where we can hide. It would be so ungentlemanly to scare the employees' family members, cough cough cough!"
A familiar pulling sensation surfaced in his consciousness. Kuromon Haruya closed his gradually blurring vision and surrendered his body to the control of his premonition.
The first thing that is clear is the text.
【red】
A crimson light enveloped everything.
【Innocent Child】
The giant eye of the sky, the cratered, blood-red full moon, peeked close to the heavens, glaring angrily at the iron tower standing beneath the night sky.
Beneath the crimson moon, the rebellious Morning Star will once again descend upon the world to collect its unpaid debt from the witch.
Fallen rose petals were released from the airship and formed a thin line in the evening breeze, circling around the Tokyo Tower at the center of the vortex, drifting aimlessly.
The city's neon lights fell silent, with only the countless clearly visible stars blinking incessantly, casting an empty and cold gaze. The solitary witch twirled her golden serpent-headed scepter, condensing moonlight into a scythe. Even trapped within the cage of a magic circle, she stubbornly raised the blade high, pointing it directly at the six-winged shadow.
[In the raging flames under the moonlight, the Blood Demon was reborn;]
The wheels of fate rolled back and forth, and the accumulated sins were intensified.
Spring and summer are followed by autumn and winter, and autumn and winter are followed by spring and summer again.
Come back! Come back! Return to the depths of the mansion where the curtain rose!
As the light weaves its flowing path, the black dot at the visual center shrinks into a doorway, gradually opening...
"!"
His chest tightened, and Hei Menyaoye jumped up from the tiles. He pressed the flush button, clutched his stomach, and opened the door, muttering wearily:
"Uh—I promise I'll never sneak ice cream or hot tea again..."
Looking around, a group of men and women were gathered outside the restroom. Kurodo Haruya blinked and asked, "Huh? Does everyone need to use the restroom too?"
As for the prophetic flashback, Koizumi Akako wasn't in a hurry anyway, and Kuromon Haruya thought it wouldn't be too late to contact them after dealing with these subordinates who were surprisingly perceptive at all levels.
"Could it be that there was something wrong with the ingredients I used for lunch, and everyone is suffering from food poisoning?!"
"Pfft!"
Upon hearing this, Fanze Zhenren, who was just painfully taking out his money, burst out laughing and added insult to injury with a gleeful grin: "No, no, no! It's just that everyone was too shocked by how fast you rushed to the toilet! Pfft, hahahaha!"
"..."
Kuromon Haruya glanced at Aunt Hanzawa beside her, and remained silent for a moment: ^_^
You little brat, you think you can get away with anything just because your parents are backing you up? I'll tell Gin on you.
"Wait, Mr. Kuromon, I misspoke! I take it back!" Upon seeing his signature "kind smile," Hanzawa Masato trembled with fear, breaking out in a cold sweat, and quickly tried to cover it up, "Are you alright? Are you feeling okay? Let me treat you to a Pomeranian!"
Upon seeing this, Asagi rubbed his forehead and shook his head with a helpless smile.
These two are always like this. No matter how many times they get tricked, Fanzhe Zhenren never learns his lesson. Whenever he sees Heimen Yaoye occasionally underperforming, he takes the opportunity to make a few sarcastic remarks, and then happily gets to run several kilometers of extra training with weights.
He pushed Hanze aside and stood in front of Kuromon Haruya to confirm again: "Are you sure everything is okay?"
"It's okay now."
"is it?"
A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Asagi raised his hand, sniffed, and actually started to smell Kuromon Yōya's fan!
This kind of pragmatic behavior is really a bit abnormal!
"That's enough, that's enough!"
Startled, Kuromon Haruya immediately pulled out a fragrant mosquito repellent and sprayed it vigorously, not wanting the other person to notice anything unusual, but also not wanting Narumi to smell the toilet odor on her.
"Thank you for your concern, but let's not talk about such embarrassing things!"
As he spoke, he took out the three selected DVDs, quickly made his way through the crowd to the cashier: "I'd like to rent these works for a month. Please pay, thank you—"
Ikumi Gunda took the DVD, entered it into the rental system, and suddenly her eyes sharpened. She turned around and pulled out a coupon from the bottom of a drawer that read "Hidden Prize: Full Rental Fee (10)":
"Congratulations, sir. The works you have rented happen to meet the hidden free rental conditions set by the former manager. This is a coupon as a prize, which entitles you to rent 10 works for free."
Holding the dusty coupon in my hand, it was a bit soft from the dampness, but the writing on the back was still legible:
[Dedicated to fellow enthusiasts with similar discerning tastes. In this vast sea of people, I've finally found you—someone who shares my love for these films! Please consider this a gift from fate~]
"The former store manager?" Kuromon Haruya asked in confusion.
"He's the owner of this bloodstain on the counter's paint." Fanze Zhenren patted his chest, pointing at the counter with lingering fear. "On the day I started working here, I happened to witness him being cleanly and swiftly killed with a single stab. It really gave me a fright!"
"The current owner is the former owner's younger brother. It seems he's afraid of being reminded of the former owner by seeing these things, so he didn't even attend the funeral and chose to continue employing us online."
Although he mentioned the bloodstain several times, he always talked about things like "kinship in Beika Town," "blood ties," and "being killed," and didn't let us clean it up. I think this must be another kind of memorial ceremony in Beika Town to continue the lives of the deceased.