Chapter 44: Condemning Your Malicious Actions
Chapter 44: Condemning Your Malicious Actions
“Really?”
Fang Cheng exclaimed, “The Countermeasures Department has a mole? Wait… how’d they warn all vampires ahead of time?”
As a ‘fake vampire’ relying on his sense of smell to hunt, Fang Cheng could only track targets one by one. How could a single mole alert every vampire simultaneously?
“That’s our main question too.”
Kanzaki Rin frowned. “We locate vampires through patrol drones, street cameras, and data analysis. No single person could spread notifications across so many places that quickly.”
“Multiple moles then?” Fang Cheng stroked his chin. “Or maybe a vampire infiltrated your department?”
“Impossible!” Kanzaki Rin shook her head. “Vampires avoid daylight, and our security’s too tight. We’d have caught any infiltrators. Multiple moles seem more likely – we’re investigating the leak now.”
Fang Cheng chuckled. “Hope you fail!”
Kanzaki Rin’s face hardened. “Explain yourself.”
“Take your time purging moles. Let’s handle the vampires ourselves.”
Fang Cheng preferred the department staying distracted, leaving more targets for him.
Kanzaki Rin smirked. “Eager to expose yourself and implicate me?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Fang Cheng paused, then understood.
The furious department would suspect anyone reporting vampire activity now.
“Wait.” He pointed at her. “Are YOU the mole?”
This woman used vampires for career advancement. Was she sabotaging rivals?
Kanzaki Rin snorted softly. “I’m not that low. You’re far more suspicious.”
“Joking! If you mean I’m ‘bigger’ elsewhere, maybe.”
She ignored his sudden crude humor.
“So we just watch vampires get stronger?” Fang Cheng pressed. “Where’s your famous strategy, Doraemon Rin?”
“Relax.” She crossed her arms. “They’ll lay low during this storm. We’ll act in two weeks. Keep exercising at home.”
“Give exact dates.”
“Under fifteen days.”
Fang Cheng yielded – he couldn’t force risky demands. Kanzaki Rin would never agree anyway.
“By the way, why haven’t you asked for your photos back yet?”
Fang Cheng had suddenly remembered. Since their cooperation began, he’d been waiting for Kanzaki Rin to demand those ‘artistic photos’.
But Kanzaki Rin appeared to have forgotten entirely, forcing Fang Cheng to remind her.
She sneered, “After using my USB drive, you never checked those photos, did you?”
Fang Cheng froze. “You infected my computer through the USB?”
“What do *you* think? Don’t worry—I left your other ‘treasures’ untouched. Heh heh heh.”
Kanzaki Rin laughed heartily with hands on hips, more joyfully than ever since meeting Fang Cheng.
Fang Cheng glared at her unusual smile. “How shameless! Those artistic masterpieces would’ve been destroyed if I hadn’t made USB backups.”
Her laughter died instantly.
“You…backed them up?”
“Obviously. Want to guess how many copies?”
“You reminded me just to mock me?”
“No. I mainly wanted to condemn your virus attack. The mockery was extra.”
Watching Kanzaki Rin’s stricken face, Fang Cheng grinned.
*Try outsmarting me, girl? Still too naive.*
Kanzaki Rin’s composure shattered. She snatched a chair and hurled it at him. “Die, bastard!”
Fang Cheng caught it easily. “Careful. Break it, and you’ll replace the whole set.”
This enraged her further. After one venomous glare, she spun to leave before her fists did the talking.
“Wait. Something important.”
Fang Cheng’s voice stopped her.
She turned, scowling. “What *now*?”
“Wash the dishes first.”
“Screw you!!!”
……
The timeline shifted days earlier.
In a dim apartment, a young man cooked in the kitchen, humming cheerfully.
After reducing the food to mush, he carried it to a bedroom door and knocked.
“Coming in.”
Without awaiting a reaction, he pushed open the door.
Inside sat a haggard couple bound to chairs. On the bed lay a pale, lifeless high school beauty—skin sickly white, lips bloodless.
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If not for the faint movement in her chest, she might have been mistaken for a corpse.
“Dinnertime.”
The young man said cheerfully, carrying the food to the couple first. He peeled the tape from their mouths and fed them with a spoon.
The couple didn’t scream. They’d tried countless times during this timeline, but it never helped.
They’d also abandoned the choice of hunger strikes – that earned punishments dripping with terror.
After feeding them, the young man reattached the tape and carried the leftovers to the bedside. His voice softened.
“Yami, I cooked your favorite curry today. You’ll love it.”
He sat beside the girl, carefully spooning food between her lips.
When finished, he arranged her body to expose the snow-white curve of her neck. His teeth sank into the flesh.
The middle-aged couple watched through tear-blurred eyes, their muffled struggles weak as moth wings.
The feeding didn’t last long. The girl’s complexion grew waxen, death clinging to her like mist.
“Don’t die on me, Yami.”
The young man stroked her cheek with bloodstained fingers. “We swore to stay together forever.”
The girl’s vacant eyes stared at the ceiling. A single tear traced her temple.
He didn’t touch her developed body despite the opportunity. Before becoming vampire, he’d spent years using her clothes and photos for dark rituals, desperate to possess her completely.
But since the transformation, his desire had disappeared like smoke. Kisses were his limit now.
Vampires couldn’t breed through sex – only through the Embrace. Their kind lost interest in carnal matters, not from inability, but cold indifference.
He kept chattering about their future Mirai as he adjusted her pillow.
His attempts to turn her kept failing. The ability belonged only to elder vampires.
*Ding-dong.*
The doorbell shattered his daydream.
Scowling, he left the bedroom with empty dishes. He wiped blood from his mouth before answering.
Probably salespeople. Potential additions to his food reserves.
Instead, a figure stood there – trench coat hood shadowing sunglasses and mask. No visible age. No discernible gender.
“Who’re you?”
The stranger chuckled through a synthetic voice filter. “Nishitani Kyohei. The Disaster Countermeasures Department has you marked. Know that?”
Kyohei’s nails sharpened to claws. “Don’t know what you mean.”
“Your parents? Sister? Missing for months, yes?”
Wood splintered as Kyohei’s claws punched through the door. His eyes bled crimson, whites swallowed by oily black. “Seeking death?”
The synthetic voice remained flat. “Seeking cooperation. Mutual benefit.”
“Cooperation?”
“Won’t you invite me in?” The mask tilted toward neighboring doors. “Bad optics, chatting here.”
Kyohei stepped aside. The figure entered.
*BANG.*
The door slammed like a coffin lid.