Conan: I'm teasing Conan in Mingke

He still doesn't know the specific reason, maybe he needs to start from the source of the lampreys he extracted...

The laboratory's affairs are top secret in the organization, and even he would probably find it difficult to obtain information about the origin easily.

We can't rashly ask Karasuma Ren'ya. Speculations are just speculations, but we can't rule out the possibility that someone did it on purpose. We must always be fully prepared.

He could find an opportunity to test it out, but just in case he still had to search for the origins one by one.

Now that we know the root cause of the problem, we should find a solution as soon as possible.

Becoming a vampire would disturb him greatly in his pursuit of death.

"Thousands of years ago, the vampires were known for their mystery, and there is very little information about them. But I can help you with divination."

Koizumi Hongzi showed a confident smile: "I am still very confident in divination, oh huhuhuhuhuhu~"

"That's true and reliable." Kurokawa Keizawa smiled and asked for Koizumi Akako's contact information to facilitate further contact.

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"Oh, by the way, brother Kurokawa, this is for you." Before leaving, Koizumi Akako handed Kurokawa Keizawa a red crystal.

"This can be considered as my clone. I believe you know how to use it." After saying that, he threw a wink, opened the door and left.

Kurokawa Jingze took the red crystal and shone it under the light, and found a black object in the center: "As expected, you are the only heir of the Red Demon Clan."

The structure of this crystal can be said to be quite delicate. It is actually a transparent white crystal, but it has a part of Koizumi Akako's magic power in it, so the whole thing appears a dazzling scarlet red.

"Ms. Hongzi is indeed amazing." Igarashi Kazuki brought another glass of cocktail to Kurokawa Keizawa, and then removed the empty glasses from the bar.

"Thank you." Kurokawa Keizawa took a sip and praised, "I was just about to say this, Mr. Igarashi, your skills are truly amazing."

"I don't deserve it." Igarashi Ichiki smiled modestly.

"The blood in this is taken from the deep sea blue whale. It is said that only His Majesty can taste the deliciousness of the deep sea blue whale. People of other races like us can only taste the bitterness."

What this means is that it’s not a problem with his skills, but that only Kurokawa Keizawa thinks this blood tastes good.

"Is that so?" Kurokawa Jingze shook the liquid in the wine glass and said, "Can deep-sea blue whales be kept as domestic animals?"

"..." A bead of sweat appeared on Igarashi Ichiki's cheek: "Your Majesty, deep-sea fish cannot be kept at home."

"Okay, I was just kidding." Kurokawa Keizawa also knew that the question he asked was quite ridiculous, and waved his hand at Igarashi Ikki.

"Don't call me Your Majesty. You are older than me. Just call me Kurokawa."

"Okay, Mr. Kurokawa." Igarashi Ichiki nodded respectfully. The address was never a problem.

His Majesty can just tell him to obey whatever he wants. What is important is bloodline. The descendants of their race have always valued bloodline.

Even if Kurokawa Keisawa was actually just a human in his previous life, as long as the blood of the vampire ancestor flows in his body.

With the pressure from His Majesty, they had no way of being disrespectful to Kurokawa Keisawa.

Kurokawa Keisawa did not stop Igarashi Ichiki from adding "sir" after her address.

Igarashi Ichiki has been serving in this bar for a hundred years and has long been accustomed to the honorifics used. It would be difficult for him to change.

"Mr. Igarashi, what channels do you have for obtaining deep-sea blue whales?" The smell of this blood is really incomparable to that of human blood banks.

"Mr. Kurokawa, if you need it, we will catch it specifically for you and deliver it to you." Igarashi answered respectfully while wiping the cup with his hands.

"Is this okay?"

"Mr. Kurokawa, you probably don't know that before the vampires disappeared, we, the Inhumans, only followed the vampires. You, who have the blood of our ancestors flowing in your veins, are naturally the god of all our remaining bloodlines.

Before the war that took place a thousand years ago, all ethnic groups lived in peace. Even the weak sea tribes and elves could receive protection from the ancestor.

The vampire race is supreme to all of our races, and they are the ones who lead us towards a bright future!

And you are our eternal follower, no matter what your ambition is, we will follow your wishes. "Igarashi Ichiki's eyes were red as he spoke: "If humans hadn't started the war, how wonderful the Inhuman race would be now."

"I never thought that vampires, who are scary in the eyes of humans, have become gods in your eyes."

After listening to Igarashi Ichiki's words, Kurokawa Keizawa was stunned for a moment, as if something in his heart was hit.

Kurokawa Keizawa touched his heart and felt the strong beating there.

It feels like...

He also had the same desire as the ancestor to protect the weak in peace...

It's really strange, how could he have such emotions?

Is it the bloodline of the original ancestor that is guiding his thoughts?

It feels terrible to have your mood controlled by something inexplicable.

I need to find a chance to verify it...

"The myths created by humans in the outside world are not credible in themselves." Igarashi Ichiki calmed down.

Even though he looked at Kurokawa Keisawa, a man in front of him who did not look that much like the portrait of the ancestor, he always had the urge to give his all to him.

"But a thousand years have passed, and humans outside no longer believe in the existence of the Inhumans, so we have been able to coexist peacefully."

"I understand." Just like Conan and his group of staunch scientific believers, if they heard any legends about the Inhumans, they would definitely not believe it.

"In that case, I'll leave the blood issue to Mr. Igarashi."

"It's an honor, my lord." Igarashi Ichiki put down the cup in his hand, turned to the direction of Kurokawa Keisawa, put his left hand on his chest, bent slightly, and saluted.

"Okay, no need to bow in front of me." Kurokawa Keizawa smiled helplessly. He always felt that Igarashi Ichiki looked a bit like a fanatical religious believer.

"Okay, Mr. Kurokawa."

Then Kurokawa Keizawa chatted with Igarashi Ichiki for a while and drank two glasses of cocktails before leaving.

"Ah, it's raining." Kurokawa Keizawa looked at the sparse rain in front of him and reached out to catch it. The raindrops suddenly bounced away two centimeters away from Kurokawa Keizawa as if they had hit some obstacle.

Kurokawa Keizawa withdrew his hand in disappointment and walked towards the red Lamborghini Hermes on the side. Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly paused.

After a moment of silence, Kurokawa Keizawa opened the trunk, took out a black umbrella and opened it.

"It rarely rains, so I'll just walk back this time." After muttering to himself, Kurokawa Keizawa walked towards home.