Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 152 Unaware Murder Intent

If you come to the wilderness where flowers and leaves are flourishing in spring, you may be lucky enough to witness the pollen burning like a sea of ​​clouds and mist in the sun.

It seems to be a spontaneous combustion phenomenon, but this highly ornamental pollen burning is actually a series of small-scale dust explosions.

In the open nature, such an explosion does not show any power.

But concentrate these seemingly harmless pollens in a small confined space and they can become a deadly weapon.

Countless fine dust filled the limited space, they collided and rubbed against each other, occupying every space.

Finally, an alien spark ignited.

The flaming bullet flew in from the outside, igniting the tiny pollen that passed along the way one by one.

In the subtleties that are invisible to the naked eye, and between the electric light and flint that the human brain can't distinguish, a small part of pollen is ignited by the fire, and the heat it emits is quickly transmitted to the surrounding area, which in turn heats up more pollen in the surrounding area. Combustion, let the combustion cycle uncontrollably spread to a farther and wider space.

The dots of flames finally turned into a sea of ​​flames.

And all this happens in a split second.

Giorno and the others didn't even have time to escape from here, and the powerful shock waves triggered by the heat and vaporization of the dust had already enveloped them behind themselves.

The fire suddenly appeared, the wind was strong, and they were about to be swallowed by the flames and the storm.

"Giorno!"

Almost in an instant, Mista, Nalanja, Apache, and Fugo made the same judgment.

They rushed forward and used their bodies to protect Giorno.

This is not only because of the camaraderie, but also because they know that Giorno is now the core figure in the team.

It doesn't matter if other people are injured, as long as Giorno can be saved, he can use the golden experience to rescue all the seriously injured companions.

This simple yet brutal tactic worked.

At the moment when the flame storm itself hit, the first to face the attack were the Mista four who were willing to use their bodies as shields.

They blocked the scorching flames with their bodies, and cushioned the impact of the explosion with the bank of flesh and blood.

In the end, the five people defending in a group were blasted several meters away by the powerful shock wave.

The flames ceased, the impact dissipated, and the toilet behind everyone also cracked countless cracks in the explosion, as if it would be broken into a pile of bricks and rubble at any moment.

At this time, the backs of the four of Mista were already completely blackened by the flames, and scarlet blood dripped from the corners of their mouths because their internal organs were injured by the impact.

They were all seriously injured in the explosion, and were even knocked unconscious by the shock wave.

Although he could still breathe, he obviously had no strength to fight anymore.

Fortunately, Giorno, who was protected by the four of them with his body, was still awake.

The impact of the explosion was relieved by his companions with their bodies. By the time the force hit Giorno through the wall of flesh and blood, its power had been greatly reduced.

Of course, he still suffered some injuries.

The corner of his mouth was bleeding profusely, and his head was quite dizzy.

When the explosion subsided and the smoke and dust filled the air, Giorno was a little reluctant to stand up.

But even so, he still stubbornly stood in the undispelled smoke, standing side by side with his own golden experience, looking back and glaring at Jamie Campbell standing far in front.

"Can you still stand up?"

"Haha. Dying struggle!"

Giorno's eyes were as fierce as fire, but Jamie's smile full of excitement and satisfaction couldn't be touched:

Victory is decided.

Without the help of his four companions, and he was still seriously injured, it was impossible for Giorno to defeat him.

Although a substitute is the limit of mental power, but matter determines consciousness, and mental power can only be condensed by relying on a strong body.

A physically disabled stand-in messenger is like an e-sports player who has a bad cold. No matter how strong his spirit is, his strength will definitely be greatly reduced.

"Haha, cough, cough, cough"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Even though he couldn't stop the severe coughing, Jamie still smiled recklessly and flamboyantly against the burning pain in his chest and lungs:

"I won, I won!"

"Once again, I used my strength to defeat your so-called genuine version!"

This is an obsession that ordinary people cannot understand.

Jamie, who was once judged "without any creativity" by the school tutor, has been looking for a sense of satisfaction that has been missing since he was a child through this unique way of "returning the other's way to the other":

He cannot create, but still has talent.

No one can deny this.

But Giorno still looked at him so coldly, his eyes were as calm as water, so calm that it was disgusting.

That look seemed to say:

"Don't be too happy, you haven't won yet."

Jamie hated the way other people looked at him, as if his intelligence and efforts had been completely rejected.

"go to hell!"

Jamie yelled so excitedly.

He took his four skin-changing substitutes and took a big step forward:

"Those enemies who despise me as a thief will eventually be reduced to powder in front of me!"

"You are no exception. Cough cough cough"

The rhetoric was defeated by a violent cough.

Because of the sudden sharp pain in his chest and lungs, his body began to tremble, and his steps began to freeze.

Jamie held his chest and bowed and coughed violently, looking like a prawn that was shaking in the hot oil and its skin was turning red.

"Why, how did this happen. How did my body become so weak."

"Is it because of the pollen?"

Jamie looked at the pink blood foam he coughed up, his face was as pale as paper:

"No. I shouldn't be allergic to pollen."

"Why is it so hard to breathe? Why does my whole chest feel like it's burning now!"

Giorno supported his bruised body, his cold eyes became calmer:
"It seems to have worked."

"Effective?"

Jamie's body trembled, and a chill suddenly gushed out from the bottom of his heart.

He suppressed the pain and nausea that went straight to his brain, and asked in shock: "What did you do to me?!"

"Have you found it yet?"

"Such a strong smell. I thought this plan might fail."

"It seems that the pollen you produced also harmed yourself—it clogged your nasal mucosa, making you lose your sense of smell, and unable to smell the murderous intent hidden in the darkness."

During this still time, Giorno's voice sounded indifferently.

"smell?"

"Did there be any strange smell just now?"

Jamie carefully recalled the smells he had smelled in the toilet earlier.

At first, all he could smell in the toilet was a strong smell of disinfectant cleaner because of the water left on the floor.

The smell is very strong and irritating. Obviously, the cleaning staff used the cheapest and most common chlorine-containing disinfectant on the market.

Then, what he smelled was flowers.

In order to control the snakes, he planted a sea of ​​impatiens beside him early.

The scent of flowers was so strong that it covered up the residual smell of disinfectant.

Then, what he smelled was the stench of animal internal organs.

The smell of blood was mixed with the body fluids of the organs, and the taste was extremely bad.

Although he couldn't see in the dark, Jamie could still tell from the unique smell of the animal's internal organs that Giorno made bait to distract the snakes.

Oh, by the way, at the same time as that stench hit, there was indeed a strong pungent smell coming out.

The smell was a bit like disinfectant left on the floor, but stronger.

But at that time, the "Silver Experience" had already started to overproduce pollen for the subsequent dust explosion. His nasal cavity was tightly blocked by pollen, and his sense of smell became extremely dull, so that the pungent smell seemed no longer attractive. people pay attention.

Immediately afterwards, he began to feel some discomfort in his respiratory tract.

But at the time, he only thought it was the cause of inhaling too much pollen, so he didn't take this symptom seriously.

"Damn."

"What the hell is that smell?!"

Jamie was getting scared.

What he was afraid of was not getting caught by mistake, but that after he got hit, he didn't even realize why he got hit.

That means that he has completely lost in the competition with the "authentic product".

"Can't figure it out?"

"Just let me tell you the answer!"

Giorno's voice was like a sharp knife, piercing his fragile and sensitive heart:

"When I distract snakes, the entrails I create are cow stomachs."

"Why the stomach and not something else that is simpler and easier to create?"

"Because... just like when you created the impatiens flower, you quietly produced excess pollen that shouldn't appear in nature. When I created the cow's stomach, I also secretly produced an excessive amount of cow stomach secretion-stomach acid."

"When the poisonous snake bit the cow's stomach, the excess gastric acid secreted from the cow's stomach, far exceeding the normal concentration, also poured onto the floor where a large amount of disinfectant remained."

"And at this time, I have already asked my companions to cover their mouth and nose with me, hold their breath and stop breathing."

"Stomach acid?"

Jamie was taken aback for a moment, and his pupils shrank immediately.

The clues from back to front were connected together, which made him figure out everything:
"The main component of stomach acid is hydrochloric acid, and the disinfectant water left on the ground smells that smell, and its main component should be the most common sodium hypochlorite on the market."

"Sodium hypochlorite reacts with excess hydrochloric acid to generate chlorine gas!"

Thinking of the common sense of life that this junior high school student knew, his face was completely pale.

Jamie clutched his chest, which seemed to be burned by a raging fire, and muttered to himself in disbelief:

"Am I chlorine poisoned?"

(End of this chapter)