[Miscellaneous] On the way home

Jody/Josie/Chenghua/Zhenglu in this chapter

Bgm-SuckerForPain (Maglong's

I'm pushed east and west by the wind

the sun disappears into the twilight

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At the end of the interrogation room was a big bright lamp, and when the iron door was opened, there was an extremely ear-piercing rattling noise.Chocolat threw a sugar cube towards the corner of the room, Seco excitedly let go of the pliers that he was pulling out Jonathan's nails, and stuck out his tongue like a dog to catch it.The broken and transparent thing fell to the ground with the iron tongs, and Chocolat stared at the man's bloody fingers—even he could hardly imagine that the man had stayed in this place for nearly 48 hours, enduring the pain, hunger and punishment.

Jonathan Joestar couldn't pry his mouth open after that except for a hoarse refusal at their first question.

"Your brothers are dead. No one will come after you." He stepped on the godfather's shaky blunt-torn knee, the toe of his shoe sinking into the flesh of the other's joint—although I thought it was a waste of effort, and he helplessly grabbed the other party's dark blue hair and pulled it back, "Let me ask you one last time—what did Congressman William put in your place?—huh?" Those politicians As loyal as the Joestar's dog was, Diablo wanted to lick the soup clean, too. "My patience is limited, my friend. You don't want to be on my operating table." Jonathan squirmed his lips, and he seemed to be about to say something. His dry lips lifted the bloody white skin and made a small guttural sound .

Chocolat had to lean close to his mouth to hear what he was saying.Jonathan suddenly opened his mouth and bit his ear, his canine teeth pierced into the muscles of the ear, he let out a heavy panting sound, and actually tore his ear from Joecorate's face, a large amount of blood spurted out Splashes on the tip of his nose and chin.His voice was hoarse and broken, "Don't think about it."

Chocolat growled and covered his ears, blood flowed from between his fingers, "I'm going to kill you—" He pulled up the sharp scalpel on the table, "Seco!" He said Angrily summoned the precise and terrifying executioner, "I'm going to pull out every one of his teeth and stuff them into his brain." Seke still had a sugar cube in his mouth, he bit the hard object in his mouth, the shark The shape of the teeth showed sharp points - he smirked and threw himself at Jonathan's exposed carotid artery.

A hand grabbed his throat.

Chocolat's wrist was twisted backwards by Dio, his dislocated joint swelled rapidly, and the scalpel fell to Dio's feet with a clang.Dio easily lifted Seco up, "Bad dog." He tore off the other's bandage viciously, and threw him against the wall forcefully, making a bang.He raised his jaw contemptuously, and narrowed his eyes impatiently—Jokorat put his tongue away from him.

——"I said you can't pry his mouth open, Diablo." Dio stretched out his fingertips one by one to stroke the blood-stained instruments of torture. He supported the long table and leaned forward suddenly, facing Diablo on the other side of the camera licked the corner of his lips provocatively, "Now Jonathan may not be able to talk about it, idiot."

Diablo swallowed his anger with difficulty.Damn Dio Brando - if it weren't for Jonathan's terrifying willpower, he would have no trust in Dio and his scheming son. "Dio. You talk too much nonsense." His green eyes wandered suspiciously over Dio's face. "Get the stuff out for me."

"I really can't understand your bossy tone. Then do as I say." The gun spun around in Dio's palm, and he pulled the bolt impatiently, and then the camera and audio fell into a short-lived noise. silence.

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"It sucks." Dio's fingers touched the wound at the corner of Jonathan's mouth. He wiped the wound clean and re-pierced his nails brutally, breaking open new flesh.Jonathan breathed heavily in the numb pain, he kept his head down, not looking into Dio's eyes.

"I thought you would be eager to recount the past, JOJO." He sarcastically pressed Jonathan's cheek and pulled out a very painful smile, "This expression is not bad." He picked Jocolat's torture tools Throwing it off the table, listening to Jonathan's intermittent opening. "You...want to know...what?" "What Joecorat wanted you to spit out. Thanks to you, Jonathan. I still have to listen to that psychotic Diablo." The blood flowed slowly. Jonathan's fingertips, then pattered onto the toes of his own shoes. "You... lived..." Dio pressed his index finger against his lips, "I've had a terrible life." Dio pulled Jonathan's hair and forced Jonathan to raise his face. He pushed away the scar on the back of his neck where the glands had been removed Under Jonathan's nose, "You owe me this, JOJO. Tell me—"

"I...I'm sorry...Dio." Jonathan's voice was hoarse, he coughed a few times before he could continue, he tried his best to raise his blue eyes to look at Dio - Jonathan had never been like this in Dio's memory Embarrassed.The pain made his muscles tremble, and Jonathan raised the corners of his mouth reluctantly, his smile was exactly the same as when he was a boy. "I, cough... I'm really glad... to see you again." His torn lips were bubbling with blood, "At that time—cough, I didn't... fasten the rope." His eyelids glowed He was bruised and purple, and he could hardly see clearly on one side. The dull pain from Dio's scalp tearing his scalp slowed down his words, "A miracle... happened."

His smile irritated Dio easily.

The blond man gritted his teeth and turned him over with the chair, even his own shirt was lifted—his mind was quickly digesting what Jonathan had just said.rope?He would never believe Jonathan's nonsense. Fifteen years of pain swept through his heart repeatedly, that night of thunderstorms, that damn heat that never stopped, that humiliation of living under the fence.

Dio ferociously rode on Jonathan's belly, clasped his fingers on his enemy's neck, and choked him tightly by the throat.

There is no mercy, no miracles, and no retreat.

Sad anger lit his dark red eyes. "Shut up! Jonathan! Shut up—!" He pressed his thumb against his Adam's apple, "What do you think you did? Do you need my thanks? Godfather." Jonathan patted the back of his hand and breathed heavily As he watched, his cheeks swelled, and the shadow of death was reflected in his dilated pupils.

"Do not……"

The stack of papers behind Jonathan's head woke him up.Dio finally let go, and he pulled Jonathan's shirt from under the sweater vest—the godfather was shaken by the flicker of his movement. "Do you know what I'm going to do?" Dio pulled his blood-stained shirt over his head and wrapped it firmly around Jonathan's head. "You taught me this." The water dripped down the shirt and onto the top of Jonathan's head. "At that time, I fell into the sea, that's the feeling of suffocation, Jonathan." The wet shirt was stuck to Jonathan's face, he breathed extremely hard, and made a sound like an uncontrollable puff, "Uh..."

The pain pleased Dio, and he patted Jonathan on the cheek, "You're not going to die, Jonathan." He leaned closer to the godfather's face, "You don't deserve to die like this." His shirt was stained with blood, and Dio began to fall Two glasses of water, "You promised, trust me." He squeezed Jonathan's left hand, his nails sank into the flesh, he broke Jonathan's wrist abruptly, the bone pierced the skin, and a bloody hole protruded, " That's right—I lied to the entire Joestar family." Jonathan uttered a painful, small cry, "and you only lied to me."

He watched Jonathan struggle.

"Miracle? Let me tell you, JOJO." Dio smiled cruelly.

"You even killed your own children."

Jonathan struggled violently, he made a whining sound, with amazing strength, his shoulder hit the chair behind him, and his leg kicked against the edge of the wooden table.But with the shirt covering his mouth, all he could make was spasmodic and indistinct.Dio applauded, madness written in his dark red eyes, "I always wonder what expression you will have when you know, JOJO." He shook off the excess fabric, reached out and pinched Jonathan's cheek and lifted it up. "I've thought about it countless times." He gritted his teeth and laughed, "Just like now."

"You pushed me down—killed him with your own hands."

Jonathan coughed uncomfortably, vomited some blood from his mouth, and slumped on the chair wearily.The blood made a mess of the man, and when Dio said that, fear appeared in the eyes of the godfather, and he could hardly control his expression——sorrowful pain swallowed his reason. "...No." He whispered, "Ahem...it won't be." Ah, that's it.Dio thought—that pair of eternal firm and calm eyes were about to shed tears, this was punishment, torture, and it was rarely able to make up for his 15 years of despair. "He's dead at sea." He lowered his stake on one end of the scale, waiting for Jonathan's collapse.

Jonathan was silent for a long time, Dio even thought he passed out.

"No, no-" he replied softly but firmly, "I... saw..." Jonathan's eyes stopped on Dio's abdomen, and there was a clear, suture-like wound on Dio's lower abdomen under the shirt, which belonged to childbirth. "Your...wounds..." There's no way that child died in the sea.

Dio Brando stared blankly at the man.His consciousness left the boiling hatred, and he almost admired this person who had been tortured for a long time.Jonathan Joestar is a man who dares to perform miracles, and he never wavers in what he believes to be the truth.So Joe Corat couldn't pry his mouth open, hope was rooted in his heart, supporting his damaged body and tenacious will.Maybe the self that lost control to the point of strangling him was even more stupid.

He decided to stop the boring reminiscence.

Dio stood up calmly, "He's still alive." He sneered and took out a piece from Joe Colate's sugar cube jar, and crushed the thing with two fingers, "Meet him, take what I want Tell me." Dio loosely lifted the long hair on his forehead and smoothed it behind his ears, he licked the remaining blood of Jonathan on his fingertips, "You prayed wrong, JOJO. I was never a miracle, I just want to destroy you."

Giorno appeared at the door of the interrogation room.

Tobio looked at the silent young man suspiciously, "Boss doesn't seem to have told you to go in, Giorno." Dio opened the door and walked out from inside. He pulled Tobio's phone and threw it aside. His collar hit the wall.Dark green pupils emerged, "If you still want your plan, let Giorno in." He put Diablo down, "He is much better than your useless subordinates."

Giorno Giovanna pushed open the creaking iron door - Jonathan vaguely saw the stars resting silently on the young man's neck under his soft golden braids resembling Dior.

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The bright yellow Aventador drew a beautiful arc on the runway of the private airport, the door of the passenger seat was pushed open, revealing the owner's black hat.Dongfang Jousuke came down from the hanging ladder with Rohan on his back. He turned his tutor upside down and complained in a low voice whether he had overdosed the dose—how to explain it now.

Jotaro pinched the brim of his hat calmly, not intending to take Kishibe Rohan from his hand at all.Kakyoin turned off the ignition, and Jousuke helped to open the door of the rear seat. What's going on—he asked Jousuke jokingly with his lips.Carefully putting Luhan in the backseat, Jousuke stretched his sore arms. The eleven-hour long-distance flight and the nerves he couldn't relax made him lie sprawled on the backrest of the backseat, shaking slightly. I yawned.

"Ugh. Jotaro-san, Kakyoin-senpai—" Higashika Josuke was tidily arranging his hair like a large exhausted dog. "It's great to see you again!" He sighed sincerely.Kakyoin glanced at the arm around Rohan's waist in the rearview mirror and winked at Jotaro pointingly, "It looks like your vacation was very rewarding."

"Ehhhhhh!" Finally realizing that Kakyoin's eyes were on Rohan's arm, Higashika Jousuke let go with a blushing groan, "I, I, I, I..." At the next corner Kakyoin frantically pulled Rohan into his arms when he slammed the steering wheel, "I'm worried about Rohan's injury." The high school student scratched the back of his head trying to get away with it. "This holiday is really miserable! It's not great!"

"Jousuke-kun." Kakyoin's voice came from the front row, "What, what's the matter, senior?" Kakyoin's voice couldn't hold back the smile, "Rohan is awake." Higashikayosuke received a solid punch on the chin , Kishibe Rohan blushed and released his tightly strangled upper body from Jousuke's arms. There was an unconscious ending in his voice, "You're making noise, Jousuke." He shook his head and straightened himself up quickly. Sit down, "Mr. Jotaro, Kakyoin-senpai." Kakyoin looked at his red ears and nodded amusedly, "Long time no see, Rohan."

Jotaro reached out and grabbed the seat belt calmly.

Kakyoin stepped on the brakes tacitly.

"Again--!"

The two people in the back seat flew forward, forehead to forehead and face to face, and hit the backrest in the front row with a snap. "Senior Kakyoin's driving skills are still so fierce." "Just think you're praising me." Kakyoin smiled and rubbed the junior's head, "Ahhh my hairstyle!"

"You're really making noise, Higashija Jousuke."

Taking advantage of the time when the two were separated, Jotaro turned his head from the front seat and leaned halfway over.He handed a fancy book to Dongfang Jousuke, "This is a gift that Jonathan is going to give you. He wants to give it to you when you come back to Italy." Dongfang Jousuke reached out to take the thing—it turned out that he was chasing the book. Josuke would bet that Jonathan was absolutely, absolutely not interested in any of the comics about superheroes.He couldn't even remember if he had spoken to Jonathan.They were always polite, hasty calls, ending with a gentle "goodbye" from Jonathan.

Jotaro tossed another thing to him, "This is what I want to give you. Although a year early." He had to put down the manga and took the firearm with both hands - a beautiful Beretta 92F, the handle His name is engraved on it.Jotaro turned his back to them, his back looked strong, reliable and indestructible, "You chose to join the family war."

"Then be mentally prepared."

Dongfang Jousuke put the comic book in his arms, gripped the gun with his name engraved on it, and lazily replied vaguely.Kishibe Rohan could not read the slightest bit of laziness from his eyes, and the young man's right arm holding the gun showed undulating muscle lines.He may not be eager for war, but he is certainly ready.

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Venice has a timeless charm.Caesar grabbed Joseph's hand and was distracted while running forward - it has been several months since the carnival, but tourists wearing carnival masks can still be seen on the street.They broke into a craft store, and Joseph pulled out the bills in his wallet, and without looking up, he tore two from the wall.He pushed the mask over Sisar's head with great force.

"run--!"

Gunshots sounded behind them, and hurried footsteps came from the stone brick road under their feet.Caesar's voice sounded very displeased, "Who the hell have you provoked?" He stopped the car on the long street and turned suddenly into the alley.While apologizing, Joseph unceremoniously overturned the linen on the fruit stand, and all kinds of fruits rolled all over the floor. "To be honest, I don't know." Joseph pulled Xi Sa through the residential buildings full of laundry, "but I have always been in trouble." In fact, Joseph guessed a little bit of the other party's intentions—the gang People are from the same faction that attacked Jousuke in Las Vegas.They are like leeches surrounding the Joestar family, once they find signs of returning to the Naples manor, they will attack.

What's more, he just obtained the key to locate the arsenal.

These are what he usually annoys the most - but Jonathan gave this thing to him.He promised Jotaro that he wouldn't go there empty-handed, and Joseph didn't want to be beaten into the wall by the junior.

Caesar lifted the children's T-shirt that fell on his head in the confusion, and he kicked Joseph's ass angrily. "So where do we have to go, troublemaker." Joseph held his buttocks and checked the pursuers left and right, "Go back to the 'nest' in Venice, Dosso Douro 67—your sisters are waiting for you there .”

"understood."

There are pursuers pouring in from the left, right and behind.

"I'll lead the way."

They ran towards the end of the dead end.

Under the low stone wall of the terrace at the entrance is the rippling blue waves—"I'll count to three, two, and one." "Cesar—wait—!" Caesar grabbed Joseph by the waist and threw him into After leisurely rowing the gondola, the splashing waves were splashed on the surrounding brightly colored buildings. "Mamamia." Caesar smiled and drove the frightened boatman and the visiting girls to the shore together. "I am very sorry, beautiful lady. If..." Joseph grabbed him by the back of the collar and pulled him away. Overturned, a bullet hit the water next to his ear.

"You can save your love story and tell me alone later."

Several bullets grazed the ivy on the old building and shot heavily onto the water. "Welcome aboard the Zeppelin." They rowed vigorously—Venice was Cesar A. Zeppelin's domain.The sound of the motorboat was gradually approaching them. The metal hull hit the gondola and the wooden boat was shaken halfway, and Xi Salem was thrown into the water.The bullets passed through the hull of the wooden boat and splashed on the river—Joseph rushed over and grabbed Sisar's arm, "Be careful—!" The man standing on the bow of the motorboat aimed at the back of Joseph's head.

The Italian took Joseph's pistol out of Joseph's pocket in a flash.

He was half submerged in the water, the river rushing into his nostrils.He aimed with blank eyes, and he didn't even have time to take off the mask that Joseph had just put on his face.

Caesar held the gun and pulled the trigger continuously.

Despite poor aim, he blew up the launch's fuel tank.Joseph jumped into the water with the thrust of the explosion, and the high-velocity bullets passed through their heads and limbs.Making a downward gesture to remind the other party not to show their heads, Joseph pushed Sisar into his arms and tried his best to hold his breath. The slowly passing clouds cast bright and dark shadows on top of their heads.Due to the lack of oxygen, Xi Sa struggled slightly, and a string of bubbles surfaced.Joseph opened his eyes, and the ripples of the waves passed before his eyes. He threw the lit phone out of the water, and the intensive gunfire cut through the gentle river.Taking advantage of the gap, he raised his head, bullet marks quickly appeared on his cheeks and neck, and he immediately dived back into the water again, pinching Sisar's chin to pass the air for the dizzy man.

— Thank goodness they were both lucky.

The headlights of the oncoming speedboat dazzled people.

Siji Q held the signaling device and gestured, "I told you, the Boss knows the way!" The tall Russian man set up his gun and chased him with full power.Joseph climbed up from the water staggeringly and wetly. He fell on the unclean deck and refused to get up.Siji Q shrugged his shoulders out of curiosity, but Xi Sa stretched out his hand to grab him, but he staggered, "Just now..." the Italian sat next to him with his head bowed, and water dripped across his cheeks. .Joseph supported his head and bent his eyes. He reached out and rubbed Sisar's wet birthmark, "After all, it is considered to be taking you home to meet people, so you can't get hurt."

Tbc

The end of the performance Small Theater 1

Big Joe: I'm in pain 155551

Velvet: Mom! ! ! !My father is dying! ! ! !

Dio: jojo is still weak

Velvet:? ? ?

DIO: Leave us alone for 15 years, it hurts you to death.

Velvet: Mom, you are too involved in the drama x

Theater 2

Author: I'm sorry, I have been helping you for more than ten hours. I originally wanted you to...

Jousuke (dog eyes): Let me! ! ! !

Lu Ban (appears out of nowhere): Black Mosquito––

Author: Oh.Let's have a good game...