【jojo five parts】【velvet rice】Deliberately Shortsighted

Although the two of them were so tired that they wanted to sleep all the time, the departure date of the cruise ship was approaching.When I went to see Bugarati at the meeting place the next day, Mista struggled to pull himself out of bed, and politely declined Bugarati's offer to ask him to sit down. "I can just stand," he said in a nonchalant tone, while trying his best to ignore Giorno's meaningful gaze, "There are too many people, and sitting is very crowded."

Bugarati looked around the empty room strangely. "Okay...well." The team leader began to explain the results of the investigation one by one.

Giorno swayed to stand next to Mista calmly, the elbows of the two rubbed together, obviously not a suitable personal distance, Mista gave him a warning glance, but the latter ignored him and still squeezed Standing close to him.Mista slapped him covertly a few times, but was blocked by the man.

"...From the list we have so far, we haven't found any suspicious points, but we can't rule out the possibility that someone boarded the ship with a forged identity. Because it is private property, without evidence, it may be difficult for us to apply for an investigation order. Bring it I will lead a team to monitor your monitoring equipment and weapons, and we have to prepare for the worst." While speaking, Bugarati glared at Mista several times, and finally couldn't help it anymore: "Mista , are you listening carefully?"

"Of course, boss." Mista nodded sharply, and in the middle of nodding, he realized that he had been giggling for the past few minutes, and immediately put on a serious expression.

"You...forget it," Buccarati pinched the bridge of his nose, "Trixiu, check their equipment again. If there is nothing wrong, Mista, you go first. Keep in touch. Giorno, please stay , let me say a few words to you."

Trish remained expressionless the entire time, his eyes glued to the small electronic device.However, when Mista walked out, the girl quickly gave Mista a thumbs up with Bugarati on her back.You're welcome, she mouthed, and at the same time turned her head in Giorno's direction.Mista grinned.woman.

That night they met the young man from that day again in the club.

"Hey! It's you!" Dobio's eyes lit up when he saw them.

Giorno also greeted him with a smile. "Nice to see you again, what a coincidence. Do you come every day?"

The young man shook his head. "No. I have something to do these past two days, so I can't come here. How about you? Uh, don't get me wrong, I'm not snooping, and I'm not a stalker... I just really... like you very much. After meeting that day, I was thinking that I could see you again in the past two nights, but I didn't expect to be caught by something..."

"We don't come here every day," Giorno explained, noticing a bruise on the man's eye socket, "What happened to your face?"

Dobbio sighed. "Oh, don't mention it. Someone accused me of stealing, and the police arrested me and locked me up for two days. Well, this is what I was beaten in the detention center. But I really didn't steal anything... Alas, I have been out of my mind for the past two days It's so messy, I can't remember many things vaguely, maybe it's because I was hit on the head..."

detention center?Mista immediately regained his energy, but still listened with his head down.Now he has been able to adapt to his role very well.Giorno reached out his hand to brush his back at the right time, indicating that the signal was received, and asked Dobio with concern: "Are you okay?"

Dobbio nodded. "It's just a few hits, it's nothing serious—everyone who goes in has to get a few hits, you bastards. But I was let out after only squatting in it for two days."

Giorno opened his eyes slightly, he was a little surprised that his mouth was dirty, and asked again: "Did they find out that you were wronged?"

"I don't know. Anyway, they said I was sick, so they kicked me out. What's wrong with me? Why don't I know..." Dobiou said indignantly, "I think it must be those scumbags who found out that they were doing something wrong." I made a mistake and refused to admit it, deliberately making up lies to deceive me."

"If they really made a mistake, you can sue them. If you need legal help, I can introduce you to a lawyer I know." Jolu Norton paused, "But then again, you can come out sooner. After all, what Everyone is locked up there, it's very dangerous."

"Yeah!" Dobio stopped, looked around carefully, motioned Giorno and Mista to approach, and then whispered nervously: "I'm telling you, when I was in the detention center, there was Individuals were killed."

"How come?" Giorno pretended to be surprised, frowned and asked, "Aren't there a lot of policemen there?"

"I don't know the specifics, and someone else told me about it," Dobio replied, "I heard that he had a conflict with someone, and then the other party killed him while he was going to the bathroom... Tsk, it's scary..."

"It was scary. It's a good thing you're not there anymore," Giorno comforted.After chatting for a few more words, Dobio said he had something to do and said goodbye to them hastily.Giorno also showed a little tiredness on his face. The man was still in the recovery stage, and his physical strength was obviously exhausted. Mista moved closer to him, trying to support him a little; but the blond man was still standing with his back straight. , refused to rely on Mista at all.This occasion and his identity did not leave him the slightest room to show weakness.It wasn't until the two of them walked to the sidelines and sat down that Giorno let out a soft breath.Mista looked at the opponent's stiff back, and thought of pulling him back countless times in his mind, but he knew that this was not allowed, and besides, Giorno had his own intentions, he should stay by the opponent's side and trust the judgment of the opponent .But maybe...he could do something else.

"Sir," he whispered.

Giorno motioned for him to continue.

Mista hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was feasible, but determined to give it a try: "Sir, I want to give you a massage. I want...I want you to relax and feel better."

Giorno said nothing.Mista lowered her head and waited.After a long while, the blond man said: "You are thinking about me, this is a great improvement, Mista, I am really very happy. But I can't accept it. It's not because of you, but because of my injuries. No, I'm afraid not."

Mista was happy at first, but then a little disappointed. "I'm sorry, sir, but I wasn't careful."

"Don't say that, Mista." Giorno looked at him with his head down, thought for a while and said, "But my leg is not hurt."

Mista stared at Giorno with wide eyes, who raised the corners of his mouth and nodded.Mista tentatively pressed Giorno's well-proportioned calf. Under the soft fabric were firm and powerful muscles, like a tiger cage covered with satin, which was fascinating.Following the massage, Mista felt Giorno's muscles gradually relax, and the man's fingers were gently rolling between the ends of his hair.

He groped down and grabbed Giorno's ankle. The ankle skeleton was small and delicate, seemingly unbearable, and easy to bend. It was useless in his hand, like a swan's neck.Mista thought of the young Achilles.I don't know if he would let Patroclus hold his ankle like this when he played with him, that secret and deadly vulnerability.Giorno also unabashedly showed Mista his most broken side, and told him his cowardice that he never revealed to others.Giorno is his Achilles.Mista wanted to bow his head and kiss those ankles, just because the emotions in his heart were surging, he wanted to hold them in his arms and swear to protect them.And he did.

After the end, Mista sat quietly on the side, waiting for Giorno to speak.Giorno looked at him deeply, then pulled him into a deep kiss. "Thank you, Mista," the blond man said. "Here's the reward, my boy."

"This is what I should do." Mista sank in contentedly. "Thank you, sir."

After Giorno kissed Mista's face flushed, he finally let him go. "Let's go home," his voice was a little hoarse, "you still have a lot to do."

The next day, Mista woke up early.The cruise ship departs in the afternoon.They still have half a day to prepare.

He had breakfast with Giorno - he was used to the two of them sitting at the table together, not to mention Giorno was still dabbing in his shampoo, which made the man smell like him in the early morning (Terry Hugh didn't bother to point it out), which made Mista feel better, but Mista retaliated and gave Giorno hot milk instead of coffee. The objective reason was that the coffee was all gone, but this only accounted for A small point, and most of the rest are subjective reasons: he is simply finding fault with him.Giorno naturally refuted back, and became the final winner after several rounds of confrontation.That's nothing new, considering you're up against a high-ranking brat who talks dirty and looks as calm as the weather.Mista wanted to meet Giorno's father for a moment, to see what kind of person could teach such a person.

After breakfast, Mista went out to buy coffee and medicine for Giorno.The man's injury is mostly healed (so what did he eat to grow up? Genetically modified vegetables?), and he only needs one or two more medicines.On the way, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to return the video tape, and it would expire if he didn't return it today.Mista cursed and walked back. After taking two steps, the back of his head suddenly felt a sharp pain.

I'm afraid that damn video is really about to expire.It was the last thought on his mind before he passed out.

****

Mista woke up with a splitting headache and a strange dizziness.He felt that he was falling on the ground with his hands tied, so he didn't rush to open his eyes, pretending to be still fainted, while erecting his ears to listen to the movement around him.There was only the sound of footsteps lingering around, and Mista quietly opened his eyes.He was in a room that looked like a hotel or something, and the door was guarded.Mista didn't know if there were other people outside the door, he carefully peeped at the room furnishings while secretly calculating.

Making up his mind, he groaned and pretended to just wake up.The guard at the door immediately strode over and kicked him. "Be honest," the man said.

Mista moaned even harder, leaning towards the man, pretending to be terrified: "Where is this? Who are you?"

Seeing this, the guard raised his foot and kicked him again, but he dodged away, still leaning on the opponent's leg. "You fucking——" The guard bent down, intending to grab Mista and throw him away. Mista wanted this opportunity.He slammed into the opponent's nose, and the opponent let out a scream, clutching his bleeding nose and backed away again and again. Mista stumbled at the right moment, and the person fell backwards screaming and slammed his head on the wall. Passed out.Mista didn't have time to check it, and immediately smashed the fitting mirror on the wall, picked up a piece, rushed to the closet, and hid in it.

Not long after, he heard a mess of footsteps.Mista couldn't tell how many people there were. He could hear someone yelling angrily, and there was the sound of fists hitting the flesh from time to time. It sounded like the hapless guard had been severely beaten.

Damn it!Useless idiot!The voice was still yelling.Go out and find it!Turn him out, alive or dead!

Several people responded and rushed out of the room.

Mista held her breath and waited patiently.Beyond the faint cry of pain from the guard, he sensed that the danger was still not far away.Sure enough, the voice rang again after a while.

"They're all stupid, hopeless trash. I'm so disappointed." Mista heard that voice suddenly became very soft, and she didn't get angry anymore. Instead, she seemed to be coaxing a child, and she couldn't tell. The weirdness made his hairs stand on end. "But you are different, you are more obedient than them, and you are much more capable than them. Although you failed to catch the blond boy-you have already been punished for this, but you will never let this one escape, yes No, my Cyco?"

There were a few woo-woo sounds.Mista couldn't tell what it was.He didn't even know if it was human.This is so weird.Mista held her breath nervously.

"Well, well, well! That's it, Cyco," said the voice. "Let's go, let's turn that guy out and kill him cluck. Huh? What are you talking about? This guy on the ground? Yes, we'll just throw him out. Okay, good, Cyco!"

The guard's sobs disappeared with the sound of footsteps and dragging, and Mista tried his best not to think about the end of that man.He waited for a while before slowly getting out of the closet.The moment he stood on the ground, he felt a slight shaking again. He thought it was the sequelae of being hit on the head, so he shook his head and walked cautiously towards the door.

Outside the door was an empty corridor, and Mista ran towards the exit.Judging from the conversation just heard, Giorno hadn't been caught yet, but those people didn't intend to stop.He had to escape quickly, inform Giorno, and join Bugarati.Mista ran fast, and the sunlight slanted in from the window in the corridor. Since he just got out of the dark closet, he was dazed for a while and couldn't keep his eyes open.He rushed forward a few more steps, suddenly, as if realizing something, he stopped abruptly, staring at the window in a daze.He knew that at any moment someone might run up to see him and yell loudly to take him back.But he couldn't control his astonishment, and walked over in disbelief and stretched out his hand to the glass.

Outside is a boundless blue sea.He is on a cruise ship.

****

Mista immediately realized that something was wrong.When he and Giorno secretly investigated the club, they got the admission ticket, but they were tied up. There was only one explanation: his identity was exposed.How did you expose it?How long has it been exposed?It sounds like Giorno was also found, where is the man now, is he safe?In an instant, countless questions flooded into his mind, Mista gritted his teeth and continued to run towards the stairwell.He had to determine where he was, find a way to notify Bugarati, and then escape.The goal is clear, the only problem is how to accomplish these things before being caught by those crazy people.

He quickly climbed the stairs, intending to sneak into the cockpit to check the situation.Suddenly footsteps came from below, and Mista immediately became alert, and turned into the deck corridor. There were closed guest room doors on both sides, and Mista could barely hide behind half of the decorative partition wall.The sound of hurried footsteps approaching, Mista's heart swayed, thinking that if he jumped out unexpectedly, he might be able to knock down a few of them. Just as he was about to make a move, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly. Just as Mista was about to fight back, he saw someone coming. He was stunned for a moment, the other party was wearing the clothes of a waiter, taking advantage of his startled time, he dragged the mop into a guest room.The man closed the door quickly but silently, then leaned against the door and listened nervously.

Only then did Mista come back to her senses. "You—" Before he finished speaking, he was pulled into his arms by the other party, and his mouth was tightly covered.Messy footsteps passed by the door, and Mista stopped immediately, and the other party let go only after the person left, and patted the folds on the clothes leisurely, looking at him from time to time.

All right.Sometimes you have to admit that some people can be handsome even in a critical situation.Such as Giorno Giovanna.

"Why are you here?" Mista just breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly became nervous again, "Did they catch you?"

"No, I came up by myself." Giorno touched the strangle marks on Mista's wrist, "Are you okay?"

Mista nodded briefly. "It's okay, they didn't do anything to me, but it's hard to say after that, so far at least two perverts can't wait to catch me. I'd rather jump into the sea than fall into their hands." He remembered That weird conversation shook. "By the way, are you here alone? Does Bugarati know we're here?"

Giorno shook his head. "After you disappeared in the morning, we searched for you separately, but there was no result. Later, when the boat was about to sail, I was worried that you might be on board, so I tried to sneak in, but I didn't have time to contact Bugarati. "

"Where's your communication device?"

"There's water. But that's not a problem. I stole the waiter's key card. We can find any phone. The main problem is," Giorno said, "where are we now?"

"What do you mean where are we now?" Mista asked in confusion.

"I took a look around when I came up, and this ship is by no means as simple as it looks on the surface." Giorno looked serious, "It's not too big to ignore, and a ship of this size is likely to be controlled The center let it go by default, and I don't think they will actively communicate with the VTS. And I observed that everyone is searched before boarding the ship. Normal cruise ship security is not so strict. If they plan to do anything on the ship, they will definitely Buy out the control post in the sea area along the way in advance."

"So," Mista frowned, "we are equivalent to hiding in the sea now?"

"Almost, but the ship will always return to port, but we don't have that much time. Like you said, there are a lot of people out there waiting to catch us. So we have to act as soon as possible, contact Bugarati, and then think Way to leave." Giorno looked at Mista, "There is a place that can help us figure out where we are right away—"

cockpit.Mista nodded knowingly. "I was going there before I was stopped by you."

"It's too inaccurate to say 'intercept'," Giorno sighed, complaining half-truthfully: "The only thing I intercepted was their plan to catch you and throw you into the sea, but in the end they didn't even say thank you arrive."

"Oh, didn't I say that?" Mista rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. "I'm sorry I just woke up after being knocked out, and my brain hasn't recovered to the best state. - Put your hands down, Giorno, you dare to rub my head!"

Giorno put down his hands graciously, as if nothing had happened. "Look, I just wanted to remind you that it doesn't sound like anyone's out there, so hurry up if we're going to get out."

Mista glared at him suspiciously, but opened the door cautiously, and rushed out in front of the man.

They used Giorno's waiter to pretend to steal a cart as a cover, and arrived at the cockpit floor without any risk. The captain had already gone to the lounge, and the second officer and the helmsman were on duty.Giorno and Mista exchanged glances, the latter hid aside, Giorno knocked on the door, and entered the cockpit alone.Mista waited for a while, and heard a scream from inside, followed by a few curses. He guessed that Giorno was pouring coffee on some unlucky ghost as planned, so he couldn't help grinning amusedly. The man took advantage of the chaos to check his bearings.After a while, Giorno backed out while apologizing repeatedly. Seeing Mista, the man made a silent gesture, and the two hurried back to the previous room and locked the door.

"Are you sure about your location?" Mista asked.

"Okay," Giorno said simply.For some reason, the man looked cold and his jaw was tense.Mista recognized this, it was the man holding back his anger. "But I found something else."

Mista reached out to cover Giorno's arm. "Hey, what's up?" he asked softly.

Giorno suddenly looked up at Mista, his eyes were burning with anger. "This is a drug ship, Mista," he said, his voice trembling with anger and disbelief. "They were smuggling on this ship. And that party—it wasn't a party at all, it was a drug graveyard."

"What?" Mista asked incredulously, the matter was more serious than he thought.

Giorno nodded heavily, "I saw it from the monitor. Although I only had time to glance at it, it was enough for me to recognize what those people were doing. Believe me, except for those drug makers, probably We, the Narcotics Division, are the most familiar with this set of things. After the smugglers bring the goods, they directly make the finished products on the ship, and then let the "tourists" take them out. Tools and scraps can be thrown into the sea, so convenient, no wonder we never Can't find it."

"No," Mista shook his head, "Then why did he ask us to come on board? If everything was as usual, we should have drawn a lottery ticket—if this was really a drug search ship, they would never want to let Outsiders came up."

"Not everyone is involved," Giorno analyzed. "Only drug dealers on a boat is too conspicuous, even with disguises, you will still notice that the same people board every time. I guess they are using us as a cover. Even if these real tourists find out It is also very simple, there are too many ways for people to disappear without a sound, not to mention we are at sea."

Mista felt a chill run up her spine.He finally understood why those two people were discussing to "throw out" the hapless guard.

"And I guess," Giorno said in a cold tone with a very ugly face, "they will also sell drugs to other people, and when those who are planning to party because they are on a cruise ship let their guard down--voluntarily, involuntarily That’s okay, once you get on it, it’s hard to control yourself.”

Mista was silent for a while. "Now what?"

"Notify Bucciarati first," Giorno thought for a while, and instructed: "Then let's find a safe place, you hide it, and I will go out to investigate the situation and see if I can collect some evidence. Your identity has been confirmed. Expose, don't take any chances."

"Isn't it a risk if you go? I don't know about others, but at least the two lunatics chasing me want your life," Mista retorted, "And, do you really think I can hide obediently? Especially when Know when you were alone with a bunch of drug dealers?"

"I guess not." Giorno sighed with a helpless smile.

"Ding dong, congratulations for the correct answer. Ten points for Gryffindor." Mista snorted. "Come on, little lion. Get a phone, and then we'll go to the party."

****

Bugarati told them both to hide and wait for the police to board the boat.While lowering his head and following closely behind Giorno, Mista was worried that if the team leader knew that the two of them acted without authorization again (why did they say again), would they throw them into the sea before the enemy to feed the fish? .He carefully weighed which one was more painful for him, being caught by the enemy or being caught by Bugarati. The former meant losing his life, but the latter would stare at you with that sad look, as if you stole The milk of the granny next door even kicked her dog, which made people condemned from conscience.I hope Bugarati can let him go because he was hit hard on the head today.

"Going in." They came to the door of the party hall, and the crazy electronic music and restless drums could be heard clearly.Giorno reminded in a low voice: "It's fine as usual, don't be nervous, I'm here."

"This small scene still can't scare me." Mista couldn't hold back, and muttered: "...Besides, it's as if you are not the biggest reason for my nervousness all the time." The truth.

"Oh? Well I hope it's the good kind of 'nervous,'" Giorno said. "Also, I appreciate your optimism in the face of pressure, Mista."

So, Jesus, my Lord, it would be a shame to be crucified for this kind of person.

"Thank you for the compliment," Mista sighed, "I also admire you for facing a room full of people who are high and two crazy people who don't know when they will come out and tear our intestines out to feed the fish. You must also calmly speak yellow accents, how to put it, persistent."

"I prefer to call it kindness to ease the atmosphere." Giorno said sincerely.Who are you kidding?

Walking into the ballroom, they were immediately engulfed in the loud music and dazzling laser light. People's eyes were morbidly frenzied, and they writhed crazily with the passionate drumbeat, but this also created convenience for them. In such a crowded and dim place, it is difficult for them to be spotted by the enemy.

"You wait here, I'll see if I can get some as evidence." Giorno disappeared into the crowd after speaking.

Mista used the crowd on the dance floor as a cover to look around, and saw that the waiters were not shy about carrying drinks and small bags containing white powder in the booths, delivering them to the guests' tables for people to smoke. The drug addicts have different expressions, while chatting and laughing, they take a sip slowly, knowing that they are in the middle of the unattended sea. There are also many people who are obviously panicked. They seem to be newbies, but they are half-pushed and half-pulled. After a few strokes, they also became unscrupulous, twisting and joining the carnival crowd, and some even messed around in the booth on the spot, wanton indulgence under the stimulation of drugs.What Giorno said was right, the party was just a cover, it was a chaotic and crazy drug den, and Mista clenched his fists as he looked at some of the young people who were obviously at a problem age.

"I got it." Giorno returned to him. "I stole some from a deck. Come on, let's get out of here." They hugged each other like they were dancing face to face, and no one was suspicious.

"Gioruno," Mista whispered in his ear, his voice was so calm that he was surprised, "We will send these drug scumbags to prison one by one. We will never let any one go."

Giorno looked at him deeply, the same fire burning in his eyes. "I know," he said firmly, "I swear I will."

The two walked through the chaotic crowd while pretending to be intimate. "Can you escape?" Mista asked softly. "lifeboat?"

Giorno shook his head. "I'm afraid it will be difficult. I've only read about how to do it in a magazine, but I haven't tried it. Besides, the ship is still moving, and it's too dangerous to put it down. We'd better go back and hide it until—"

Before the words were finished, the deafening music suddenly stopped, and people complained of confusion and dissatisfaction.The stage screen then lit up, and a man with green hair stood in the center of the screen.

"Did everyone have a good time?" The man's voice came from all directions through the ship's radio.

Mista's heart skipped a beat.He recognized the voice, one of the two men in the room who threatened to capture him dead or alive.Although I don't know what will happen next, it must not be a good thing.Without thinking about talking, he grabbed Giorno's arm, quickly blocked the crowd, and ran towards the door.It was rare for Giorno to see him so flustered, so he followed closely without asking any further questions, but after taking two steps, the two of them froze in place when they were shocked by the picture on the screen.

On the screen was an enlarged police ID.Mista stared blankly at the photo of his own face on the ID.

"Let's play a game." The voice giggled and sounded creepy: "As you can see, an unwelcome person has sneaked into the boat, hiding in the dark like a gutter mouse, Waiting to spoil our party. It's annoying, right? Come on, let's find him! He's hiding on this boat, whether it's in the stairwell, or in the seam of the deck, let's dig him out of the corner together , catch him! he can't escape! what else do i want to say, let me think... oh yes, a prize! the first person to catch him will get a very, very rich prize - money too The boss is very generous in this regard. Don’t just stand there, move quickly, hurry up, hurry up, the game begins now!”

The crowd cheered and became agitated, whispering excitedly, gearing up and throwing themselves into the "game" one after another.

Giorno reacted very quickly, and before the broadcast was finished, he pressed Mista's face into his neck, pretended to be a couple making out, and moved towards the door, but he couldn't hold back the enthusiasm The crowd was about to move, the two of them were like a small boat, hit by the crowded and chaotic flow of people with difficulty.While pushing and shoving, a person slammed into Mista's body, causing Mista to stagger.

"Sorry!" the man said loudly. "Hey, wait, you're not—"

The man's yelling made several people around turn their heads.Without thinking about it, Mista hit the man in the face with a punch, and the man fell to the ground. Giorno grabbed Mista and ran towards the exit. The man's palms were covered with sweat.They almost went head-on, bolting down the hallway.

"Don't let him run away!" came the sound of footsteps and shouts behind him.

"Get out of the way! Damn it!" Mista waved his arms, pushing the people in the corridor aside, and he couldn't care less about apologizing right now.They broke into a room that looked like a screening theater.Entering the darkness all of a sudden made Mista feel uncomfortable for a short time. After his eyes returned to normal, he saw clearly that the people in the room turned their heads and looked at them.There was a terrible silence for a while, only the protagonist on the screen was chanting his lines in vain, and loudly showing off the stag he had just caught, but no one cared, and a more grand hunt was going on.

"It's him! Catch him!" A shrill cry cut through the air.Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise from the collision of seats, and some people couldn't wait to squeeze through the aisle, and simply turned over the back of the chair and rushed towards Mista.Mista dodged a yelling guy who jumped on him, grabbed his arm and knocked him down.

"Run!" Giorno pushed him violently.The two stumbled towards the door in the dark, and before they could catch their breath, someone spotted them from afar. "He's here!" They had no choice but to continue running, not daring to stop. From time to time, someone shouted to report their position along the way. Strange tourists, sailors, and waiters all abandoned their work and participated in the search with high spirits. During the process, they chased and blocked the two of them, as if the whole boat had become their enemy, and everyone scrambled to reach out their hands, happily pushing them to hell.Mista didn't know whether they were for the so-called "reward" or simply enjoying this crazy hunting.It seems that on this steel island isolated in the middle of the sea, civilization and morality have been left behind, chaos and barbarism are clamoring for carnival, and the air is full of sick enthusiasm.Mista felt like she was going to throw up.

"Turn right!" Giorno shouted.Mista jumped down the steps in twos and threes, turned into the elevator room, and frantically pressed and closed the door, with Giorno following closely behind.The pursuers were shut out, kicking the elevator doors angrily, while several others ran for the stairs.

Mista was stuck against the wall, as if collapsed, gasping for breath.Giorno was not much better either, and said out of breath, "Go to the deck. There are lifeboats there."

Mista turned to look at Giorno's side face, and moved to the man's sleeve, where there was a dark red stain on it.

"Mista?" Giorno called him, and at the same time turned slightly sideways, the small piece of sleeve was cleverly covered. "Are you listening? When the elevator stops, we'll run straight to the lifeboat."

Mista withdrew his gaze, nodded, clenched his hands in his trouser pockets into fists, and his nails sank deep into his palms.

With a ding, the elevator arrived.They had to run down a corridor and then through a hall to reach the side of the ship where the rescue capsule was located.Fortunately, there was no one in the hallway, and it appeared that the pursuers had not yet arrived.Seeing the opportunity, Mista took out the universal room card from Giorno's pocket, opened a room, and pushed Giorno in.The blond man was startled, and immediately reacted, reached out and grabbed Mista, and brought him in as well.At the same time as the door was closed, Mista was slammed against the door by the man, causing his back to hurt.

"What are you doing?!" Giorno's eyes were startled and angry, Mista seldom saw him so out of control.

"You're wasting your time," Mista said quietly.He hid his slightly trembling hands in his trouser pockets, hoping that Giorno would not notice.

"No." Giorno calmed down and said sharply, "Don't even think about it, Mista."

"You don't know what I want to do yet."

"No matter what you want to do, either we are together or there is no way."

Why doesn't he understand? "Don't go crazy, Giorno!" Mista pushed Giorno away, gritted his teeth, and said, "Are you deaf or blind? Didn't you see that guy didn't know you were on the boat, so you revealed your identity." It's me and it's me they're after. You can't--I beg you