【jojo five parts】【velvet rice】Deliberately Shortsighted

Whoever, they'd be willing to empty their wallets for this little gadget.What's more, it's specially made. Although it's only a small tube, it's enough to make you so excited that you forget what your name is.Am I nice to you? "

Mista quickened her hand movements, but couldn't stop the slowly approaching needle.His heart was pounding in his throat, and this frightened him more than any torture: he didn't know if he would be able to stay awake after the injection, and if he couldn't, then he and Giorno would lose their escape completely Even if they get away with it at best, he'll have to spend time cleaning himself up, and he doesn't even know how addictive this thing is.

"You have been in that club all the time," Giorno said suddenly, but facing the direction of the mirror, "You can't hide in the dark all the time, otherwise how can you judge whether the information reported to you is accurate? You have to You have to have trustworthy ears and eyes, but you don’t want people to know your identity, so the safest way is that you are your own information portal. If you infer this way, you will definitely appear at the club scene, but our investigation Haven't seen anyone in the club that feels like you. How did you do it?"

Cyco and Chocrat also stopped and looked in the direction of the mirror, without interrupting Giorno's exploration of Diablo's identity in the first place.Mista secretly made a note of this.The two men didn't seem all that loyal either.

The man behind the mirror chuckled softly. "Nice attempt, Giorno, but unfortunately it didn't work."

"You won't seek cover from your accomplices. There is a high probability that you will be alone. However, even if you disguise your appearance, it's hard to hide your aura, especially in such a club, it's hard not to be noticed," Giorno continued to press , "But you are completely hidden in it. What have you done? ...Or, maybe we went in the wrong direction at the beginning." He stared at the mirror tightly, thoughtfully.

"Or maybe people's attention is more easily attracted by other people," Diablo evaded the answer, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you two for always becoming the focus and grabbing everyone's attention. That's also I noticed your opportunity. To be honest, Giorno, Mista, I admire you very much. Your small punishments with a sense of redemption, savage but restrained, the tension of contradictions is fascinating, watching You slowly changed from refusing to trust each other to being loyal to each other, believing that the other party is your only one. What a wonderful transformation. If it wasn’t for a little conflict between us later, and your cute little friend’s police status, I originally wanted to You are invited to enjoy yourself aboard this ship."

"So that lottery ticket—"

Diablo interrupted Giorno with a laugh. "You don't really think you're that lucky, do you? But I did change my mind temporarily and let you be drawn. Unexpectedly, what the poor bastard in the detention center told me surprised me, but from the results Look, I'm still in control." After a short pause, he changed the subject and said with reprimand and impatience: "We've talked enough. Chocolat, Sai Ke, I asked you to come Are you standing there as a display?"

"Sorry, boss," Chocolat muttered. "Hey, Sai Ke, hurry up and do it!"

Sai Ke nodded, picked up the syringe and stabbed at Mista.Mista waited until his eyes were fixed on the needle, and when he was defenseless against others, he twisted his body suddenly, grabbed the syringe with his hands, inserted it into Sai Ke's eye socket, and pushed most of the tube in.Sai Ke uttered a horrible scream, stumbled back and fell to the ground, covered his eyes and rolled over twice, and passed out from the pain.

Chocolat was taken aback, "Sek? Damn it! You useless idiot!" Cursing, he rushed to the cabinet and found a small revolver, turned around and aimed at Mista, but He was knocked crooked by Giorno, who rushed forward with the chair, and the pistol fell to the ground.Giorno kicked at Mista, and Mista picked up the gun, pointed at Qiaocolat who was fleeing towards the door, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.Chocolat was shot twice in the back, fell forward to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

Mista pulled off the gag, and while carefully staring at Chocolat's body, he hurried over to untie Giorno. "I'll do the rest myself," Giorno said, staring in the direction of the one-way mirror, "don't tell him to run away."

There was no movement behind the mirror.Mista was worried that Diablo had slipped away, and even called someone to clean them up. He immediately dived to the one-way mirror. When he passed by the body of Chocolat, he hesitated, and knelt down to pick up the other person's body. The bullets that have not yet been loaded in the hand.There were still four left in the revolver. On the one hand, Mista was worried that it would not be enough to deal with Diablo and the thugs who might break in at any time. On the other hand, you know, the number four always made him feel nervous.

"Mista! Don't go there!" Giorno saw that there was no blood flowing from the bullet hole on Chocolat's back, and he immediately understood, and shouted in panic, "That's a trap! He's wearing a body armor !"

It was too late when Mista realized.Chocolat jumped up suddenly, picked up the chair beside him, and smashed it down hard.Mista only had time to protect his head, but there was a piercing pain in his arm. The gun dropped from his hand, and Chocolat bent down to pick it up. Mista didn't care about the same arm that was about to be broken in pain, and rushed forward to press the gun down. under the body.

"Mista!" Giorno yelled, pulling away the rope binding his legs.Chocolat glanced at him, then at the door blocked by Mista, and suddenly smiled strangely. Unexpectedly, he turned around and ran towards the swimming pool, and jumped into the water with a plop. Struggling to swim outside the house.

Giorno broke free from the bondage and rushed towards Mista quickly. "Mista," he asked anxiously, "how are you doing?"

Mista stood up staggeringly, and as soon as he raised the gun, the severe pain in his arm made him scream, and he almost couldn't hold the gun.He gritted his teeth and lifted his arm, but his hand was shaking violently, and he couldn't aim at Chocolat's head. After such a delay, Chocolat had already swam out of the half-side swimming pool in the house and disappeared behind the wall.

"Damn it," Mista's face turned pale, his expression slumped, and his hands trembled even more, "No...it can't be done, he ran away, and I can't see him anymore."

"No, Mista," Giorno leaned close to him, covered Mista's gun-holding hand, suppressed his trembling, and said firmly, "If you don't try it, how will you know?"

The blond man was also seriously injured, panting, the two of them leaned together and didn't even know who was supporting the other.Mista's back was pressed against the opponent's chest, and a powerful heartbeat came, like a passionate drumbeat, which miraculously cheered him up.

Following Giorno's strength, he raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.With a bang, the chandelier on the ceiling fell and fell into the swimming pool.Mista was wondering why he knocked down the chandelier. The next second, Chocolat's scream exploded with the crackling sound of electric current, and then stopped abruptly, leaving a dead silence.

"I guess the body armor won't save you this time, scum." Mista spat on the ground.

Giorno quickly walked to several cabinets in the room to search for usable things, found a body armor and threw it to Mista. "Put it on," he ordered briefly.

Diablo is probably calling for someone to come, they have to be prepared, there is a tough fight to be fought.Mista put it on quickly, put on the jacket that Giorno threw over, and asked him, "Are there any bullets?"

Before Giorno could answer, Sai Ke, who had fallen to the side, suddenly moved.The two immediately became alert, staring nervously at Sai Ke and slowly getting up. "Don't move!" Mista yelled, pointing a gun at the opponent.

"Ah, Chocolat is dead." The man in the strange hospital gown shook his head as if he didn't hear their words, and said to himself.The man's mouth gag has been removed, and Mista found that his speech is very clear, not at all like the naive child before.What was even more strange to the other two was that Sai Ke's reaction to Qiao Kelat's death was very flat, and there was even a touch of contempt in his tone when talking about him.

"I thought you were strong..." Sai Ke fiddled with the video recorder in his hand, with an indifferent expression, "But I was wrong, you are not strong enough, so you lost. I don't like you useless dregs anymore It's gone." With that, he threw the video recorder on the ground, like throwing away some garbage. "And you guys," he suddenly turned to Giorno and Mista, his expression instantly became ferocious, and blood dripped down from his fingers covering half of his face, "You guys killed Chocolat No, it's just bad luck. But how dare you—how dare you blind me! Damn it! It hurts, damn it! I'm going to kill you!"

He rushed over, yelling.Just as Mista was about to raise his gun, he found that the other party rushed straight at the display cabinet next to him, and pushed the cabinet that was as tall as a person to the ground. The strength of this man made Mista speechless, but most of all he couldn’t touch it. The brain is still the other party's strange behavior.

"The injection worked, and he's starting to hallucinate," Giorno deduced, staring at Sai Ke, who was kicking the broken cabinet angrily, as if taking it for their dead bodies.Mista observed carefully, and found that the other party was short of breath, unsteady as if top-heavy, the only remaining eye was flickering around, and the pupil was slightly dilated due to the effect of the drug.Mista and Giorno exchanged glances, and they quietly surrounded each other. He pinned the pistol on his back, and lightly picked up half of the stool leg—the one that Chocolat used to hit him just now— —Intending to knock Sai Ke unconscious and save some bullets.

He swung his stick at Sai Ke from behind, but what caught him off guard was that the other party dodged away, as if he had eyes behind his back.This guy moved so fast, before Mista had time to launch the second blow, the opponent took away his weapon and hit him on the head.Giorno rushed up and hugged Sai Ke tightly from behind, while telling Mista to stun him quickly, but was thrown out by an over-the-shoulder throw in the next second.

Damn, isn't this bastard addicted to drugs? What the hell kind of reaction speed and strength is this? !Mista was accidentally knocked down by the opponent.Sai Ke knelt on top of him, strangled Mista's throat with both hands, Mista was strangled until his eyes went black, like a broken TV with poor signal, and snowflakes poured out, he fumbled on the ground for the wooden stick he had let go , smashing Sai Ke's head recklessly.On the third hit, Sai Ke let go of his hand with a strange scream, and Mista coughed because he regained the air, and he was grateful: if the bastard didn't let go, he might not have the strength to hit it for the fourth time.

Sai Ke jumped up, his head was broken, blood flowed all over his face, and the only remaining eye was covered up, and he couldn't see anything at once, and frantically wiped his eyes with his hands, but obviously he was under the influence of the medicine. Difficulty controlling your movements.He was screaming and cursing as he whirled in circles, "I'm going to kill you! Cut you up and throw you into the sea to feed the fish! Damn it! Damn it!"

Mista wanted to take the opportunity to defeat Sai Ke, but saw Giorno make individual gestures, and immediately lay still on the spot.Giorno picked up something casually and threw it in the direction of the one-way mirror.Hearing the sound, Sai Ke immediately stopped spinning, raised his head in that direction, and narrowed his eyes.The one-way mirror reflected the figure of Giorno.

"Okay, you can't run away," he wiped the blood from his eyes, "Go to hell, you son of a bitch!" The man roared and rushed towards the portrait in the mirror, like a car out of control Hit it.With a crash, the mirror was shattered. Sai Ke's eyes widened for a moment, but he had no time to stop. He rushed into the secret room behind the one-way mirror, but his body was stuck on the frame and he couldn't move. The sharp fragments penetrated deeply in his abdominal cavity, nailing him between two chambers.

"How...how..." Sai Ke struggled a few times, and the sharp fragments cut a deeper and longer gash in his stomach. He tried to cover the wound in vain, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out. "Old...boss..." Suddenly, he raised his head and shouted forward, as if begging someone, "Help me...help me!"

Mista held her breath and stared intently at the movement in that room.Suddenly, Sai Ke’s wailing suddenly turned into a shrill scream. Seeing that the man seemed to be dragged in by something, Mista was about to take a step forward to stop him, but then realized that it was not to save him , but to put him to death—Mista watched in horror at the piece of mirror stuck deeply in Sai Ke's stomach, which was slowly cutting open the man's abdomen as his body was dragged forcefully, It was as if he was going to cut him open.Sai Ke's screams became more and more terrifying, his limbs twitched non-stop, but he couldn't use his strength. The person behind the mirror ignored all this and continued to cut the opponent on the sharp fragment with all his strength. With a loud splash, blood splashed on the floor , the viscera rolled out and fell to the ground, half of which was still hanging in his split stomach. Sai Ke finally let out a weak cry, twitched a few times and then stopped moving.The blood on Mista's body instantly cooled down, but she opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.

This is silence.He suddenly realized.Saiko must have seen Diablo's face, so he was executed by that person himself.It's not that Mista sympathized with Sai, it's just that Diablo's abnormal obsession with keeping his identity secret and his cruelty when he killed his subordinates made Mista feel more fear or disgust.But no matter what, the two of them are now two-on-one with Diablo, and this is a great opportunity to catch each other.Mista and Giorno looked at each other, and saw the same question in each other's eyes: How can Diablo get out of that room?

"Don't hide there like a rat in the gutter," Mista tried to irritate him, "Or do you mean that you scum will only attack people who are stunned and unable to resist, and when you meet a powerful guy, you will not say a word gone?"

There was dead silence on the opposite side.But Mista knew Diablo was behind a wall.

"Come on, Diablo! I know you're there!" He was a little anxious, worried that if Diablo called someone over, he and Giorno might really end up here.He cast a questioning look at Giorno. If Diablo didn't show up for a long time, they would have to go to each other's side, but this would be very bad for them.

Giorno raised his hand to signal Mista to stay calm. "I've been thinking about one thing," the blond man frowned and stared in the direction of the mirror, as if thinking, and said slowly, "What you said before was about when you first noticed us. You mentioned Came to an admonishment and used a funny word - 'redemptive', you say. I always thought you were referring to the theme night show, but that doesn't make sense. What do you think, Mista ?”

"You mentioned this? At this time?" Mista stared at Giorno incredulously, "Are you serious?"

"I was thinking, what if it wasn't that time?" Giorno said, without leaving Diablo's room. "Mista, what if he was talking about an earlier time?"

Mista was stunned for a moment.His intuition told him that Giorno was heading towards the mystery that had plagued them all along. "The time before..." He fell into the memory, and suddenly said in shock: "You mean the time on the first day! We——the time you taught me to see my mistakes!"

"This description only fits that one time," Giorno nodded, and said in Diablo's direction, "That means you have been paying attention to us since that day. I remember that there were some people who paid attention to us that day, you must have paid attention to us." in it. And the other thing that caught my attention was that you said we see each other as unique. It makes me wonder where you came to that conclusion. That would have to be before you messed with the lottery, otherwise The timing didn't match up. So, what happened before that to 'see' us being loyal to each other?"

Following Giorno's train of thought, Mista gradually felt that he had touched the edge of the key clue, and his fingers were slowly closing.

"Think about it, Mista," Giorno said to Mista, but also as if declaring to the people behind the partition: "People who have paid attention to us from the first day know that we have no one but each other. Those who don’t want to go to the detention center to ask for news.”

He asked softly, "Did you kill the man in the detention center because he saw you or saw him, Dobiou?"

The clues are all connected.Why did Dobio come back from the detention center with battle wounds.Why was he alone for so long.Why no one—no one has ever noticed Diablo, a man with such aura cannot be ignored on any occasion, especially when he appears in a club as a single dom, but a quiet, The shy, even cowardly sub is much easier to hide.And his strange phone call—the sudden wandering eyes and weird behavior when he was talking with Giorno and Giorno, and shortly after he went to call, the lottery ticket, which was a blessing or a curse, fell on on their heads.

It's unbelievable.Dobio is Diablo.Although I haven't really met Diablo, from what he has shown so far, he is far from the young man in the club who stumbles when he speaks nervously, but... "When you rule out all impossible situations, "Mista murmured, staring at the broken mirror.

"—The rest, no matter how unbelievable it is, is the truth," Giorno continued, bending the corner of his mouth towards Mista, "I'm glad you like Conan Doyle."

"I'm glad to have your compliment, too, though it's not a good time to discuss my literary interests," Mista replied, before whistling, "Look who's the only unhappy person in the room? "

On the partition wall embedded with mirrors, a hidden door was slowly pushed open.Under Giorno and Mista's vigilant gaze, Diablo came out. "Wonderful," he clapped his hands, "Giorno, Mista, I'm not mistaken, you are really tricky."

He doesn't look like Dobbio at all now.The man's long hair was loose, his back was straight, and his muscular shape was vaguely revealed under his shirt—Mista didn't know why he didn't notice his muscular physique when he was in the club, maybe it was because of the dim light, or maybe As Dobbio, he always hides it with his clothes.Diablo walked across from them and stood still, turning his head slightly and squinting at the two of them.If it wasn't for the second possibility, Mista would never associate the man in front of him with a dangerous and powerful aura with that Dobio.Not to mention that Dobio once stood there stupidly just to remind passers-by not to step on broken glass, and his other identity, Diablo, the boss of the organization, is the guy who can disembowel his cronies without blinking an eye .So what the hell...

"Multiple personalities," Giorno said thoughtfully, "that's why no one can see through your disguise, because it's you, but it's not you at all."

"No wonder. But why did you obediently come out of the house at this moment, don't you plan to continue hiding in the corner like a coward? Just like you always do?" Mista mocked, "That's right, Even the identity has been found out, so what's the use of hiding?"

Diablo laughed.The deep laughter echoed in the room, adding a bit of weirdness. "I don't hide because it's unnecessary," the man said. "For two people who are about to die, what if they know my identity now?"

"Oh, you have to give it a try, after all, the last person who planned to kill us has already gone to see God," Mista retorted sarcastically, raising his gun to aim, closely watching the opponent's every move. "Stand still, put your hands up."

Diablo slowly raised his arm to half height, then suddenly turned his head and shouted, "It's now!"

Mista froze, his body responded one step ahead of his brain, and turned his head to look at the direction where Diablo turned his head. When he found that there was no one there, he immediately reacted, but it was too late.Diablo slid out a dagger from his cuff and threw it at Mista. Mista's hand was pierced by the dagger, and the pain hit him. He resisted not dropping the weapon, but he couldn't pull the trigger for a while. So he immediately threw it to Giorno. Giorno took it with his left hand and was about to raise the gun. Diablo had already bullied him. He grabbed Giorno's wrist and twisted it in the opposite direction. There was a terrible sound from the joint. Nuo's growl sounded in his throat, he tried to attack the opponent, but his right hand injured by Chocolat was useless, Diablo, who was clearly superior in strength, snatched the pistol, and grabbed it again. He threw it with his arms full, and with a bang, he hit the motorcycle placed by the wall, and he and the car overturned to the ground, as if he had hit his head, and couldn't get up for a long time.

Diablo glanced at the pistol contemptuously, then threw it behind him, not sure whether it was out of confidence in his own strength, or because he refused to let them die so easily.Mista pulled out his dagger and attacked Diablo's throat, but was barely dodged—this man's fighting skills were superb, and Mista was thrown to the ground by him after several back and forth.Diablo punched Mista a few times, took the dagger again, and slammed it into Mista's palm, pinning him to the floor.Mista was so dizzy from the blow that he couldn't even squeeze out the strength to turn over and pull out the dagger.

"Look, who is the winner now?" Diablo's arrogant voice sounded above his head.

Blood flowed from the cleft of Mista's brow bone, and his vision was blurred.He has never met such a powerful enemy.Whether it is strength, skill or mind, it is difficult to find a weakness.Even if he and Giorno were not injured—even under the best conditions, they might not have full confidence in defeating each other.Mista tried to keep his eyes wide open to look at Diablo, thinking of ways to defeat him, but the pain and dizziness made things harder.He thought painfully, is this guy invincible?

"I don't think so." A voice said quietly.

Mista struggled to look up, Giorno was leaning on the wall to barely stand, the man was also seriously injured, his face was pale, and his chest heaved violently, but none of this could break the firmness in his eyes.Seeing what the blond man was holding clearly, Mista couldn't help laughing.The smart bastard, he laughed and coughed violently, God, he loved his candidness so much.

In Giorno's hand is the video recorder that Cyco threw away.

"You—how dare you..." Diablo became furious, reflexively trying to block himself, but Giorno's camera kept freezing on his face.

"Maybe we will lose in the end." The blond man calmly removed the memory card from the video recorder, shook Diablo, and said firmly, "But I promise, you will not be the winner either."

"Really?" Diablo approached Giorno step by step. "Even if you record my face, so what? You can't stand still, and you still expect to escape from me with this thing? Giorno, don't make stupid and useless struggles."

"I think Lady Luck will be on my side," Giorno said without changing his expression, "I'm always her favorite."

Do you know that you speak a bit like me now, Mista rolled his eyes.He thought he was probably crazy to feel a little happy at such a critical moment.With a roar, Diablo jumped on Giorno, and the two wrestled together.However, it didn't take long before Giorno staggered and fell to the ground due to exhaustion, Diablo also fell to his knees, and his fists landed on Giorno with a dull sound.

Mista struggled to get up, but unexpectedly saw Giorno's hands spread out on both sides of his body, quietly gesturing to tell him not to come.Giorno turned over and knocked Diablo down, and the two rolled into a ball on the ground.On the floor around them, there was a puddle of water, slowly dragging along the cracks in the floor to form a very thin stream. Mista looked up along the strange water flow, and was hit by Giorno before. The motorcycle on the ground was tilted on the ground, gasoline flowed down the unplugged oil pipe, and was covered by the two people who were fighting.Mista suddenly understood what Giorno was doing lying on the motorcycle and not getting up for a long time. Even the video used to threaten Diablo was just a cover, everything was to lure the man into this death trap.

But the pungent gasoline smell did not arouse Diablo's vigilance.The man was overwhelmed by anger and arrogance. After several heavy blows to Giorno, who was unable to fight back, he grabbed the blond man by the collar and lifted him up, as if showing off his spoils.

"Goddess of Luck has abandoned you now," Diablo's tone showed cruelty and joy of victory, "Look, Giorno Giovanna, no matter how desperately you resist, rack your brains to come up with those It's a trick, and the winner is still me, Diablo!"

"Really." Giorno smiled while pulling the corner of his bleeding mouth, and suddenly exerted strength in the next second, and swiped Diablo's arm with the memory card that he had been holding in his hand. The small plastic part wasn't meant for that kind of thing, and it didn't hurt Diablo too much, but it made him let go of his hand in pain.

Giorno used this opportunity to break free from him, and quickly ran in the opposite direction, away from Diablo as much as he could, shouting, "It's now, Mista!"

Diablo shook his hand. "Where else could you go, Giorno? It's just delaying your death by a little bit—wait a minute," he saw the thing in Mista's hand, and looked down at his full body. His body was stained with oil, and his eyes widened in horror for a moment, "You—when will you...no! No, no, it's impossible—"

With a snap, Mista turned on the blowtorch that Chocolat had previously used to heat up the red soldering iron.

"How is this possible——no, no, no, no!" Diablo watched the light blue flame stick to the thin stream of gasoline, and screamed in despair: "Don't come here! Don't come close—!"

The flames engulfed him in an instant.Diablo let out a burst of screams, burning like a fucking Christmas bonfire, and he could no longer recognize the human figure, only a ball of flames staggered towards the direction of the swimming pool, Mista's heart was in his throat, But there was nothing he and Giorno could do right now.Diablo's howling gradually weakened, and the flame finally fell to the edge of the swimming pool. However, due to inertia or his remaining consciousness, he turned over and fell into the water at the last moment.With a hiss, a thick cloud of water vapor rose from the swimming pool, and the man's charred body floated on the water, lifeless.

The smoke alarm went off and water began to sprinkle, Mista wiped his face and dragged himself to the corner to pick up the pistol that Diablo had thrown away. "Are you okay?" His name was Giorno, and he was very worried about the other party's injuries, but there was not much time left for them, and the scream of the alarm would soon attract the enemy. "Come on, we have to get out of here quickly."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the room opened.It's Risut.Mista's nerves that had just been relaxed immediately tensed up again. He knew how difficult the other party was - Giorno almost lost half his life last time, but now he and Giorno are dragging their bodies full of injuries and can't talk about it anymore. It's time to deal with Risut.Mista glanced at Giorno, who was clearly struggling to support him, and took a step forward to block between the latter and Risut.Think of the good, Mista, he cheers himself up, you still have plenty of bullets.

four.A voice whispered in his head.

To shut up.

Risut, however, bypassed them.Mista watched the man squatting down by the pool nervously but also a little confused, looking at the people floating in the water. "Is it dead?" Risut asked.

Mista was a little confused for a moment, not knowing who Risut was talking to.From the perspective of character relationship, this question should be aimed at Diablo, because obviously Risut and Mista did not meet and greet each other, but in any case, they are facing a person who is burning like a piece of coke It's too weird to ask questions.

"Mista," Giorno suddenly walked over, "give me the gun."

Although he didn't know what the intention was, Mista handed the gun to Giorno. "Be careful," he gestured to Risut's direction with his eyes, but Giorno just said "hmm" and didn't seem to care.

Giorno walked to the pool and shot Diablo twice in the head without hesitation.

"You... Giorno, what are you doing?" Mista asked in surprise, "If the bastard is still alive, we still have to keep him in court, right?"

However, Giorno didn't answer, and didn't even look at him. The man's gaze was fixed on Risut, and he said calmly, "He's dead now."

This is so weird.Mista sensed that something was wrong.Giorno's expressionless expression made him feel strange.

Risut snorted, his expression indiscriminate. "Make sure he can't speak again... Is this for you?"

"Yes," Giorno said, with a calm tone, as if he was just stating the facts, "but it can also be for you. It depends on your choice."

Risut stared at him, as if weighing, while Giorno responded frankly to the other party's scrutiny.After being silent for a long while, Risut suddenly said something without beginning or end: "There is one more thing like this."

"No." Giorno said immediately.

Mista immediately realized that they were talking about himself.He looked at Giorno in disbelief, but the latter turned his face away as if avoiding him, his heart sank heavily.

"Maybe I can let you pass, but he can't, everyone knows he's a cop," Risut's calm gaze swept over Mista, not as if he was looking at a living person, but as if Mista was something Items that can be discarded at will, "whatever you want. For me, there will be no loss. But it's hard for you. Even if I just tuned other people away for a while, but now there is such a big commotion, they will rush at any time Come up." When he said this, the man cautiously moved a few steps, blocking between the two of them and the exit, as if he didn't intend to let them go.

"Fuck you!" Mista cursed, "Hey, Giorno, we—"

However, what was facing him was the slowly raised muzzle of the gun.

"...Giorno, what are you doing?" Mista asked through teeth.For a split second he thought there must be something wrong.Perhaps Giorno was knocked dizzy.Maybe Mista was injected with the damn injection by Sai Ke, and everything that happened afterwards was just an illusion in his mind.But the pitch-black muzzle seemed to bite people.

"You were right in one sentence before, Mista," Giorno said quietly, pointing a gun at his head, "You said that Diablo 'no one knows what he looks like', that's just a A name is just a code name, like a coat, anyone can wear it, and no one will ever know if it’s true or not.”

Mista felt his blood getting colder.A great sense of the absurd overwhelmed him.Is this some stupid April Fool's joke?But now it's totally out of the question for April or any other day you can joke about.Mista stared intently at those green eyes, desperately looking for a hint, but in vain.His head was blank, and there seemed to be a hole in his heart, and the biting wind leaked out from the inside, making him almost unable to stand still.He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, not sure if he wanted to say what the hell was wrong with you or just don't, please.Out of nowhere, he remembered that stupid invitation to a movie, without knowing why he had suddenly thought of it.

That seemed like a long time ago.

Finally, he made a sound, and it didn't sound like his at all. "So, that's it?"

Giorno nodded and said calmly, "That's it. I'm sorry." Then he lowered the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger.

Mista turned and rushed to the window at the instant he moved, and a bullet hit him in the back, which seemed to hurt his lungs.