Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 33 Rolling Stones
After a few minutes.

The taxi that crashed into the sidewalk, the blood spilled on the sidewalk, the bloody corpse, the passers-by watching and discussing, the traffic jam
The streets became more lively.

A purple-haired young man in avant-garde clothes and a tall and straight figure walked slowly to the taxi, picked up another passerby and asked:
"that."

The purple-haired young man asked in a complicated tone: "Excuse me, is there someone dead here?"

"Does that even need to be said?"

"The corpses are just there!"

Passers-by subconsciously cast a glance at the purple-haired young man, and then said excitedly:

"you listen to me."

"I saw everything that happened just now!"

"God, I bet people who haven't seen this will think I'm talking nonsense."

His face was as flushed as a mature apple, and his two eyebrows could not be twitched in excitement:

"Although through the car window, I can still see clearly. It was a young guy with pink hair who did it."

"He was grabbing the poor driver's head like he was a half-dead groundhog."

"Then I just pressed my head and smashed it down, but I don't know what to smash it with."

"Just one click, and the blood flowed out like an open faucet."

"The nose is half crooked, the eye sockets are cracked, and the eyeballs popped out, like the fruit salad made by my grandmother. The red, white, and purple are all mixed together and cannot be separated."

"But the madman didn't stop"

"The driver's head was half covered like a smashed bottle of ketchup, so he got out of the car in a panic and ran away. Yes, this lunatic is still running outside."

"It's really scary"

Passers-by spoke vividly, but the purple-haired young man who came to ask was not in the mood to listen.

He interrupted helplessly:
"Sorry, that's not what I wanted to ask."

"What I want to know is whether anyone has died—the kind that dies silently, like a natural death."

"what?"

Passers-by were slightly taken aback: "Who would die suddenly and silently on the street?"

"Even if it is a sudden death, you will struggle a lot, right?"

"Oh"

"I see, thank you."

The purple-haired young man bid farewell to the talkative passerby perfunctorily, then turned and walked away alone.

He seemed to hear what he wanted to hear, but he didn't seem to.

"No one dies quietly, that is"

"The target chosen by 'Rolling Stone' this time, refuses to face his own destiny?"

The purple-haired young man was talking to himself as he walked, his expression becoming more and more complicated.

And just when he passed by an alley intersection.
In the narrow and dark alley that was barely separated by the two buildings, a strong, muscular arm with strange red and white patterns stretched out suddenly.

"Is this a human hand?"

The purple-haired young man's eyes widened in astonishment.

Before he could react in time, he was easily dragged into the alley by the mysterious guy, and then pinned firmly against the wall.

"Do not look back."

Diablo's voice sounded coldly.

He carefully looked at the purple-haired young man whose head was almost buried into the wall by the Crimson King, and asked after a moment of silence:

"Are you the stand-in messenger who attacked me just now?"

"That rock."

"It can only act mechanically on instinct. It is clearly a 'teleautomatic' stand-in."

"This kind of substitute can act autonomously without the manipulation of the main body, and even if it is damaged, it will not affect the substitute envoy as the main body."

"It's really troublesome to find the body of this substitute, but..."

Diablo snorted disdainfully:
"Because it is independent of the main body, what happened to the substitute, whether the battle is won or lost, as the substitute messenger of the main body, there is no way to know."

"In this way, even if they can hide far away in the dark during the battle"

"When the battle is over, they must rush to the scene to confirm the results."

"so."

He pouted lightly:

"After completely destroying your double, I have been hiding nearby and waiting."

"Sure enough, you don't know how to live and die, you can't wait, and came to the scene to confirm the results of the battle."

Hearing Diablo's oppressive commentary
The reaction of the purple-haired young man was:

"substitute?"

"What is a substitute?"

"you?!"

Diablo suddenly widened his eyes:
"How dare you pretend to be like me?"

"Idiot. Are you underestimating my eyesight, thinking that if you fool me casually, I will believe that the stone is not your substitute?"

"Tell me now!"

"Who the hell are you and why did you attack me? Is there any relationship between you and that bald man named Li Qing?!"

"Well, I understand."

The purple-haired young man sighed deeply.

He was not in a hurry to argue for himself, but instead introduced himself in a calm tone:
"My name is Scribe, and I'm an ordinary sculptor."

"I don't know that bald man named Li Qing, and I have absolutely no intention of attacking you."

"after all."

Scribe, who was pinned firmly to the wall and could not move, said:

"I don't even know who you are, and I haven't even seen your face until now."

"As for the stone you speak of"

"I don't know what the 'stand-in' you're talking about. If you mean that stone, it's a special ability that I've awakened since I was a child."

"I call it: 'Rolling Stones'"

"Rolling Stone?"

Diablo frowned tightly: "In the final analysis, this is the double you released!"

"no no no"

Scribe hastily denied:

"Michelangelo, who shined in the Renaissance, once said:"

"I don't have any idea in my head when I carve marble, I never think about how to carve the stone because the stone itself shows the shape of how it should be carved, and all I do is take that shape from Take it out of the stone."

"."

Diablo was silent for a while, and then ordered the Crimson King to choke the opponent's neck from behind:
"speak English!"

"Cough cough."

Scrippie was pinched and coughed:
"I mean"

"I can't order the Rolling Stone to act at all, it is completely acting according to its own will. "

"It's the Stone of Destiny!"

"It will perceive the fate of the dying person, and will carve itself out of the dying person's 'shape of fate'—that is, his death."

"At the same time, it will continue to track the dying person."

"Once the dying person, that is, you touch the "Rolling Stone", the "Rolling Stone" will allow you to accept your own mortality in advance, and die peacefully without any pain. "

"And the reason why I came here is not to check the results of the battle."

He pondered for a moment, and there was a bit more pity in his tone:

"I just sensed what the Rolling Stones were doing, so I wanted to come over and see the poor guy who was about to die. "

"."

Diablo fell silent again.

This time, there was endless anger brewing in the silence:

"Bastard!"

"You don't know how to live and die, you were just talking."

"I, the invincible Diablo, the dark emperor who controls the entire Italy, am I about to die?!"

"Yes."

Scribe's voice was very calm:
"Since the "Rolling Stones" are looking for you, it means that you will die soon. "

"This is fate!"

"All of us are nothing but slaves of fate."

"You should have seen it, right?"

"When it comes to you, it will carve itself out of you when you died—"

"It may be a few hours, it may be a few weeks, the longest is not more than a month, and you will die in the way shown on that stone carving."

"Bullshit!!"

Diablo roared angrily:
"Already doomed fate?"

"A sculpted form of death?"

"Your useless stone stand-in has been completely destroyed by me long ago!"

"It didn't carve anything at all, it was smashed into powder by me, and it was scattered in the air!"

"Where is there any carving?"

"How can there be any fate!"

"This"

Hearing Diablo's somewhat groggy roar, Scribe's expression changed drastically:
"You, you just said"

"After the "Rolling Stone" came to you, it didn't carve anything, and it was already crushed into powder? "

"That's right!"

Diablo said bitterly:
"If you want to disturb people's minds, you have to make up some decent lies for me."

"What future death, what doomed fate"

"I do not believe!"

Facing Diablo's faintly crazy roar, Scribe's tone actually showed some pity:

"Feel sorry."

"I've never seen anything like this before."

"but."

"Since "Rolling Stone" is looking for you, it means that you will definitely die in the near future. "

"And it was completely destroyed without engraving your death image, that's probably because"

Scripps swallowed, and said:

"Your death is too miserable to be expressed by the art of 'sculpture'."

PS: stand-in panel

Substitute name - "Rolling Stone"

Ontology - Scribe

Destructive power: none

Speed: B
Range distance: A
Sustainability: A
Movement Precision: E
Growth: no

Ability: Its shape is a stone with the word "fierce" engraved on it. The stone will automatically change into the appearance of a dying person and keep tracking that person. If it is not touched by a dying person, nothing will happen.In terms of classification, it is a fully-automatic stand-in, but it is "fate" that drives the stand-in's activities, and even Scrippy cannot control it.

(End of this chapter)