Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

Spitwagen's gang is called the Top Hats, and its headquarters is located on the outskirts of Ghoul Street.

Due to Cook's pursuit, only a few boys were left in the lair, and the ground was covered with a thin layer of dust, giving it a dilapidated appearance.

As the boss, Spitwagen has two skills. The younger brothers showed quite excited expressions when they saw him.

This gangster leader has a high impression of Mia and Dio, who saved him, especially Mia, who has a relatively gentle personality.

To this end, he proposed to introduce the two to his men as "benefactors".

However, Dior declined his proposal.

After all, Dio and Mia's purpose in coming to Ghoul Street was not simple. The fewer people knew they had been here, the better.

In fact, Dior wanted to talk to Spitwagen about something else more than this matter——

The hunt for Cook's men, the distribution of spoils, forms of repayment, etc...

However, Mia was too injured and now was not the time to talk about this.

night.

A room in Spitwagen's lair.

There were several oil lamps lit in the room, and the light was very bright. The wooden bed was covered with clean sheets, and a large bucket of boiled and sterilized water was placed next to it, with a black humanoid creature soaking in it.

Mia leaned against the wall of the barrel, chattering to Dio about daily interesting things.

Dio stood next to the bucket, answering every question, his eyes fixed on Mia's terrifying skull-like face.

If she appeared in the street outside, he was sure that within ten minutes a large group of priests would arrive with holy water and crosses.

It was because of his ambition that Mia...

Extreme joy surged in his heart, and Dio spent a lot of effort not to show an image-destroying silly smile in front of Mia.

After a while, Mia stretched out her palm with one finger missing: "It feels almost ready. Can you reattach the finger first?"

The girl's hands were covered with a strange black substance, like dry branches. Under the water immersion, the black substance and the skin separated slightly.

Dio hesitated for a moment, then slowly took out Mia's little finger.

He carefully tore open the black substance near the wound on Mia's palm, carefully placed the little finger in the correct position, and sewed it shut with a needle and thread.

Sensing his reluctance, Mia teased: "If you like it, I can give you a separate one next time? How about your eyeballs? I think they are still very beautiful, like emeralds."

Dio snorted disdainfully, and the corners of his mouth curved in pleasure: "If you can regenerate severed limbs in the future, Bendio can reluctantly accept one."

With your fingers attached, it's time to remove the clothing that melted onto your skin.

The method of removal is very simple and crude: soak the whole body in water, then tear off the loose clothes, and cut off the skin if it cannot be removed.

The method is simple, but the execution is extremely bloody.

Mia had been in the fire so long that almost all of her clothes couldn't be torn off, and Dio had to take scissors and cut off her skin like a piece of fur.

In order to bandage the wound in time, Mia lay on the bed after soaking her body.

Dio treated an arm for her. The flesh that had lost its skin protection was bleeding continuously, staining the bandage wrapped on it red.

The strong smell of blood, the pile of charred skin at his feet, the strong contrast between red and white on the bandage... Dio felt a little dizzy for no reason.

"Dior, thank you." Mia raised the corners of her mouth and showed Dio a trusting and adoring smile like a puppy.

"Yes." Dio woke up from a dream, shook his head, and worked hard to deal with the remaining skin.

Time passed little by little, and the blood soaked the sheets, dripped from the edge of the bed, and formed red puddles on the ground.

Dio's face became worse and worse, and his usually well-tended blond hair was wet with cold sweat and drooped listlessly on his cheeks.

Mia endured the pain and forced out a voice from her trembling body: "Are you okay? Do you want to change?"

"Need not."

Dio stubbornly refused Mia's concern.

What a joke, Mia's body and soul are his Dior's things, how can she be seen by others! !

Biting the tip of his tongue hard, the pain and the smell of blood aroused the stubbornness engraved in his genes. Dio calmed down the trembling in his hands and continued to cut off the useless skin for her.

His innate strong willpower and adaptability helped a lot. After cutting a third of the hair, Dior had become accustomed to this strange treatment method.

Under the oil lamp, the young man had a calm expression and used the method that minimized pain to neatly cut off Mia's skin. His movements were more skillful than those of an experienced serial killer.

Soon, Dio took care of Mia's wounds.

She was covered in bandages, and except for her bright eyes, she was no different from a mummy.

With subtle distress flashing in his eyes, Dio picked up Mia and took her to the bedroom left for them by Spitwagen.

squeak-

Dio opened the door and saw Spitwagen and others waiting outside.

When Mia finally came out, they all came over to care about Mia's injuries.

Dio frowned, said a few words impatiently, then hugged Mia and left.

Looking at Dior's indifferent back, everyone chatted in low voices for a while and decided to clean up the room used for surgery first.

Everyone opened the door and were immediately shocked by the bloody appearance inside.

The sheets and the ground were covered in blood, and many curly black skins were scattered nearby. Judging from the amount, it was almost like a whole person's skin had been peeled off.

"vomit--"

The dog balls and tattoos couldn't stand the weird and disgusting scene, so they bent over and vomited.

"Oh, God!"

Spitwagen's face was pale, he clenched his fists, and his nails dug into his flesh, drawing blood.

In order to reduce Mia's pain, Spitwagen gave her opium to anesthetize her.

but.

He was worried that Mia would become addicted to drugs, so he only gave her a little.

Such a small amount of anesthesia would certainly not be able to cover up the pain caused by this torture-like treatment.

She was still so young, not even as high as his chest. What kind of strong willpower allowed her to push through? !

"Poor child." Goudan burst into tears, "If something like this happens to me, I might as well commit suicide."

Tattoo trembled and gave a thumbs up: "The eldest sister is a real tough guy. I, Tattoo, am convinced."

"Tough guy..."

Spittwagan gave a wry smile and did not correct the wording mistake in the tattoo. If they think about it carefully, Mia is indeed the person with the strongest willpower they have ever seen in their lives.

The three of them gathered themselves together and started cleaning with sadness and joy.

Goudan sucked the blood on the ground with a mop and sighed: "It's amazing that Dio can be so cruel to my sister..."

Tattoo curled his lips: "That kid is a cold-blooded creature. When they were in the basement, Mia stayed alone with him for a while, and when he came out, there were pinch marks on his neck. Maybe he just had a great time getting a haircut."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Spitwagen rubbed his temples with a headache, "Dio attaches great importance to Mia. Be careful when he hears it, he will think you are sowing discord."

He could understand why Tattoo thought so.

Normal people would never be able to use such a terrifying treatment method.

But Dior not only did it, he also did it all by himself.

If Dio has no feelings for Mia, that can explain it somewhat. But he understood how deep Dio's feelings were for Mia.

Even so, Dior still insisted on completing the operation, which can no longer be described as calm.

Spitwagen was in a trance and murmured: "It's terrible. Even when faced with his own weakness, he can still be as rational and cold as a machine. If the time goes back a few hundred years, he might be able to become the emperor. "

When the two younger brothers heard the elder's emotion, they looked at each other without refuting.

Although they hated Dio's arrogant and eccentric character, they had to admit that this child had extremely terrifying talents and talents.

the other side.

bedroom.

After treating her wounds, Mia was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as Dio put her on the bed.

In a dream.

She went to the white mist where giant beasts lived for the first time in a long time.

The extremely tall and majestic beast stood in front of Mia. She had to raise her head high to barely look at it.

She hadn't had this dream for a long time since she gained that strange superpower.

The thick fog in the past seemed to have faded a little, and Mia saw the color of the giant beast's body for the first time - like the color of diluted blood, beautiful and bloody.

The giant beast slowly opened its mouth, as if it wanted to tell Mia something.