[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

Sitting in the same room was less of an ordeal for Risut after discovering Mania's double.

In other words... when he was 16 years old, the accident he saw was caused by the man's substitute.

The irregular round hole is the trace of being pierced by the double's arm.

The only doubt was his strange perception at that time, but it probably had something to do with his stand-in ability.

And this man didn't know that he also had a substitute.

Risut controlled his expression, looking at the other person's face and thinking.

Although he didn't have much contact with him, judging from his previous behavior, he shouldn't easily reveal his double in front of people who can see him.

For a person with a double, the ability of the double is intelligence.

For the substitute messengers who are among ordinary people, "I am a substitute messenger" is an important message in itself.

This man is cautious—

Even if it's just that incident, we can see some traces of this aspect.

Not being "handled" is undoubtedly lucky.

But if there is a specific reason, is it a whim?Still interested?Risut wanted to ask a question, but two years had passed, did this person really remember it clearly?

"Risut?" The man propped his chin on one hand and looked at him, "Don't be in a daze in front of me."

"......Feel sorry."

"You seem to have a question to ask."

"—"

"Don't show such a surprised expression... Do you think you have restrained yourself well?" He chuckled, "I don't like the absent-minded people in front of me very much. Tell me, what do you want to ask me?"

"..."

It feels a little different from the last time we met.

There is always a relaxed look on the man's face, but there are many kinds of relaxation. He was obviously different then and now.

He did have a lot of questions. If it was the past, this kind of conversation should still ask some... such as the obvious question of whether you are a gangster.

But looking into the man's eyes, he couldn't speak.

While he was still hesitating, the man who said this was the first to ask——

"When did you join the gang?"

Risut was taken aback.

There are two answers to this question, but——

"Today," he said, "...I just passed my interview today."

"......Well."

This seemed to surprise the man, even though he concealed it well, Risut still caught a fleeting look of abnormality.

——He knew that he joined the gang, he knew it from before they met, but he didn't expect it to be today.

And there's the subtle... chagrin?

"Okay." Maniaco said, "Then...congratulations."

"..."

"You don't look very happy? Speaking of which, Catania's organizational power is still a little weak, so it would be better to pay attention to it?"

Men's questions are skillful and natural.

Naturally, if Risut is not equally familiar with it, I'm afraid I will only feel that this is a scene of old friends meeting and chatting, rather than... clichés.

Yes, he is talking.

After he said it was a private matter before, the man did show an attitude of not wanting to ask, but now...

...the change came after knowing that he just joined the gang today, but why?

None of the problems have been solved, and the number has even skyrocketed.

What kind of development is this?

"I'm not sure about that," Risut whispered, "but I'll keep an eye on it."

"Really...but I thought you would enter the organization earlier."

"..."

"That's probably...just right."

"—"

what?

Exactly what does it mean?

And he did ask that.

If the abnormality in the expression is seen and you remain silent, it will cause the other party's displeasure.

"What do you mean?" The man was stunned for a moment, and then repeated the question, "...Is that so, can't you understand? Let's put it this way, I don't recommend children to join gangs."

"...?"

"Thinking about it this way, it seems that this is not the first time I have talked about this topic with people." He turned the word child around on the tip of his tongue again, showing some distress, "Your expression seems to want to know the reason."

"......Um."

The man exhales.

He seemed to want to lean back and lean on the back of the chair, but his upper body leaned back slightly to realize that he was sitting on the bed, so he simply folded his hands, making a gesture like a businessman negotiating.

Is it a habit?A little physical habit to keep yourself strong?

I understand a little bit what Polbo said that it might be other cadres.

But that distressed look is like a gentleman who is being pestered by the children next door. He doesn't hate it but finds it troublesome, but he doesn't know how to deal with it.

"Where should I start?" He showed a thoughtful look, "Risut, why are you surprised by me saying that?"

"Because...you don't seem to be the type to find fault with age," Risut said. "You don't equate youth with incompetence."

"That's the way it is, but whenever anyone hears me say that, it always seems to me that I think so."

"..."

"Because it's not necessary."

no need......?

"I don't quite understand." Risut said honestly.

"I don't quite understand, um." The man raised his head slightly, his expression seemed to be thinking about how to word it shorter because the next thing to say was too long, "I won't ask you why you joined the gang, Risut, everyone There's a reason to be in a gang, whether it's profit or some other special reason."

"..."

"Wealth, fame, having enemies you want to kill, or family members who need help from the mob to hold your breath," he said. "The list goes on and on."

indeed so.

It all started with revenge.

Risut knew very well that he would have revenge even if he didn't have the souvenir of unknown purpose given to him by the man when he was 16 years old.

And use this to enter the gang.

Maybe the process is a little different, but the result is the same.

"Age and ability have nothing to do with each other." He frowned slightly when he said this, "You don't need to judge talent by appearance, or in other words, just looking at appearance is the most frivolous approach in my opinion."

"...so there's no need to refer to—"

"I don't need—maybe it's not clear, but I don't need these brats, you understand." He pulled out a cigarette. "I want to wake up a little... Do you mind?"

"...Of course." Risut paused, "I don't mind."

The man lit the cigarette and exhaled gray mist.

It was the same as two years ago, a tobacco smell that I had never smelled anywhere else.

......Do not.

The current Risut can distinguish several herbs among them. This thing is not so much smoke as it is a refreshing medicine that is ingested only when needed?

Is it specially made?

"But ... you also mentioned that everyone has a reason for being in the gang," Risut said. "You can't deny those reasons."

"That's right, so I never refuse, I just suggest...don't do it." The man rubbed his brows, "After all, it will only make me feel...the grown-up of this little ghost's family is not Do your duty.”

"—"

How should I put it, even if I had such a hunch in the middle of the conversation, it's still...

Still too...surprised.

"Tell me, Risut, what did you like to do when you were ten years old? Fighting with mechanical dolls, or playing with mud in the field? Acting like a baby to your mother in the evening, and then saying that today's food is not good?" He seemed to be oppressed. Unable to bear the barrage, he spit out a series of questions in an uncharacteristic manner, "If you wanted to join the gang at that time, what do you think would be the reason?"

These are not questions that need to be answered.

Risut felt that he should listen to Maniaco quietly, after all, he still seemed to have a lot to say——

Yes, there is much more to say.

It seems that there is no one to say these words in normal times. It is completely different from the oppressive man who pulled his hair and forced him to look up at himself.

This man has a wonderful... perhaps the wrong words to describe him.

gentle.

He doesn't sound like he's saying anything, but by some strange twist, Risut just gets what he's trying to say.

Has nothing to do with the times, has nothing to do with the environment, has nothing to do with talent.

A child is a child.

The reason why people think that black is black and white is white is because someone has said so long ago.

These are common sense things that don't need to be emphasized.

And at least judging from the contact from childhood to adulthood, Italian gangsters feel that it is no big deal for children to join gangsters.

To assassinate, to steal, to do business, it's no big deal.

Because they are already a gangster, a partner in the organization or an enemy of a rival organization, as long as he is already a gangster, they are equal.

Don't even need to say gangsters.

Is there a difference between a 15 year old and a 20 year old working in a bakery?

No.

But this person insisted that...they were children.

Even reprimanding adults for their irresponsibility.

Children can fantasize, think things that adults dare not think, do things that adults dare not do, and have possibilities that adults no longer have.

He hates this common sense, and he doesn't like to let these little devils step into the common sense circle of adults now——

Because it was not needed.

Because it was unnecessary.

He loathed this adult self-righteous maturity.

This made Risut feel very strange-even for a moment he forgot how to answer the man's words.

If it was just the side two years ago, he would never have thought that he was such a person.

The consequence of this sense of disparity is that...

Under the premise of "I feel that I should listen to Maniaco quietly, after all, he still seems to have a lot to say", Risut couldn't help laughing.

Maniaco is stuck.

There was a strange look on his face, as if he was wondering why he was smiling.

......not good.

Risut coughed, restraining his inconspicuous expression.

"That... Maniaco," he said, "I'll just... go back to my room first."

"Well, is it?"

The man nodded after thinking for a moment.

Like knowing what he needs time and space to do.

When leaving the box, Risut looked back at him.

He looked at him, but he couldn't find the condensation, playfulness and cruelty of that day in his eyes, he could only see the same light that was just cast on the aisle and outside the window.

He can control every movement of his body, his expression is always just right, and even the tone of his words has been carefully considered.

Mania is a man who is good at disguising himself, Risut thought.

But his eyes won't.

The author has something to say: In the end, I still didn't write two-in-one, damn it [.

But I finally interpreted the boss's previous statement that he didn't want children to join the gang.

Don't be so nice to minors, it's crooked already

If it is No.1, this chapter will appear

Boss: ...today?So there is already a double, damn it, there is such a time difference, it is too imprudent to pick things up with the Crimson King

(When I met Risut in the copy, I was 16, now I am 20, and the original book is a substitute obtained by joining the gang at 18 at 21)

Boss: What are you laughing at? Risut, I saw it! !

Risut: ?

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense [

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