[JOJO Golden Wind Continued] The Arrogant Man

"[-]. Chapter of Red"

2006年5月3日，10：00AM，一辆涂装隐蔽的越野车行驰在土耳其南部边境线。

The black-haired young man in casual clothes was holding a small dial in his hand. There was only one pointer in the dial like a compass, but the direction it pointed was obviously not south, but east.While looking at the pointer, the young man compared the map in his hand.

"You should be able to turn right at the next intersection, Fugo, we should be almost there."

The black-haired youth ordered.

The blond-haired young man sitting in the driver's seat, Panacorda Fugo looked a little tired, and the continuous driving kept his attention in a state of tension. He glanced at the 'compass' in the hands of the black-haired young man, and embraced asked with some doubts

"Is this pointer a product of the stand-in ability? How does it tell you that you are approaching the end, Bucciarati, I don't see any change in its appearance and pointing"

The person in the co-pilot's seat is the second-in-command of "Enthusiasm" at the "birthday party", Bruno Bugarati. It's hard to imagine that he, who is in a high position, would personally conduct such a private investigation, unless This is quite confidential, and it is also something that he cares too much about.

"Its weight is getting lighter, now it is as light as a seagull's feather, and when we reach our destination, it will disappear"

Bugarati adjusted the direction of the map for comparison after turning, and then he looked at Fugo who was driving

"Let me have a meeting instead, you should be a little tired now"

"No need, Bugarati, since I'm about to arrive, I will hold on for a while, and there may be other things that you need to deal with later, after all, my substitute ability is not easy to control."

The off-road vehicle finally stopped on the side of the road, because there was no such a smooth road to drive closer to the destination. It can be seen how hidden this place is. Two figures followed the pointer and shuttled through the dense forest in the mountains.

They stopped, and as their eyes were occupied by bright red waves, the pointer in Bugarati's hand turned into fine dust like broken foam, flowing down his fingers.

Here was their destination—a field of poppies, the source of some of the latest drugs to appear in the underground markets of Naples.

The bewitching red made the two of them hold their breath, and walked lightly towards the sea of ​​bright red flowers.

However, an immature voice made their footsteps suddenly stop

"—Uncle! What are you doing here!"

After looking down and seeing that the visitor was only a young girl with a Middle Eastern appearance, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.Fugo leaned close to Bugarati's ear, and after quietly interpreting the girl's words for him, Fugo bent down, relaxed his expression, and replied in a soft tone

"We are just pedestrians. We passed by here by chance. After being attracted by the beautiful scenery here, we couldn't help but want to take a closer look."

The brown-skinned little girl in ordinary clothes nodded vigorously

"Oh! That's right! You guys think this place is beautiful, don't you! If that brother hadn't been here, this place wouldn't be as beautiful as it is now! Besides—"

After all, the girl stretched out her right hand, which had been behind her back just now, which was pinching the stalk of a bright red flower. As she rubbed her fingertips, the petals spun like a gypsy girl's fiery red dance skirt.

She handed the flowers to Fugo

"You are as beautiful as him! I will give you this flower!"

Fugo remained silent, unwilling to extend his hand for a long time

"Fogo? What did she say?"

"She said... to give me flowers"

Bugarati was also silent. He raised his eyes and looked at the sea of ​​poppies dancing in the wind behind the girl. A fine amount of sweat was secreting from his forehead.

What did he think of.

Five or six-year-old children are in the grade of innocence. They don't know what death is, and they don't know the dignity of the soul.She didn't know how dangerous the flowers in her palm were, how many lives had been deprived, and how many souls had been sucked away by the burning smoke.In the eyes of children, maybe there are only things they want and like, so they are used to using their own means, such as crying and cheating to get what they want

But now, in the eyes of this girl, what she holds in her hand is just a beautiful flower, and she wants to give the flower to someone she wants to be close to.

The red wave in front of him was surging, almost swallowing them into its stomach.

Bugarati saw Fugo leaning over to take the poppy from the girl's hand, and they said something he couldn't understand.The girl led them to the center of the sea of ​​flowers.

Bugarati followed behind with stiff steps in a daze.

He thought of more things, his teeth were trembling

Those "drugs" that make countless addicts flock to grow out of such seemingly barren land, which is the first link of the drug trade, and there are many such lands in this world. From these soils The toxins that grow eventually spread throughout the world.

And all they can do now is to control the smuggling of the port to reduce the market for these things in Italy, but even if they don't flow into Italy, there are other places.

In a trance, he saw a scene of peace in front of him. All the ports in Italy have been mastered by "enthusiasm", and the drug addicts who fell down on the streets and mutilated their bodies like walking corpses have almost disappeared, and no one will be displaced because of this. No more families torn apart by those sinful things—this was his dream, and he was working hard for it.

Bugarati's steps became a little chaotic, he stepped into the sea of ​​flowers, as if he had stepped into a swamp filled with blood, the sticky blood stuck to the soles of his feet like paint, and he couldn't get rid of it.

But even if "poison" does not flow into Italy, it still has its market.How many lives will it destroy like a typhoon?

People stand at higher and higher places, but they see farther things.

Cold sweat dripped down Bugarati's chin, and he shivered uncontrollably.

A sudden shout made him startled, a group of Middle Eastern men and women dressed as farmers snatched the girl who was leading the way and stood behind them, while they picked up the most offensive items at hand, either steel forks or It was a sickle, and the sharp spikes were aimed at these two extremely conspicuous, deep-profile Caucasians.

It turned out that when the two of them were absent-minded, they had been spotted by the nearby villagers. They showed a rather repulsive attitude, and someone even took out a gun and fired a gun into the air as a warning.

The gunshots swirled in the air, startling the resting wild birds

However, no higher-level armed men appeared. The history of poppy cultivation in this village is still short, and the location is too remote, so it has not been included in the scope of opium opium control by drug lords.

Now that the farmers have shown this attitude, they should also understand what they are planting. The huge profits of poppies are enough for the ignorant and backward villages in the mountains to live a better life.

"As long as our own people don't touch it, we won't be able to control these things after they are sold."

Probably because of such a selfish and evasive mentality.

On the other side, Bugarati and Fuge were only two people, but they showed the momentum of a lion and a tiger, and they were in a stalemate with the farmers on the opposite side.The voice of the blond-haired young man gradually rose during the conversation, and the veins on his forehead gradually collapsed. He clenched his fists sullenly, but Bugarati pressed his shoulders.

Should this group of ignorant villagers be detained?Violent interrogation torture?

"Fuge, it's true that they are the first link in the drug chain...but how much of the 'crime' of drugs do they have? If the money from the drug trade is converted into 'crime', then they may even be linked together. Chengdu can't take it..."

"As long as there is a 'market' for trading, it is useless for us to do this."

Bugarati glanced at the girl who was protected by the adults at the back, and shook his head

"Did they reveal who their 'donor' was?"

Fugo took two steps back, and replied with a frown after calming down

"Not only are they unwilling to disclose their benefactor, but they also enshrine 'that person' as a god. The girl said just now that since 'that person' came to this village, the red 'God Flower' has grown overnight." It’s full of mountains and plains, so they will definitely not betray 'that person'. And now, they not only regard us as the enemy of 'that person', but also think that we want to snatch these, these things,—how can we!"

Fugo still clenched his fists tightly, it can be seen that in this passage, he omitted how much abuse and humiliation from the other side, and finally he snorted mockingly

"I just didn't expect that poppy, the 'divine flower' regarded by the ancient Greeks, would find its 'job' again here."

"Then how much information do you know about 'that person'?"

Bugarati confronted the farmers indifferently, and then asked

Fugo hesitated to speak, and then replied with a jerky voice

"I already got some information about the other person's appearance from that girl...and the time when 'that person' appeared"

"Enough is enough, let's go back, leave the rest to Apache to investigate"

The two backed away from the flower field in a cold confrontation. When they got back into the car, Bugarati didn't start the car immediately, but looked at Fugo calmly.

"You didn't seem to have said the whole thing just now, Fugo?"

Fugo hoarse, his eyes turned to one side

"The person that girl described is actually..."

……

After hearing Fuge's words, Bugarati fell into a brief daze, and then he smiled comfortingly

"It won't be his, we all know that, don't we? There must be some secrets in it that we don't know about."

But Bugarati still didn't start the motorcycle. He closed his eyes and seemed to be taking a nap, but the gully between his eyebrows declared that his mood at the moment was not that simple.An inexplicable mood was gnawing at his heart like ants, causing a strange itching

"Buggarati"

Bugarati raised his head after hearing the words, his lips trembled twice, but he didn't make any syllables

Fugo felt that he might have guessed what Bucciarati was thinking now, maybe it was a question of himself, maybe it was a deeper pain, he continued with a little temptation

"Maybe we don't need to think too far away yet"

Bugarati sighed, suppressing the feelings of powerlessness and exhaustion in his heart

"I know, but, Fugo, when our territory gets bigger one day, then we..."

Fugo continued what Bugarati said.

"It's the 'world', we don't need to doubt ourselves anymore, Bugarati... Giorno has always given me such a feeling."

"—He can change the world"

Bugarati's brows relaxed a little, he raised his hand to start the motorcycle, and looked forward

"Yes...he always brings hope to people at any time"

***

May 2006, 5, 4:1PM, Italy, southwest of Campania

『The Campania region is located in the southwestern part of Italy, with many mountains and basins, and the coastal flats are suitable for the cultivation of crops due to the good climate and the volcanic ash from the active volcano Vesuvius.More and more villages and buildings are built on the plains where the Vesuvius lava flows, and the ancient city of Pompeii, which was destroyed in the volcanic ash thousands of years ago, is surrounded by mountains and seas, overlooking the danger of this peaceful dance.』

There is a patch of red on the hillside that is extremely conspicuous from the low plain, and three figures are shuttled among the red waves.

"Wow, these flowers look exactly the same to me. Could there really be any 'patterns' in them!"

Mista squinted her dark eyes, as if she wanted to see something in this sea of ​​flowers.

The wind brought a burst of greasy humidity, and the bright red ocean was surging, as if something was showing its fangs on the bottom of the sea, ready to move

Mista rubbed his arms subconsciously, then said with numb scalp

"So what kind of flowers are these? Why do I feel that this place gives me a gloomy feeling?"

"It's an Italian poppy, and it's also called a poppy in some places"

Giorno replied without taking his eyes off the road map in his hand

"Those things are produced from these flowers? It's too blatant to plant them directly on the hillside!"

Giorno shook his head upon hearing that.

"No, although the Italian poppy is also a plant of the poppy family, it has certain toxicity, but it is not addictive. It cannot be used to produce drugs like opium poppy, so it is allowed to be planted as an ornamental plant, and the ones in front of us It is a field of ornamental poppies."

"But didn't you say that this is the source of the new batch of drugs that have recently appeared?"

"There is nothing wrong with intelligence showing that the drugs came from here"

Another young man with a similar stature to Giorno, Apache took up the topic while thinking, with a low voice

"I thought that the other party used the method of mixing the real ones with opium poppies and the like, but now it seems that it should not be so simple. This flower field is full of poppies, Not even a small piece of crow | piece of poppy... What is the ability of the other party? Could it be that they can really practice poison from these unbeatable things?"

At this moment, Giorno bent down and squatted down, and touched one of the poppies, the petals turned into fiery red butterflies, and the butterflies obediently lay on his fingers without any intention of flying up.Giorno shook his fingers in surprise, but the butterfly seemed to have recognized his finger as the branch it was perched on, and did not take off for a long time.

"It's true that there's nothing wrong with a genuine poppy, but..."

His fingertips picked up a little soil under the flower

"The humus content here seems to be too high. According to the normal flowering period, there shouldn't be so much humus here."

The results of the investigation point to the impure poppies, the unwilling butterflies and the abnormal humus. All these seemingly irrelevant mysteries will be solved by the "Melancholy Blues" that seems to be born for this purpose.

Apache pulled out a map under his arm, marked with several conspicuous red crosses

"One person in the intelligence team has the ability to reproduce footprints. They have come here beforehand and found several abnormal footprints. What I want to do today is to reproduce the owners of these abnormal footprints."

"Then without further ado, let's get started, Apache."

After excluding a couple who were passionately fighting in the field and a photographer who was obsessed with staying in the sea of ​​flowers, the group came to the third location, a location off the center.

Melancholy Blues gradually elongated his figure with the beeping sound of rewinding, golden hair slowly took root from the top of Melancholy Blues original light purple head, and two eyes filled with loudspeakers emerged. The two green eyeballs rolled around and were embedded in the familiar eyebrows. The corners of his mouth carried his usual, mature smile, but the three people present looked like a chill wind blowing across their backs.

"Look at me | what are you doing, this is just a copy of melancholy blues, and I won't be fooled by this kind of blindfold."

Noticing the eyes of the other two, Apache said speechlessly

"But no matter how you say it, it's too similar! No, it's exactly the same!"

Mista circled around the melancholy blue-scribbled portrait twice, and clicked his tongue in amazement

Giorno raised his hand to touch his face, and walked in front of Melancholic Blues, just like looking in a mirror, in front of him was a blond young man who was exactly like him, and the green pupils of the youth reflected the coldness of Giorno at the moment. Eyes

Although he didn't show it, the other two people present could see that he was angry, because what the enemy did was tantamount to declaring war on him in a high-profile manner

Giorno took two steps back, and ordered with a cold face

"Let the Blues Go On"

The frozen blond youth began to move again. He half-kneeled and touched the ground with his five fingers. He just stopped for a long time.

"What's going on-"

"—shush"

Apache made a booing gesture, and everyone present held their breath and listened quietly to the melancholy blues

Melancholic blues can only record the sound left on the body, but not the sound of the environment.However, the environment and the individual interact with each other as if they are gravitational. Individuals can transform the environment, and the environment will always leave traces on the individual.

They listened, the voice was extremely thin, it was the voice of the land staying on the body reproduced by the melancholy blues through the best bone conduction

Small, but contains the most respectable power in the world

——It’s the sound of plants sprouting!

After realizing this, all the people at the scene stared slightly

As for what kind of plant sprouted, the three people present knew it well, and that was what they were looking for

"I... can't say that this ability is also a golden experience!"

Mista pulled the corners of her mouth and laughed dryly twice

"But this is indeed something that the golden experience can do... Ha... I never thought that the golden experience can be used in such a stupid way before."

The three continued to listen to the melancholy blues voice

After the plants germinated, there was a rustling sound on the ground, as if something was tumbling, which obviously came from a living creature.

"Can not only create plants, but also animals? Then what is the purpose of creating animals? And this ability...is closer to the golden experience."

Apache frowned and analyzed

"How is this possible!"

It has been a long time since Mista has been so anxious, I saw him pulling his hat, and then as if he remembered something, he patted Giorno excitedly.

"Don't you know that trick! It's turning into a creature to find the original owner. You can use these flowers!"

"I just used it..."

Giorno seemed to have fallen into a momentary confusion, and dense sweat flowed from his forehead

Mista turned his neck stiffly, and saw the red butterfly resting on Giorno's shoulder, which was reluctant to leave

Mista swallowed, and everything in front of him seemed to subvert the truth he had believed in since he was a child, making him unbelievable.

"But...but, this is impossible! This is impossible!"

He repeated it over and over again, as if this could wash away the doubts in his mind

"It is basically certain that the other party's method is to plant poppies in this flower field and replace them with poppies after a quick harvest, right? That's why the content of humus is so high."

Apache looked in the direction of Giorno

Giorno pursed his lips and nodded.

Apache went on to say

"The ability to stand in is unique. There has never been a situation where two people have the same double in this world... But I suddenly remembered the scene we saw five years ago. One body has two souls, and their doubles also have two souls. It’s the same, and it’s also possible that these two souls don’t know each other’s existence.”

"My golden experience can confirm the 'life energy' in the body, and I can confirm that there is only one soul in my body"

"So the golden experience...is it possible to deceive myself?"

"Are you doubting Giorno?! Apache!"

"No, I'm not doubting 'Giorno', but only with a skeptical attitude can we find the final truth. This is what I have always believed in."

……

A golden human figure appeared behind Giorno. He walked up to the golden experience, his eyes fixed on its eyes that could not be called eyes, his mood gradually stabilized in its sight, and he exhaled slowly. took a breath and said firmly

"You believe in me, and I also believe in the 'golden experience', believe that it will not deceive me"

The investigation of the day was over, and the young godfather ordered to wait for the answer brought back by Bugarati when he came back tonight.

***

May 2006, 5, 4:5PM, Milan, Italy

The popular Italian model Triscio Una finished the day's shooting. Just as she was stepping on high heels and leaving the studio to go to the parking lot, she saw the familiar blond youth leaning on the steps with his arms folded. By the armrest, a small bouquet of bright red flowers was inserted between his arms and body.

The young man also saw her, smiled familiarly, and then handed the bouquet to the lady who had just finished working all day, and the gentleman took the bag in her hand

"Giorno? Why are you here? Also, the bouquet you gave me...are poppies?"

"It's poppies, that's right. I hope you like it. I'm just investigating some things, so I came here by the way. I shouldn't disturb you, right?"

"Although it's not an interruption, at least let me know in advance if you want to meet a lady!"

After finishing speaking, Trixie pretended to be angry and glanced at Giorno beside him.

Giorno touched his nose

"This is my fault"

"What, do you want a drink?"

"I think so too"

……

"About that matter, how is your investigation going? Giorno, of course, if it's not convenient for you to tell me, please pretend that I didn't ask."

In a separate hidden room in a well-decorated restaurant, Trish asked:

People who live under the spotlight always have to be so careful to avoid the eyes and ears even for a dinner, in case the tabloids catch some rumors

"I already have some clues, but...the other party's ability is a little difficult."

Giorno drank the wine in the glass, looking at the empty glass with some disappointment in his eyes

"It's been a long time since I felt like this... This feeling that I'm not even sure if I can win."

There was a surprised expression on Trish's delicately made-up face

"You would say that too, Giorno, although I don't know who the enemy is, but I believe that no matter what kind of enemy it is, you can usher in the final victory. Ever since the day in the Colosseum, I I thought so"

Giorno smiled, and said bitterly

"But even I occasionally wonder how much luck is involved in it."

"It's not just luck, Giorno, you have that strength, no one is more able to carry out your beliefs more unswervingly than you, and you are wise and calm to secure your victory... The Requiem chose you, which also proves that this is not the case. ?"

After a long silence, the young man on the opposite side laughed.

"So that's how you see me, then I can't let you down, Trish, with your good words, I also think that I will be able to win."

After all, the young man poured half a glass of wine for each of them

***

"You mean the person who was finally investigated...is 'Giorno'?"

After hearing the results of the investigation in the afternoon, Bugarati looked less optimistic. His two fingers were bouncing anxiously on his legs.

"It is indeed my appearance that is reproduced through the melancholy blues, and the golden experience will also be used"

Giorno replied calmly as if he had nothing to do with him.

"Actually, Fugo and I also brought back some 'evidence' from the place of investigation."

Bugarati unzipped a zipper on his arm and took out a sealed bag, which contained several red poppies.

"It's not a poppie, it's a poppy"

Giorno took a flower and confirmed

"So……"

The poppy twisted and deformed in the palm of the young man, turning into a fiery red butterfly, but just like in the afternoon, he waved the butterfly to fly away, but the flying butterfly turned a small circle in the air, as if it had found its owner, and started to fly again. fell back on his shoulders

Fugo followed the butterfly with his gaze, and said

"We have received information about the enemy...'That person' looks very similar to Giorno."

Butterflies are turning back into red flowers as the gold experience ability is removed

"I thought that after getting so much information, we would be able to find the truth behind that today, but I didn't expect to find myself in the end after going around around."

The young leader of the gangster said with emotion

"But we don't believe you did it"

so say the second in command

"But...it's true that the clues were interrupted."

***

2006年5月5日，1：00AM，坎帕尼亚区西南部

A tall figure reappeared in the field of poppies

Apache took the map and found the spot in the afternoon

In the afternoon, he did not continue to show the reproduced portrait because he hoped to reconcile with Bugarati immediately.

And...the other party knew Giorno too well, it was as if an eye had been left on him, watching everything about him meticulously, so the three of them tacitly did not continue the screening.

Some of the enemy's stand-in abilities are surveillance?Or is there an insider in the upper echelons of 'Enthusiasm'?

They are not sure yet.

But the clues cannot stop there, there will always be some clues that can lead the answer to a new direction.

Still in that position, Melancholy Blues changed into the appearance of a blond young man again, and his movements seemed to speed up like twitching. This is Melancholy Blues' fast-forward ability.

The blond young man's hand quickly approached the ground, then retracted, and then he looked around.

Apache speculates he may be admiring his 'masterpiece'

After a while, Apache saw the blond youth turn around and walk in one direction.And... the subtle voice that should belong to biological activities did not decrease after the young man left, but became clearer

It is as dense as raindrops, as if something is blowing the dead leaves continuously, with a slight stirring sound

"Shusha——Shushasha"

"—Puff cluster—Puff cluster"

Apaki followed behind the young man carefully, trying to keep his footsteps as quiet as possible, so as not to interfere with the sound transmitted from the melancholy blues.

Apaki didn't fast forward the young man's movements, for fear of missing the slightest detail.

The blond young man walked leisurely, in the field of flowers that was dark red like blood in the night.The light golden hair entangled in the deserted moonlight, casting a sharp cold light on the people under the moon.

Apaki followed in the footsteps of the young man, stepped on the footprints left by the young man exactly, and walked among the dark red flowers.In the flower field, only the sound of youth and Apache stepping into the soil was left, occasionally accompanied by two hoarse and dismal crows

Finally, when he came to a puddle with flat terrain, the young man stopped his footsteps

He stood there for a long time, the sound of the rolling waves getting closer and closer

When Apache finally couldn't help fast forwarding, he saw a strange arc on the corner of the young man's mouth

Apaki held down his fist—this person, apart from anything else, has imitated Giorno’s slender appearance ten to ten percent.

Then he saw the blond young man under the moon raise one of his hands, and the fingertips pierced his face from the lower jaw accurately and neatly. The four fingers were like four sticks under the face, Agitating to peel off, wriggling maggots seem to break out of the cocoon from under the skin

Seeing all this, Apaki held his breath involuntarily, immediately, immediately he would be able to find the truth he was looking for!

The young man's movements were very neat, within ten seconds, he easily peeled off the skin on his face

But the result after opening it...is too normal, no, it should be said that this is a very normal result, but it is far from the idea in Apache's mind, he can't help but take a breath

Under that layer of skin is not another face, but normal muscle tissue

You can even see the red texture of the muscles. The muscles are still pulling the corners of his mouth, but where the original lips are, only the blood-soaked teeth are left. This person still looks like the young man just now. If there is any similarity, then there are only those round eyes that look like some creature's eggs

The sound of something surging gradually amplified, Apache could not help but tense his nerves, not daring to look away

A familiar voice blew in his ear

"Apaki?"

Apaki screamed, turned around and punched him, but found that it was just an auditory hallucination that occurred when he was highly nervous, and the reason for the auditory hallucination was the excessive noise around him

Cold sweat ran down his back

In any case, the stirring sound was very subtle just now, but now it is as clear as close at hand, and he finally heard what kind of sound it was

"Hiss - hiss - hiss"

Apache stiffly and slowly lowered his head to look at the ground that he had been neglecting all this time.

Dark green waves are rolling, glowing with fine phosphorescence

Bobo's tide is surging, slapping in the direction of Apache

The wet, watery smell was sent into the young man's nostrils along with the bloody smell from his bloody face.

—It's a snake!

Tens of thousands of snakes are entangled and churned, like a bunch of tangled noodles

They have identified him as the only prey standing in the center!

This is the answer to that puzzle!The faded leaves of the poppy are turned into snakes, and each snake looks for and holds its own fruit. In this way, the enemy achieves the purpose of "collection".

And he didn't make the snake disappear, but left it as an ambush, waiting for the uninvited guest at night

That's how the other party did it!And the other party may have some way to change his appearance, so that he can tear off his face so calmly

But it was too late for the truth to emerge

The tide of snakes is surging, sweeping across the places they go like eating and devouring, weak creatures gather together, and they will also become ferocious giant beasts. This is the power of nature, and it is not something that can be resisted by just one or two people

The raging dark green tide submerged two thin human figures

***

The popular Italian model Trixie Una disappeared. This news not only shocked the Italian public news and various tabloids, but also set off an uproar among the top underground gangsters in Southern Italy|

According to the information obtained by the intelligence team, the last person this young and beautiful model met was Giorno Giovanna, the leader of Enthusiasm. There were no traces of struggle at the scene, neither in appearance nor in the remaining DNA , all the clues still point to him.

"I didn't go to Milan at around five o'clock last night, but said goodbye to Mista and Apaki first. Apaki's melancholy blues can read that I was indeed at home at that time, and I didn't go to other places. place"

Everything that happened from the beginning seemed to be aimed at him everywhere. Giorno hoarse, his face was a little pale, and his voice was no longer as clear as usual, which shows that he is not feeling very well at this time.

"However...Apaki hasn't replied since this morning."

Giorno leaned back on the swivel chair and raised his head. The swivel chair spun around and around fast and slow. Some people like to do this when their minds are too complicated. The slight dizziness will make it easier for him to let go brain

Finally he stopped spinning, he took a deep breath, and then said hoarsely

"Buggarati, do you think 'Giorno' would do such a thing?"

"You have no reason to do something so unmotivated"

"If... I mean, if such a 'motivation' is really found, do you think 'Giorno' will do such a thing?"

"Why do you ask that, Giorno?"

Bugarati's gray-blue eyes were like sea tides under cloudy clouds. He looked at Giorno, but Giorno was no longer as honest as before, and turned his gaze away, not meeting him.

"..."

"..."

After the short conversation, there was a room of silence and he left

***

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