[JOJO] Dual personality is inherited

Giorno didn't expect this day to come so soon.

When they arrived at their destination, Giorno realized where he was.

"Mom, are you alright?" He looked sideways at Diablo who was standing beside him.

"Well, it's all right now, so I'll take you to the amusement park." Diablo smiled naturally, not as reluctantly as he did a few days ago.

Although this is the case... But Giorno always feels that something has changed, that smile is not fake, it just feels strange...

Probably his illusion, Giorno thought so.

Since it was a working day, the amusement park wasn't crowded with people, so the benefits of Diablo's freelance work came to the fore.

How can other social animals often accompany children?And Diablo can do it. After all, he works at home and cleans up traitors or blind people when he goes out.

No one knows who the boss of the organization is, and no one will visit her. It's easy to be a dead house and isolated from the world.

Diablo, like ordinary parents, bought a balloon for Giorno, took him to the carousel, and took photos with some staff members wearing dolls.

It's a pity that Giorno is still too young to play most of the facilities.

But Giorno is also very happy, mother is still mother, the same as before, and this also means that it is time for Trixie to declare his existence.

While playing, Giorno was distracted chatting with Trish, discussing when would be the best time to tell the truth.

"Giorno, here." While the two were chatting, Diablo bought a grilled cheese sandwich that was just out of the oven, still steaming.

The heat was transmitted to Giorno's palm through the woolen gloves, which is not bad to eat in the winter.

As for whether cheese will make you fat?This is not something Diablo should worry about at all.

"It's a bit hot, eat slowly." Diablo leaned over and blew twice.

"Huh~huh~" Giorno imitated his mother and blew twice before biting down, "It's so hot..."

"I told you to slow down..." Seeing his mother's helpless expression, Giorno smiled embarrassedly.

The two sat on the bench, their little feet that couldn't reach the ground swayed from time to time, probably because they had had too much fun playing, and their physical strength was almost exhausted. Giorno actually finished the big sandwich.

"Are you full? What else do you want to play?" Diablo asked with a smile as he wiped off the grease from the corner of Giorno's mouth.

Giorno shook his head, "I'm very happy today, where does mom want to go? Can I go with you?"

Diablo was taken aback, he didn't expect him to say that, the smile on his face almost couldn't hold back, "I...I don't have anywhere to go, do you really have no place to play?"

"Not yet, let's go home, Mom." Giorno wanted to let Trish come out rather than play, and it's not a good place to talk about it outside, so let's go home first.

"Go home..." Diablo rubbed Giorno's soft pink hair, and there was a strange light in his petal-like green eyes, "Well, then let's go."

Giorno always felt that today's mother was out of harmony, but the strange feeling of blood in his heart told him that the one in front of him was his mother, not someone else's fake one.

"I'm getting more and more nervous, what should I do..." Trish's voice came from the bottom of his heart, giving Giorno the urge to touch his forehead.

"I'll be home in a few minutes, don't be cowardly at this time!" Giorno glanced at Diablo beside him, and whispered.

"But I..."

"Giorno." Diablo's voice interrupted their chat.

"Ah, ah?" Giorno was taken aback, and quickly responded.

"Wait here for me, I have something to do." Diablo squatted down and looked at him seriously, raised his hand to caress his little face that was blown red by the cold wind, then took off his scarf and gave it to him surround. "Don't go away, you know?"

"Yeah!" Giorno nodded obediently as the remaining warmth on the scarf caressed his cheek.

Diablo, who turned around and walked towards the corner of the street, didn't dare to look back, she was afraid that she couldn't help but return to Giorno again.

Turning the corner, Diablo hid in a position where Giorno could not see, and the restaurant window diagonally opposite just reflected Giorno's figure.

He stayed where he was, and the winter wind was too cold, so he tightened his scarf a little more.

Diablo looked away and let out a breath. She wasn't really ready, and even wanted to call the subordinates nearby to come over and do something.

He took out the mobile phone in his arms and opened the email interface, but he couldn't write a word.

A small piece of carefully carved flower fell on the screen of the mobile phone, and Diablo was stunned, watching the flower gradually melt.

"Is it snowing..." Diablo then reacted and looked up at the sky. The snowflakes stayed on her long pink hair, like decoration.

Many people looked at her sideways, and it seemed that those petal-like green eyes were more attractive than snowflakes.

She held the phone tightly, put it away, turned around and walked out, her heart still didn't give an accurate answer, but...

Diablo's pupils trembled slightly, and Giorno, who was obediently standing by the phone booth waiting for her, disappeared.

how come?Her gaze was only averted for five seconds!

Diablo rushed to the phone booth.

No, there is no phone booth around, and no one can be seen through the glass of the phone booth.

Diablo opened his mouth to call his name, but a flash of thought caught her voice in her throat.

She didn't think that Giorno would leave by himself, so he was abducted by others?Is this possible?Diablo didn't know, and he didn't even want to think about what kind of person Giorno, a natural substitute messenger, would be taken away by.

I struggled with it for so long, but when I turned around, Qiao Luno disappeared. This is probably because the sky is helping her to make a choice...

But why is there something missing in my heart?

Diablo didn't go home, she had already moved the important things away, and the rest of the villa were dispensable things.

Regardless of whether the person who kidnapped Giorno wanted to use him to do something or kill him, Diablo sold the villa in one email, it was already empty, and it was impossible to use Giorno to find him of.

The snow fell more and more heavily, and Diablo's head and shoulders had accumulated a lot, and the sky gradually became dark, and pedestrians passed by in a hurry.

The coat had already been soaked by the melted snow, and she felt a little cold after losing her scarf.

The neon signs on the side of the road that just started to open for business attracted Diablo's attention, "Is it a bar..." she murmured, it seems good to go for a drink...

Since it was just late at night, there were not many customers in the bar, so she patted off the snow from her body, walked to the bar and sat down.

"Ma'am, what do you want to drink?" The bartender at the bar just handed out a cocktail to the customer, and asked Diablo with his head turned.

"...Anything is fine." Diablo didn't understand wine, and he didn't want to study it carefully when he looked at the dazzling wine bottles on the counter.

The bartender nodded with a smile, he had seen this kind of customers a lot.

After a while, a brown cocktail was pushed in front of Diablo, with a cherry at the bottom of the inverted cone.

"What kind of wine is this?" Diablo picked it up and shook it lightly.

"The name of the wine is 'Godfather'." The bartender wiped the bartending utensils. "It's Scotch whiskey base wine with almond liqueur. You can try it. It's delicious."

Diablo was actually amused by this sentence.

"Is there a problem?" the bartender wondered.

"No, I'm just wondering, do you professionals also use the simple 'good drink' to describe it?"

The bartender was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "Instead of using those fancy adjectives, wouldn't 'very good' better express its value?"

It's true...

Diablo left a black lip print on the rim of the cup.

A wine called 'The Godfather'...

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