[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

I tried to call Mr. Nairu, and after I found out that the other party had blocked me, my face gradually turned serious.

This is too bad, the cash machine is broken... Ah, no, Mr. Naru is angry.

...but why is he angry?

I curled up my legs, huddled in a small corner of the single bed, and stared at the slightly shiny phone screen for a long time, but I still didn't figure it out.

I tilted my head and touched my wet hair with my fingers. The black hair that had been wet with warm water had a nice luster under the light, showing that the soft and docile black hair had grown a lot, and it had reached the point where I had to worry How to take care of the degree.I couldn't figure it out after thinking for a long time, so I had to press the shutdown button of the phone, and the bright screen went off in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, I raised my head and looked at Giorno expressionlessly, who happened to fill a glass of milk.Giorno looked at me, then at the glass of milk, hesitated for a moment before politely asking me, "Do you want a drink?"

I didn't nod, didn't refuse, just stared at him.

"It's not my fault." Giorno understood what I meant with his extraordinary and excellent judgment, and said without changing his face, "I did it according to your wishes."

This is true.I accepted what Giorno said, and took the cup of fragrant milk from his hands. Maintaining the habit of a glass of milk before going to bed every night is the secret to growing taller. Unfortunately, my height has stagnated It has been a long time at 1.6 meters eight, which makes me wonder if my daily intake of nutrients is not enough-it seems that I still eat too little sweet and sour pork.

At this moment, Giorno asked me abruptly: "Is that cash machine your father?"

"It's the guardian." I tried to correct him again, and replied honestly, "No, Mr. Naru is not my father. What's wrong?"

"Oh." The expression on Giorno's face remained unchanged, as if the question just now was just a casual question, "From the other party's voice, it can be heard that he is not old enough to be your father, so I I'm a little curious about your relationship."

"My relationship with Mr. Nail..." I couldn't help repeating Giorno's words. After thinking about it carefully, the relationship between me and Mr. Nairu is indeed complicated, and even I can't sum it up clearly in a few words.

Although Mr. Nairu is my guardian in name, he actually rejects this statement visibly with the naked eye. It can be seen that Mr. Nairu does not seem to have any similar kinship ties with me—could it be that I am not very Is it likable?

Secondly, my husband does not allow me to call him a teacher or master, although he has indeed taught me a lot in many aspects. If he wants to, he must be the most strict and competent teacher in the world.However, his attitude towards me was not as if he was teaching an inexperienced and reckless student, but more like he was treating a stray cat picked up casually on a rainy day, because a stray cat crawling around outside is too much. It is not sensible anymore, so he spent some effort to educate it.

"I don't know too well," I thought for a while, then shook my head lightly, "but there is no better explanation than the guardian."

After hearing what I said, Giorno also showed a slightly thoughtful expression.To be honest, I often think that Giorno and Mr. Naru are the same type. I can't know what they think in their hearts, but what is certain is that it is better not to know their thoughts than to know their thoughts , at least a little easier.I'm not very good at dealing with complex thinking people.

I put the closed mobile phone back into the satchel, but suddenly saw a corner of the broken sword slightly protruding, so I turned my head and glanced at Giorno.

"Just now your phone rang in the bag, I accidentally touched it when I took it out, sorry." Giorno explained.

I shook my head and signaled him not to care: "It's nothing."

Saying so, I took out the cut sword from the satchel.There were a lot of bloodstains on the blade and hilt of the sword, and Varian's people didn't clean it. The bloodstains on it turned into slightly blackened spots due to prolonged exposure to oxygen.I sat cross-legged on the bed, and carefully examined the half-cut sword with the light in the room, but I still didn't see any useful clues.

"Giorno, you once said that you wanted to climb to the top of the organization, right?" I lowered my hand, put the broken sword in my hand on my bare knee, and said to Giorno, "Any plans? "

Giorno said in a calm voice: "[Enthusiasm] has a special organizational structure, and no one has ever seen the true face of the Boss. All in all, I want to get promoted as soon as possible through my ability, and defeat him when I can get close to the Boss. "

I recalled, if I remember correctly, Giorno once said that his ability seems to be: "Your ability refers to the ability to give life to objects?"

"Yes." Giorno nodded without hesitation, at this moment, a small golden butterfly suddenly flew in leisurely through the open window.

The wings of the butterfly flying up and down seem to be condensed with cold moonlight. It floats in undulatingly, and the flying path forms a crooked arc.I recognized it, it was a species of Morpholidae, it was only distributed in South America, and generally it would not appear in this kind of place at all.

This dreamlike golden butterfly, which shouldn't have appeared here, flew towards Giorno dangly, wrapped around his side, and finally landed on the tip of his raised finger.

I kept silent and looked at Giorno with the eyes of a Disney princess.

Giorno, who noticed my gaze: "..."

"To be precise, this is my stand-in ability." Giorno completely ignored my eyes without changing his expression, and said a term that I didn't know at all, "Can you see it?"

I was taken aback: "See what?"

Giorno pointed to the air in front of me, and continued to explain: "In short, the double is the image produced by the life energy in the human body, with special power. If you can see it, you will find that it is standing in front of you."

I carefully looked at the cloud of air in front of me, but I didn't find the image that Giorno said.However, since Giorno himself is not a joking character, I have no doubts about his words. After staring at the air for a long time, I finally raised my hand and tried to move in the direction of the double that Giorno said I touched it.

At this time, Giorno suddenly turned sideways, and the golden butterfly resting on his finger seemed to be gently brushed by a gust of wind, its wings flapped twice, and it left his fingertips.

Giorno stared at me with those emerald eyes. After a while, his eyes seemed to be deliberately avoiding something, and he moved away from my face.Giorno said briefly, "Your hand."

"My hands?" I tilted my head, repeating his words, while shaking those five slender, white fingers.Under the reflection of the light, there seems to be a shimmer of water on the manicured nails.

Giorno didn't look at me, his voice was still calm: "I touched something strange."

I reacted immediately, quickly took my hand back as if I had done something wrong inadvertently, put it honestly behind my back, and said, "Sorry, I was wrong," I paused, my eyes couldn't help being a little puzzled, "But I didn't see it."

"Ordinary people can't see the double," Giorno said, "I only recently learned about the double."

I focused my attention on the butterfly wrapped around him, and pointed it out: "So, did you use your ability to conjure that butterfly? I know it's a morpho butterfly, which only grows in southern China. America, your abilities may explain why it is here."

"Well, you're right." Giorno nodded, he stretched out his hand under the golden butterfly, and then released the double ability, and the flying golden butterfly immediately turned into a cold hand The gun suddenly fell into Giorno's hand.

"Ah," I recognized it at a glance, and couldn't help making a sound, "This is the gun I gave you."

Giorno nodded and handed me the gun.I disassembled and reassembled it in a smooth manner. Giorno maintained it very well. There was not even the slightest trace of use. Not even a single bullet was missing. It seems that he has never encountered anything that endangered his life. things.

Soon, this cold gun turned into a butterfly in my palm.It was a real butterfly, resting on my fingertips, and the moment the wings vibrated, there was a subtle touch.My hands became very still, to avoid startling it.

"Why did you turn it into a butterfly?" I couldn't help asking.

Giorno gave a well-balanced answer: "There is no place to use it for the time being. It is not convenient to carry it on the body."

However, the golden butterfly still flapped its wings and flew away from my hand.My eyes followed it until the butterfly flew out of the window without the slightest nostalgia.

I pointed to the direction where the butterfly left, and said to Giorno, "Fly away."

Giorno glanced in the direction, then turned his head, and his eyes moved to my face.I seem to feel the touch like a butterfly resting on my fingertips.

"Don't worry," Giorno said calmly, "she will come back to me."

He and I looked at each other, and neither of us spoke for a while.

I blinked my eyes, and the short silence that coincided with it made me not know what to say, so I could only open my mouth in response and said, "Oh..."

Giorno was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, he changed the subject deliberately: "Can I take a look at this thing?"

What Giorno was talking about was this half-cut sword.I didn't refuse, and handed him the cold broken sword with a vague rusty smell.

He took it, and looked at the broken sword with a serious expression, which looked a bit miserable.Giorno has always been a person with a sense of proportion. He seemed to realize something and didn't ask me about the origin of this sword.

After a while, Giorno said abruptly, "Don't you think the scuffed place on the hilt is a bit strange?"

I didn't react, I was slightly taken aback: "What?"

I looked in the direction he indicated.There are indeed some slight wear marks on the hilt, but at first I thought it was the marks left by Durr's long-term use of the saber, but now that Giorno pointed it out, I found that these wear marks faintly revealed a trace of wear and tear. Subtly weird.These appear to be a piece of Morse code.

On one side of the hilt are numbers resembling geographical coordinates written in Morse code.

On the other side was a name I didn't recognize at all: J.P. Polnareff.

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