[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

"Broadcast the next news."

"The search and rescue is still going on at the crash site off the coast of Olbia, Sardinia, but there is still no result."

I was sitting in the restaurant, resting my chin on one hand, watching the news on TV, stuffing chocolate ice cream into my mouth one after another.Polnareff was sitting right in front of me, and there were all kinds of delicious dishes on the table in front of him. He just touched some food with his spoon, and stopped.

This is a restaurant close to the coast. The floor-to-ceiling windows decorated in the restaurant can accommodate the entire beautiful coast. The moist and warm sea breeze rolls over the white waves, and the sea is shining with golden light.With its unique geographical location and ingenious interior decoration, this restaurant has a good reputation in the local area, and there is an endless stream of customers, so reservations can only be made several days in advance.

I looked back at the TV, looked at Mr. Polnareff, and asked politely: "Mr. Polnareff, is the food not to your taste?"

"No, that's fine," Polnareff said truthfully after a pause, "it's just that I don't have much appetite right now. Where the hell is that person you're talking about?"

I touched my chin and replied blankly: "It's in the sea, probably."

Polnareff: "???"

"But it doesn't matter, it's all trivial, please don't worry about it," I slowly took out a map of Sardinia from my satchel, which was densely marked with tourist attractions and specialty shopping shops, "In contrast, our Let's discuss where to go later, Mr. Polnareff."

"Falling into the sea means being hunted down by Diablo's men? This is no small matter!" Polnareff frowned, "Can you contact him?"

I continued: "Why don't we go to the Emerald Coast of Sardinia, Mr. Polnareff."

Polnareff's nervous expression eased, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, he said clearly, "Have you agreed to meet on the Emerald Coast?"

"Ah, it's not because of this." I shook my hand, looking very serious. "The Emerald Coast is one of the tourist attractions in Sardinia. It's hard to come here and not go there."

Polnareff: "Do you just want to travel?! We're here to do serious business, so be serious."

"I'm serious, Mr. Polnareff, please look," I held up the carefully drawn map of Sardinia, and said with a little ostentation, "I'm still There are several travel guidebooks. I am fully prepared."

Polnareff: "...No! That's not what I said!"

Seeing that the expression on Polnareff's face gradually became heavy and anxious again, I stared at him for a while, and then pushed the cup of steaming chocolate ice cream in front of Polnareff without any emotional ups and downs. The voice said: "Don't worry, that is a person who will turn into a killer whale even if he falls into the sea, and then ride the killer whale ashore. Don't worry."

Before Polnareff opened his mouth to say anything, I cut off his unspoken words and said, "Compared to this, Mr. Polnareff, please take care of yourself."

"The inconvenient movement caused by paralysis of the lower limbs will cause muscle atrophy in other parts. I think Mr. Polnareff should be more aware of his physical condition than anyone else. In this case, even if he just goes out for a walk Well, I suggest that you increase your activity appropriately." I said it bluntly, not paying too much attention to my words.Polnareff is not a person who would worry about his physical condition. If others care too much about his physical condition and shrink back, it will despise him instead.

I continued: "In addition, the loss of appetite, lack of concentration, slow thinking, depression, and irregular heartbeat caused by tension and anxiety..."

"Why do you make it sound like you're pregnant?" Polnareff couldn't help but ask.

"...To put it simply, it will cause various health problems, please take good care of your body."

I paused, trying to make my voice as convincing and trustworthy as possible: "Leave the next thing to me, Mr. Polnareff. I will deliver your arrow to a place where you can bring hands of the victor."

Polnareff pursed his lips and remained silent, without speaking, like a sculpture that had been weathered and stood quietly.After a while, Polnareff finally opened his mouth, his voice seemed less tense than before: "What you said sounds quite trustworthy."

"That's actually true," I added quickly.

Polnareff slowly stretched out his hand and scooped up a scoop of chilled chocolate ice cream, which was decorated with a bright red cherry.He asked: "So, now we just need to continue to wait for the person you said?"

In theory it is true.

However, since the last phone call with Giorno, I have lost contact with him—I guess his communication may have been monitored by the organization, cutting off contact with the outside world.But fortunately, Giorno gave me the exact meeting address before, which is on the Emerald Coast of Sardinia.

I took Mr. Polnareff to the Emerald Coast and asked him to wait in a private apartment near the coast, and I went to find the whereabouts of Giorno and his companions by myself.I hadn't been walking along the coast long before I saw an unexpected person appear in this place.

"Ah, Mr. Apache," I raised my hand and waved to Apache not far away, "Hello."

Apaki folded his arms around his chest, and when he saw me, he frowned reflexively, with an undisguised vigilance on his face.He seemed to be guarding this place to do something very important, and his whole body was well-prepared, exuding the aura of "go away and leave me alone" all over his body.

"It's you," Apache's tone was neither too good nor too bad, he frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

A gust of salty sea breeze blew in my face, and I immediately reached out to hold down the fisherman's hat fluttering on top of my head.After the sea breeze subsided for a while, I let go of my hand. At the same time, I raised my eyes, looked at Apache from under the wide brim of my hat, and said, "I have something to do, come here to meet someone. Mr. Apache Woolen cloth?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Apache replied with unexpected indifference.

I said "oh", knowing that I didn't like Mr. Apache very much, so I stopped talking and just stood there without saying a word.

Apache endured for a while, and finally couldn't help asking me: "What are you doing here? Are you still not leaving?"

"Mr. Apache, I have already said," I repeated honestly, "I want to wait for someone here."

"Who?" Apache continued.

I glanced at him with a bit of inexplicable meaning in my eyes, as if wondering why he asked this.I replied, "It's none of your business, Mr. Apache."

Apaki had nothing to say, so he simply shut his mouth and stopped talking. At the same time, he distracted his attention from me, and continued to guard his surroundings, just like a dog lying on the spot and patrolling the surrounding territory with its eyes. It is like some kind of animal in his life, and in his eyes, I am something like an insect, probably.

"Where are Mr. Bugarati and the others?" I glanced around, but I didn't see the figures of the other people. "Why didn't I see them?"

Apaki glanced at me and said, "They've gone to other parts of the island. If you're expecting to see Buccarati, you're going to be disappointed."

"Oh, that means they left you here alone?" I nodded, and couldn't help but look at the female high school student who was pushed out by his peers and wouldn't even be taken to the bathroom with him. Watching Mr. Apache.

Apache: "..."

Apache: "What kind of eyes do you have?"

I slowly retracted my gaze: "Sorry, I was rude."

I looked around for a while, then picked a relatively flat rock and sat down.

The rock surface was slightly hot from the bright and warm island sun. I held my face in my hands and stared at the coastline in front of me for a while. By the time I bought two ice creams from a passing vendor, I had already passed eight When I was alone, Apache's voice sounded again from the top of my head.

"Your brother," Apache said abruptly, "how is it?"

I blinked, stunned for a moment, and then realized that I had lied to Apache that I had a younger brother who was determined to join the gang.I thought for a while, and said truthfully: "He has already joined the gang as he wished."

Apaki was silent for a while, and his voice couldn't hear the emotion: "Is that so?"

I couldn't help but look at Apache a few more times. To be honest, I was a little surprised. I thought he must have forgotten such a small thing-this is just a temporary little lie for me-but I didn't expect him to remember Then... ah, is this the quality of the police?Terrible.

At this moment, a sea breeze was stronger than before. I was holding ice cream in both hands, and I had no time to hold down the fisherman hat on my head. I could only watch the dark blue one with a bow tie. The hat was blown up by the wind, slowly spun around twice like a butterfly in the wind, and finally landed on a tall branch.

It fell so high that I couldn't reach it even if I reached out.Just when I was thinking about what to do, Mr. Apache suddenly walked under the branch, raised his arm, and easily took off the hat hanging on the branch.

Apache handed me a dark blue bucket hat with a wide brim impatiently.

I didn't mean to take it immediately, but stretched out my hands blankly, holding an ice cream in each hand, because the temperature of the seaside was too high, the ice cream had already melted, and the sticky liquid flowed from the edge of the cone. It overflowed and dripped onto my hands.

Apache: "..."

Apache couldn't help but teach me: "Are you a child? How can you make this with ice cream?!"

"No way, it melts too fast," I explained solemnly, "and I can't finish it."

"Then you shouldn't have bought two in the first place." Apache continued to lecture me.

"The ice cream seller insisted on giving me one." I tilted my head and recalled the scene just now. "It's so warm, I can't refuse."

"...so you're still a brat."

Apaki couldn't help talking, and at the same time put the wide hat on top of my head.

"Ah, Mr. Apache, the hat seems a little crooked." I reminded him aloud.

Apache heard it, but instead of tidying it up for me, he stretched out his hand and pulled down the hat on my head a little more, and said blankly, "Just wear it like this. It looks a little more pleasing to the eye."