[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

"Mr. Apache, it's a bit too much to say that." I raised my wrist, pushed up the brim of my hat with my clean part, and said expressionlessly, "I'm confident that I'm invincible just by looking at my face."

As soon as the words fell, I subconsciously frowned slightly, looked thoughtfully at the coast ahead, and then glanced at the direction close to the rocky cliff.

Apache Tucao: "Where does the confidence come from?"

He paused for a moment, then suddenly supported his forehead, and said in a low voice: "I was accidentally taken away by you, anyway, don't get in the way here, go aside."

"I'm afraid it won't work. I find it odd, Mr. Apache," I said.

"What's wrong?" Apache frowned, he didn't seem to know why I brought this up suddenly, he just felt something was wrong intuitively.

"I found that what I said just now was incoherent." I organized my thoughts and slowly expressed my thoughts.

At the same time, I raised my hand and signaled Apache in front of me to look at the skin on my arm, on which melted ice cream suddenly slid from my wrist to my forearm.I continued to say, "The melting speed of the ice cream is also wrong. Judging from the situation of the two, the time just now has been cut off by about [-] seconds."

Apache was slightly taken aback: "...what?"

I looked at Apache, thought for a while, and decided to verify my guess indirectly, so I asked him aloud: "Mr. Apache, my friend is Giorno Giobana, do you know where he is now?" Is it?"

"That newcomer?" Apache quickly responded, "You came here to find him? Wait, do you know how to defeat the boss?"

Looking at Apache's reaction, I knew that my guess was right - Giorno once said that he came to Sardinia with his team to track down the true identity of the boss.It would be a bit of a coincidence to meet Apache at this point in time, not to mention that Apache and Buccarati are also members of the [Passion] organization... As for the purpose of my coming here, Giorno must have told them explained.

"The boss's ability is to cut time, and there is a high probability that he is around here," I looked around, and said, "Although I don't know what you are doing here, please be careful, Mr. Apache. Until I meet Giorno, I will stay here with you to ensure your safety."

Apaki was silent for a while without opening his mouth, and after a while, he firmly rejected me: "No, you leave here first and find a place to hide."

"...And wait for Diablo to show up and complete an assassination," I nodded, agreeing, "It's a perfect plan."

Apache: "...No!"

"What can you do in the battle between the stand-in messengers? Don't be too whimsical, get out of here and hide," Apache said forcefully, "Wait until you find Bugarati and Giorno and tell them how to defeat the boss. That's what you should be doing."

I then asked, "What about you?"

Hearing this, Apache glanced sideways reflexively—there was nothing in that place, no, it’s not so much that there was nothing, it’s better to say that I couldn’t see anything at all.Apache said in a deep voice, "I still have my own things to do."

I stared at Apache for a while, then nodded, with a calm tone: "Mr. Apache, you are right."

"But I refuse." I continued deadpan.

"You kid, don't you understand human words?!"

"Ah, sorry, my favorite thing is to say no to people who tell me what to do."

"Stop causing trouble to others! Brats of your age just like to be self-righteous, that's enough."

"Mr. Apache is also quite arbitrary, no wonder your companion will abandon you to go to the bathroom together, please reflect a little bit."

"…No, they didn't go to the bathroom. What are you talking about?"

I shook my head and said seriously: "I'm not talking nonsense. I'm just worried about Mr. Apache. At least until I see your companion, please let me stay here."

Apaki froze for a moment, didn't speak, just turned his head to the side, and said after a while: "... Do whatever you want. I won't care about you."

At this time, a loud sound came from the front. I looked in the direction of the source of the sound and saw a group of children in jerseys running towards this side.

My eyes fell on one of the children in the group.It was a teenager with pink hair, the end of which was braided into a short braid at the back of his head. He was wearing a jersey of the same style as other teenagers, but it could be seen from the exposed sleeves that he was wearing a shirt underneath. A sweater in the same color as your hair.

I looked at him a few more times, and then looked away quickly.

Not long after, there was a strange movement not far away.

"How did you kick it over there, you are a real dish."

"It's the fault of the person who didn't catch the ball!"

"Stop talking nonsense and get the ball back quickly."

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Apaki looked in the direction of the group of children for a while, his expression moved slightly, and finally he couldn't help but raised his feet to walk over there, but he was interrupted by my emotionless voice just after taking half a step.

"You said you don't care about the kid, but you're still going to help people pick up the ball?" I raised my hand and clapped my hands twice, applauding expressionlessly, "You are indeed a former policeman who takes pleasure in helping others. Mr. Apache... Ah, I seem to have said something that Mr. Apache doesn't want to recall, I'm so sorry."

Apaki gave me a cold look, and found that I was apologizing seriously, and when I looked extremely sincere, I was speechless.

"Let me help, Mr. Apache."

Saying so, I walked towards the place where the group of children gathered.They were huddled under a tree, and the football was hanging high on the tree. Given their height, they couldn't remove the football by themselves-this branch was exactly where my hat was blown off by the wind.

I raised my head to measure the distance, then stepped on the hard rock next to me and jumped up, finally squatted on a rock next to the branch, and reached out to take out the football.

"Here you are." As I said, I threw the football in my hand to the pink-haired teenager among a group of children.His bangs are too long and cover his face, I can't see his face and the expression on his face clearly.

He stretched out his hand and caught the football firmly, and then his body froze suddenly.

"Hey, what are you doing standing there stupidly? Let's go!" One of the children got impatient and planned to grab the football from the opponent's hand and run away.

I reminded the little kid out of good intentions and said seriously: "Better not touch the football, it has the skin contact poison I just put on it. I'm not kidding."

The child withdrew his hand instantly, with a dubious expression on his face: "What are you talking about?"

"At first, there will be burning pain at the skin contact site, then blurred vision, then dizziness, headache, vomiting, until death, this process will last for about half an hour." I stared at the motionless pink-haired man. The boy explained slowly: "The smell of blood on your body is too obvious. If you are in the sea, you will attract sharks, let alone me."

Not only that, to be honest, wearing a turtleneck sweater while playing at the beach is strange enough in itself, plus the jersey outside him is the wrong size, it is obviously one size smaller, so I guess it should be him snatched from another.

"Although I can't confirm your identity, I just noticed something strange and made such an impolite act of poisoning. It is indeed my rudeness." I lowered my eyes and looked at him condescendingly, "But the girl is out of the house. It's always right to be careful, forgive me."

No matter what the double is, there will always be a certain range.Polnareff once told me that the shooting range of Diablo's stand-in is two meters, and it must be kept out of this range anyway.

I stood on a high rock, and the visual distance was more than two meters.Although it cannot be said to be completely safe in this position, as long as the other party makes a move, I can always react.

I blinked, and the next moment my body was slumped to the ground beneath the rock.

... To be precise, I fell from above. The rock above has been completely destroyed, and the rubble is piled up beside me.At the same time, several bloodstains gushed out from the wound on my arm—this is also the method Mr. Polnareff gave me, using the dripping speed of blood to judge the flow of time, and when the blood increased It might be possible to dodge Diablo's attack in an instant.

When I jumped onto the rock, I had carefully and secretly cut myself a wound.

The moment I realized the situation, I reflexively turned to the side to avoid it, relying on my body's sensitive reaction speed beyond that of searching for people.

At the moment of lightning and flint, my original position was smashed into a cracked pit by the other party, but the strange thing is that I saw that his hand clearly did not touch the ground, but he still smashed the ground into a spider web-like crack ——There is no doubt that this is also a stand-in messenger.

Coupled with the traces removed by time just now, the identity of this person is already obvious.

"Mr. Apache! He is the boss!" I turned up the volume and said to Apache.

Apache's reaction speed is also very fast. When the opponent attacked me again, he dodged in front of me and blocked the opponent's attack-in my opinion, the two of them were separated by a little distance from each other, but they were deadlocked. It seems that the situation is very tense... But, the picture of these two people fighting tensely in a place where I can't see is honestly a bit strange.

"Got it," Apache said in a low voice, judging from the voice that he seemed to be struggling, "run and tell Giorno!"

Only a double can beat a double.

Ordinary people can only deal with the body of the stand-in. It is my luck to poison the opponent by taking the first step, and I will only be a burden to Mr. Apache if I stay here.

I turned around and ran, and passed the message to Mr. Polnareff who was also in Sardinia as quickly as possible.

After I digitally sent Polnareff a text message stating the status of the matter, a caller ID screen popped up on my phone—it was Mr. Naruto calling for me.

However, in the next second, the screen of the incoming call on the mobile phone changed to a sign that the call was interrupted.

I looked at the mobile phone screen that suddenly showed a communication interruption, and my eyes moved down a little bit, and fell on the bloody hand that pierced my abdomen.

"Too many unexpected things have happened in my hometown of Sardinia," said a cold voice behind me, "I will not allow any accidents to happen in the future."

I heard Apache calling my name.

There seemed to be other voices.

...but I can't do anything anymore.My vision instantly went dark.

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I seem to have fallen into the sea.

It should be in the sea, because I smell the fishy smell of sea water from my body. From the inside out, I seem to have turned into a rotten and smelly dead fish, or light seaweed.I kept falling, falling, and falling in the black sea water. I didn't know whether I should have my eyes open or closed. No matter what actions I made, there was darkness all around me.

But soon, a very faint light appeared in front of my eyes, but it was extremely bright in the dark environment.

The light came from the ring on my chest.It was buoyed by the black sea water and floated in front of my neck, exuding a bright and warm light like a flame.

I stretched out my hand tentatively in its direction, and at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly came out from the darkness, gently holding my outstretched right hand.

It was a pair of male hands that could hold my hands completely in their palms.It is both warm and cold, as if it really exists, and it seems to disappear suddenly like a bubble.

But there is no doubt that these hands are holding me tightly and leading me in an unknown direction.

"do not be afraid."

"I am here."

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"Ah! Wait a minute, Chuya! Look over there, is there someone there?"

"Huh? It seems so."

"Could it be a dead person? Was it killed?"

"Just look at it and see."

"Oh oh oh...wait for me, Chuya!"

I felt my surroundings light up—I was freed from the cold, dark water.My consciousness is very clear, and I can continue to think about myself, just like the soul is separated from the body, floating in mid-air to examine my body coldly; The so-called "now".

I was turned over, and my soul heard gasps and voices of incredulity around me.

"Okay, so beautiful... Is she dead? Is she still alive?"

"... I don't know. Ask me what to do? Ask her."

after awhile.

A voice asked me: "Hey, are you still alive? Answer me if you are alive."

"It's too strong, Chuya, she's already passed out!"

"Who cares about that."

...... My soul returned to my body, and my body began to function, like an old machine, and I could hear creaking and creaking sounds from every corner of my body.

The brain started to work, and my eyes received the instructions from the brain, and slowly opened—then, I saw another pair of eyes, which were blue.Like a gem.

I looked into those blue eyes and reached out to them.

As soon as my hand was halfway out, it was held by the other party.

"Isn't this alive?" said the owner of those sapphire eyes, his voice sounded a little happy, "That would be much easier."

The author has something to say: Master R was cursed to be a baby when he called last time, but during this time he was cut off by King Crimson, so Qin Mei still doesn’t know, sad

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