[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

Obviously, this is Giorno Giovanna's dormitory and his bed.Giorno was sitting on the chair beside the bed, sketching the textbooks on the desk.

I opened my eyes and lay on the soft bed. The blanket was very warm, and my body seemed to be surrounded by soft clouds.I stared at the bare ceiling for a while, then sat up. This movement involved the wound in my back, and there was a dull pain in my back-it should be the skin on the back from the shrapnel scattered by the explosion, but it didn't. Nothing serious.

My movement caught his attention, he turned his head, glanced at me, and explained: "I don't know where is 'safe' for you, so I just brought you to my place."

"Thank you." I said to him.

His eyes rested on me for a moment, then quickly moved to other places.Those emerald green eyes stared motionlessly at the corner of the desk, such a reaction was obviously a little strange.

Only then did I realize that with my "sit up" movement, the soft quilt slipped off my body, exposing my bare shoulders.

I lifted the quilt and took a look inside, only to find that my clothes had been taken off and I was naked.

"...Ah." I made a sound belatedly.

"I took off your clothes." Giorno pointed to the clothes hanging on the hanger, which were dirty and dusty, and looked like a pile of crumpled cheap fabrics. He continued Said: "Your clothes are full of blood and dust, it will stain my bed."

I curled up, covered half of my face with the soft quilt, and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry."

It seems that I have caused him a lot of trouble.

He looked at me quietly with those beautiful green eyes.I seldom see such pure green eyes, and Jiji's eyes are also green, but Jiji's eyes are lighter in color.

He thought for a moment, and said in an orderly manner: "I didn't find any identification documents on you, no ID card, driver's license and passport. But the clothes on your body are a bit special, and the place of origin is Japan. I searched for them based on the clothes brand After a while, I didn’t find the product information of this dress.”

"What puzzles me the most is this thing." He opened the drawer and took out a cold pistol from it. It was the one I handed him earlier. I went to forums for military enthusiasts and asked them, but no one knew the make of this gun. This gun is not in circulation in the market.”

"But don't worry, I have deleted the post on the military forum."

Having said that, he stopped and continued to stare at me with those emerald eyes.His attitude is calm, his tone is gentle, and his polite words are not too kind, but I really feel the subtle sense of oppression in his eyes.

I looked at him calmly, my eyes and his intertwined, and during this short, silent time, neither one made a sound.

Appeared, I thought silently in my mind, the type I'm not good at coping with.

To be honest, I am too good at dealing with this kind of thoughtful, cautious and calm person, such a person will not make mistakes or flaws even if he is powerless.He took off my clothes and hid my pistols, guns and short knives - of course, these weapons are not necessary for me, I can tell with the naked eye that the boy in front of me has not passed For any physical fitness training, I can beat ten such people in one breath.

But I still think that this person is "safe" for me.

The biggest piece of evidence is the van parked next to the apartment.The structure of the apartment was so special that there was only one huge window on the street side, and if something happened to me, I had to escape from that place, and his car happened to be parked under it.

Although there is no language, eyes, facial expressions or body communication, I can vaguely feel that he is conveying a sense of trust to me.

It was because of this awareness that I chose to respond.

I thought about it, and slowly said, "Then what do you want to know?"

The subtle pressure in his eyes quickly disappeared.Giorno said, "Your name."

I didn't say anything: "..."

He put his pistol back in the drawer, and he moved lightly without making a sound. He repeated his words and said, "I want to know your name."

I raised half of my face from under the soft quilt, stared at him, trying to find a flaw in his face: "...Is this the only one?"

"Yes, after all, you are a mafia, and you have messed with the gangsters here. Knowing too much will not do me any good."

He seemed to have finished the random scribbling in the textbook, closed the textbook and the notebook, rolled the used pencil twice on the desk, turned his gaze to me again, and said calmly: "But I think I should Know your name, if we meet again in the future."

"...well," I accepted him, "my name is Jean."

"No surname?" He paused and asked.

"No." I shook my head.

He stared at me for a while, as if he suddenly thought of something, and said politely: "Sorry."

Very few people don't have a surname, most of them are orphans, illegitimate children or whatever, he should have put some strange misery on me, sorry for asking the question.

But I don't think there is anything to be guilty of. I don't have a surname. I haven't had one since I was born. Even the name "Qin" was randomly chosen by some scumbag.

"I hid your weapon under the pillow." Giorno pointed to the pillow on the bed and said.

I was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously groped under the pillow, and as expected, I came across two short knives with familiar handles—how could you hide the weapons you found in such a place?It's like handing a knife specially to someone who wants to peel fruit, this kind of place is not a "hidden" at all... It seems that the other party is very sure that I will not hurt him.

This kind of demeanor... Giorno Giovanna, what a strange person.I couldn't help thinking this way, and couldn't help asking him: "I'm curious, why would you help me?"

I am very confused.

I identified him as the mafia, shot and wounded a gangster, and caused an explosion. Ordinary people would probably give me a wide berth—although I could sense that Giorno in front of me was not mediocre. But his reaction was so weird, he treated me as if he just watered the daisies on the side of the road.

"Because you're a good man." He replied.

I was stunned for a moment: "...Huh?"

It's the first time I've heard someone say that about me.

Am I a good person?Of course not, not even an ordinary person with flaws, the things I have done can even be confessed in the confessional for three days and three nights.

Giorno's expression was calm, and there was no sign of joking in his emerald eyes. It could be seen that he had made a serious evaluation of me.He said: "When you jumped from the explosion site, you were holding something in your hand, which was white powder packed in a transparent plastic bag."

"I saw you throw the bag of drugs into the drain while you stood up from the ground," Giorno continued, obviously, he remembered the scene very clearly, "In such a bad state, you still Prioritized drugs...you are a drug-hating mafia."

It's true that I hate drugs, but... "What does that mean?"

"It means that you are at least not a piece of trash that would hurt ordinary people," Giorno said, looking at me, "and it's not so difficult for me to choose to help you."

Under his gaze, I felt a little embarrassed as if being praised for the first time: "Oh, oh...I see, thank you."

"But I can't help you much."

"Although I helped you deal with the wound on your back when you were asleep," Giorno stood up, taking out a medical kit from the closet, and said to me, "but I don't know how to deal with gunshot wounds, just Bandaged the wound on your left leg, the bullet is still in your wound."

Hearing what he said, I immediately lifted the quilt and carefully observed the gunshot wound on my left leg.

The moment I lifted the quilt, Giorno immediately turned his face away and looked silently at a certain corner of the room.

In this gesture, he handed me the medical kit.

I opened the medical box and saw that there were quite a lot of things inside. It seemed that it was specially prepared for him to deal with various things while living alone for a long time.With these things, it is much more convenient to treat the wound. I skillfully unwrapped the bandage on the wound on my left leg—it has now been soaked by the blood of the wound, like a red snake.

Because of the previous actions, the wound was much deeper, and the skin around the wound even festered. It looked a little worse, and the place hit by the bullet looked like a small black hole.

I took out the short knife tied to my thigh, opened my mouth and bit the handle, and then pressed the skin around the wound with one hand, and took the sterilized tweezers with the other hand, and took it out from the small black hole on my leg. The bullet that penetrated the flesh.

It hurts, but it's within my tolerance, and because of the handle of the knife in my mouth, I didn't make a sound because of the pain-after all, this was in Giorno's dormitory, and the noise made other people It would be bad to bring it over.

I quickly took out the bullet that hurt me, and put the bloody bullet into the prepared paper cup.It is not difficult for me to deal with this level of injury. After taking out the bullet, I used a clean bandage to wrap up the wound on my left leg again, and then I just need to wait quietly for it to heal.

Fortunately, the bullet didn't hit my vitals, at least I still had the strength to go to the train station.

I let go of my lips and removed the handle from my mouth. There was my saliva on it, a shiny layer of watermark left on the surface of the handle, and my tooth marks.The tooth marks were deep, and it looked like a wild animal was trying to bite it into pieces.

When I took the short knife back from my mouth again, I realized that my palm was full of sweat. Not only that, but also there were big beads of sweat on my forehead, as if my whole body had just been fished out of the water. Come the same.

Sweat was sticking to me, and I could feel my back soaked.

Giorno came over at this time, cleaned up the things on the ground, and handed me a clean dress by the way.My vision is a bit blurred, I can only see his approaching figure, but I can't see the expression on his face clearly - maybe even my eyes are full of sweat.

I thought, I must look like a freshly landed fish right now.

And Qiao Luno, the fisherman who was in charge of catching me, stood by the bed, looked down at me, and said, "You'd better not act now...is your boyfriend here? You can call him to pick you up. "

I was a little confused: "What boyfriend?"

Giorno had already brought over the old-fashioned mobile phone, and explained: "When you were unconscious, I heard you saying the name Sawada Tsunayoshi. You have a different last name from this person, so I think he should be Your boyfriend... isn't he?"

I immediately retorted solemnly: "No, please don't humiliate me like this."

Giorno: "...?"

Having said that, did I actually say the name of Sawada Tsunayoshi when I was unconscious... Although this is more or less related to the Vongola ring, but... I pursed my lips and my expression became heavy.

So before I knew it, Tsunayoshi Sawada had become my lingering nightmare.

It was horrible.

"However, you should have other people you can contact, right?" Giorno continued, "Although I can't hear you clearly, it seems that you have other people—"

I blinked, the sweat from my eyes seemed to have disappeared, and Giorno's face was clearly in my sight.I interrupted him at the right time: "No, you don't have to ask any more, I don't have a boyfriend."

Giorno: "..."

Giorno froze for a moment, the expression on his face seemed to be wondering why I brought this up suddenly.

As soon as I saw his reaction, I immediately realized that my understanding was wrong.

"Sorry... I might have misunderstood it," I pursed my lips, curled up my legs under the quilt in embarrassment, and whispered, "...I thought you were asking this."

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