[Comprehensive] I'm thinking about quitting the club every day

The sculptor's stand-in ability is called "Rolling Stone". Although it is said to be his stand-in ability, in fact he cannot control this stand-in, and his statue may even appear on the Rolling Stone that day.

"Anyone who is targeted by the Rolling Stones will definitely die in the near future. Even I don't know how to stop... But this is the first time I've seen the Rolling Stones give up and... retreat." He took a sip of tea Shocked, "I have already talked to Mr. Mista about the florist's daughter..."

"Ah, ah... yes." Mista didn't know what she was thinking just now, and only realized when he heard him mentioning herself, "That girl seems to have accepted her 'fate' and chose an easier way to die... ..." He repeated what he heard from the sculptor again, during which vague words such as "this" and "that" filled the retelling, and at the end he scratched himself stupidly. The back of his head, "It's hard for me to say what's going on with that stone, but it's almost like this."

"...Sorry, I didn't understand." Fuge complained mercilessly.

Bucciarati: "I understand some...combined with what this gentleman said."

I raised my hand: "I understand."

"Alas—" Jotaro, who was slowly cutting the steak beside him, let out a long sigh.

"What's the matter with you? You seem a little depressed?" Bugarati asked me intimately. He was as considerate as an old mother. He has been like this since he was a child when he sent me flowers on a regular basis, rain or shine.

"No, it's just a pity." I sighed, "Why accept 'fate'? I'm talking about that child."

Bugarati blinked.

"'Rolling Stone' really hopes to end her fate in a more gentle and painless way..." the sculptor said, "I also—"

"Shut up." I said blankly.

Jotaro stopped cutting the steak, although he still looked like he was enjoying the food, but I can swear he must have eavesdropped with the platinum star.

Forget it, I don't care if he sees me angry anyway.

"Do you really think it's 'fate'?" I looked at the young sculptor, "Do you really think people are at the mercy of this kind of thing?"

He looked at me in astonishment.

"I never believed in fate," I said, "I just believe that everyone's 'fate' is determined by themselves."

"You said that the child thought 'instead of being tortured by the disease, it is better to leave the complete internal organs to the father now, so as to give the father a healthy body'-you sat by and watched all this happen, neither persuading her nor comforting her She, just let her do it, right?"

"You didn't warn her when she contacted the visceral bank."

"You didn't stop her when she decided to commit suicide."

"You just treat all of this as a 'God's will' and treat that child as a 'martyr' of fate, right?"

A trace of confusion appeared on the sculptor's face.

"Then, when contacting the organ bank, registering at the organ bank, or even logging into the organ bank's web interface... don't you guys have a little, a little bit of peripheral vision that you can share with the side'Ask What about the Lepius Fund?"

He suddenly showed a surprised micro expression.

"I know that organ matching takes time and money." I looked at him with pity, just like looking at the child who ended his life in front of me, "I know that there are many people in this world who can't be with me." Similarly, with the opportunity to own their own destiny, they always have various last resorts—so, more than ten years ago, I tried my best (with dio’s money) to open a window for them.”

Anyway, Dio is dead, and he can't jump up and bite me even if I use his money to start a charity fund.

"However, you just blindly immersed in the 'curse of fate' and turned it off."

The micro-expression on the sculptor's face shifted from "surprised" to "sad".

Ok, that's the change I want.

"To sum up, your ability is too dangerous, whether it is for you or others, and we can't tell whether it is the so-called 'fate' or an autonomous prophecy system-this type I have encountered I’ve been there once, so it’s hard to say whether the ‘Rolling Stone’ belongs to ‘Fate’—how about I change it for you? I know a kid who can pull out the double and seal it, and then give you a more normal double that can guarantee you Will not lose consciousness because the double is pulled out..."

"Hey, let me tell you, this lady came here for the 'Rolling Stone' stand-in from the very beginning, right?" Mista whispered to Fugo at the side.

"Mista, speaking at this time will make you look very ky." Fugo also complained in a low voice.

The sculptor fell into silence and struggled, "If it can be stopped..."

"Stop for a moment." Jotaro finally said, "Enrique Pucci has enough dangerous doubles, don't add any more strange items to him."

He sighed, "Sorry, but my wife likes to be tight-lipped and tends to ignore other people's feelings."

... Yaoshou, he actually apologized on my behalf.

It's over, every time he apologizes on my behalf, he will transform into—

"And you." He pressed my head, "Apologize."

I did nothing wrong!Why should I apologize!

"Ah—ah, wait, I..." The sculptor seemed to realize that he was almost being tricked by me at this time, showing a somewhat incomprehensible expression, "But, madam is right, the 'Rolling Stone' is indeed dangerous ability." He shook his head, "I..."

"I don't think suicide is necessary." I sighed. "Although there is no way to control it, why don't you try to prevent it from escaping? Maybe you will succeed if you work hard?"

"...Your waist must be very strong." He smiled and complained.

I:……

What's the matter with these people?Next to me, I become a bitch, right? !

Say I don't have a backache when I stand and talk?

"Where, if you are not strong, you can't be Mrs. Kuotiao." I said.

Jotaro: ...

Brother Sculptor: ...

Bugarati: ...

Fugo: ...

Mista: Ah—poof—

Only Mista is completely different from the main force, he is really pure and unpretentious.

"That's enough." Jotaro pressed his hat, turned his head and hit me on the head.

"However, do you want to tell the florist the truth?"

After sending off the sculptor brother, Mista still asked Bugarati like this.

"No need. For some things, it might be better not to know the truth." Bugarati let out a long sigh as he lowered his shoulders.

"Although I said that, you still have to be careful, Bucciarati." I remembered the dead face of Buccarati on that stone, "It's better to be careful recently, I think something is not right—"

"By the way, there is something I've always wanted to ask, who is this lady?!" Mista pointed at me and asked.

"Mista, that's too rude. This is the former agent of Pengele Ninth Generation, Mrs. Hanako, don't point your fingers at her." Bugarati said seriously.

"So, so—"

Mista's expression twisted.

"That is not a garden where people stay, it is her handwriting—????!!!!"

ah?You said the evening primrose garden at Vengley's headquarters?That's not my handwriting, that's Ace's... Forget it, it's not bad.

Mista squatted on the side and supported his forehead, thinking about things such as: "It's a good thing she's married and won't be the boss anymore", "The boss' lucky number is four, it's scary", "It's a good thing the current boss is not four" and so on. nonsense.

"What's the matter with him?" I quietly asked Bugarati.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that Mista is allergic to the number four." Bugarati laughed, "Try not to mention 4 to him—don't mention the pronunciation in the middle of his name, he will really change his name of."

Damn, how do you know what I want to say, Bugarati!

Do you have mind reading skills?

In the evening, the Bugarati team and Giorno had a meal with me and Jotaro. During the meal, Jotaro kept staring at Giorno.

"So, is there something wrong with you looking at me all the time?" Giorno, who didn't know why he dyed his hair blond and made his hair into a twist with three donuts in it, asked Jotaro with a decent smile .

"It's nothing." Jotaro lowered his head and continued eating his oysters.

I know what he wants to say, Giorno looks a lot like you, Jotaro.

Don't think about it, I have already investigated his life experience, you definitely...

Jotaro raised his head and glanced at me, his lips squirmed twice and made a lip gesture for me: dio

...Tch, you know that too.

I suddenly lost interest.

During the dinner, Bugarati answered the phone, and then his expression became serious, even a little scary.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"It's a call from the headquarters." Bugarati replied.

Hearing what he said, everyone else became nervous, but Giorno remained motionless and continued to eat his own pudding.

"Hey—I said you—" Apache was very dissatisfied.

Giorno put down the pudding, and took another bite while Apache turned to listen to Bugarati's words.

...this little brat.

Bugarati frowned and looked at his team members, then turned his eyes to me, "Sorry, Mrs. Hanako."

"Ok?"

"Just received the news that dozens of outside consultants were intercepted and killed by unknown persons while investigating a certain incident."

He paused, showing a look of self-blame, "This task should have been handed over to our team—"

I see, because I'm coming here, so Jiaguang handed over the mission that originally belonged to you to others, right?

I didn't know what to say for a while.

"I'm going to investigate what happened." Bugarati raised his head and looked into my eyes firmly.

I lowered my head and thought for a while, "Bring milk." I pointed to Giorno, "group action." escape."

Although the image of "Rolling Stone" disappeared at that time, it is hard to guarantee that it will not make a comeback.

I still like the kid Bugarati, if possible, I don't want anything to happen to him.

Of course nothing happened.

It's just that in the text message he sent me a week later, he mentioned a term that was both unfamiliar and familiar to me.

Simon family.

Oh, it's an old debt.

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