DIO Magic House Investigation Report

That scene was like a flashback in my brain. This time I really watched his story from the perspective of DIO. After recovering, I couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Speaking of DIO's life experience is a bit pitiful, people didn't expect him to have such a past, even normal emotions, completely different from him who gives me a strong sense of inhumanity now.

He cared about his mother, who was of noble birth and eloped with his drunken father out of love.However, his father is an out-and-out scum. His body has been abused by alcohol all year round, becoming irritable, violent, and often beating his mother, which eventually caused his mother to die of overwork at a young age.

Originally he might have a brother, or sister.However that child never had the chance to be born, after the father beat the mother after drinking too much, DIO saw that much blood for the first time, and was told that he would never have a brother or sister again.

"Very good, whoever let that woman become pregnant without authorization, I can't afford to have another one, it's better to use the money to buy wine!"

Even though that kind of thing happened, my father still didn't feel any guilt towards my mother, and beat and scolded her as always, forcing her to find a way to get money, even if it was selling herself. DIO doesn't want any brothers and sisters, he actually thinks his mother is a ridiculous woman who chose that kind of scum man, obviously he can't live any longer, but he still wants to give others alms like a saint.He even asked him to maintain dignity like himself, even in such an environment.

It was that ridiculous dignity that caused my mother to die of overwork early, in this slum where no one would remember her.

DIO complained about his mother, he hated that woman's innocence and stupidity, making him the laughing stock of the scum in the slums, but more often than not, he also missed her.

When his father forced him to sell his mother's last relic in exchange for wine, DIO chose to poison his drunken father.It's a tough decision for a 12-year-old, but he's ruthless...

But this is not the reason for what kind of person he will become. My past was also miserable, but I chose to be a good person.

Ashamed to say, although the current DIO has a deadly hormonal attraction, when I saw him crying out of being humiliated as a child, I have to admit, I BOKI...ah no, my heart was moved.

He looks so cute when he cries, especially when he gets punched by Jonathan Joestar.

The memory this time is from the perspective of DIO himself. After he kissed the girl Jonathan had a crush on, he was punished with an iron fist by Jonathan, who was also as cute as a bear.

But if DIO knows that I saw these things, I will be killed, this is definitely his worst past...

I was immersed in the weeping face of the beautiful blonde boy who was insulted. He was really cute when he was a child, especially the feeling of unwillingness and powerlessness that made people want to bully him.It's a pity that he has now become a macho with a height of 195...Give me back the beautiful boy!

But just when I was about to put the diary back, a huge shadow suddenly appeared behind me.I trembled all over, and the man had already reached out and took the diary directly from my hand.

"Does it look good? My diary."

The colleague whose deep and charming voice came to my ears, I gasped.Turning around suddenly, I saw DIO holding the diary in his hand, staring at me blankly.

"I didn't open it! I definitely didn't peek at the contents."

I immediately swore to deny it, and I was not guilty of telling the truth.It's just a peek at his past through the diary, prying, not peeping!

But DIO snorted softly, he threw his diary back to the bedside table, then looked at me with his legs up and said, "What else did you see, you just sat there in a daze for more than an hour Hour."

"What, when did you see that!"

I was a little dazed, I remember watching the flashback of the diary owner's memory, although I forgot how long the time had passed, I didn't expect it to be so long.

The paradox must be because DIO's black history is so beautiful, who wouldn't like a beautiful boy who is humiliated to the point of crying?Especially if it is still a Long Aotian, it is even more fragrant.

But here comes the question, did he just stare at me in a daze for an hour? !How can there be such boring people in the world?

"I found out when you picked up my diary, but you changed your mind midway, which is good, at least you are a polite girl."

"...If you don't want people to look through your diary, don't leave it where they can get it easily." I looked at him helplessly, trying to justify myself.

"At that time because no one would want to touch it."

He said casually, and then hugged me from behind, "Besides you, there was another self-righteous woman who tried to open it. Guess what happened?"

There was a hint of flirting in the obviously mocking words, making it difficult to tell whether it was a threat or something.

"Oh, it's all right, all right, don't talk about other women in front of your girlfriend."

It's an uncomfortable topic to discuss, and I have a hunch it's better not to know the answer.

I immediately pretended to be coquettish, and naturally changed the subject.Considering that he will be impotent for at least a week, there is no need to worry about what will happen to him if he is picked up, so I cheekily put my head on his abs, and the dead pig is not afraid of boiling water and said, "Since you came so early, you should Knowing that I haven't read the diary, I don't allow others to meditate in a daze."

"To be honest, don't take the opportunity to provoke me, or I will let the 'world' play with you for a while."

He obviously didn't believe what I said, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"...Don't always threaten the 'world'. Even if you do that, you won't be happy. Mr. World is already autistic. You see, he never speaks."

"Psychologically happy."

He smiled viciously, "Or seven days later, it will be doubled to you, and I will give you a chance to choose."

……etc!What do you mean?He is already crazy enough to not see where the limit is, even if the male protagonist with extraordinary talent in the romance novel is a few compared to him, can he continue to double it? !

"I choose to tell the truth."

I immediately sat up straight and stopped touching the perfect body that would be enviable no matter what occasion I got, and replied cautiously, "I have seen some of your past, I am afraid it may make you unhappy, so I dare not explain."

"It's okay, I promise I won't blame you."

He seemed to know it a long time ago, he glanced at me and said, "Tell me, what did you see."

"I saw you crying, but I have to say that you look really good and I like it very much."

I read it breathlessly. The moment DIO opened his eyes, I jumped out of bed and was about to run away, but he scooped me up from behind and pushed me back on the mattress.

"What do you see?"

"...is your past, so I have a deeper understanding of you, as well as your real name."

That's right, Mr. Dio Brando...

I said with a guilty conscience, "Honestly, I think you did the right thing, and even made people happy."

Except for what I did to Jonathan's girlfriend, which of course I wouldn't say.

"You said you saw me crying?"

He didn't pay attention to the other things I said, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became very strange.

"This, it's because you are good-looking, so you look good when you cry."

I avoided his eyes and didn't dare to look at him, but I still couldn't help but want to share my feelings, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. It's rare to see such a human side of Mr. DIO. I like you more..."

"...Your interest, forget it."

He snorted coldly, but he didn't mean to blame him. Instead, he reached out and touched the joint of the scar on his neck, and said lightly, "It's okay to tell you, as I said, we can get to know each other better. But now I I have given up everything I had as a human being, including the surname 'Brando'."

"Didn't they let you change your surname when you were adopted by Joestar's family?" I asked curiously.

"No, George Joestar let me keep Brando's surname. I'm so self-righteous. I don't want it at all."

He answered my questions surprisingly patiently, and wasn't angry that I had snooped into his past.But maybe it's a double standard on me, because if it was someone else, he would definitely kill the other person...

"Is there anything else you want to know? I will answer another question for you today."

He let go of my hand, lay down on the edge of the bed, and continued to read the books he had brought back from the library.

"When you were at your worst, was the only way to make money by playing chess?"

After learning about his past and discovering his worst side, he didn't mean to kill me.Let me be a little bolder, not so afraid of him, so I asked cautiously.

"..." He narrowed his eyes again, his voice became a little colder, "What do you want to ask?"

"I was just thinking that when you decided to poison that old bastard, you were not yet 12 years old, and he didn't tell you that the nobles owed him favors to adopt you. Have you considered how to live after that?"

In fact, I would like to know if he has ever sold himself. After all, he is such a beautiful boy. At that time, at least a quarter of the women in the East End of London were selling themselves.But after thinking about it carefully, this question is still too deadly, so I changed the question.

"No, all I want is for that old bastard to die quickly. He just steals, drinks, sells all of my mother's belongings, and doesn't contribute anything to the world except making shit."

He snorted coldly, "As for how I will live in the future, I, DIO, have come to this day and have everything I have now, all by myself."

"That's it, I understand."

I nodded, "I don't have anything to ask for now, Mr. Dio."

"Then be quiet and don't make any more noise."

He snorted softly, feeling that he was not in a very good mood, he didn't know if my question brought back his embarrassing memories, or because of the sheep.

After being quiet for a while, he seemed to be obsessed with what happened just now. Suddenly, he looked at me from the corner of his eye and said, "Speaking of which, I also like the way you cry when you cry. Then I'll let you cry enough."