Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

[Greetings, Mr. R.

It is now April 2001, 4, Sunday, Italy in a different world, I will write to you at 1:35 pm, and I will write to you as always.

There is one very important thing I would like to explain to you: since the accident of traveling again about two years ago, I discovered the abnormality before the time travel for the first time. Therefore, I have conducted research on my body after time travel, but due to my Stupid, even unable to study his own abilities thoroughly, so only two conclusions have been drawn so far.

The first one is that the cause of the time-traveling physique is the influence of Rashomon's ability, but this ability seems to be unknown even to Rashomon himself, and he cannot control it for the time being.I believe that Rashomon's ability is not limited to space, but can also be derived from the concept of time and space (a man named Polnareff who claimed to know the future said that Rashomon seems to have a name in the future. For the ability of [backtracking], although in order to avoid the time paradox of not knowing whether it exists, I didn’t ask too much, but from a theoretical point of view, since the future is named [backtracking], then from my logical thinking Look, the first reaction is the backtracking algorithm. In connection with this, the following conclusions are drawn about Rashomon's ability and time and space.)

The second type, the location of crossing should be controllable theoretically.Every time I travel to a different world, as long as I trigger this ability twice, the place I travel again will always be the original world where I was born, just like a fixed base point, and a thread is tied to my lower body, and I can travel through It is tense when it arrives in another world, and once it escapes from the other world, it will be pulled back to the original world by a suction force.

Since the original world is a fixed base point, it means that the calculation starts from the original world below, and other unrelated different worlds have corresponding coordinates.

Mr. R, the world you live in is the same.

However, such coordinates are too difficult to reason about. This is far beyond three-dimensional, at least four-dimensional knowledge. If Mr. R is in the world, he may still have such technology, but in the original world where I am, and The different world we are in now... the level of technology is far from reaching this level.

Sorry, if I'm not so stupid, I wouldn't be stuck with this kind of question.

However, this is not an insoluble problem.

Because no matter how long you stay in another world, as long as you return to the original world, you will return to the age you were before time travelling.

Traveling through the original world with the same body, staying in the different world for 20 years, returning to the original world with the same body.

Then travel through with the body again, and this cycle continues. Thinking theoretically, it means that you have a relatively long lifespan, and you have enough time to think and calculate coordinates, and you can even go to other worlds to find help.

20 years, 50 years, 100 years...it doesn't matter how many years it takes.

I will definitely, definitely, definitely find you next time, and I must confirm your safety no matter what.

——However, in order to achieve the above content, it must be based on the ability to trigger time travel autonomously.

On this point, there are relevant ideas below, but they have not yet been implemented.

Because in the different world I am in now, I have tasks that must be completed.

——Repaying grievances with kindness is not what a killer should do. Since the opportunity is in front of him, he must retaliate tenfold.

You have taught me so.

Diablo, the leader of the gang named [Enthusiasm] in this world, touched his bottom line. When a rare opportunity came to his door, he decided to get rid of the other party and then conduct the experiment of time travel.

The opponent's ability is very tricky. Even though I have found a partner, it will probably still be a tough battle.

But please rest assured, I will never lose.

There are still things that must be done, even if I am dying, I will definitely survive until I meet you again.

Student, Ryunosuke Akutagawa. ]

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Rashomon's space.

Akutagawa sat seriously at the edge of the specially placed desk, patiently writing with a pen stroke by stroke.

Polnareff and Trish were nearby, the former listening to the outside world, the latter sitting in a corner reading a book.

Trish raised his head frequently to look at Akutagawa's back, closed the book hesitantly, and walked to Polnareff's side, "Hey, Mr. Polnareff."

"What's wrong? Trish."

"Mr. Akutagawa...are you writing something important?" Trish lowered his voice and asked.

"Ah, this...it's not." Polnareff was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Akutagawa's back as usual, "Today is Sunday, right? That guy is writing a letter to his teacher La."

"Teacher? Write a letter?"

"Yeah, he is a very respected teacher. He will write a letter every weekend. If no one disturbs him, he can write for more than an hour without any interruption."

Polnareff whispered with deep understanding, "Tricho, don't peek at the letter written by Akutagawa, it doesn't matter if the article is read, but only the letter—that guy will look like you in a minute. Blow up like a cat with its tail stepped on."

"I see……"

Trish paused for a moment, then nodded.

She wasn't rude enough to read other people's letters.

The train to Venice arrived on time two hours later, it is now 35:[-], Venice train station.

Bugarati and Giorno got off the train with the tortoise. Because there was no information from the boss for the time being, they decided to find a place to rest for a while. Giorno's stand-in ability has been healed, but the energy that has been consumed in a large amount still exudes a sense of existence, and everyone is exhausted.

"Is there anything delicious in Venice?" Mista, who was lying on the sofa in the inner room of the tortoise, jumped up excitedly, and his six small stand-ins also cheered chirpingly, chanting loudly The names of various foods.

"Squid noodle, scallop and crab salad... Margherita pizza is really the best!" Nalanga counted with his fingers, his eyes sparkling.

"Margherita pizza, as expected, this is what Italians want to eat!"

For the sake of safety, the most active Mista and Naranja went out to buy food, while the rest stayed in the tortoise and waited for them to come back while resting.

Because there were a lot of people, and they were all men except Trixiu, there was a lot to pack, and they had to be wary of unknown enemies lurking in the dark, and they had to go round and round, so it took two hours. Left and right, Mista and Naranja came back with big and small bags.

"Finally back."

Fugo said, "No one is following you?"

"Relax, no!" Naranja raised his jaw with a little pride, "I checked with [Aerosmith], no one is following us, absolutely safe!"

"That's good."

Fuge nodded, then walked over, "What did you buy? Let me see... two pieces of Margherita pizza, one piece of strawberry cake, assorted salad, cheese platter, cuttlefish noodles, seafood risotto, five cola bottles, five bottles of Sprite, three bottles of beer...Hey, this is too much!? Don’t spend your wallet with Bugarati’s money!”

"But all of them are delicious!" Nalanja said confidently, "Everyone has fought a battle, and their physical strength has been exhausted. Of course, we must replenish our energy!"

"That's right!" Mista agreed, "Anyway, there is a refrigerator inside the turtle! You can put it in and freeze it."

"Ah...are you children who are greedy for more?" Fuge sighed, "Forget it, I bought everything anyway."

Bugarati hugged the Rashomon cat very easily.

When Mista and Naranja filled the whole table with the food they had bought, he lowered his head and gently touched the head of the Rashomon cat with his hands. Shaking the tips of his ears, he opened his red eyes and looked up at Bugarati.

"Mr. Akutagawa and Trish, come out for dinner together?"

The Rashomon cat paused for a while, then flicked its fur, and jumped from Bugarati's arms to the ground.

It opened the door to the different dimension, and it didn't take long for Trish to push the wheelchair and lead Polnareff out.

This is the first time Polnareff has appeared in front of his collaborators.

Because it was an unfamiliar face that he had never heard of before, Apache immediately frowned and stood up, "Who are you...? Mr. Akutagawa!?"

"Well, Apache." Mista held a piece of pizza in his mouth, "Since he came out of Akutagawa's different space... it shouldn't be an enemy."

"And he's still disabled... Ugh, what a serious injury." Naranja was taken aback by the opponent's prosthetic limb and the scar on his right eye.

"I'm meeting you for the first time. This is Jean-Pierre Polnareff, a friend of Akutagawa's."

The man on the head of the silver hair post can laugh in a high spirited manner even in a wheelchair, and he is unwilling to meet with the assassination team. Except for the accident that he can give trust in front of his friend Akutagawa, he is extra cautious all the time, and he rarely accepts that he has never been with him before. The Bucciarati squad.

This is inseparable from the fight and conversation on the train. The reason for Bugarati and Giorno's betrayal, as well as Bugarati's gentle and kind character, moved Polnareff.

This French man has a strong heroic tendency in character.

It's like a white knight full of justice and idealism in fairy tales, and even in a certain way, he is extraordinarily innocent and pure.

Although Bugarati is also a gangster, he has an indelible light of justice, and his three views and ideas are more sound than most people, which happens to be the type that Polnareff admires.

"As you can see, I have a little physical problem, so I usually hide in Akutagawa's space." Polnareff said steadily, Trish helped him stabilize the wheelchair, and stood quietly behind.

"Since you are planning to have a meal and rest...then I will take this time to tell you some plans...The time was urgent earlier, Akutagawa hasn't elaborated on this, right?"

Although he looked particularly miserable on the outside, Polnareff was still full of confidence, and he looked heartily at the few people in front of him.

"About the method to deal with Diablo's substitute ability, and the most important weapon in our hands...!"