Luo Shengmeng has no feelings today

Akutagawa Ryunosuke embraced the aggrieved Rashomon, and sat on the sofa in a daze until Polnareff yelled a few times and got no response, then he summoned the silver chariot as if something happened to the other party, Carefully patted the other person's shoulder, and then pulled the person's consciousness back.

"...I'm fine."

Akutagawa touched Rashomon, who had turned himself into a cat, and even felt alive in his hands.

It is a fierce group on weekdays, and it still floats around Akutagawa to show off its power all day long. It buried its head in the arms of its little master, leaving its chubby back facing the others, like a weak, pitiful and autistic little boy. Kitten.

It was the first time that Rashomon made a sound, but the others were not very surprised, partly because they didn't see much with Rashomon, and partly because their substitutes would speak more or less. The short ones are like Bugarati and Giorno who like to shout "Ali Ali" and "Muda Muda" in battle to boost their momentum, and the long ones are Mista's chattering and articulate like a child. You can even act like a baby and sue the type of tip-off.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was not sure what had happened to him. After all, apart from brain pain and fatigue, he seemed to have no other problems. He took the initiative to sense Rashomon's consciousness, and he didn't notice anything wrong except that he was not very energetic. place.

Polnareff hesitantly asked the stand-in to pick up the arrow that fell on the ground, and began to wonder if he was too big. The [Requiem] mode may not be as simple as he imagined, and there may be some hidden dangers. .

However, now that the arrow is on the string, it has to be launched.

After Akutagawa confirmed that he was fine and that the entrance to Rashomon's space could still be opened, the experiment continued without much hesitation.

Giorno Giobana, the youngest present, was the last to stab his double with an arrow.

Although the [Requiem] of the first few people is powerful, the effect is not good for Diablo's ability. If even Giorno's [Requiem] is not good, due to the situation, They'll probably have to try a stand-in for someone from the assassination team.

However, the accident happened again.

The arrow pierced the chest of Giorno's [Golden Experience], obviously the force was not heavy, but it shattered the body of [Golden Experience], the penetrating wound also fed back to the body, the arrow fell to the ground, and At the same time, Giorno opened his eyes wide, covered his bleeding wound, and knelt down on one knee with an unstable center of gravity.

"Giorno!"

Bugarati shouted in shock, "Heal yourself quickly and fill the wound on your chest!"

This kind of mutation is even more peculiar than what appeared in Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Giorno didn't have time to react. He covered his bleeding wound and opened his clear green eyes wide. Even at this point, he calmly thought about the situation. His gaze was on the arrow that fell from the ground.

He was obviously bleeding, but he had an inexplicable feeling.

Polnareff was right.

Arrow... will take the initiative to choose people.

Mr. Akutagawa should also be the chosen one, but because Rashomon rejected Arrow, Mr. Akutagawa probably meant the same thing, and there may be other reasons, but in the end Arrow gave up.

It wasn't until Giorno stabbed himself with the arrow that he felt the power of the long blood and the golden spirit of the young man again, and then the arrow acted on its own again with vigor and wit—compared to having a good talent but a poor body, with the laws of space and time As expected, this local boy is more suitable for a visitor from another world with great abilities.

The arrow that landed on the ground seemed to be a nimble little snake, and it got into the wrist of [Golden Experience] without hesitation as if it had just flown towards Mr. Akutagawa and Rashomon.

Then it swims from the inside along the limbs all the way to the head at an extremely fast speed. Others can't help but feel terrified when they look at it.

Immediately afterwards, the golden shell on [Golden Experience], with the penetrating wound on the chest as the center, slowly spread around and fell off.Just like a golden cicada shedding its shell, the entire shell began to peel off, revealing a brand new look.

"Arrow... and [golden experience] are integrated!"

The wounds on Giorno Giobana's body, even the blood disappeared, as if the fact that he had just been injured was [erased], and his brand new substitute [Golden Experience Requiem] stood in a completely different posture On the side, the purple eyes revealed a little calmness, but they exuded an extremely strong sense of presence without saying a word.

"Ability, ability?" Polnareff recovered from the shock, he pushed the wheelchair forward, staring at [Golden Experience Requiem], "The arrow and the substitute are actually integrated... This is simply unheard of! You who have been selected must have luck and spirit beyond ordinary people, and maybe the key to reversing the crisis..."

Giorno looked at his stand-in, manipulated him to clenched his fist a little, and spoke calmly for a while, with a somewhat uncertain expression: "It seems that the strength and speed have been strengthened a lot, but... I don't know any other abilities yet."

Correct.

Despite the astonishing scene where the arrow chooses the master, [Golden Experience Requiem] did not show any strange abilities.

The speed and strength have indeed undergone a qualitative leap, at least in terms of pure destructive power, [Golden Experience Requiem] is already the strongest among them.

"It's unreasonable!" Polnareff looked depressed.

The arrow and the double are integrated, and the power of the arrow belongs to the [Golden Experience], how could it be that it only strengthens the strength and speed?

However, the matter has come to this point, the arrows have been melted in, and they can't get them back.

Just at this time, at [-]:[-], Bugarati's laptop received an email from BOSS.

Their betrayal did not seem to be exposed, Buccarati was relieved at first, and then read the content of the mail:

——Let Apache use the stand-in [Melancholic Blues] next to the dining chair against the wall, and reverse it for more than 14 hours.

Leo Apache's stand-in [Melancholy Blues] can "rewind" to a specified time point according to the "memory" of the location, and transform into a character that appeared at that time and place, and replay his scene at that time. action, and the ability to pause freely.

Previously, Apache used a stand-in [rewind] to change into the appearance of Trish, and then replayed her behavior at normal speed, fixed in the appearance of Trish sitting on the sofa and lightly sleeping, and pretended that Trish was still there. Inside the turtle.

As long as he is given enough time to rewind, there is no secret in this world that can be hidden from Apache's double.

[Melancholic Blues] Standing on the dining chair against the wall, the time on his forehead began to reverse, and then at a speed visible to the naked eye, he changed into a cadre of the organization Bellicoro.

Belicolo cadre, hand Trish to the old man of the Bugarati team.

Before handing the tortoise to Bugarati and the others, the old man had already completed a series of actions inside the tortoise.

"Buggarati and the team members, I will now convey the final instructions to you."

[Melancholic Blues] perfectly [replayed] all the old man in the inner space of the tortoise and what the other party said 14 hours ago.

"I will choose this method to convey instructions. It is also to prevent information leakage. This is something that must not be known to anyone. That is the way to transfer Trish to the boss."

- Pass it on to the boss!

Bet right.

The character of the boss... would definitely choose to personally handle everything related to him.

Just like when he came to get rid of Polnareff himself.

"If you arrive in Venice safely, go to the location of the statue and get the OA-DISC hidden in the statue, which stores the data of the transfer location."

After saying this, the old man picked up the lighter and lit the photo in his hand without hesitation. Apache ordered the stand-in to pause in time, so the scene immediately froze. After Bugarati confirmed the location of the photo, he continued. to replay.

"Above the instructions, my whereabouts have been exposed. How to let Trixiu meet her father safely is a very important point, and no evidence should be left behind."

The melancholy blues continued to replay, and the old man who said this sentence pulled out a gun from his suit jacket and aimed it at his temple.

After delivering the boss's order, he chose to commit suicide to erase the evidence.

There is no way to store corpses in the tortoise, and the old man who committed suicide is separated from the tortoise and excluded from this space.

Everyone was silent for a while, and Apache silently took back his substitute.

In order to conceal his tracks...to do this, he deserves to be the leader of that [Enthusiasm].

Buccarati took a deep breath and asked Mista and Giorno to go to the location of the photo to get the address OA-DISC.

And just at this time, Akutagawa Ryunosuke received a text message from the assassination team.

He squeezed the space between his brows, barely holding the Rashomon cat to stand up, and he said that he went out to pick them up in a low spirit.

"Hey, Akutagawa, are you okay in your current state?"

Polnareff looked worriedly at his identified friend, "Your space must be awake to hide living things, right? You don't look like you're okay at all!"

"We will be able to find Diablo tomorrow at the latest." Akutagawa's dark eyes looked at him calmly, "Keep awake for a day or two, I can still do it."

"Then I'll go with you."

"No need, you can't do anything."

Akutagawa said mercilessly, "I won't come back after receiving someone. Polnareff, your communication means are pretty good. You stay here until Bugarati and the others get the OA-DISC. After getting Diablo's address, you will be responsible for encrypting it and sending it to my subordinates, who will directly meet with you at the destination with the people from the assassination team."

"By the way, before that, Giorno Giobana, your substitute, seems to be able to create body parts and then connect them back?"

"Yes, Mr. Akutagawa."

"So, can I trouble you to treat Polnareff?" Akutagawa looked at him calmly, analyzed the current situation and the value of Polnareff, and said very realistically: "Although he looks very weak at the moment, there is nothing wrong with him." However, that man's combat experience is actually quite rich, and he is probably the only man who survived a face-to-face confrontation with Diablo, so his opinions and experiences can be referred to."

"I see." Giorno nodded without hesitation, "This is the person brought by Mr. Akutagawa, and he entrusted us with the arrow. There is no doubt that Mr. Polnareff is trustworthy, even if If Mr. Akutagawa doesn't say anything, I will fix him before I leave."

Giorno showed a very refreshing smile, which easily made people feel friendly.

The 15-year-old boy walked up to Polnareff's expression, half-knelt down, and summoned the arm of [Golden Experience Requiem].

"By the way, before the treatment, Mr. Polnareff, I have one very important thing to explain in advance."

"Ah?" Never thinking that he could stand up one day, Polnareff grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair nervously, and responded slowly when Giorno shouted.

"My [Golden Experience]... should be called [Golden Experience Requiem] now, but what I actually have is not the ability to heal, it's just the parts that create life and assemble them."

"So, so what?"

"So, since it's not a cure, it's a component being made, it's only natural that there will be [pain]."

Giorno spoke calmly, his emerald eyes were crystal clear.

"Ah, isn't it just [pain]! I thought it was a big deal."

Polnareff smiled, "Not to mention anything else, I have endured even the most painful injuries, and there is nothing lacking - ouch!!!"

Before the French man could finish speaking confidently, Giorno put his substitute's hand on the opponent's left prosthetic leg.

The opponent's prosthetic was attached to the leg, and Giorno didn't need to take it off, he just turned the prosthetic into a leg.

What kind of pain is that?

I probably saw the dawn of the next life, the door to the new world opened in front of my eyes, and even the shadow of the universe appeared in front of my eyes, meteorites fell to the planet, roaring explosions, asteroids were destroyed and turned into nothingness, the end of the world.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute! Prepare me a little bit, ahhhhhhh—"

Mr. Polnareff, who had just boasted to the sea, let out a ghostly scream with an exaggerated and ferocious expression.

After his broken legs and arms were reconnected, and his lost right eye was able to see again, Polnareff finally stood up before he even had time to feel his long-lost hands and feet. With an expression on his face, he shrank to the position farthest from Giorno in the entire space at the fastest speed.

This boy...is he a devil!

Why is there such a painful treatment! !

It hurts so much! !It hurts more than having your hands and feet cut off!

"Gulu." Mista looked at the other person's face, swallowed, and muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately, when Giorno treated me on the train, I was already unconscious."

It was more or less anesthesia (physical), which spared him pain.

As expected, Mista was super lucky.

The author has something to say: Giorno, who was in severe pain during the treatment, always felt that there was no bench brotherhood in the original work of treating Mista, and something seemed missing. Hahahaha

Mista: I knew it, I'm actually super lucky! (clench fist.jpg