How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

After leaving from Dior, Amamiya Tsui thought twice, but still knocked on Sir Joestar's door.

This frail gentleman with gray temples, not only as the most direct victim, but also as the father of the murderer, enjoys the natural right to know.

Although Jonathan is usually gentle and generous, he will never tolerate others harming his family with such vicious means, and Dio will definitely pay the corresponding price——

Since old Mr. Qiao will know the truth sooner or later, it is better to take a vaccination in a more gentle way now, and the stimulation may not be so great then.

After finding an excuse to push Alina away, Amamiya Cui locked the door behind her and told Jazz "some of my own inferences" concisely in a low tone.

The latter leaned against the head of the bed in a daze, and it took a long time before he let out a long breath tremblingly.

"Dior...that child, I think I have always treated him as my own son..."

George Joestar is a qualified elder, which is obvious to all.However, if the nature is evil, no amount of tenderness and family affection will be able to influence it, right?

After a few words of comfort, "It's not your fault", Yu Gongcui was about to leave, but was stopped by the solemn Jazz before turning around.

"Does Jonathan know about this?"

"I'm afraid so. My lord went to London this morning, and I'm sure he won't be alone when he comes back." Possibly with half a Scotland Yard policeman.

Upon hearing this, Ser Joestar had a rather obvious look of exhaustion on his face, and raised his hand to pinch his temple in pain.

"JOJO's personality is too straightforward, and he never knows how to be flexible. This kind of family matter..."

ha?

Yu Gongcui couldn't control his expression for a moment, his face was weird and surprised, but fortunately Jazz, who was worried about how it would end next, didn't see it.

...Judging from this tone, Mr. Old Qiao wants to deal with it internally and give the culprit Dior a lighter sentence?

Is this the heart of a gentleman who has no hatred and is full of tolerance, and is it really a man who is so tolerant to the wolf-hearted adopted son who stabbed him in the back?

Sure enough, in the next second, Sir Joestar looked solemn and spoke slowly.

"Although he made an unforgivable mistake, in the final analysis, it was the environment in which he grew up that had a negative impact on him. It was also my father's dereliction of duty that he failed to lead him on the right path."

"One last time. I... plan to forgive him again, one last time."

Can you choose to forgive him? !

Although there were some guesses before, Yu Gongcui was still a little dumbfounded when she heard it with her own ears.

...too gentlemanly.

All harm to oneself can be tolerated with the lowest expectations and the greatest kindness, instead of revenge, I would rather give the murderer another chance——

He suddenly remembered the conversation in the tavern.

[Dalio is a scumbag who kindly saves people?I was dying of laughter! 】

Is Dio's brutal, alcoholic father really the kind character who reaches out to survivors of a car accident?

Yu Gongcui bowed slightly, and stared at Sir Joestar who was coughing on the bed with complicated eyes.

"Uncle," he asked softly, "Dio's father, did he really save you back then?"

After a moment of silence, the old gentleman gave a somewhat embarrassed haha.

"Perhaps that gentleman didn't think that way when he appeared on the scene, but it is also true that I was saved."

——So this means that the so-called "life-saving grace" under the guise of adopting Dio does not exist at all.

Seeing the weak man half leaning on the bed, Yu Gongcui took a deep breath, as if trying to endure something, she couldn't help closing her eyes.

He didn't want to judge anything.

If nobleness is equivalent to stupidity, then Dior's way of life that puts himself first seems to be the best solution for smartness-but it is not the case.

...In contrast to inherently pure evil, there is also inherently pure good.

That's it.

"Would you like to forgive him one more time?"

If so confirmed.After receiving an unshakable gesture of affirmation, Yu Gongcui gently lifted the pale hand with veins exposed on the bed sheet, and placed a solemn kiss on it, like a superficial touch of water, representing a promise.

"Your wish is my will. I will let Second Young Master start over elsewhere, comfort JOJO, and... protect you."

"You are the deacon of my sons, Amamiya." The jazz shook his beard and smiled, and patted him on the shoulder, "I don't need you to worry about those two children, but I am really worried about those two children. "

This is inevitable.

Even if you put aside the fatherly love filter that cares about the chicks, whether it is Jonathan, who perfectly inherits his father's kindness, or Dior, who is keen to usurp the family property, there is a long way to go from the word peace of mind.

So in the end, it was me, the deacon, who took on these double responsibilities?

It's not a simple algorithm where one plus one equals two. If you think about it with your knees, you know how complicated and heavy the burden will be.Yu Gongcui's lips moved subconsciously, but with Ser Joestar's solitary and gratified eyes, she couldn't say any excuses.

I have also always benefited from this gentleman, and it is also my duty to share some obligations.He looked distressed, and while he was struggling, he still lowered his head in resignation.

"—I will do my best, I assure you."

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In the evening, before the meal was ready, the eldest young master Jonathan rushed back to the mansion aggressively with a strange man wearing a bowler hat and long blond hair, followed by six or seven police officers waiting in full force.

Dio, who was sitting at the table enjoying the black tea, froze, but he did not show any timidity because of this scene, and he was still sipping the clear tea leisurely, which surprised Yu Gongcui.

I thought that with this person's personality, he would definitely be desperate and dying, but now he has a calm attitude of accepting his fate. Could it be that Sir Joestar will choose to forgive him?

No time to think about it, Yu Gongcui refilled a cup for the second young master, put the white porcelain teapot back on the table, and made an impeccable salute to the guests with her right hand on her chest, then showed a helpless smile to the angry Jonathan .

My father is ready to cover up the murderer, but you are the only one who is sincerely angry, which really makes me feel sympathetic.

"You shouldn't have gone to London without making a fuss. You're causing trouble in every sense." He meant something, but he didn't explain it in depth. He just made an inviting gesture, "Who is this guest?"

The policemen stood by the door cautiously with their guns on their hands. The vicious-looking guests approached under the leadership of Jonathan, took off their top hats and greeted them. permanent residents—

Obviously, this is the witness who was invited to identify Dior's evil deeds.

After the businessman Wen Qing who testified that he had sold poison to Dior was brought out, the second young master's crime seemed to have become a certainty.

Seeing that the accused just sat on the satin chair with a gloomy face and said nothing, while the policeman was about to take out the handcuffs, although he wanted to sit back and watch Dio accept the legal punishment, but recalled the relationship with Sir Joestar As agreed, Yugong Cui still coughed lightly, and reluctantly opened her mouth.

"It's a bit arbitrary to draw conclusions now."

The attention of everyone in the room was attracted to the deacon, and the one who was most surprised was Dio.And if the other people's eyes were just suspicious, then Jonathan's was heart-wrenching. He even strode forward, desperately holding his little friend's thin shoulders and shaking them vigorously, trying to control the water in his mind.

"Cui, be sober!! I know that you have feelings for Dior just like me, but the facts are in front of you, it's not like you don't believe it doesn't exist!"

Yu Gongcui, whose shoulders were about to be crushed, could hardly hold his expression, and was just about to ask this person to let go, when he heard a cold snort, and JOJO's hand that was holding him firmly was brushed away.

Standing up, Dio looked uncertain, looked at the deacon complicatedly, put away the protective posture, raised his head indifferently, and pointed his chin at the vigilant Jonathan.

Taking advantage of the gap between the confrontation between the two, Amamiya Tsui, who realized that Dior's trust value might have increased, poked the system, and got the answer that the value of "58" remained unchanged, and tilted her head in disbelief.

And Dior finally spoke out.

"Ha, let's just admit that you did a good job, JOJO. That's right, I did the poison!!!"

Amamiya Tsui: ... EXM? ?What are you talking about, Second Young Master, do you want to go to jail that much? !

The words have all been exported, how can I talk about it?

Can't help, wait for death, leave.

At the same time, a sharp electronic sound representing bad news suddenly sounded from the system.

[Warning, warning! !The target's trust value drops: 5 points!Current remaining trust value: 53 points! 】

[Warning, warning! !The target's trust value drops: 5 points!Current remaining trust value: 48 points! 】

【Warning again! !The trust value of the attack target has dropped——]

……dizzy.

The numerical value dropped so quickly and tragically, it seemed that this experiment could be declared a failure.Yu Gongcui didn't even have time to feel sorry, and her whole body was quickly occupied by the anger of being brutally deceived.

Bewildered by Dio's sudden turn of face and denial, and having no clue about the key point that triggers the ending of BE, he frowned, staring at the reckless young man with almost burning eyes——

The latter didn't care, he laughed and raised the stone mask in his hand to cover the handsome face distorted by excitement, and the sinister glint of the sword flashed behind him.

"What I have learned in my short life is that the more scheming a person is, the easier it is to fall into unexpected difficulties—! You have to become a superhuman existence!!"

Seeing that the dagger hidden behind Dior went straight to Jonathan's vitals, Yu Gongcui shouted "You are not a human, you are a real dog" in his heart, and tried his best to elbow the young man's ribs, successfully making the arrogant laughing The sound and the movement of the sneak attack got stuck together.

The young master barely escaped, but after all, he was too close to Dio before, and a deep gash was cut on his arm, and blood gushed out.

And Dio didn't seem to care about not being able to take JOJO's life, but let out a strange laugh that suppressed tremors, and slowly raised the dagger, letting the remaining blood drip on the mask that was tightly fastened to his face.

"—I'm not a human anymore, JOJO!!!!!!"

...The decline in trust value has finally stopped.

The final value is [30].This value, in the eyes of ordinary people, generally corresponds to a colleague or classmate who will politely nod when they pass each other in the corridor, and the friendship is only limited to being able to match their faces and names.

Panting, Amamiya Tsui took two steps back, staring unblinkingly at the blond young man on the ground who fell down immediately after declaring that he would not be a human being, and seemed to rush to the street on the spot. Feeling that something important out of the situation was happening, his lips clenched tightly. Squeeze tightly.

There is no hint about the failure of the task due to the death of the target.Even though it looked like a corpse, Dio Brando was indeed alive in some unbelievable way.

Take out the □□ and open the insurance just in case, the situation is completely out of control, which makes people feel anxious and want to go crazy.

The core mystery of why this world has always been hidden as a punishment is slowly unfolding before your eyes, and as a witness, Yu Gongcui is sweating from the back. Faced with this abruptly cut fantasy script, she refuses to think about any options that are not materialistic enough. .

The lightning that pierced the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows brought blindness for a moment, followed by the rolling thunder.The candlestick on the dining table was almost burnt out, and the extinguished flame was beating weakly, emitting a fist-sized speck of light.

Although it is not clear what exactly happened, everyone breathed lightly and subconsciously put on a vigilant defensive posture, infected by the tense atmosphere that made one involuntarily hold their breath.

In the dark night outside the window, there was a faint patter of rain, and then it turned into a pouring rain.Time passed bit by bit, and seeing that the "corpse" hadn't changed much, the sheriff who led the team finally couldn't hold back, lowered his gun-holding hands slightly, and raised his foot to take a step.

"Excuse me--"

The moment the soles of the shoes touched the floor, the candle on the table was blown out by the cold wind blowing from nowhere.

The huge room was plunged into complete darkness, and at the same time, Yu Gongcui, who was holding her breath, felt someone exhaling lightly on her earlobe behind it should be empty.

Exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, without any heat belonging to living things, like a snake-like cold breath.

The flashing lightning tore through the night again, and the creepy Amamiya Tsui shot behind her without hesitation, and from the corner of her eye, Dio's "corpse" on the ground had disappeared out of thin air.

The bullet failed to do anything, and it sounded like it hit the wall or furniture.After the lightning went out, there was thunder, and Yu Gongcui, who was still in shock, was about to move closer to Jonathan, when a cold feeling came from behind his ears, and the hairs of his whole body stood on end.

But this time, the back spirit did not choose to hide and pretend to be a ghost, but in this posture, as if enjoying the other party's fear, he uttered a rare sincere word with an intimate gesture of ear-to-eye.

"Finally...we can be real friends."