[Comprehensive manga tutor] You owe me money

Life is worse than a line of Baudelaire.

I'm not as good as the wet gun in his hand.

After a brief lapse in awareness, I was forced to accept the world again.I was actually awake the entire time, because fainting was a luxury when the pain was too great.

Although I felt that the world was becoming more and more Two-dimensional before, but I really realized this at this moment.Whether it is an abrasion or a burn, the pain on the body is 1/3 of the reality. For example, if he shoots me, the pain I feel is probably equivalent to being punched hard.

Even after being weakened so much, I still feel a lot of pain now, the kind of pain that I can't die.Then I wanted to kill him, if I could, with blood and flesh.Finally ask him to negotiate a sky-high bill for the rest of my life.

I didn't have the strength to move, and of course thanks to this, I figured out a lot of things that had been overlooked before:

For example, in Hunter World, why did Reborn, who was wet all over, follow Ilmi behind him, what did he do, or what happened between them.As for the reason why I threw him there and he was able to escape alive and beat me, I can probably guess that there is no reason for conflict of interest.

For example, in Reborn ten years later, the bullet that was fired was obviously a water-discharged bullet.Although I can't guess the reason, there must be something hidden, and it may have something to do with me ten years later.

And Colonello, doesn't he like Lal Milch, is he bisexual?

The last thing, now I suddenly feel a pain in my neck. If I remember correctly, it seems that I was bitten by someone before, maybe I got some infectious disease or something...

"hateful."

With his suppressed complaints, Reborn lifted me from the ground, I guess he thought I passed out, so he chose to be hugged by the princess.Otherwise, according to his character, he must have brutally dragged me off the ground.

The familiar mist dissipated, Fan Tasma, a frog who eats soft and fears hard, will stew it into snake soup and cut it into N sections when I recover.

"I'm just a scientist, not a doctor. This kind of wound is out of my scope."

"I didn't expect you to be cured."

"Okay, okay, stop arguing. Hey!"

I'm a victim, so I fell asleep to this background music.

When I woke up again, I already had a bed, quilt, water and bandages.According to the discussion heard outside the door, I am in the guest room of the Kirioneiro family at this moment, and it is already afternoon.I have long said that my hearing is very good, although I always thought it was a useless skill before.

Touching his face, the left half was covered with a bandage, if there was a mirror, it must be the live version of Kamui.

The room I was given had a good terrain, and there was plenty of sunlight at noon. A beam of light slanted into the room, projected on the ground in the shape of a circle, and there was an illusion of squatting in a classroom.

I took a deep breath, and touched my left eye with a trembling hand... Just a second before I touched it, I put down my hand pretending to be calm, then lay down at an extremely fast speed, pulled the quilt, and pretended to be dead.

At the same moment, the sound of the doorknob being turned was clearly conveyed to the ears.

"I put things here."

The white devil came in, his footsteps were thumping undisguisedly, and I cursed his clogs for breaking.

"...Wait!" I couldn't bear it anymore and sat up, rolled up the quilt and got into the corner, mouthing the glass bottle he just threw on the bed, "Take it away."

"Hey, don't put on such a disgusted expression. After all, this is your own thing."

His eyes, hidden behind rustic round lenses, looked me up and down with what could be called interest.

"..."

All in all, this bastard just didn't take that thing away, and deliberately threw it on the bed to disgust me.I knew that people in white must have twisted hearts.

"It's useless to me anyway."

Verdy shrugged, pretending to be helpless, then walked over, picked up the glass bottle on the bed, and forced it into my hand.

After the hemorrhage, the body was so weak that even the scientist's arm could not be freed.At the same second, I reflexively wanted to throw it out.The reason why the bottle didn't shatter in the end was not because I held back, but because of hesitation, Verti clenched my hand tightly, his nails dug into my flesh, as sharp as his behavior.

As long as I think about it, I can go back to before that ridiculous duel, as long as I choose to play my part, there will be no injury, and my left eye can come back.It's not that he hasn't wavered, but because of various reasons, he finally chose to abandon this plan.

Lowering his head, his eyes fell on the crystal bottle, where there was an eyeball.It may be because of soaking, it is much lighter than the original color.I stared intently into my left eye, as if my facial nerves had died.

The future cannot be changed. This is the conclusion I have come to after hundreds of times using myself as the experimental subject.

Changing the past is dangerous, not to mention I've done a lot of stupid things like this before.If I guessed correctly, the wonderful ways of death that appeared to me only started when I went back in time for the second time.

Now that the goal has been achieved, there is no need to stay here, not to mention that he does not have the hobby of observing mental patients.So Verdi left wisely, and before leaving, he didn't have the desire to introduce his identity to me, but this is also a matter of course.

With the sound of the door closing softly, the room became quiet again.

I am a normal person.

I kept saying this silently in my heart, admonishing myself.

When I first woke up, I was worried that I would rush out and stab Reborn to death, but it turned out that I had underestimated myself.I finally learned to calculate the difference in strength.At least at this moment, I am terribly calm, and I am sure that I am not possessed by anything unclean.The first thing that comes to my mind is not revenge but recollection, analyzing the ins and outs of the whole thing:

First, I threw Reborn in Hunter World;

Then, he happened to appear when I was being coerced, so here, the first doubt arises, how did he leave the original world and come to the Gothic world?Thinking of this, I stretched out my hand, Phantasma wrapped around my arm obediently, curled up her head in the shape of a snake.

Well, this question has been answered.

Secondly, I chose the world of Gintama, because there is JUMP there, where I can learn the reason for my death ten years later, but unfortunately I didn't find it;

Therefore, I chose to witness the cause of death with my own eyes after ten years of personal visit;

The first time travel failed, the world was correct but the space was wrong, the result of 20 years earlier was to find a blond prince hiding a corpse, although he was still in the state of a kid.

There is nothing wrong up to here, if we continue to deduce it, it will be the hundreds of infinite death loops.There are two doubts:

On the body of Colonello seen for the first time, there was indeed Jinjia’s sunny spider. Combined with Amano Ma’s original work, it can be concluded that the first "I" and Colonello did die at the hands of Jinjia.

The last doubt, why did Reborn choose to let me go after ten years?Obviously, even Colonello, whom he has known for many years, is determined to attack.I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out no matter what.

Inserting fingers into the hair, the smell of blood has evaporated completely, but the smell remaining on the fingertips lingers in the sense of smell and is difficult to dissipate.No matter how you ignore it, you can't erase this smell, this smell of rust that has gone through a hundred times.

The original clothes on me have been changed, and I don't want to see this blood-stained thing again.The fingers are terribly cold, and the place where there is no light is even colder than originally thought.It's ridiculous that for the first time, I had the emotion called "loneliness".

Yes, life is lonely like blood, like blood, I will never forget that taste, like blue eyes.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there, this kind of thorough behavior of wanting to lighten his footsteps but failed, except for Scaru, can only be done by Cole Nero.A golden head came in, with a sunny smile on his face, damn it, it was really the real body of Colonello, blinding my only remaining right eye.

"What about him?"

I lowered my head, staggered his gaze, and stuffed the glass bottle in my hand into the quilt, and if there was grass, another layer would be perfect.

"Reborn, I went out just now, until you woke up. Hey!"

I don't know if he is familiar with it or he can't read the air. Colonello sat on the bed naturally, with his legs crossed and his chin propped up, his movements were extremely leisurely and natural.

"Sliding really fast."

Hmph, I still want to ask him for compensation.

"Haha, Reborn is shy, hey!"

The sea-blue eyes are lying, but the expression is seamless, and the smile is not in the slightest.Generally speaking, in this case, he is either really natural or really black-bellied. Considering my impression of him all the time, I very much hope it is the former. The truth is that I think too much, otherwise it will be too scary.

"When will the three of us go to Dad's place to drink again?"

He hehe smiled, with a natural expression and a bright smile.

"Next life."

Depends on your wine taste.

But I always feel that something is wrong, and it is very awkward.

Wait... Reborn?He just said the words "Reborn"?