hero?it must be me

What Purple of the Hermit can provide is only a [result] of [this moment].

Moreover, it takes time to use the reading and writing ability of Hermit Purple. The higher the precision required for the result, the longer it takes, and the greater the burden on Er Qiao. To illustrate with an easy-to-understand example, it is a skill The forward shake will become longer according to the demand, and the amount of mana consumed will also increase.

However, if it is now, the hermit's purple's ability to read and write will come in handy!

In order to manipulate the Hanged Man, J Kyle must hide somewhere, and try his best to reduce the risk of his fragile body being attacked and killed.

Even if The Hanged Man's operable range is A, as long as J Kyle does not change his hiding place frequently, he can still confirm the general appearance of his current environment through reading and writing the Hermit Purple.

However, it is a pity that, as Polnareff said, among the few people here, no one knows the true face of J Kyle. Without this point, the elements that Er Qiao can use to trigger reading and writing are almost as follows three o'clock.

[The stand-in is the stand-in messenger of the Hanged Man], [The man with both hands is the right hand], [The man whose real name is J Kyle].

"In general, the conditions are richer than when I was studying Dior."

I bought a TV directly from the electrical appliance store, and Er Qiao and the others were not too polite, and started reading and writing directly in this electrical appliance store.

"Purple of the Hermit!"

The golden lightning flashed, and the purple thorns protruded from Er Qiao's palm, and they all plunged into the TV.

After the snowflakes on the TV screen jumped a few times, as Er Qiao frowned and concentrated as much as possible, a somewhat dim picture appeared on the TV!

"Have it!"

Everyone stared at the TV screen.

"This, this?"

On the screen, in the shadow of a dilapidated wall, there was a hunched figure lying on the ground in a posture that seemed extremely painful.

This made most of his body hidden in the shadows, but his hands seemed to be exposed to the sunlight because they scratched the ground in pain.

Those are two right hands!

"Have it!"

Polnareff trembled.

"Shopkeeper, do you know where this is?"

Kakyoin pulled over the middle-aged owner who was looking at them curiously.

"Huh? How can there be such a picture here?"

The owner stared blankly at the TV screen.

"It's not important, just say you know it or not!"

"Uh, let me see..."

The shopkeeper squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, and the others also turned to look at him.

"Oh! Isn't this quite like the homeless people gathering place outside the city?"

The shopkeeper looked stunned.

"It used to be an old town a long time ago. Later, when everyone moved to the port, it gradually fell into disrepair. It became the residence of many homeless people and some elderly people."

found it!

Everyone looked at each other and saw the meaning in each other's eyes.

Chapter 71 Chapter 69: Platinum printer, clear and convenient

He stopped a small truck directly on the street, and after Er Qiao took out a small stack of "knives" and stuffed it into the driver's hand, the driver, who was a little afraid because of the four strong men, was still strong in his waist and legs, patting his chest Make sure there is no road in this city you don't recognize.

So among the five people, Jotaro sat in the co-pilot, Er Qiao and others squeezed on the pallet behind them, and crossed the somewhat chaotic roads in Calcutta under the skillful driving skills of the boss. It took less than 10 minutes to get from just The shopping street rushed to what the electrical store owner called the refugee area.

As the boss said, it is an "old" urban area at first glance, with some cracked stone houses, ruined walls that can be seen from time to time, and abandoned buildings that may not even be able to cover the rain. In the house, a homeless man in ragged clothes.

The arrival of Jotaro and his party naturally attracted the attention of some people, but when they saw the five tall and burly men coming down from the car, the clever homeless people immediately got up and moved away from Jotaro and the others, some of them were He secretly looked at Jotaro and others, as if hesitating whether to come up to ask for luck.

"Mr. Joestar!"

"I know."

Er Qiao hugged the TV and released the Hermit's Purple again.

With the electric light beating, the picture appeared on the screen again.

There is still the shadow of the dilapidated wall, but this time the person in the shadow seems to have calmed down a bit, leaning against the deepest corner of the wall, unable to see his face clearly.

"He must have been injured by Zheng Qi! I guess he won't be able to move for a while!"

Polnareff said in a deep voice, "Let's find each other separately!"

"Wait Polnareff, don't be so impatient."

"How can I not be in a hurry!"

Polnareff gritted his teeth, resisting the thought of shaking off Abdel's arm: "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment! If he escapes here—"

"Mr. Abdel is worried about being separated. If the Hanged Man has already broken free from Zheng Qi's shackles, it will be very dangerous to fight him in this environment."

Kakyoin stretched out his index finger: "But Polnareff is right, because the hanged man is very dangerous, we must make sure to seize the opportunity to defeat him here. I specifically asked the boss before that the old city is very dangerous. Big, splitting up is necessary."

"However, we can ask these homeless people along the way when we part. Maybe some of them live in this area and recognize this place."

"However, there is only one TV..."

Abdel looked at Er Qiao who was still concentrating.

"There's really only one TV."

Jotaro on the side suddenly made a sound.

He tore out three pages from a notebook he hadn't known where to get it, and placed it in front of everyone.

"Oh, oh, there is another way."

Abdel exclaimed.

On those three pages, the picture on the TV screen at this moment was clearly drawn with a pencil.

If it weren't for the texture of the paper and the traces of the pencil, it would be like three real photos.

"A group of one is enough."

Jotaro said.

"However, if there are three groups, there is one person who has to act alone..."

"It's enough for me alone!"

Polnareff broke away from Abdel's hand: "Stop delaying, isn't the problem solved!"

As he spoke, he grabbed one of the pages with his hands, turned his head and ran in one direction.

"Wait, Polnareff!"

Seemingly turning a deaf ear to Abdel's voice, Polnareff didn't turn his head.

"In terms of the nature of the stand-in, Abdel, you can follow."

Er Qiao put away the Hermit's Purple, got up and said to Abdel.

"Yes, sir!"

Seeing Abdel chasing after him, the remaining three looked at each other.

"I'm fine by myself."

Jotaro pulled the brim of his hat: "Although it is a terrifying ability, as long as I know the trajectory in advance, my Platinum Star is enough to handle it."

"Indeed, then I will act with Mr. Joestar."

Kakyoin took the second page.

"Be careful. Zheng Qi said that the Hanged Man and the emperor often work together. Judging from the situation just now, the emperor must be here this time."

Er Qiao exhorted.

The three parted ways and began to search.

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"Hello! Is there anyone else in there? Answer if you can."

Zheng Qi heard shouts from outside the fog.

Thanks to the communicative ability bestowed by the Grimoire, he would not fail to understand the local language.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie."

The Hanged Man suddenly laughed wickedly: "Hey, Zheng Qi, did you hear that, people outside are very worried about you, how can you keep silent? Come back!"

Zheng Qi kept silent, took the tablecloth and wrapped it around the wine bottle where the Hanged Man was hiding!

"Geehhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The screams suddenly sounded from the bar.

The time of the Shenyu lens has passed, so Zheng Qi can only distinguish the source of the sound through his ears.

He looked into the depths of the bar, where all kinds of wine glasses were stored.

It seems that even if he had to move his position, the Hanged Man carefully chose a place where he could hide as much as possible.

Seeing this, Zheng Qi was going to search for it.

"What the hell is this fog? Hey, it's so cold. Could it be dry ice or something leaking?"

From the gate, came a new voice.

"Then what to do, dry ice seems to hurt people? Are you still going in?"

"Put on some clothes and go in. Try to cover up your skin. I often come to this store. Apart from the two I just found, there should be another employee in it."

Hearing this, Zheng Qi looked to the other side of the restaurant.

There, indeed, lay a waiter.

It was the waiter who served Zheng Qi and the others.

Because he was worried that he would act irrationally out of fear, Zheng Qi sent him a delicate sleep.

Coupled with the fact that it was out of the reach of the [Snow Binding] domain, Zheng Qi really forgot to send him out as well.

(The Grimoire, put——)

Just as Zheng Qi was about to make a move, the sound of footsteps at the gate had already started to move.

[Snow Binding] The freezing air in the field cannot be overcome by wearing a few clothes. If those security guards from the outside are really allowed to come in recklessly, then their luckiest result is that they will not die.

As for the extent of the damage to the body, it is difficult to say.

"—Don't come in!"

Zheng Qi gave a loud shout.

This sound really made the footsteps at the gate stop.

However, hearing human voices does not mean that people outside will follow Zheng Qi's words.

"Who are you? What's going on inside?"

Soon, it should be the leader of the scene shouted.

"No, it's useless, do you want to explain that we are conducting a stand-in duel?"

Seemingly recovering from the severe pain caused by frostbite, the Hanged Man spoke again.

"If you don't want them to get hurt because of you, you'd better remove the fog honestly, Zheng Qi!"

Chapter 72 Chapter 70: Well done!Polnareff!

"Your freezing air can't kill me. Although it hurts, I can still move with this pain, but what about you?"

The Hanged Man whispered: "How long can you keep those security guards in peace? They may foolishly rush into your killing trap at any time, and then...hehehe..."

So painful!

Enduring the pain, J. Kyle tried his best not to expose his weak atmosphere in his words.