[JOJO] BOSS Survival Diary

The author has something to say: If you don’t look at the words, give another warning.

Now enter the copy of Star Arrow.

Some people say they don't understand, well, simply speaking, it's the time when the boss was bombed and just merged.

Well, Xingxing Arrow can't create scripts out of thin air, so the reason why the future will become like that, the overall general direction is actually created by the boss himself […

Not at all from the perspective of the boss.

The reason is the vote in the September group. No.1 said to write the copy of the boss’s text, or the third person wrote the filter extra

The filter has 2 votes more than the copy, but considering the gap is not big, Zhonghe became the third person in the text to write the copy.

I won't write too serious filters but I will talk about some non-boss perspective things.

that's all.

Then in this chapter, in order to connect, I wrote a little bit of the content that I wrote before, that is to say, part of it is the previous repeated plot.

But the interpretation is different from the boss's perspective, and there are also things that the boss didn't notice at all [.

But after all, there are repetitions, so although it is two in one, it is not considered an addition.

If someone asks about the group, I will not release the account, the review is really em

The group name reminds the battlefield, and the group leader is the head of the question mark

Reader group, non-JO group

Stepping stone to fill in the questions, I have already received Gioruno Butterfly Ninja Harry Potter Bai Xiaofei Xiao Yan and other amazing answers

Let go of the management […]

catch a bug

At the age of 16, Risut squatted on the stairs in a daze as usual.

The sunset in the evening stretched the shadows very long, the light gradually faded away, the dark blue gradually began to swallow the remaining heat of the sun, and even the noise of pedestrians on the road gradually faded away.

The man stopped before his eyes.

He seemed to be a tourist, holding a bottle of mineral water that he seemed to have just drank two sips in his hand, but his sharp eyes did not look like ordinary people.The man stood in front of him, covering up the not-so-bright light that shone on him.

Risut looked at him, and felt that the sharpness he saw just now seemed to be an illusion, and there was no trace left under the intersecting eyes.

He looked at him puzzledly, waiting for him to speak.

And he did speak—

"Boy."

His tone is casual.

"How do I get to the nearest station?"

Someone asking for directions...?

Risut stood up and talked to the man.

Occasionally there will be such tourists. After all, this is not a scenic spot, and there is no map to guide the way.But after a while, the man offered to pay.

...tipping is indeed the norm.

But I always feel that something is not right.

The natural sensitivity made Risut feel a little confused, but he hid it very well. Apart from the occasional question from the man on the road, he didn't say anything, and of course he didn't ask the question back.But... probably a gangster, it doesn't feel like this person is an ordinary tourist.

Risut thought so, but someone touched his trouser pocket halfway.

"—"

Unless it's peak season, otherwise leading the way and collecting tips seems to be divided by some people, and it's not the turn of a kid like him——

Normally, he would not encounter such troubles, after all, who would specifically ask such a child to lead the way.

In addition, Risut, who was so focused on these things... didn't notice anyone like this at all.

He asked the man to wait where he was, and he chased after him.

He didn't expect to get the money back, he was just being asked for trouble.

But maybe this kind of self has become a problem.

These people are not the ones who usually charge fees, they are just ordinary gangsters.

Those people don't get together at times like this... Like this, 20 or [-] people get together just because there is a kid who took a big tip.

More trouble than expected.

Risut stood where he was and began to think about what to do.

He knew very well that most of the gangsters in this area were also gangsters.

If that person is a gangster—

Then it must not care about this kind of thing.

He looked at the man in front of him with an uncomfortable smile and said nothing.

"...What kind of expression is that on your face, brat."

At most it's just...be beaten.

Although it may look like a member of a gangster, even if a gangster goes to prison, no one will redeem him, and he is not a cadre.Ordinary punks have no such value.

So even if they don't like seeing him, they won't do too much to him, after all, they don't want to go to jail...probably.

So when the stone hit and blood flowed down his face, staining his vision red, he didn't move.

When they finish venting, they will naturally leave, and there is nothing to say.

He narrowed his eyes covered by blood, and raised his hand to cover the wound on his forehead. The stickiness occupied his sense of touch, but he was just estimating the time.

...will probably be gone in a few minutes.

Got the money anyway.

But unexpectedly, before the end here, that person chased after him.

As if he didn't know the rules of the gang, or why he was beaten, he just chased him.

Risut stared at him in a daze, watching the gangsters teasingly surrounded him and asked him if he still needed someone to lead the way, preparing for a wave of extortion that could not be filed by the police.

The man was silent, and let the gangster finish speaking, then raised his eyes, looked over the gangster's shoulder, and cast his gaze at him.

The boy's heartbeat stopped for a moment.

He pursed his lips and looked at him, neither refuting the bastard's clumsy lies, nor arguing for himself.

but why?

If this man is a gangster—the gangsters have started to shrink recently, only "enthusiasm" is developing rapidly, so these people can only be "enthusiasm"—then why chase after him?

Risut stared at him with scarlet eyes, waiting for him to speak.

However, the man only looked away from his face expressionlessly, and looked at the person who had been pestering him.

Because there was no answer, the entangled gangster finally showed a bit of impatience on his face, and after cursing twice, he raised his hand and was about to grab the man's arm——

"Boom."

— muffled sound.

The bastard fell to the ground.

Risut was stunned, and after a while, he looked at the man... the foot that kicked at the gangster.

This time the fall was not light, and he fell to the ground, as if he felt very dazed because of the sudden incident—after a while, he tremblingly raised his hand to wipe his forehead, and when he saw the scarlet liquid on his hand Let out a piercing and ugly scream.

He struggled to stand up, and the scolding came out, but before all the dirty words could be spit out, they were crushed by the man's leather shoes.

The man stepped on his head, holding a recently lit cigarette in one hand, and put the other in his trouser pocket.There was a sneer on his face, as if he didn't care much about the gangster's cruel words, and he crushed his head with the heel of his shoe, and the scream of the gangster was mixed with the sound of his head rubbing against the leather shoes and the ground.

Others who rushed up quickly were also subdued——

The man apologized insincerely to the man who fell on the ground, and then seemed to find it too boring, bowed his body slightly, and put his face in front of the gangster.

"It is only half true that powerful people dominate others."

With a low voice, he repeated what the gangster said about Risut just now, then flicked the cigarette ash mockingly, and twisted the cigarette end on the gangster's temple.

He looked at the gangster's distorted and painful face, and there was a pleasant smile in his voice.

"Power over others is what is right."

The man who had taught the gangster a lesson rummaged through the clothes of the man on the ground in disgust, took out the money he had just stolen, and threw it to Risut.

The boy caught the coin that was stained with blood and dust, and stared at him blankly, until he raised his hand and handed over the bottle of mineral water just now, saying to let him flush it before recovering.

The white-haired boy stared at the water in his hand, his mouth pursed into a slit.

Are there any gangsters like this?

Meddling, getting nothing in return, and possibly facing reprisals—someone who does that too.

After a while, he took the water and poured it on his head.

The scarlet in front of his eyes gradually faded away, leaving only the water in his eyes and the man's careless face.

Even that face was washed away by the water, and it was a little unclear for a while.

How to solve it afterwards?

Risut thought this while looking at his hair.

... Anyway, they can be regarded as helping him.

After thinking about it, there is a private clinic walking back, which is said to be a clinic, but it is actually doing organ transactions in private.Although if it is a gangster, it may not be possible to take the organs, but at least it can scare them.

When making this suggestion, I don't know if it was an illusion. Risut seemed to be taken aback when he saw the man, but immediately put on a calm expression.

After sending people there, Risut proposed to go to the station again.

Surprisingly, the gangster who should have been brought under control suddenly rushed out of the clinic.

Risut was startled, the gangster was obviously much more angry with the man than he was with him—he pushed the boy standing at the door away, causing him to almost fall down the stairs—and went straight to the station A man not far away.

That's...in an instant.

He only had time to catch a little pink in his vision, and the next moment the hat on his head disappeared, and his body stood on the flat ground from the third step at some point.He raised his head suddenly, and saw the gangster rushing towards the man with a big hole in his chest.

Blood spurted out, staining the floor in a shocking color.

Risut froze.

He couldn't even look at that person, his eyes were filled with the same blood color as his own——

died.

I don't know what happened, but suddenly a big hole opened in his chest and he died.

There was a commotion all around.

But Risut has no time to worry about such a commotion. If he wants to say why... The man who was standing there just now turned around and walked towards him, pulling him by the collar and leading him away from the crowd and into the darkness alley.

Risut subconsciously grabbed the man's wrist that grabbed his collar. Because of the man's strength, he had difficulty breathing, but at least he recovered from the commotion just now——

When did his hat come to his head?

——I suddenly thought of a problem that was completely irrelevant to the current crisis.

The man let go.

The young man coughed violently, raised his hand to wipe away the tears overflowing due to difficulty in breathing, and looked up at the man who brought him into this no man's land.

He calmed down, suppressed all the tension in his heart, and began to think about what was going on now.

...began to think about what to do.

That gangster must have touched the man's secret.

So even standing there, only possibly seeing something, was implicated.

"Risut."

The man spoke.

"Tell me, what did you just... see?"

— what did you see.

—How to answer his question...to survive?

He actually didn't see anything, and the bright color seemed to be just an illusion produced when he was in a trance.

But who would believe such a statement?

As long as you answer wrong, you will be silenced, right?

Cold sweat dripped from Risut's forehead, his fingertips trembled slightly, and even his feet that were still standing on the ground were useless, unable to regain consciousness.His adam's apple, which hadn't grown yet, moved, trying to stay calm, but he could hardly make a sound.

too close.

The man put his hands in his pockets, but bent down to look at himself. From this distance, he could almost feel the man's hot breath—even smelled a strange smell of tobacco that he had never smelled before.

"I... just saw him going to attack you, that's all."

The boy took a deep breath, his voice a little dry.

......Ruined.

Risut gritted his teeth.

This is not an answer at all, but under such pressure, he has no spare energy to think about how to speak——

"and then?"

The man continued to ask.

--what?

Risut was taken aback.

Then he said immediately: "He fell."

"what."

The man laughed lowly, as if he thought that his answer was like a child who didn't know how to deal with the problem.

Risut managed to let go of the raised heart, but the man raised his hand - pinching his face.

The boy clenched his hands tightly, and his heart beat wildly.

He pinches his face and lifts it up slightly.He had to look up at him, and the eyes that had been wandering around just now finally stopped on the man's face.

--calm.

According to the previous things, he would definitely not—

"Maniaco."

At the end of the alley came a stranger's voice.

The man seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then he looked away from him and turned to the direction of the voice.

Thanks to the owner of the voice, his hand holding Risut's face relaxed slightly, and the boy finally had the strength to cast his gaze in that direction.

It's a... blond man in a suit.

"Kirara? How do you—"

It's someone I know.

This can be judged immediately through dialogue.

The blond man rushed to him before the man finished speaking.

He grabbed the man's hand that was originally on the boy's face, put it on his face, and then—

Take a deep breath.

Risut: "......?"

The sudden incidents one after another made the boy's mind unable to turn around for a while.

He froze, watching the blond man talk to Maniaco—he had indeed heard the name just now—speaking a lot of things he couldn't understand.

When the topic ended, Maniaco looked a little unhappy.

Although I still don't understand...but it looks like I'm about to leave.

What will happen to him?

Risut thought so.

There must be something to do before leaving.

The boy stared at him until he finished talking with the blond man called Kira, and then turned his gaze back to himself.

"......never mind."

The man muttered and raised his hand.

Risut's eyelids quivered.

Sure enough, should he be dealt with here?Same as the gangster just now.

It was simply a disaster.

But that's how it happened...he couldn't find anyone else to complain about.

Just when he was ready, the raised hand landed on his head, and... rubbed it.

"—"

Risut's eyes widened slightly.

"It feels good." The man snorted, "Ha."

"—"

"This expression is...rare." He narrowed his eyes and said something he couldn't understand, "It would be great if I had a camera."

...Is this the end?

The young man looked at him blankly, still a little puzzled.

This expression seemed to please the man, making him laugh out loud.

Laughing enough, he started rummaging through his clothes, and finally found a gold medal in his coat pocket.

"Souvenir," he said.

Then threw it at him.

Risut flusteredly caught the golden medal thrown by the man, and when he looked up to ask something...he was already gone.

He looked ahead for a long time before he lowered his head and spread his palms.

The golden badge lay quietly in the palm of his hand, as if the man's body temperature still remained.

And... a special smell of tobacco.