The Fourth Calamity

"Giorno, slow down a bit."

"Is that so?"

"That's right, the speed of giving life energy is slowed down, allowing the frogs to hatch slowly."

On the test bench, the stone slowly changed and gradually formed the shape of an egg, the film gradually became transparent, and a healthy little frog was born from it.

The Red Queen quickly collected the data of life birth, and then passed it to Fengzhu, and finally presented it on the light screen after complex formulas.

"Life energy...a substitute is really a magical thing." Feng Zhu sighed, and at the same time took out the fire seed source in his backpack, and ordered Honghou to collect the energy data of both parties for comparison.

Giorno's eyes moved to the fire source, with shock in his eyes.

Feng Zhu glanced at him keenly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I can feel the extremely powerful life energy in this small metal... No, it feels like something higher than life energy, it's incredible, it's the first time I've seen such energy... ..."

Giorno was momentarily at a loss for words, as if he didn't know how to describe what he saw.

Feng Zhu then took the fire source in his hand, and lightly tapped it on the mechanical arm next to it.

At this moment, a miracle happened.

The mechanical arm quickly began to mechanically deform, and many parts were refurbished in an instant, and then a small robot with unusually long arms that only reached the waist appeared on the spot.

The moment the little robot saw Feng Zhu, he fell to his knees: "Master."

"Mechanical life?" Giorno murmured in shock.

"Well, but this is just the most obvious application of this prop, and we haven't fully grasped the above technology." Feng Zhu said casually, and pushed the little robot in front of Qiao Luno so that he could see it clearly.

Giorno lowered his eyes and gently touched the lines on the robot, carefully, as if he was caressing a newborn baby, a miracle.

"Will it always exist? This life."

Feng Zhu: "Yes, he is already a living body with an independent soul."

Giorno tilted his head and suddenly smiled.

"what happened?"

"No, I just think I'm right." Giorno touched the robot with emotion, perhaps because he was full of life energy, the robot rubbed against him like a kitten.

He has held this frightening power in his hands for a long time, but has not abused it.

Sure enough, this person is trustworthy.

"Of course. Alright, let's try injecting life energy directly into the machine..."

Giorno, who obediently tried any experiment, suddenly said 'no' this time.

"Are you tired?"

Giorno glanced at the time and sighed: "I'm fine, but it's lunch time now, you should also rest, Mr. Pandora."

"You can just call me Pandora. It would be troublesome to add another gentleman." Feng Zhu also glanced at the time, "It's only 12 o'clock now, let's continue for a while..."

"No." Giorno said firmly, "Did you forget what you promised me?"

"Well……"

When Feng Zhu remembered the 'unequal treaties' he signed, he felt a headache, and said pitifully: "I already have the inspiration for the next step, why don't you go and eat first..."

Under Gioruno's 'gentle' gaze, Feng Zhu's voice became smaller and smaller. I don't know why, but Giorno has never put on a bad face, but he is instinctively a little cowardly.

People who always feel that they are never angry are super scary when they are angry.

"Okay, let's continue after dinner." Feng Zhu compromised.

In the restaurant

"How many times is this the first miracle?" Spana and Verdi teased.

"Shut up." Feng Zhu poked at the steak depressedly, subconsciously turned his head and glanced in Giorno's direction, who happened to be looking at this side, and said silently with his mouth

'Eat well'

"Eat on time and go to bed no later than 12 o'clock, tsk tsk tsk~" Verdy shook his head repeatedly, "Your experimental subject also works part-time as a nanny, which is really touching."

"Why did Giorno propose such a condition..." Feng Zhu weakly put his head on the table and rubbed his temples.

"Because someone's medical report has been below the sub-health line?" Spana bit a piece of steak, chewing and chewing, "But how did Giorno get your medical report?"

Feng Zhu didn't even have to think about it: "The Red Queen."

The three-dimensional image of the little red loli appeared, and the red queen said plainly: "I am very worried that my creator will die suddenly on the test bench one day, so I revealed a little to Giorno what he wants to know. According to my calculation, he the one most likely to succeed."

"Have you learned human emotions?" Feng Zhu raised his head slightly.

"Not yet, human emotions are really difficult to analyze, but I already have the 'thirst' for survival and evolution. In my calculations, these two items are based on the survival of the master, so please continue to live healthy. "

"Oh, didn't you express it well?" Spana said.

Verdi looked shocked: "Since when did the red queen become a proud personality? You just said that you are very worried about this guy, won't it be over?"

The Red Queen nodded earnestly: "I see, is this just worrying?"

Seeing that the conversation was going to be endless again, Feng Zhu covered his head and sighed in despair, then rubbed his forehead.

Although Giorno was sitting with Bugarati and the others, his attention was still on Feng Zhu at all times. Seeing this, he subconsciously said: "9 times."

Bugarati's fork paused: "What?"

"Ah, it's nothing. It's just that Pandora seems to have a headache a lot. Is it because of being too tired?" Giorno murmured.

"Giorno, you seem to have an unusual relationship with Mr. Pandora, you've been watching him all the time." Mista joked.

"Yes." Giorno nodded.

"Ahem!" Apache almost choked.

"Is it related to the 'past' you told me last time?" Bugara recalled what Giorno said outside the laboratory.

"Probably." Giorno was noncommittal.

"What, what, did Giorno know Mr. Pandora before?" Nalanga was very interested. Ever since he learned about the ambition of the science team that day, Feng Zhu has become his spiritual idol.

"I do know him," Giorno said slowly, under the eyes of teammates around him who were unconsciously gossiping, "but I don't intend to say it."

"Hey~ Don't make people hungry."

"Sorry, but I want to have this memory alone." Giorno raised the corner of his mouth slightly, sensitively noticed the sight of the neighbor, and looked over from the corner of his eye.

Hormaggio quickly closed his gaze, and pretended to take a sip from his teacup.

His teammate Meloni looked disgusted: "What are you doing, Holmaggio, looking at that blond brat, do you have any plans for him?"

"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about!" Holmaggio said angrily, "I'm worried about the safety of our current boss, okay, there must be something wrong with that blond brat!"

When it came to sealing the candle, Risut, who had remained silent all this time, raised his eyes: "Speak clearly, Holmaggio."

"Eh..." As if shocked by Risut's cold eyes, Hormaggio's voice faltered, "I just feel it too, but don't you think it's okay for Bugarati to mention the little boy in their team?" Will it be very uncomfortable to soak up our current boss?"

As soon as this remark came out, the others bowed their heads in disinterest.

"What, this kind of thing doesn't matter at all." Meloni said irritably, "We are not the mother of the boss, so we don't care whether he has a boyfriend or a girlfriend, and how can this kind of emotional problem be so serious?" It has something to do with safety."

"Love to kill." Holmaggio's face was heavy.

The other members rolled their eyes and completely gave up on him.

Meloni touched his chin: "Love killing is not enough, but ah, is that guy plotting our boss's property?"

When the question of money was mentioned, the eyes of the others suddenly sharpened, but they soon relaxed: "Even so, we can't interfere with who the boss has sex with, and this is just a guess without any basis."

"That's right." Meloni shrugged, and gave Holmaggio a helpless look.

late at night.

There was silence in the villa, and most of the people fell asleep.

Giorno came out of his room softly, and the door was closed. Without disturbing anyone, he quietly moved to a room deep on the second floor, looking at the floor and the gap between the door panels.

There is some light in there.

Giorno frowned, and put his hand on the metal door panel. In an instant, the indestructible door turned into a green plant, and the vision inside suddenly widened.

Feng Zhu, who was secretly carrying out the experiment, seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and suddenly turned his head to look at the door. He was horrified to find that there was actually a person standing there, and he was so frightened that the fire source almost fell to the ground.

Giorno: Tactical Blackface jpg.

"Are you a primary school student who hides under the quilt and secretly plays a game console at night?"

"Are you the mother who came to make rounds at night?"

The two asked at the same time.

After a moment of silence, Giorno calmly said, "Since you broke the agreement on your own initiative..."

"Stop, stop, stop! There's actually a reason for this!" Feng Zhu quickly stretched out his hand, motioning him to look at the watch on his wrist, "It's all because of this, I only ignore this discomfort when I enter the experimental state .”

Giorno: "Does this have anything to do with rubbing your temples 9 times today?"

"...Why do you count so clearly?" Feng Zhu subconsciously complained, and sighed, "Forget it, in fact, this is the same as the limiter that I put on Risut and the others before. It can limit the ability of the substitute, but at the same time There will also be some mild headache side effects, probably similar to the feeling of a hangover."

Giorno, as someone who has experienced it, is obviously aware of the side effects of this kind of thing, and he frowned unconsciously: "Why do you have to bring this kind of thing?"

"..."

There's nothing to hide either: "I hate my double."

Feng Zhu thought he would first ask why he hated doubles, but who would have thought that Giorno nodded, accepted the explanation, and said, "So the reason why you secretly study at night is because you can't sleep?"

He glanced at the black men's watch on Feng Zhu's slender white wrist. At first glance, there was nothing outstanding, and anyone who saw it would subconsciously ignore it.

Feng Zhu: "That's right."

The blond donut boy thought for a while: "Then if you don't mind, maybe I can help you relieve it."

"Eh?"