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When An He knocked open the door of the next room, he saw Bai Lan facing the wall with a dull expression.

"What's wrong?" An He was still calm. After looking at Bai Lan, he found that he was not injured, so he asked him why he was screaming.

Of course, Bai Lan refused to tell that he was intimidated by Sawada Tsunayoshi's brawny painting style, so he settled down and said, "Cousin, look at the wall."

The emerald eyes of the stone ghost face are emitting a faint light.

"I'm pretty sure there wasn't it on the wall before I went to bed." Bai Lan would never admit that he was woken up by a nightmare, he quickly found a reason, "It's too evil, it will never be able to run on its own long legs."

Before An He could speak, she saw Ms. Jesso approaching slowly. Her graceful body was wrapped in a snow-white nightgown. It was a pity that both of them were her blood relatives, no matter how beautiful they were, there was no one there. appreciate.

She was still quite worried about Bai Lan. An He told the strangeness of the stone ghost mask in a few words, which made her also amazed.

"Is there such a thing?" Somehow, she suddenly said as if thinking of something again, "It seems quite possible. When my sister and I were young, we would occasionally hear strange sounds, similar to 'Mu Da Mu Da Mu Da' and Or something like 'wryyyyy—'."

"Maybe there will be ghosts in old houses. This house has a history of more than 200 years. It is normal to have ghosts."

She has a big heart, and it may be that she has lived in Araki Manor for so many years without any accidents, and she still trusts the safety index here.

"If you're really scared, just sleep with me."

The corners of Bai Lan's mouth twitched, and she firmly refused.

An He proposed a compromise plan: "Let Bai Lan come to me. In addition to the bed, grandfather's room has a spacious sofa that can sleep two adults side by side. I will just give the bed to Bai Lan."

He also added to help the other party's self-esteem: "The Araki Manor is really too big, and there are only three of us alive, so it's empty, even when I'm sleeping, I feel hairy."

Ms. Jesso hurriedly said, "Even if they sleep together, Bai Lan has to sleep on the sofa. Long Ye, don't get too used to him."

Ten minutes later, Bai Lan appeared on the sofa in An He's room wrapped in a quilt like a silkworm chrysalis.

In order to consider him, An He also lit a night light.

Bai Lan: No, I'm really not afraid of ghosts.

He probably realized that his reputation could not be rescued, so he simply dragged Ann and chatted. After the quarrel just now, Bai Lan lost all sleepiness, and he was more willing to drag people into the water than to count sheep alone.

"Cousin." Bai Lan whispered, "Are those collections real?"

Now it was An He's sleep time, and if there were no special circumstances, his biological clock was relatively regular, and it was rare for him to show a trace of impatience when answering Bai Lan's question.

"Of course, I told you this afternoon."

"The stone ghost face on the wall in your room can turn people into vampires. I suggest you not be too curious about it."

Bai Lan thought: If turning into a vampire would make him a muscular man with sharp edges and shadows on his face, then he would rather die.

He heard An He's voice getting lower and lower, as if he could fall into a deep sleep at any time, and said unwillingly, "What kind of person is the Dio you mentioned earlier?"

"Do the collections and ghosts here have something to do with him?"

Anhe hates people disturbing his sleep the most. Only with a high-quality sleep like a baby can he guarantee his work efficiency the next day. Now he regrets bringing Bai Lan into the room.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, I don't know much about dio." He said indifferently, "Good night."

Then covered his head with a quilt.

Bai Lan said a few more words and found that An He didn't respond at all. Knowing that he had made up his mind to ignore her, she could only stare at the ceiling in a daze.

He adapted to the light of the night, and could almost trace the pattern of the Sonnet on the ceiling.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

In the process of counting sheep, he also gradually regained his sleepiness.

The next morning, An He got up early. His task today was to explore his grandfather's study to see if he could find any useful records.

My grandfather was a learned priest who received a university education. I heard that his grades were very good, and it was easy for him to become a scholar. It was only on the eve of graduation that he was inspired by the Lord and chose to serve God for life.

His collection of books is of various kinds, such as astronomy, geography, language, science... the variety is comparable to that of a small library. After looking through it in general, An He found what he needed most.

Grandfather's diaries and manuscripts.

The manuscript is more like his archaeological and experimental notes. An He even found the excavation site of the stone ghost face and its function from it.

It seemed that my grandfather had not only experimented on animals, but also on humans.

He knew the function of the mask very well, but he didn't use it until he died, which is different from Dio.

He glanced at a few more pages, and after sweeping through the contents of the notes, he solemnly placed the notes on the wide desktop and decided to study his grandfather's diary first.

In fact, keeping a diary is a very bad habit. Once the whole book falls into the hands of the enemy, the consequences will be disastrous. An and grandfather probably know this.

And he still writes in Japanese!

In the era when my grandfather lived, Japanese was an out-and-out small language. Except for foreign businessmen and diplomats living in Japan, few people learned this language. Writing in Japanese is itself an act of encryption.

[This world is very strange, the residents are almost all Asians, speaking a strange language, they call themselves "ninjas"...]

[I like the concept of "Meteor Street" very much. Facts have proved that the simple law of the jungle is the embodiment of human instinct. I want to live with a stronger power to overcome everything and dominate everything...]

What is certain is that their family's ability to communicate space is definitely inherited from this grandpa, who seems to have traveled through many worlds and brought more souvenirs.

But even if people see this kind of unconstrained diary content, they will only think that the author's brain is too big, and the fabricated stories are lifelike, so they should write about Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea.

To An He's disappointment, Dio was not mentioned in the diary.

After walking around the old house, An He didn't find anything else he wanted, and Bai Lan didn't want to spend the night in Araki Manor after killing him, so they went back to the city.

After returning home, An He said to Ms. Jesso: "I came to Venice just to visit Araki Village. Now my goal has been achieved. I will go to Naples after dinner. These two days are really disturbing, auntie."

Of course, Ms. Jesso would not say anything, and thanked An He for taking good care of Bai Lan.

Bai Lan didn't even realize it, he really knew too many secrets all of a sudden, who knew their ancestors were so powerful?Nobody even wants to do it!

When he came back to his senses, he immediately asked again: "Cousin, can you take me with you when you go to Naples? I miss the coastal scenery a bit."

It is said that it is the scenery of the coast, but in fact it is just a banner to learn about Dio from An He.

What Bai Lan didn't expect was that An He, who has always been good-tempered, turned him down: "Let's do it next time. I have already booked an event in Naples. If I bring you, the three of us will be neither fish nor fowl."

As soon as An He left, Bai Lan, who had finally recovered a little from the nightmare, started to do things.

/ Have you arrived at Marco Polo Airport, Dazai? /

/ Just got off the plane. /

/It is suggested that you divert directly to Venice, Anhe has already set off. /

He thought about it, and gloated a little: "Everyone has come to Italy, how much love you have for Anhe!"

"Hey, no, maybe he is jealous. After all, judging by Dazai's appearance, he should have been with An He for a long time."

"Speaking of which, who exactly is my cousin going to see in Naples? Is there really someone who can make him miss her almost every year?"

Bai Lan thought about it for a long time, and always felt that it would be a great loss if he missed the confrontation between Dazai, Anhe, and unknown people, and he was scared to change his mood only during this period.

He also simply bought a ticket to Naples.

The small train on the route from Venice to Naples was extremely slow, and An He leisurely went on a game while waiting leisurely.

After visiting a few pyramids, he actually angered Xihua. The reason is very simple, An He is too confused!

No matter what Xihua hinted or expressed, he would deliberately avoid it like a blind man, and would take a step back when faced with the lady's embrace, maintaining a safe distance between the two sexes.

This unprecedented development drove Xi Hua, who was always in a position to find a bed partner, crazy. She even asked An He in disbelief: "Didn't you say you wanted to travel with me? What do you mean now?"

An He blinked honestly and said, "I'm just talking about traveling together, not to mention that I'm not yet an adult in Japan. If I remember correctly, it will have a bad influence if the club staff and high school students don't know clearly."

Xi Hua almost laughed angrily, he didn't know whether to complain "There is a high school student as tall and strong as you" or "Then were you kidding me in the first place?"

It wasn't that she had to make peace, she turned around and left after getting the word that she would not be a bed partner with her.

She is so young and beautiful, and has countless suitors, why did she hang herself on a tree with a crooked neck? Isn't the whole forest fragrant?

Dazai really liked her free and easy way, and he changed his previous biting sarcasm and tilted his head to An He: "You are really more incomprehensible than I imagined."

"Since you don't plan to have anything to do with her, why did you invite her to play together? Do you want to commit suicide with her?"

What An He said next seemed perverted: "Of course not."

"Looking at the direction she left, she should have gone to the miu bar. Why don't you go home first." An He said, "I will come back when it is confirmed that Xi Hua has entered the house."

Hearing An He's words, a small question mark slowly rose on Dazai's forehead.

No, people have parted ways with you and you still have to post it, and even follow which bars you go to.

Stoka nailed it.

He even thought messily: An He said that he came to Egypt to meet someone, but it has been several days, and he has not acted for a long time. Could it be that he is here to "encounter love" like the group of healthy guys? right?

As soon as the thought came to him, he was about to throw up.

In fact, An He's idea is very simple, he just wants to know who Ms. Xihua gave birth to Giorno with. For this reason, he really wants to follow Xihua to see who she has the best relationship with.

But what Anhe never expected was that an emergency situation appeared just one step later than Xi Hua.

Xihua disappeared on the way to the bar.

An He: "No, I have to find Miss Xihua even if I dig three feet into the ground. I must know who her child is."

Dazai:? ? ?

Did I hear something terrible.