The villain's love literacy

After clearing out all the irrelevant people and guarding the gate of the cemetery with the men who were called temporarily, Bugarat raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

Apache's jurisdiction is in another part of Naples, which is completely opposite to the cemetery, and even the headquarters is relatively close.First of all, it will take some time for his melancholy blues to go forward, the later the tomb robber may run farther.

The man in the white-spotted suit chose to walk around the cemetery before his companion arrived, to observe what happened here not long ago.

He couldn't see at all how that person did it. Logically speaking, at least what tool should be used to start somewhere, but there is no such trace at all.

The turf was lifted in pieces and scattered here and there in an irregular manner, and the planks of the coffin were on one side.

...It was as if the coffin had suddenly popped open by itself.

But he dismissed the idea immediately.

Impossible, it's been eight years, even a stand-in messenger shouldn't have such a whimsical idea, it doesn't respect Miss Sylvia.

Buccarati stood there thinking with his chin in his hand, and after a while he heard the sound of a high-powered motorcycle approaching.

Probably because Apache was too slow and chose the motorcycle directly. He saw the man taking off his helmet and striding towards him from the door. The two of them were the only two of the white-haired man in the entire cemetery, so he released the double with confidence.

The purple soft stand-in stood in place, and the number on the forehead began to adjust the time forward. As the number got bigger and bigger, the stand-in gradually changed into someone else's appearance.

It was a look they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

The long light golden hair hangs down to the waist, and it starts from about halfway in big waves. She has light green eyes and wears a white nightdress.

If it weren't for the abrupt number on the forehead, and the summer scene created by Giorno's golden experience ability in the first month of April, it would seem to be an elf in the dense forest that was accidentally seen by humans.

But this is exactly what the owner of the tomb looks like.

When they were about to return to the human world, they saw the appearance of that woman—no, eight years had passed, and now she was a little girl to them instead.

"This, how is this possible...?"

Apache's purple and yellow gradient pupils were full of shock, and he exchanged glances with Buccarati. It was obvious that this man who always had ideas was a little flustered.

"Go back in time and see what happened."

Buccarati said with difficulty, and then watched Melancholy Blues lie in the grave in the shape of Sylvia, closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The playback speed is too fast, and the details in the middle are not clear, but it is enough for two people to break out in a cold sweat.

"Slow forward."

Only now has Apache paused the rewinding of time, and before calling the stop, Melancholy Blues has been lying quietly in the tomb, as if sleeping peacefully.

Even though it's a little offensive to think like this, shouldn't a person... rot already after death and burial?

Melancholy Blues slowly opened her eyes, then touched the front of her face, as if judging her position, her expression became panicked, and then she didn't know what happened, she just sat up like this, stood up and walked out of the grave , took one last look at the content on the tombstone, and left with a complicated expression.

Bugarati and Apache looked at each other again, and the two of them took steps in unison.

No matter what happened in the end, in short, let's catch up with people first.

Fortunately, Apache has melancholic blues, otherwise their thinking will always be limited to who dug the grave, and who would have thought that the person in the coffin "returned to life" and ran out by himself?

Sylvia was walking aimlessly on the street, not knowing where she was, but not far away was the beautiful seaside.

Obviously just now he wanted to see how his father was doing so urgently, but now he shrinks back.

How should I explain that it took so long to leave?

Besides, it was not certain whether my father still lived there.After his mother passed away, he couldn't bear the previous house anymore, so he moved to other communities in a hurry, maybe this time it was the same, his father met with things and thought about people, and he lost the second important role in his life, maybe Maybe he had already left Italy.

There were footsteps approaching quickly behind her, but she ignored them, thinking that it had nothing to do with herself, she was a "newcomer" and didn't know anyone, all the hustle and bustle of this street should have nothing to do with her.

But the footsteps stopped behind her, and someone put on her shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss."

Sylvia turned around, and there were two men dressed...somewhat strangely, one had black hair in a spotted suit, the other had long white hair with an open chest, and a strange iris color.

"Excuse me...do you have anything to do?"

It was someone she didn't know at all, and her eyes looked back and forth between the two of them, but they looked at her a little strangely.

"Miss Sylvia, don't you remember us?"

Hearing this sentence, she immediately became vigilant. In the first life, she didn't remember seeing such a person. Why did they know her name, and they were so sure?For people in this world, she should have been missing for a long time.

Seeing the woman's still confused look, Bugarati didn't know what to do for a while.

She really shouldn't remember them.

At that time they were already dead, and they should never have seen the world again.

Sylvia looked at the two strangely dressed men again. After all, the somewhat familiar heart-shaped open-breasted suit made her find a name in her head.

Giorno Giobana, the one who brought the news of Diablo's death, the new godfather of "The Passionate".

Her thoughts slowly began to become clear, as if at the end—before she touched the rolling stone, she did see a few people in the state of souls. At that time, she didn't know the ability of resurrection, and she didn't even pay attention to who they were , and don't bother to remember what they look like.

But this little girl from Nanyi in front of her looks familiar to her.

"Who is Giorno Giobana among you?"

Sylvia said straight to the point that she didn't intend to play tricks on them.

The dark-haired man looked relieved, with a polite and harmless smile, blue eyes the same color as the sea behind him.

"My name is Bruno, Bruno Bucciarati, Giorno is our BOSS. Please don't worry, we are not hostile to you, but can I trouble you to come with us? I think the BOSS should want it very much See you."

She frowned, and couldn't help but glanced at the white-haired man who didn't look too easy to mess with, as if a root had grown on her feet and didn't want to move.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me? Let's talk about it here now."

"I'm afraid this is not a good place to talk."

He noticed the woman's aimless footsteps just now and the confusion in her eyes that she hadn't had time to conceal. Perhaps even she herself didn't know why she woke up in the tomb.

"And about your father..."

After hesitating for a long enough time, Bucciarati didn't urge him, and waited until Silvia had considered it before nodding before calling someone—she guessed it was Jobana—to explain the situation.

Not long after, a black car stopped in front of several people.

She opened the back door, and after she sat down, the white-haired man sat in the co-pilot, and he himself sat next to her.

The people from Nanyi thoughtfully reminded the driver to turn on the air conditioner, the weather just entered April, no matter how you say it, a nightdress is too thin.

The scenery outside the window gradually recedes, the crowds become less and less, and the vegetation and single-family buildings begin to increase, and continue to drive along the coastline.

Her mind wandered.

Sylvia knew that they could not pose a threat to her, and her resurrection ability seemed to be much stronger. Besides, she also "saved" their lives, right?

But when it comes to the new godfather... I'm afraid he is the one who defeated Diablo, otherwise he wouldn't be the one who took that position. Diablo was the "enthusiastic" BOSS at the time and did all kinds of evil things. Even she, who knows nothing about the mafia, knows about it, so will Chobana be a good person?It is said that the Mafia will definitely fulfill its promises, and I hope he can.

It was like stepping on the brakes just after stepping on the accelerator, and the car stopped before driving far.

The white-haired man got out of the car first and opened the door for her. Sylvia was a little surprised at this. She thought he would be the kind of person who would be difficult to mess with, so she said "thank you" politely.

Compared with the dense beige-roofed white brick huts that are concentrated together in the urban area, this building is actually located at the foot of the hillside. Although the terrain behind it is more complicated, the front is not a cliff, but a private area that can go directly down to the beach. beach.

The surrounding area is surrounded by walls covered with green plants, and occasionally one or two patrolling men in black can be seen.

They stood in front of the fountain, and Sylvia looked at this manor that looked like a nobleman's vacation centuries ago, and didn't know how to evaluate it for a while.

According to the general impression, the headquarters of the Mafia wouldn't look like this, would it?

She was led to a room like a reception room, with a black leather sofa, a beige coffee table, and a few freshly picked flowers in a small white vase above it.Bugarati smiled apologetically at her, asked her to wait here for a while, and sent someone to bring coffee.

Sylvia didn't drink, but stood and looked at the paintings on the sofa, and she could see the sea at a glance from here.

When she just graduated, she also wanted to live by the sea. At that time, Diablo's house was in a middle-class community very far inside, but when she asked, the man agreed.

They had already chosen where they wanted to move.

The door was knocked lightly, and Sylvia turned around, stunned for a moment.

The person who walked in was indeed Gioruno Giobana. She would never mistake her unique hairstyle, with three golden hair circles in front of her forehead, but compared to the braids tied behind her head at that time, the rest Hair falls over shoulders.

Only then did she truly believe that so much time had passed.

He had been a boy about her height then, and now she had to look up at him—Giobana had grown up and inevitably reminded her of someone.

Dio Brando.

She saw the shadow of the man in Jobana, and it was fleeting.

Strange, does she miss DIO that much?

Why do I think of him at this time, is it just because of the similar hair color and figure?But look carefully... It seems that there are shadows of other people, his facial features and facial contours, if you ignore the hair color, he looks a lot like Kujo Jotaro or Dongfang Josuke.