The villain's love literacy

"So, are you a regular customer here?" Sylvia sat on the second-to-last empty seat on the right side of the bar with ease, and the pink-haired man tilted his head because of his movement, "I mean, like every day come like this?"

Diablo drank the rest of the wine in the glass in one gulp, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but he still had no intention of speaking.

The bartender sensibly came over and poured another third of the cup of brown liquid. Now he didn't need the gentleman to ask him to know what to drink.

This is already the third time...he "met" her here, he only knew her name was "Sissy", which should be an abbreviation or a nickname, and he began to regret that he was nosy that day.

He would never be so kind at ordinary times, why was that at that time?Then he tried to convince himself that the girl was young and that her smile reminded him of when he first met Donatella more than ten years ago.But thinking about it carefully, it's not exactly the same. Dona is a typical southern Italian girl, while this Sissy is from northern Italy or a place further north, and seems to be a bit mixed.

She is also a little quieter, and it seems that she is not usually a talkative personality, even if she talks to him, she has no skills at all.

Now Sylvia was a little discouraged. At first she just wanted to thank this man, but he didn't respond in any way—she thought she had a decent appearance and a decent manner, so she couldn't be so annoying, right?

She held the glass with both hands in embarrassment. Now she only orders some non-alcoholic drinks. If she goes to the bathroom and comes back, she will order another glass and ask the bartender to take away the previous one.

It seems that the "combat" failed in the end. In fact, she really liked this handsome adult man. People are all visual animals, and he is so different, and he saved her.However, she has been playing a one-man show alone, which is not interesting anymore. This kind of dancing bar is not a suitable place for her to come to, and she will never come again.

"That... I've been bothering you all this time." Sylvia stared at the pink liquid in her glass, which was peach juice, but she had no intention of continuing to drink it.

Just getting up to leave, the man who had been silent all this time finally looked up at her: "You can call me Diablo."

At first, he originally planned to say that his name was "Solit Nasso", which was his usual pseudonym, and no one else in the world would know his real name except Dobbio, but he actually said it out.

Is it because I only have a moment to sit by her side these days to feel at ease?

He suspected that this was her substitute ability, but she didn't look like a substitute messenger—no substitute messenger would carelessly know that someone threw a pill into his cup, and it didn't look like she approached him for a certain purpose.

Finally, a real smile reached her eyebrows.

But now she couldn't smile at all.

Before being approached by Giorno and Mista, she had been waiting for Diablo to come back, thinking it was just an ordinary business matter.It was never officially over between them, and now he's back.

The most important thing is that there are other people in the room. She told Kaz not to come out yet, but will he listen?

Just as she was hesitating, the doorbell rang again, followed by a low voice that had become a little strange: "Sissy, open the door, I know you are inside."

Sylvia opened the door for him after all.

Looking at the tall, pink-haired man again, a complicated feeling came to her heart. She couldn't tell how she felt about Diablo now, let alone the past—she really loved him from the very beginning. ?she does not know.

The butterfly collided with the spider web because of the conspicuous color of the spots on the spider's body. The spider bound the butterfly with its silk but left its life behind. Although it did not die, it could no longer fly.

When the relationship between two people is based on completely unequal age, social experience, and economic strength, only by getting out of this relationship can you see the true appearance.

But even if they were really in love at the time, it should be over now.

He's the king of the underground, Sylvia is his canary, she's involved in a gang fight, and she's already died "for him" once.Even if they didn't meet each other for the last time, the grievances between them should be settled.

"I..." As soon as Sylvia opened her mouth, the pink-haired man walked in on his own, as if this was his own home.

"Sissy, what are you doing, why are you so slow?" Diablo sat on the sofa in the small living room, looked around the apartment that had just been rented and was not well organized, and couldn't help frowning slightly. "Either we move out like we did before ... it's a little too small here."

It was as if nothing had happened, and the eight blank years in between did not exist at all. Diablo came back from Rome, and the only difference was that Sylvia came to this apartment from the small house in the middle-class community.

"No, I won't move out with you." She took a deep breath, and finally made up her mind to say it after slowly exhaling, "Diablo, it's over between us."

The pink-haired man lowered his eyes and stared at the two teacups on the coffee table, the eyelashes of the same color blocked the light in his eyes, and after an embarrassing silence lasted for a long time, Diablo slowly raised his head: "It's because... that little Cub?"

"...What? Who are you talking about?" Sylvia really didn't understand who Diablo was talking about.

The former "Enthusiasm" boss stood up abruptly, and for the first time showed that kind of resentful eyes in front of the blonde woman. The dark green eyes were broken and chaotic: "Gioruno, Giorno Giobana."

Strange to say, Diablo, Giorno, and herself all have green eyes, but they look completely different.

"What does this have to do with Giorno?" She frowned dissatisfiedly. She knew that there was a grievance between them, but what happened now had nothing to do with Giorno and the others. "This is between us, only me and You, Diablo."

"Me? What's wrong with me?" The man asked gloomily. He had never spoken to her in this manner. If it was Sylvia in the first life, she must have stepped back in shock and fear.

But she is no longer the girl who knew nothing before, and she also knows Diablo's true identity.

"You're a gangster, Diablo!" Sylvia couldn't help but shouted, "And you haven't told me anything all this time, and I've been foolishly kept in the dark!"

"Tell you?" Diablo said in a very soft voice, "If I tell you, I will put you in danger. Sissy, without Giorno Giobana, everything would be fine for us, It will continue as usual.”

"You haven't understood what I'm talking about, Diablo, it has nothing to do with whether someone 'disturbs' our life, it's your identity." She gasped for breath, her eyes unwilling to fall on the pink-haired man again, "You, I've heard about what you've done before, drug trafficking...and selling to women and children...I'm sorry, I can't accept it."

All expressions on the pink-haired man's face disappeared, and Sylvia looked at him fearlessly, and even raised her chin.

It seemed that it took a long time before Diablo sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm: "What do you think those bugs who betrayed me are good things?"

She didn't say anything, and she didn't quite understand why he must always mention those people.

"Except for the drug trafficking you hate... they do everything else," the man said coldly, staring into Sylvia's eyes. "Gambling, smuggling, arms... Do you think they will clean up? I know better than you who they are. Risut Nero and Bruno Bucciarati were both recruited by me personally in 'Enthusiasm'. They had nowhere to go except me. Now And did something that betrayed me."

"I don't care what other people have done or are doing now, it's you." Sylvia said disappointedly, shaking her head secretly, "Please leave now."

The grievances of life and death separated them, after all, it was because of Diablo that the Rolling Stones showed the shape of her dying fate.

Giorno was not the original cause of her time travel, but the pink-haired man in front of her.

"Sissy, listen to me, you—" Diablo's expression became anxious for the first time, and he took a few steps forward one after another, but someone stopped him in the chest.

"That's enough, Diablo, Sissy has told you to leave." Hearing this voice, Sylvia's heart sank.

"... Katz?" The pink-haired man turned his head slowly, and the person whose name was called was pressing his chest with one hand to prevent him from taking a step forward. "Why are you here?"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to realize that he had asked a stupid question. He looked at Sylvia coldly, and said slowly, "No wonder, no wonder you moved so slowly when I rang the doorbell."

Silvia winked at Katz crazily, didn't she tell you to stay in the bedroom obediently and not come out! ?But the purple-haired man completely ignored her signal, and the tense atmosphere between him and Diablo was only one spark away from being ignited.

In a blink of an eye, she saw a pink and alternate color appear in her field of vision, and almost without thinking about it, Sylvia recognized that the non-human arm must be a stand-in, and the second thing that came to mind was——Caz is not The stand-in messenger, he can't see the stand-in!

Resurrection appeared next to the master in an instant, welcoming the fist of the Crimson King to receive a full blow from Li A.

"Boom——" The huge impact caused the two people to be bounced off the spot. It was the first time for Sylvia to use a stand-in to fight. She was completely defenseless and her arms were numb. Sitting on the sofa, Diablo himself just staggered back a few steps.

At the same time, the door of the apartment was knocked open, and a golden double appeared at the door, with purple pupils examining everything in the room.

"Miss Silvia! What happened, it was Diablo who treated you..." However, Bugarati was the first to enter the room, and the black-haired man in a speckled white suit froze in place after the smoke cleared.

A man with long purple hair was helping Sylvia to sit up, making intimate gestures. According to their information, this man was a perfect ultimate creature, a few levels more dangerous than Diablo.

Giorno completely ignored everything else, and calmly looked at the somewhat embarrassed blonde woman: "Miss Silvia, are you okay?"