The villain's love literacy

"...I have never encountered such a strange request."

The Golden Experience Requiem was expressionless and silent for a few seconds—although Resurrection thought it couldn’t make any more expressions, those purple eyes seemed to be examining this vulnerable white stand-in, and finally it He answered with a voice almost identical to that of his master.

"Do you want to use the cycle between life and death to break fate?"

"At least I want to try, Sissy shouldn't just be like this..."

Resurrection sighed, it spoke even more shakyly than its master, with a sad face and three teardrops on the right cheek that were almost glistening.

The Golden Experience Requiem looked at this light and fluffy body. If she really has the ability to resurrect, it is very likely that she is a substitute for the causal system.But it looked too weak, it didn't have the slightest ability to attack, and even its voice seemed weak.

However, as it said, Sylvia herself was innocent.

"Only you and I know about this matter, and even my owner, Giorno Giobana, will not know about it."

The double of the infinite panel finally said ambiguously, but the resurrection already understood that it agreed to its request.

"Maybe we'll meet again someday."

As soon as the voice of this sentence fell, it left from that wonderful spiritual space, as if none of this had happened, and there was no figure of the white stand-in in the room, so he also slowly disappeared.

As if time began to flow again, Sylvia's hand finally placed on the rolling stone.

She was so quiet that she seemed to be asleep, like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, with light golden wavy long hair draped softly on her shoulders, and a peaceful face, as if she could wake up again as long as a prince kissed her on the forehead.

But the hand she was holding Giorno let go without a sound.

"Sylvia..."

Giorno muttered the name and stood up. It comes from Latin, "elf in the forest"...?

However, he had to take a big step back immediately, and a white figure suddenly appeared, and he only had to reflect for less than a second before he recognized that this should be his substitute as described by Sylvia.

The Golden Experience Requiem was summoned to stand by his side, but he was not as surprised as his master in the face of the sudden change.

Her substitute ability activated?But Sylvia is obviously already...

No, there is another possibility!It's not that I haven't seen it before. On the plane to Sardinia, there are indeed doubles that activate after the main body dies.

He immediately became vigilant. He didn't remember how much crisis the notorious BIG had caused them at that time. The little godfather immediately shouted the names of Mista and Fugo, and was always ready to respond to the resurrection attack.

But the white double had no intention of attacking at all.

Those golden pupils shed human-like tears, one drop, two drops, three drops, just fitting in the position of the three teardrops on the cheeks, emitting a dazzling light all over the body, it put its hands together in prayer movements, looked up Looking upwards, the six-winged white wings that had never been seen before stretched out from behind.

The golden star headdress around the back of the head also shone together, shooting out arcs of light like shooting stars, as if they fell somewhere out of thin air, and the three of them had to move their bodies back and forth to dodge.

Some landed directly beside them, and some flew out of the window.

Then they saw a few translucent figures, and those "ghosts" seemed surprised that they were suddenly noticed, but all eyes were once again attracted by the stand-in who was still activating his ability.

Whenever a ray of light was emitted and landed somewhere, its own radiance became dimmer. For a moment, they seemed to have come to the entrance of heaven and saw the appearance of an angel with their own eyes.

If a person has seen such a scene in his life, he will never forget it in his life.

Until the last ray of starlight flew out of the window, Resurrection itself became gray, and it slowly closed its eyes, golden eyelashes covering its eyes of praying to heaven.

It lay on the dead Sylvia, resting its head on the hollow of her shoulder, and fell asleep with its master forever.

For a moment, everyone didn't know which thing they should be surprised about first. They watched the white double gradually dissipate before they turned their attention to each other.

"... Bugarati, Apache, Naranja, are they really you?"

The pistol/gun that Mista had raised to face the resurrection slowly fell because he lost the target. He looked at the few people who suddenly appeared in the room in disbelief. Their bodies gradually became no longer transparent, but they were like ordinary People are no different.

"……it's me."

Even Bugarati had difficulty maintaining his usual calm, everything seemed so dreamy, and they were ready to leave—it was enough to be able to come back and take a look at their former companions.

"So, what the hell is going on here?"

Apaki looked back and forth to check his arms. It was really impossible to see through his body what should have been blocked like when he just appeared here before. He felt the fresh air and the incoming through the curtains very clearly. sunshine.

Fuge stared blankly at the boy with the orange hairband. He didn't hold back his expression and choked up a bit. Instead, Naranja smiled embarrassedly, but scratched his head because he didn't know what to say. .

Giorno walked quickly to the window and looked outside. He walked into the flowers on the balcony. On the grass outside stood the former enemies, Risut, Prosciut, Bessie, Gaciu, Meloni , Holmaggio, Illuso, and even two men he had never seen before, as well as members of the pro-guards he had seen in Venice...

He couldn't help putting his hands on the railing of the balcony, unable to hide the surprise in his eyes, he opened his eyes slightly, and then turned his head abruptly.

Bugarati, Apaki, and Naranja were actually standing there, and Mista couldn't help hugging them. The black-haired man in a white suit patted the shooter on the back and smiled helplessly.

His partner is really back, he is not dreaming.

"Is this... the real ability of 'Resurrection'...?"

He said to himself, a golden figure flashed beside him, the Golden Experience Requiem is really as it promised, this secret only belongs to the agreement between it and the resurrection.

— Two months later Naples —

"So I just want to eat strawberry cake!"

Mista said reluctantly, asking him to take one out of four yuan, isn't this forcing him?

"So why are Giorno and Bugarati not here? Even if neither of them come back, we can ask for 5 yuan!"

"...Okay, no one won't let you eat."

Apaki twitched the corners of his mouth. In order not to listen to Mista's endless ink, he chose to put on the earphones.

Even though he has become a "enthusiastic" cadre, Bugarati's habit of patrolling the town of Naples has not changed at all. He has just finished a lap and returned to the restaurant where it all started for a short rest.

In fact, there is no need for him to do such things anymore, but he just can’t help it. Since he came here at the age of 12, he has regarded Naples as his home. If there are any troubles, everyone still likes to ask him to help.

Some old ladies asked why he wasn't here a few days ago, and the black-haired man just curled his lips and passed by.

He will never forget the experience of those 9 days.

It seems that there are people waiting today. Fugo explained to Bugarati that the middle-aged man has been waiting here for a long time, "I have something very important to ask Mr. Bugarati."

Just like before, the black-haired man sat on a chair casually, not shying away from his companions being able to hear the content.

"...It's about my daughter. She has been missing for a long time, but the police didn't care about it. They only said that she left by herself."

The man wore half-moon-shaped glasses. From the cuffs of the suit, it could be seen that he was left-handed. He often wrote at his desk, and the fabric on his arms was more severely worn.

"Oh? It seems that you want me to help you find your missing daughter, let me tell you."

Bugarati straightened his body, and his expression became serious. Most of the disappearances of women are caused by their husbands or boyfriends. Maybe there is some murder/murder hidden behind it. He absolutely does not allow such things to happen in this town.

"Yes, Mr. Bucciarati. I know my daughter. She will never leave a letter saying that she wants to leave Italy to see the world and never return."

The man raised his glasses and wiped his tears, held back his sobs and continued, taking out an envelope from his briefcase.

"It must be that man, ever since she had a boyfriend... I said he's not a good guy, he's so much older than her, doesn't look like he has a decent job, and even his name is 'Devil'. You see, I received this letter two months ago. Although it is indeed her note, I just feel that something is wrong. I have been unable to contact her now. Maybe she was taken away by that man. Please help help me……"

And Bugarati's pupils dilated slightly when he saw the wax on the letter, and with every word the middle-aged man said, his breathing became more rapid and heavy.

It was impossible for him not to recognize it. Two months ago, he saw this envelope with his own eyes on a desk. At that time, there was still not a word on the letter paper inside.

Fugo, who had already quarreled with Naranja back home, shut his mouth, Apache took off his earphones, and Mista stopped yelling about four cakes.

"Demon" is the pronunciation of "Diablo" in Italian.

And the father's daughter will never go back. They have witnessed her death, and her substitute ability revived them.

Giorno's figure appeared at the door of the box. No one knew how much he heard. The godfather's face was ugly, but he didn't say anything, just stood there silently.

Bugarati's Adam's apple slid up and down, and a drop of sweat slipped from his forehead. He breathed hard, but he could only deceive this poor father along with the last love of a daughter. This is Sylvia's last wish. He couldn't just tell the truth directly.

"...I know the situation, I will find a way, I will definitely find a way to help you find your daughter..."

But how should a promise that can never be kept be fulfilled?

But just like he promised the old lady that he would find a way to stop the drug dealers in this town-even if he finally defeated the boss at the cost of sacrifice.

No matter what method there is, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will find a way to bring her back.

Part1 Naples (End)