The villain's love literacy

"Hey, hey! Wake up, you stinky brat, you are not allowed to sleep here!"

Someone shook her shoulders violently, her whole body was about to be shattered, and her head hurt everywhere. Sylvia suddenly opened her eyes, and a man dressed as a guard was poking her with a knife handle in disgust. .

"Go quickly!"

Seeing that she was awake, the man put the knife back into his arms, buried his hands in his sleeves, looked disgusted, his eyes seemed to be looking at something dirty, he turned around muttering.

"Why are there so many homeless children now..."

She stood up unsteadily, only to realize that this place seemed to be an alley behind a rich man's mansion, and she accidentally fell asleep leaning against it.Wrapping her body tightly in the worn cloth, she bent her back and leaned on the wall, step by step, walking in the opposite direction of the person who drove her away.

The man seemed to want to yell at her for taking her hand off the wall, but maybe it was because she looked so pitiful, and finally looked back twice before leaving cursing.

Unfamiliar streets, scenery that I have never seen with my own eyes, it seems that even the body has shrunk.

The people I met on the road looked at her with strange eyes, but they looked away after just a glance. They were all wearing clothes that they had only seen on TV. The crossed fronts were in the bedtime stories of their mother when they were young. appeared.

Sylvia looked down at her body, her hands shrunk and she looked more immature, and the hair hanging down her shoulders was black—this was not her body at all.

The original patterns of the clothes should be cumbersome and beautiful, but now they have been worn down to the point of being torn, and the dust has covered up the bright colors. If you don't look carefully, you can't see the previous style at all.

She walked far along the street, until she stopped at a hidden corner in a dark alley, and when she noticed that no one was staring at her anymore, she whispered cautiously.

"Resurrection, resurrection, are you still there?"

A white figure floated out, and it shrunk down to the height of a child again, circling around the master sadly.A substitute is a manifestation of spiritual ability, as long as the soul is still the same person, it will not disappear normally.

"It's great...it's good that you didn't abandon me."

She looked around, and several homeless people who were also in the shadows only glanced up when Sylvia just walked in, and then lowered their heads again, as if they didn't notice this person in the dark place at all. The almost white glowing stand-in in the alley.

It seems that the resurrection is still invisible to others here.

"Where is this? What's wrong with me, shouldn't I be dead?" Sylvia couldn't understand what happened at all, and Sylvia leaned against the wall and slipped slowly, wrapping her shoulders around her sit on the floor.

The passers-by I met just now didn't speak Italian at all, but she could understand them all. Could it be... the memory of this body?

However, Fusheng could only shake his head in embarrassment. It didn't know where Gold's ability to experience the Requiem would send them, but as long as Sissy was still alive, he could go back one day.

"I think this should be Japan."

"Japan……?"

Sylvia blinked blankly. There were indeed some symbols written on the curtains of the shops on the street she just passed, but she could only judge that they were words from the East, but even if it was really what Resurrection said Well, there shouldn't be such a... pristine place in Japan, right?

Nothing modern can be seen, there is no electric light, no means of transportation, and most people wear clothes cut from solid-colored fabrics. People look very simple.

Could it be that the soul traveled to other places?

Before it could really come to a conclusion, Fusheng suddenly jumped a little higher, showing a rare look of anxiety and panic. It lightly touched the back of Sylvia's current body, causing people to gently There was a "hiss".

"Sissy, don't move around, it's hurt here!"

Ontology was able to share vision with the stand-in, and soon she realized the seriousness of the matter.

The back of the head seemed to have been seriously injured, and it was swollen up a lot. The blood and hair were tangled together, and it looked very scary.

No wonder those people on the road looked at her with strange eyes. This kind of injury can almost kill a person directly.

Perhaps it is the soul that is slowly becoming more closely integrated with the body. Sylvia gradually felt the pain from the wound, and subconsciously told her that she should immediately find a way to treat such a wound. Ok for the day.

But now she has no idea where she is, and nowhere to go.

She didn't know anything about this body before it arrived—it was very likely that the original owner had died due to serious injuries, and she entered her body by chance.

It's a pity that I don't know if she still has family members or if anyone is still looking for her.

What is more urgent is how to survive.

No identity, no money, it is almost impossible to move forward in any country at any time, and she is still illiterate, barely able to speak the local language here - Sylvia feels regretful, if she can learn more about the culture of her mother's country Enough.

She also doesn't have any special skills. Her major in university is kindergarten teacher, so she has no use here at all. Besides, she is still seriously injured, and her headaches are getting worse. Whether she can survive until the next day is a problem.

She could only sit there and wait. If no family members came to her, she would die.

When the first night passed, Fusheng was still able to hold her, but later because of his poor mental state, Fusheng also became weak, without food and water, and he didn't even know where his next meal would come from.

"Sissy, you know..."

When she was curled up and hugging her body in a drowsy state, Fusheng suddenly appeared and said to Sylvia hesitantly.

"Others can't see me, I can... get some things back for you."

On the corner of the alley exit is a grocery store, run by an elderly grandmother who also sells some food. She stared at the shelf visible at the door, and the food on it made her stomach growl again.

But she finally shook her head firmly.

"No, it's not okay. I can't make you do something like this, resurrection... thank you, but it shouldn't be."

She was talking almost incoherently, and the white stand-in could only sigh sadly seeing how weakened she was.

Is it doing something wrong?

If this is the ending, it's better to die directly because of touching the rolling stone, at least you don't have to suffer such a crime, maybe it shouldn't beg for gold to experience the requiem in the first place.Between life and death, she may appear at any time and any place.

She has been sleeping on the icy ground for two nights. Today's weather is not good, the air is obviously cooler. If the temperature drops sharply, she may even die from the cold, as there is no heat in her body.

The swollen blood clot at the back of her head throbbed with pain, as if the blood vessels in her brain were about to explode. In order not to feel so uncomfortable, she could only choose to sleep as much as possible.

When I woke up again, there was a white, fat, fluffy and soft cake in front of me, and a bowl of water.

Sylvia raised her head abruptly. She knew it was sold by the grey-haired grandma in the grocery store. She had seen many people buy it in the past few days.

If she can survive, she will definitely find a chance to repay her kindness.

She has never suffered since she was a child, and she was loved by her father, even the gangster boss Diablo that Giorno Giobana said did not make her feel wronged.

Bitter tears fell into the rough porcelain bowl with a few mouths missing. When Fu Sheng saw it, he could only gently close his eyes and stroke her thin back over and over again.

If it goes on like this, it must find a way to let Sissy live first, even if she doesn't agree, it must let her live first.

Temporarily filling her stomach, Sylvia sat on the ground and stared blankly at the passers-by in the alley. The sky had just begun to darken.

There are also a few homeless people like her in this alley, but everyone does not disturb each other. Some people leave here and never come back. She feels that it is almost time.

But today, something broke the tranquility here.

Someone turned into this road, and the noise was so loud that everyone looked over, but then they all lowered their heads again.

A few gangster-like people were surrounding a gorgeously dressed woman. Even if Sylvia still had a lot of words she couldn't understand, she could tell from her look and tone that they were not good words.

It turns out that this kind of thing will happen in any time and place.

Those men obviously looked like they were drinking too much, they were trembling almost to the point of falling when they walked, their voices were frivolous, their tongues were curled up and they couldn't straighten them out, they surrounded their prey and forced them here, the aristocratic woman wanted to Not being touched has been backing away.

Almost all have retreated to Sylvia's side.

She originally looked cold and didn't say a word, but when she saw that she was about to meet Sylvia, she turned her head impatiently and glanced at the dirty figure sitting on the ground, and then spoke without emotion.

"I am so sorry."

But this angered the group of punks instead.

"Hey, are you provocative, don't you agree with us?"

The man in the front smiled frivolously, and was about to touch the woman with his hand, but she quickly avoided it, with a hint of disgust on her calm face.

No one noticed that the eyes of the noble woman had unconsciously turned rose red, the erect pupils widened slightly, and the veins on her forehead and neck gradually stretched.

If this homeless waif hadn't gotten too close, she would have wiped out these disgusting scum the moment she entered the alley.

And now she is even considering whether to wipe out the people in this alley together with these hooligans.

But before she could figure out how to sit, there was a shouting with all her strength beside her.

"Hey! You are not allowed to touch her."

Those rose red eyes stared in amazement at the dirty figure rushing in front of her, blocking between her and the gangster.

As a modern woman, Sylvia would hate this kind of thing to happen. Even though she may not be able to protect this lonely sister at all, she does not allow herself to be an indifferent bystander.