The villain's love literacy

... what door?

Sylvia turned her head in confusion, and what caught her eyes should be Kishibe Rohan's manga manuscript, black and white intertwined on the paper, but the speed was too fast, and she was accepted by the green-haired youth after only staying in front of her eyes for a second go back.

Immediately afterwards, something she couldn't understand happened—her exposed skin, such as her face and fingers on the back of her hands, was "turned over" like the paper of a book, densely filled with small characters.

She glanced over, and saw all the information on the body itself, from birth to the present, and even some things that she couldn't remember now, were clearly written on it.

Sylvia froze.

Fusheng immediately wanted to float out, but she ordered her not to act rashly one second before the action.

"This person is a stand-in messenger."

Once this idea pops up, it can never be erased. Sylvia's thoughts seem to go astray along this line all the way down. In this case, should I expose myself?

If he is really a stand-in messenger, then the resurrected figure will definitely be noticed, and it's hard to say what will happen then.

Besides, Kishibe Rohan should indeed be a manga artist, and the paper that flashed before his eyes just now was his original drawing, so he couldn't even tell whether it was printed or drawn.

Except that I had seen Giorno Giobana's double in the first life, and heard him roughly explain the general ability and origin of the double, this was the first time I had seen a real one of the same kind.

Unexpectedly, there is actually a stand-in messenger in the small Duwang town!She thought it was an extremely rare ability. In the second and third lives, she had never seen a person who could see a substitute, which also made Fusheng a habit of appearing at any time.

But maybe Kishibe Rohan wasn't malicious?

He should not be that kind of perverted murderer. In order to be able to write the true feeling, he must experience it for himself... But he has no relatives, and he has never told anyone that he wants to come here. There may not be any surveillance cameras on the road, or even I'm not even sure if anyone has noticed that I've come here. A young man like him lives alone in a three-story villa...

However, the more she thought about it, Sylvia felt flustered. She was too busy trying to comfort herself, maybe she was thinking too much.

Pages of paper turned over like they were being blown by the wind, but now she was in no mood to look at what was written on it out of the corner of her eye—the Japanese words seemed to be broken down into pieces that she didn't understand. Familiar symbols, very uncommon.

"You, what are you doing, Mr. Kishibe, what happened?"

Seeing that Sylvia's voice was full of confusion, Kishibe Rohan didn't take it seriously, he just regarded it as an ordinary person like others. With a small amount of memory, they can completely forget this paragraph, so no matter what happens now, she will not remember anything later, so the current explanation is useless, so Kishibe Rohan directly ignored the problem.

"Uh-huh."

Unexpectedly, the manga artist began to read Yayoi Asagiri's materials like reading a book, nodding from time to time and saying "that's how it is" in affirmation.

Seeing that the green-haired youth did not respond, Sylvia could only freeze in place. He had no intention of attacking, so should she fight back?

Even reading the life stories of strangers is not very polite, is it?But Kishibe Rohan's stand-in didn't show his figure, and she didn't know whether the resurrection with such weak strength could beat it.

Before Sylvia made her final choice, the young man let out a disappointed sigh, and he stood up and shook his head angrily.

"What, I'm just an ordinary resident. My parents passed away when I was a child. Apart from living an independent and strong life, I don't have anything special to draw. I graduated from university in S City. After I came back, I taught at Grape Hill High School for a few years... No way. Ah no, there is nothing special about this that can be drawn for readers."

"But it's enough to be an assistant."

In the end, when he changed his style of painting, he pulled up Sylvia who had slipped to the ground. Kishibe Rohan's right hand moved for some reason, and he held a pen in his hand. On one of the pages opened, write "Forget everything since you walked in the door, and introduce yourself and say hello."

"Hello, I'm Yayoi Asagiri. I saw your advertisement in the newspaper and came to apply for the job."

The dark-haired woman smiled politely and nodded to the green-haired youth.

"Hello Hello."

Kishibe Rohan extended his hand first in a friendly manner, and said cheerfully.

"I'm manga artist Rohan Kishibe, very welcome, please follow me in and talk about it in detail?"

Through the corridor and hall, Sylvia followed the cartoonist to the open-air corridor at the back, where tables and chairs were placed, and she could directly see the scenery of the garden behind.

It was afternoon, at this time the angle of the sunlight was vertical, and it happened to shine on the legs of the table, and the people sitting on the chair were shrouded in shadows, which could be seen to be carefully arranged deliberately.

"I'll go to the kitchen to pour some black tea, please feel free."

After bringing people to the place and inviting Asagiri Yayoi to sit down, Kishibe Rohan went back to the things he had prepared for her.

After he temporarily closed the door leading to the corridor outside and disappeared, Resurrection couldn't hold back anymore, and a head popped out quietly on Sylvia's shoulder.

"Sissy! Do you know that you just—"

"I know."

Sylvia calmly interrupted Resurrection, lowering her head as if she was thinking.

"I saw what he did. Did he write commands like 'forget' on the page formed by my face? The strange thing is that I really couldn't control my behavior for a while, so I could only stand Get up and do what he says - get back on your feet, adjust to the expression you should have when you first met, and introduce yourself."

"...you haven't forgotten?"

Fusheng paused strangely, and his voice hesitated.

"I think I would normally forget it—seeing how proficient he is doing it, it must not be a day or two. And people who have been treated like this before must have completely forgotten that memory in the end, so he That’s why we do this kind of behavior without any psychological burden.”

She raised her head, her expression was serious, and her eyes were fixed on the door. Once there were any footsteps behind it, she would stop her low voice.

"But something special happened, and I couldn't forget what I should have forgotten."

"Maybe it has something to do with time travel, you're not a native here,"

Fu Sheng nodded, recalling the details just now bit by bit.

"Those pages show information about 'Yayoi Asagiri', not 'you', and there is no description about the double, so according to the law—as you said, he can only control you body, but there is no way to make any changes to your soul."

Sylvia was silent for a while, and now she was gradually getting scared.

For ordinary people, this may not be considered a particularly dangerous ability. Kishibe Rohan doesn't seem to have any other thoughts, but just wants to find more materials and inspiration for his manga.But if he can see... all the memories of previous lives, then there is a big problem in the real sense.

She didn't know exactly what rules restricted Kishibe Rohan, but it was clear that there was an inexplicable and irresistible force that had been restricting him, including the current self.

Does this belong to the self-correction of time?After all, she does not belong here. To some extent, she is a person who has returned to the past from the future. Even if Naples in Italy in 2001 and Morioh Town in Japan in 1999 do not seem to have any connection, that kind of rule does not allow any human beings to glimpse the future. corner.

...Maybe things are not as simple as they seem, and there must be a reason.

Maybe there will be others of the same kind in this small town, "Stand-in messengers will attract each other", the young godfather said, and he used this to explain her encounter with Diablo.At that time, she just thought that it was what Giorno Giobana said to comfort her. Now it seems that it may be true, but she saw the advertisement and finally came here to apply for the job.

Maybe as time goes by, she will find more substitute emissaries in Duwang Town—some of them may have a certain positive connection with Giorno Giobana.

Other than that, she couldn't think of any other possibility.

After Kishibe Rohan came back, the conversation became easier, and it was nothing more than about what this "assistant" should do.

It's usually to buy some items, or to help him out - except for any aspect of drawing, "I can draw the weekly task alone in four days", the cartoonist said.

Sylvia readily agreed, Kishibe Rohan's salary is very generous, and it sounds like the work won't be very cumbersome, as long as he won't starve to death at home. As for the "Gate of Heaven", he is watching After her uninteresting life, she shouldn't be interested anymore.

She also had to take over this job, in order to identify the substitute messengers in the town as soon as possible, no matter what method was used, they would eventually meet in some way.

She helped sort out some materials that day. Kishibe Rohan is really a serious manga artist. No wonder he was able to serialize popular manga at such a young age. Just his own handwritten material notes and inspiration are on the bookshelf Arranged in a row.

In order not to let the lady go home after dark, the rest of the matter will be discussed until the next time, but Sylvia left just in time to get off work.

She looked at the long line in front of the tram station in distress, and finally decided to find a random place to miss the rush hour. Just when she set her sights on a light cafe across the road, a car stopped beside her. forward.

Sylvia didn't pay attention to it at first, and planned to go around and go elsewhere, but then the window on the right front rolled down.

The driver's blue eyes met her brown eyes, and Sylvia immediately pulled out the relevant information of this person from her memory.

"Giri?"

The blond man nodded, and tilted his head towards the empty co-pilot next to him.

"Are you going home? I'll take you back first."

Then he glanced at the sign in the distance, and added another sentence when Sylvia hesitated.

"Come up first, no parking is allowed here."