The villain's love literacy

Leaving aside becoming a vampire, how could anyone dare to act presumptuously in front of him after having the ability to stand in?

That is to say, Sylvia didn't know who he was, so she was lukewarm towards him.

He even let her recuperate in his own room, and as for the other women who used to be, they were just thrown away when they were used up.

Just as no one remembers how many slices of bread he has eaten, he does not remember how many he had and what they looked like.

But only Sylvia, even if she only stayed by his side for a very short period of time, her appearance has been etched in his mind forever.

When he found Noriaki Kakyoin, he accidentally found her. At that moment, he admitted that he was more excited than the fact that "Kakyoin might really kill Jotaro Kujo".

Because he finally had the chance to get her completely.

Just like now, even if the process cannot be studied deeply, the result is that she is sleeping beside him.

The blond man looked down at the woman who ran to his chest. She was sleeping sweetly, obviously feeling comfortable after holding him to cool down, and the abnormal flush on her face gradually faded.

The sharp black nails brushed away the black hair scattered around the cheeks, revealing the entire sleeping face.

But when he saw Sylvia's current appearance, he felt a little cute again, and the other things that made him angry were not so important.

So he condoned some of her outrageous behavior.

However, what DIO didn't expect was that this sleep would be a long sleep.

She was obviously still breathing well, and there was nothing abnormal about her, but she couldn't wake up no matter how much she screamed, as if she had fallen into a deep coma.

The doctor couldn't find anything wrong, and finally DIO had to think that it was a problem with the ability of the stand-in.

After all the subordinates looked at it in turn, Danny J. Darby saw a little clue - his substitute ability was to collect soul chips through betting, but now the sleeping woman was just an empty shell.

Her soul is gone.

But he couldn't tell where the soul flew to.

Unexpectedly, DIO didn't panic after hearing this reason. He waved his hand, and the rare look of bewilderment disappeared from his face, returning to his usual inscrutable appearance.

"I know what's going on, she will come back, you can leave first."

Sylvia seemed to have had a dream.

At first she thought she was dreaming—when she was an ordinary human being in her first life, sometimes she could realize that she was in a dream, after all, the content in the scene was too surreal.

However, after experiencing a series of stand-in messengers, ghosts, pillar people and aliens, she couldn't judge.

Standing in a dark alley, I can only roughly judge that it is a European-style building.

The air was foggy, but it wasn't fog from nature, but an unhealthy gray color with a pungent smell, and the air was cool and humid.

Is there such a clear sense of touch and smell in dreams?

Subconsciously, she wanted to leave here quickly, so she walked out of the alley. The street outside was also of the same style, with a narrow stone-brick road, and not far away was a carriage that just passed by.

--carriage?What year is this again?

Sylvia stepped forward hesitantly. Everyone here was wearing long trench coats and short-brimmed hats, with their collars turned up to block their cheeks and hurried past.

And she was still wearing the pure white water suit that DIO might have put on her, which was out of place in the gray street where almost everything was, conspicuously terrifying.

But then she realized something was wrong.

According to common sense - she estimated that this should be at least before 1988. When people's ideas were even more conservative, it was not unusual for her to stand on the street in a nightgown, but all the passers-by did not look at it. She glanced.

It was as if she didn't exist at all.

Sylvia watched curiously as two women wearing skirts passed by her. They were both wearing long skirts, but they were neither gorgeous nor clean. It could be seen that the pink skirts had turned grayish pink now. It looked a little dirty, and the front was tied with a yellowish cloth like an apron.

They speak English.

Then this should be England, or some of its colonies, but such a heavy fog made her have to consider the possibility that this is London.

Another man who was alone passed by, and she hurried up to ask in English.

"Excuse me, sir, do you know..."

Her voice gradually weakened, she was a little at a loss, and she didn't even finish the content.

The man ignored him at all, Sylvia's outstretched hand was still in the air, and she sent the man away with dull eyes.

Just at this moment of being in a daze - she walked from the wall to the middle of the road in order to start a conversation, and then Sylvia watched as she was "penetrated", and another passer-by came out of her body like this. passed through.

It was as if she were a ghost without a body.

Sylvia didn't care about being polite this time, and directly put her hand on the other lady's shoulder to stop her, but her fingertips didn't feel like touching anything at all, this time her arm directly "entered "Into the opponent's body.

She was so frightened that she quickly took it back, only to find that she and the other party were both intact.

It seemed that she didn't "really exist here", but if it was normal, she would have woken up a long time ago, but there is no sign of waking up yet.

Are you really dreaming?

Then she tried a few more times, but she was unable to touch other people, and even passed through other people's bodies, and she didn't feel anything.

Reluctantly, Sylvia lowered her head and was horrified to find that her feet hadn't landed on the ground—she had been floating in mid-air all along, but the distance between the soles of her feet and the ground was not that big, and she could see when she was standing normally. The height is almost the same, so I didn't find it the first time.

As soon as she got excited, half of her body "floated" into the building behind her. Now that she knew that she could also pass through the wall, Silvia decided to go in and see where it was.

The walls were a bit thick, and after a while of darkness passed, she came to a small dark room.

The three walls are all locked rectangular boxes, and the last wall has a huge round handle in the middle of the last wall-she has only seen this kind of thing in movies, probably in the basement of some bank, and the drawers are stored in Some confidential documents or valuables.

So why would I appear here?

Could it be that he fell ill and died in DIO's basement?

But this time she doesn't remember that the resurrection has activated the ability?

Speaking of this, Sylvia's cold sweat suddenly stayed.

She couldn't feel the existence of the substitute anymore, and she called the resurrected name over and over again, trying to call out the white figure, but there was no response.

This kind of situation has never happened before, whether it is the first life or time travel, human beings or special species, resurrection will always be by my side.

But now it's gone.

As long as the resurrection is still there, there is no way to defeat her when she travels through unfamiliar environments again and again, but now she is really starting to panic.

If this is really a dream, she wants to wake up immediately.

Before she had time to think more, a force majeure suddenly pulled her, as if a hook at the neckline was pulling her forward, pulling her directly out of the vault.

After going through several walls, she stood in the lobby of the bank.

Even when she "flyed" out of the underground passage leading to the vault, none of the staff or customers looked at her at all, and everyone was busy with their own affairs, leaving her alone in the lobby I was in a daze at a loss.

Then her body moved again, and she floated outside again, away from the bank and onto the street.

It didn't take long for Sylvia to realize the reason. She seemed to have to follow a person. As long as that person moved, she would be forced to move with him, and the range of her movement was limited to a circle around him. .

It was a blond boy, wearing a somewhat old blue suit, with his back facing him without a face, and he couldn't see him.