I saved the world after jumping backwards

"Sariel, even though it's the boss' order, I still can't fully trust you."

After Buccarati's deliberation, he came up with such an answer.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have doubts about the Boss' orders, at least not until his and Giorno's purpose is revealed, but he has to figure out whether this so-called respondent is the Boss' eyeliner.

He must be accountable to his squad members.

Liao Xuebu stared at the man with black curly hair indifferently, even though he was just staring at him normally, it made the latter feel a little uncomfortable.

"I know, so just let you trust me."

The silver-haired boy looked away, picked up a silver spoon from the bar, "Look at it."

Under the eyes of everyone, the silver spoon fluttered between the teenager's fingers wrapped in black leather gloves. Although he was wearing gloves, the movements between his fingers were still dexterous. Suddenly, the movement stopped, and the object in his hand was no longer A spoon turned into a screwdriver instead. He repeated the action, and when he turned it again, the screwdriver turned into a small tuning fork.

The metal changed several times in his hand, and he took the time to speak: "This is the ability of "The Miracle". "

With a sound of "ding", he tapped the tuning fork with his fingers, and with the ethereal vibration, a tall and silent dark figure gradually appeared behind his slender body.

Others understood that he was showing off his "stand-in".

The pitch-black figure is much taller than the boy, exuding a strong dark blue aura, like a knight quietly guarding him behind him.

But if you look closely, the human form is not pure black, there is a hint of fluorescent blue light in his skin, shining like the scale powder of a black swallowtail butterfly.

"Miracle" gives people the impression of a metal object. The joints seem to be connected by mechanical mechanisms, but the eyes are like compound eyes of insects. This expressionless stand-in seems to be staring at everyone, but his hands are gradually covered in snow. step body.

This is a posture that seems to be imprisoned by a monster, but anyone with a discerning eye can see who is dominating whom. The stand-in's hands only dared to hug this beautiful young man vainly, as if he was afraid that his dark hands would stain the young man. The clothes are average.

This scene is strange and grotesque, and it also reveals a trace of weird beauty.

"You have also seen the ability of "miracle" just now, decomposing and reorganizing all objects within the range of my substitute. "

He lowered his eyes lightly, raised his hands to shake hands with his substitute, and the strange touch of life energy was conveyed, "Decomposition couldn't be easier, but reorganization requires me to understand the structure."

Letting go of his hand, he tapped his forehead with his finger: "It has to be calculated and analyzed in the mind before it can be disassembled and reorganized, so don't look easy, in fact, I have been working here all the time."

Having said that, Fugo asked: "What happens if you don't understand the structure?"

Xue Bu paused, and replied: "I don't know either, if you let it go, maybe the power of the substitute might go berserk."

Bugarati had fought with Giorno before, and he knew the nature of the stand-in ability. After being silent for a while, he measured the credibility of the other party's words, but at the end he added a sentence threateningly: "You Better not lie."

Stared at by such a pair of calm blue eyes, Xuebu had already investigated the other party in advance, knowing that he was so serious, but the wicked taste in his heart couldn't help but produce a teasing thought, his eyebrows and eyes slightly Wan: "What if I "lie"?what will you do to meTorture?Mr. Bucciarati? "

After the two words of Mr. rolled over the tip of his tongue, there was a lingering charm. What he said was clearly what the gangsters often do, but when he said it like a joke, it was just Even the word torture seems to have changed its flavor.

The slightly raised corners of the young man's mouth blurred the sense of isolation and alienation from himself, he just smiled, maybe even he didn't realize what he looked like in the eyes of others at this moment.

Such a cold and beautiful young man exuded his charm like a bloom, Buccarati looked away a little uncomfortably, "I naturally have a way to verify whether you are lying."

"Use the smell of sweat? I've heard Giorno say that." Speaking of the part he was interested in, the young man seemed to start talking, "I actually want to know how you can judge whether the other party is lying based on the smell." Yes, there is simply no scientific basis, if there is a chance, I really want to see it."

Giorno couldn't help but blacken his face, his cold eyes fell on Xuebu.

Does this person even know what he's talking about?

Not only Giorno thought so, but others were also shocked by his bold words. After all, what he said was as if he wanted to invite Bucciarati to taste his own sweat. Come to my room, it's too frivolous and too bad anyway.

Mista's mouth was already wide open in surprise, and just about to sigh something, Xuebu chuckled and resumed the previous indifferent look as if he didn't pay attention to everyone, "Just kidding, at least this time I won't I will "lie". After all, this is the last task I am organizing, and I will do my best to complete it. "

This conversation was completely dominated by the other party without noticing it. Although Bugarati couldn't tell whether he was lying or not, he still chose to believe what he said.

First of all, she had to prepare what she wanted for Trish. This task was handed over to Naranja by Fugo. The latter took the car key and mumbled Fugo's instructions with some difficulty before going out.

Sariel and Giorno went outside to talk about the old days, while Trish stayed in the room all the time. Everyone regarded her as a mission and could not mention any information about the mission to her. Naturally, the two parties could not trust each other.

There are more uncertain factors in this team. Giorno, Boss's daughter Trixie, and the boy who claims to be Sariel, the situation has developed in a direction that Bucciarati couldn't predict. A premonition that something terrible will happen in this mission.

They only drank a little of the drink that Xuebu made for Bujarati. After all, it was a task, and it was not an occasion where they could relax and drink with their stomachs open.

"But his bartending skills are really good." Mista sighed, still relishing the sip of the low-alcohol cocktail in his mouth, "And, he is really spicy."

Hearing his words, Apache's champagne-colored eyes were full of ridicule, and he said unceremoniously: "It's just a brat, you haven't seen a woman for a long time, after this task is completed and stabilized, what do you want to do?" Just play as you like."

Mista didn't mean to be angry at all, instead he pretended to be relaxed and smiled, "Although there may be such an element, but I feel that just looking at that face is enough to make people's heart beat faster. "

Bugarati put his hands on his chest and interrupted the conversation between the two: "Mista, don't attack the members of the team." Although it was only temporary.

"Of course, I haven't forgotten, he's Giorno's." He smiled slyly, "Although I'm an asshole, I'm not ready to take action on my friends, and when it's time to work I You will also work hard, so you can rest assured about this, Bugarati."

Fortunately, Naranja was paid in advance, otherwise he would have to quarrel with Mista again. Fuge had a headache, so he brought the conversation back to the topic: "Bugarati, what about Trish, she Staying in the room and refusing to come out, so we can't confirm her safety at any time."

Buccarati thought for a moment, "That's right, it's best to have someone by her side."

"I have a solution for this, just leave it to Best." Liao Xuebu, who walked into the room, just heard Bugarati's words, and joined the conversation.

"Is it your artificial intelligence robot?" Bugarati frowned slightly. In his cognition, artificial intelligence is still only at the stage of mobile phones and computers. Although he has seen the robot that can talk to normal people, Still can't quite believe it wasn't a pre-programmed response.

"Artificial intelligence?" Apache sneered, as if he heard something funny, "Is that spliced ​​rag?"

Xuebu had long been used to this man's cynicism, but when it came to Best, he still couldn't control his emotions, and the atmosphere around him visibly condensed.

However, he did not show that he was already angry, his eyes were slightly bent but there was no smile, he just pretended to be indifferent and gentle, "I also think Mr. Apache is right, but there are flaws Inevitably, after all, even if I am, there is no way to increase the technological level of this era by 200 years."

He looked at the man and showed a smirk, "But I still hope you don't say that, otherwise she will be sad."

Apaki was disgusted by the way he used the feminine "she" to refer to the machine, and before he had time to say something, he spoke to the convenience again.

"Since Mr. Apache, if you are so hopeless about the little rags in your mouth, let's make a bet."

It's been a while since Apache joined □□, so naturally it's impossible to be excited by his simple rhetoric.

So Xuebu added the bargaining chip, he was very good at taking advantage of his own advantages, and approached him step by step, until the man's brows became more and more deeply frowned, and the muscles all over his body tensed up.

He leaned close to Apache's ear and said softly, "If you win, you can do whatever you want me to do."

The distance between the two was so close that Apache could even see the boy's slender eyelashes clearly, and even the gentle low sigh was like the whisper of a devil. Covered by his long straight hair, his taut legs suddenly overlapped awkwardly.

Hold!He cursed secretly.

Giorno's body also froze for a moment, interrupting other people's fantasy, "Is it okay to let you leave this team?"

Xuebu smiled and replied: "Of course, even if I get out of this team immediately, I will have no complaints."

"But now I think you should know why I want to show off my stand-in ability?" He looked at everyone, including Apache who showed a surprised expression, "After all, I will definitely become the enemy's primary attack in the state of melee. Goal, so if Mr. Apache loses—"

"Then I'll ask you to be my bodyguard 24 hours a day, and then take care of me. After all, Brain Pai is very delicate."

Like a little devil, the corners of his lips curled into a playful arc.

Mista whispered to Fugo's ear, and sighed excitedly: "Look, I'll just say it!"

Fugo naturally understood what Mista meant, because the strange emotion aroused in his chest also told himself so.

Indeed, it's really spicy.

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Apache's voice actor is also Susho, Giorno's voice actor is also Xianzhang, Akutagawa and Oda Saku are his love rivals [no

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