[Zhongzhu jojo] Hanako's Bizarre Adventure

I am very grateful to Mr. Nakahara for sending me to the hotel. After all, we are not familiar with each other, but he still sent me to the hotel where I stayed in the spirit of being helpful and elegant. It is very gentlemanly behavior.

Jotaro, you can learn from others. Although he is so petite, he has a tall spirit and a noble gentleman's sentiment.

...Ah, although I am used to seeing Jotaro and his group of friends with an average height of 1.8 meters - Kakyoin is the one who lowers the average - everyone thinks they are petite and cute.

But I can't let Mr. Nakahara know that I think so, otherwise he will probably be angry.

I checked my luggage in the hotel room. I only stayed in the hotel in Milan for one night, and I will go straight to Naples tomorrow morning. However, I heard that the security situation in Naples is very bad, and people snatch bags and steal things at every turn. It seems that things like passports and money should be hidden in the close pockets.

The law and order in Milan is not bad. Although the hotel front desk reminded me not to go out alone at night, I didn't repeatedly emphasize it, but I don't plan to go sightseeing in Milan.

My destination is still Naples.

So the next day I took the tram to Naples with my luggage.

Giorno's address is relatively remote, so when I arrived in Naples, I went to the hotel to check in as usual.

I feel like I'm getting more familiar with things like traveling abroad.

It was twelve noon when I arrived at the hotel, I was a little hungry, so I went to the restaurant on the roadside to eat some pasta, and then asked the owner of the small restaurant for the address.

The owner of this store is a middle-aged man who looks quite simple and honest. Because of the years, he has a beer belly. Although he is a middle-aged man, his hair is gray.

"Ah, this is quite troublesome," the boss scratched his head, "Miss, is this your first time in Naples?"

"Who knows?" I laughed.

"I think so, after all, Miss, you can speak Italian very well." The boss also nodded with a smile, "Did you live in Italy before, and you always spoke with a Sicilian accent? People miss it."

Ah... the accent is something I'm learning now...

"So you know where to look for this address?" I asked him.

"Let's go over there, but miss, you have to be careful, the security over there is not very good, and accidents often happen..." The boss showed a simple and honest smile, "You are single, even if you are looking for relatives, you have to be careful. "

"Thank you for reminding me." I thanked him, "Ah, I'm still a bit hungry... Can I have another order of squid ink pasta?"

"Okay, wait a moment..." He turned around. At this time, someone kicked open the door of the hotel, which startled me.

The owner of the restaurant was also taken aback, and then he said dissatisfiedly to the boy who barged in with the look of a gangster, "Risut, where did you go again, quickly change your clothes , I asked you to help in the store but you didn't listen, and I don't know where to go every day..."

The boy glared at him, but in the end he didn't say anything serious, and finally obediently went to the back kitchen.

"Sorry, guest, this is my cousin, he is not a suspicious person, I will immediately inform the back kitchen to prepare a cuttlefish ink pasta for you..." The boss hurriedly poured me a glass of orange juice, ran Went to the back kitchen.

I was drinking orange juice, and from time to time I heard his voice lecturing my cousin from the back kitchen.

Ah, it wasn't me who said that, the boy named Risut just now had a bad look in his eyes.

But it's none of my business, I'm mainly here to find Giorno.

After another order of pasta with cuttlefish ink, I checked out with the boss and left the small restaurant.

It's really hard to find where Giorno lives now. I wandered around for a long time but couldn't find a place, so I continued to ask the uncle who was selling ice cream. The latter glanced at the address on the note and revealed a With a sly smile, "Hey, what do you want to buy, guest?"

"...Belgian chocolate, one ball, cone, thank you." I said.

He gave me an ice cream, "You follow this road and turn right, then turn left at the second intersection and you're there!"

"Thank you." I took back the small book with a cold face, and walked along the path he pointed.

The setting sun sprinkled on the trail, and I finally found my destination.

I don't know if that kid still remembers me.

Coincidentally, I saw the little one sitting in front of the door huddled in a ball from a distance, holding his knees with his hands.

"Joe—Hurino?" I called out to him.

The little figure suddenly raised his head, glanced at me, then lowered his head and continued to bury his face in his arms.

"Hurino, it's me." I said to him.

Then his eyes widened, he got up, ran over stumblingly and hugged my leg.

"What's wrong with you?" I knelt down and found bruises on his arms.

"Your stepfather hit you?" I frowned.

He bit his lip, then nodded, shook his head again, and finally shrugged his shoulders.

"..." I patted his head, "Come on, let's eat pudding, can we talk while we eat?"

He took my hand, and the bottom of his little soft palm was wet with sweat.

On the way I came, I saw a dessert shop that sold chocolate pudding.

I took little Qiao Luno's hand and walked towards the intersection, "Did you tell mom?"

"It's useless to say it." He answered me.

"..." I was silent for a moment, "Hatsuruno, will you go back to Japan with me?"

As long as he says yes, I will immediately get rid of his two incompetent parents.

He lowered his head, and finally shook his head, "Don't get involved." He said in a low voice.

Is this child too sensible?

"Come on, let's eat pudding, you can order whatever you like." I patted his head.

Although he said "don't get involved", let's find a chance to clean up that "stepfather".

When I was walking with little Qiao Luno, I passed an alley, and there was the sound of fighting inside. He glanced indifferently, reached out and tugged at my sleeve, "Don't worry about it." He said, "It will It's dangerous."

"Eh? What are you looking at?" But it was too late, one of the gangsters raised his head and yelled at us. At this stall, the person who was stepped on by him before jumped up and slapped us hard. Punching him in the face, I saw the punk's teeth fly out.

I took a step back and hugged Giorno, holding him in my arms.

"Go to hell, go to hell, go to hell!" The long-haired, blood-stained boy yelled while kicking the punk's vitals vigorously, spraying blood from his mouth.

Then he was hit on the head with a beer bottle by another person who got up.

Seeing that the smashed glass bottle was about to go into his eye, the Queen of Hearts fired a stone and hit the youngster in the neck.

This moment was enough for the young man to react and put his knee on the little bastard's stomach, then grabbed his head and hit the ground again and again until the other's face became bloody and bloody.

"It's a gangster who collects protection money from a nearby restaurant." Giorno whispered to me, "Let's go, don't watch." He tugged at my clothes.

The boy named Risut leaned on the wall and walked out of the dead end step by step, "Miss meddling." He muttered.

Then he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

If left unattended, he would probably lose too much blood and go into shock.

This miserable appearance really looks like a stray dog.

It's not illegal to rescue stray dogs, is it?

The author has something to say: I think the fluffy stepfather can play for the rest of his life, and he is the only one who can beat his son when he is green [what?