[Zhongzhu jojo] Hanako's Bizarre Adventure

Of course, I am not the kind of sand sculpture girl who would take a stranger to the hotel where I was staying. I briefly dealt with the boy's injuries and then called the police.

The police came very late and handcuffed the three fighters. I don't know if they will be taken to the detention center or the hospital. Anyway, I will leave the rest to Mr. Police. I am just an innocent passenger passing by. .

Little Qiao Luno followed me with the chocolate pudding I bought for him.

"Aren't you going home?" I asked him.

"I don't want to go back, anyway, mom won't come home today." He muttered.

"..." I looked at him, and then patted his head, "Then you follow me. I will stay in Naples for a week, you decide whether you want to go back to Japan with me."

He trotted up to hold my hand.

I took him back to the hotel, and he sat on the edge of the bed and ate pudding, "What do you want for dinner? I can call room service."

He was silent for a while, "...I want to eat takoyaki."

"...There is no takoyaki here." I touched his head, and it felt as if I hadn't washed it for a while, and I remembered the phrase "hair thinks of itself" he said.

"Hatsuruno." I solemnly patted him on the shoulder, "Promise me, suppress your thoughts in your hair, okay?"

"???" He looked at me blankly, "Then I want octopus salad."

...What kind of grudge do you have with the octopus?

"Okay, then I'll order you an octopus salad." I called the front desk of the hotel, and the latter said it would be delivered soon.

"Hatsuruno, go and wash your hair first." I said to him, "It looks like you haven't washed your hair for a week, right? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

He froze, and then grabbed the corner of his clothes with some embarrassment, "I, I..."

"what happened?"

"I don't have any clothes to change, and I can't handle the hotel's hair dryer..." He lowered his head as if he had done something wrong.

Ah, I didn't notice this.

"I have clothes. But I don't know if it fits your body. I'll fill you with water and take a shower quickly. When you're done, call me and I'll blow your hair."

"Oh..." He ate the last bite of pudding.

...No, boy, why do I feel that there is a slight disappointment in your "oh"?

Is it my illusion?

"I put the clothes here, you can put them on after you dry them." I said to him.

"Oh." His voice sounded more disappointed.

... So what are you thinking, kid? !

He dried his hair obediently, and closed the bathroom door on tiptoe. He was wearing the clothes I bought for him. His previous gray body was very ugly. Of course, the child must be clean to look energetic.

Little Qiao Luno sat down on the edge of the table and obediently waited for me to blow-dry his hair. At this time, there was a knock on the door. I turned the temperature of the air conditioner in the room to the highest, walked to the door and took a look at the cat's eyes. The hotel waiter, "what?" I asked him through the door.

"Your octopus salad," he said.

I thought about it, went back, took my tip, and opened the door.

As a result, there was more than one person outside the door, I frowned, "What's going on?"

"I said Miss." The super greasy-looking man smiled obscenely, "You abducted his son and asked why it's not good?"

what……

It's this guy.

I wanted to slap the door shut, but this wretched and greasy old man slapped the door, "This is not good, miss, I'm going to call the police, call the police for abducting someone else's son or something like that."

I glanced at the hotel receptionist behind him. He probably paid me to bring this guy to trouble me. Foreigners like me are the best to be bullied, because I don’t know the place well.

Startled by my stare, he dropped the octopus salad and ran away.

"Then what do you want?" I looked at him, wondering whether it would be better for him to have uremia, liver cirrhosis, or leukemia.

"Hey, if you are willing to give some money, or something else..." He rubbed his fingers, showing a very disgusting look, "I can pretend that nothing happened..."

"No, don't bully her." A timid voice came, and I turned my head to see Giorno's lips trembling slightly. He swallowed and moved forward in small steps, obviously very scared.

...That's right, this scumbag must beat him a lot, and if he disobeys him, he will definitely be beaten. There is no doubt about it.

Finally, he clenched his little fist and ran between me and his stepfather, "Don't bully her!" The little guy shouted.

"Tsk, Giorno, Dad, this is for your own good. That Japanese woman over there is trying to abduct you." The greasy man put his hands on his belt.

Giorno flinched subconsciously, almost reflexively blocking his head with his hands.

I put my hand on Giorno's shoulder, "It's okay. No one can bully me." Then I stood up and looked at him, "Come in if you have something to say."

He showed a triumphant smile, and Giorno held my hand tightly.

The moment the man stepped into the door, the Queen of Hearts grabbed his neck and cut off his vocal cords.

I close the door.

I won't kill people in front of Giorno, but why do you want to kill people with blood and blood?There are many ways to be graceful, kind, and slow.

"Hatsuruno...ah, let's call you Giorno, Giorno, can you see who is strangling that man's neck?" I pointed to the Queen of Hearts.

His eyes widened, and he looked at the Queen of Hearts without blinking.

"...who is this?" he asked me.

Sure enough, have you had it since you were a child?

This kid Giorno is really unlucky, both his biological father and stepfather are rotten people... Ah, I didn't say Mr. Jonathan, I was talking about another guy who wears dead water under his crotch pants.

"This is my sister's good friend." I smiled, "She can make disobedient people very obedient."

"???" Giorno looked at me with a puzzled face.

"You haven't been here today and don't know what happened, do you?" I asked Giorno's stepfather.

He nodded blankly.

The Queen of Hearts let go of him, and he stood up, opened the door and staggered away.

Giorno opened his mouth slightly, and then suddenly remembered what he had just done, with a frightened expression on his face.

"It's okay, he can't hit you again." I said to him.

"?" He widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Really." I patted his head.

Alzheimer's disease, early-onset senile dementia, and bladder cancer cells proliferating in large numbers...why kill people with flesh and blood?The elegant and slow way is also very good.

To me, killing a human is no different than killing a guinea pig, it's just a little secret that no one can know.

This is my little secret.

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