[Zhongzhu jojo] Hanako's Bizarre Adventure

The author has something to say: This chapter is an extra episode of "John" Hanako, which is very unfriendly to the san value, please read carefully.

Ah, compared to "John" Hua, Grandpa Diao is really a cutie who just wants to conquer the world.

The river gradually overflowed her waist, just like the despair and pain in her heart.

Death is a very painful thing, but...the death of a lover is far more painful than death. Between the lighter pain and the heavier despair, it is a matter of course to choose the lighter one.

It was just a little bit closer, and the river would be up her neck and over her head.

... She suddenly saw a young girl, an immature Asian girl in her teens.

She stood by the river, quietly watching her go to death.

Although far away, Pera was attracted by her by accident.

She stood where she was, and the waves gradually hit her untenable.

The girl saw her too.

The eyes met, but Pera was attracted by those eyes, so that she forgot what she was going to do for a moment—what a pair of weird and reassuring eyes, just looking at them, I feel as if I am staring at the abyss Generally, all your sadness, pain, and despair are included in it.

An unprecedented ease surged up——

She understands me.

She is in love with me.

She is able to grant me liberation and compassion.

The girl was still looking at her, with a strange aura that seemed to give people peace.

Pera stretched out her hand to the girl on the other side of the river, "I am in pain—" I am desperate, I have lost everything, I have nowhere to go, my heart is burning like a fire, my heart will be dried and broken ,weathering……

Redeem me, please save me...

A pair of feet stepped on the water, and the hands that sought relief in despair and pain were held.

"God" answered Pella's prayer.

Granted her "salvation".

Like other people who have been given "salvation", Pella has a fanatical belief in "God".

God who is called "John" by believers.

-

It was a night a few years ago, when the young "God" heard a strange noise, she came from her own room to her parents' dormitory. What she saw was not An Mian's parents, but a mess all over the place. The blood and stumps, as well as the stranger who was covered in sticky blood and looked at her with eyes of faith.

Where had this stranger been seen before?

The first thing "John" thought of was not the death of his parents, but where he had seen this stranger crawling at his feet and stretching out his hands to him.

"My 'God' - grant me a miracle."

The murderer... was also the first believer. He bowed to her with his palms up piously and humbly.

"You are free at last."

what.

"John" finally remembered.

A year ago, on a rainy day, out of curiosity and experimentation, she cured a mental patient suffering from leprosy.

——You are my "god", as a god, how can you have mediocre "parents", you are just born in the world through their womb, they are your prison, your cage, your shackles.

Now, I have released you from this bondage, and you are free.

The zealot, the first, plunged the blade into his own throat.

——I am your believer, and I am also a villain who blasphemes you...

The young "John" slowly raised his hand and covered his face—why could he understand what he was thinking?Why can I fully accept what he said?Why……

Even, while feeling sad, did you also feel joy?

This is the end.

"John", who used to be named "Hanako Yamada", finally got rid of the last trace of nostalgia for this world as a "human being".

Dio couldn't believe that he would die like this.

Being killed by his subordinates, the proud, wicked savior never considered such an ending.

But that's how it actually happened.

Petsha passed over his head and landed on the girl's shoulder.

——Dior remembered, yes, he met this girl when he was traveling in the United States. At that time, she was reading a Bible, quiet and indifferent, and the only candle in the gloomy library reflected on her face .

Seeing her substitute, he naturally wanted to recruit her into his gang. He stabbed the girl's forehead with a granulation so that he could control her.

The girl smiled at him, her eyes were still calm - from the beginning to the end, there was neither fear of the vampire Dio, nor loyalty to the emperor, nor the admiration of the villain for the savior.

The girl just looked at him, smiled, and said nothing.

-

Maybe at that moment, she had already seen the end of the vampire in front of her.

The sun shone in and fell on Diobrando's body, killing his subordinate named Vanilla Ace.

Vanilla Ace, who should have accepted that his blood turned into a corpse, was still not reduced to ashes like Dio's corpse under the sunlight.

He knelt down on one knee to the girl with Petesia on his shoulder, palms facing up, "Give me mercy."

Give me mercy, my God.

For the new life you bestow, I can sever my old faith——

"God" just smiled and put his hand on his palm.

She just stood there, smiling and looking at everything with those eyes like a bottomless abyss, calm and kind, wise and indifferent.

Only "God", she understands herself, she is willing to bestow mercy on herself, as long as you look into those abyss-like eyes, you will know-my despair, my loneliness, my pain, my happiness, My insignificance, my arrogance, my passions—

They are all "miracles" bestowed by her, and they are all dust from her fingertips.

Just by looking at those eyes, I can't help but plead——

let me love you.

Neither enshrining nor following, neither belief nor love is required.

But even so—

"Please let me love you, as long as I love you, I will be redeemed."

I don't know when, "John" has more and more believers, but I don't know why, as the object of believers' belief, "John" never explains his teachings to them.

In this group, the differences between people are so obvious that among the followers of "John" you can find heinous murderers, villains who raped their own brothers and sisters, thieves, madmen, robbers, psychopaths , delusional patients - everything in this world should be cast aside.

Similarly, you can also find philanthropists who are dedicated to saving animals that are about to become extinct, donate their wealth, and work hard to promote the welfare of the poor, researchers, officials, successful people, musicians, and good people who have worked tirelessly to overcome medical problems. , ordinary people with happy families - everything in this world should be praised.

Such two extreme groups of people both "believe" in John.

You have to follow your own heart and become a hero's righteous partner.

There are also evil people who follow their own hearts and become villains.

And their reasons for so many are the same "to love my God".

Yes, whether it is doing good deeds or doing many evils, as long as you look into those eyes, you will know.

"She understands me."

"She encouraged me."

"Whatever I do—whether it's praise or blasphemy, whether it's good or evil—is an 'offer' to her."

It's ridiculous to say that human beings can live in harmony only when others have the same ideas as themselves.

"How can doing evil be an expression of loving God? You are blasphemy."

"How hypocritical is it to do good deeds? How can it be an expression of loving God? God is clearly encouraging us to liberate the unfreedom hidden in our hearts!"

Congregants who believe in the same person but have completely different ideas started a war to determine "who is the one who loves God in the right way".

The flames of war quickly burned to every inch of the corner.

Whether it is "good" or "evil", they are actively absorbing fresh blood. In this war, it seems that there is no trace of pure land.

——If "John" came out to stop them at this time and set up the "doctrine", probably this war would end and the world would breathe a sigh of relief.

But "John" didn't.

"God" just looked at her believers tenderly, with an encouraging smile on the corner of her mouth.

——This makes everyone feel more and more——

"She agrees with me."

There is nothing more hopeful than this.

The flames of war have spread to every land that can be swallowed by it.

In such a world, is there not a sane person, a being who does not believe in "John"?

Maybe there used to be some, but under the craziness of preaching, there are fewer and fewer such people.

Even if someone persevered, they would probably have been persecuted to the point of ruin.

-

The home of "John" arrived in a quiet and peaceful afternoon.

There was no guard around her, and even Petsia, who was almost inseparable from her, was let out.

When the wounded man who broke in rashly saw the root of all evil in his heart, she was stroking a flower.

It is a delicate and beautiful flower, maybe other people will pick it off out of love when they see it.

Women undoubtedly love this flower too.

But she didn't take it off, but touched its petals lovingly, and then withdrew her hand.

"God" was turning to look at the intruding man.

Men have seen the true face of this woman in the propaganda of the believers countless times, the source of all evil that is disgusting.

However, when the woman really stood in front of him, he couldn't feel anything.

There is no desire for life, and no fear of death.

She has a pair of eyes that are so quiet that there is no emotion, that is, she has watched the missionary videos made by her followers countless times. When he faced these eyes, he remembered——

Yes.

The person in front of him has never done anything.

Those who believed in her persecuted his family and ruined his life because they "didn't believe" her.

Shameless people embezzle other people's property and take their lives in her name.

But she herself did nothing.

He remembered that his grandmother once said to himself, "'Master John' encourages good deeds, and she hopes that people can make this world a better place."

But those who killed his grandmother were also under the banner of "Master John",

——She herself, in fact, just watched all this happen.

Doing good is in her name.

Doing evil is also in her name.

The outside world is raging with war, and it is also in her name.

This woman is a paradoxical existence.

Both innocent and sinful.

The man clenched his fists and strode forward, walking towards the beginning of everything with killing intent.

I've known it since a long, long time ago.

Even if people in the whole world believe in me, maybe, when the world is about to collapse, someone will stand up and kill me with the determination to die.

I can wait a long, long time, watching the people of this world, with love and fanaticism, push themselves into the abyss.

None of them did anything wrong, they all just "followed their hearts."

And what I give is just a little bit of approval for those who yearn for things that have not yet been obtained, yearn for spiritual support, yearn for freedom, rights, and money but are bound.

——I understand you.

—I agree with you.

Whether it is good or evil.

I treat everyone equally and bestow "mercy" on you.

Then, I looked at you [humans] with a smile.

-

I have nothing to do with [human] feelings.

But sometimes, there is still a little curiosity.

What kind of person is that person who may kill me in the future?

high?short?fat?thin?noble?mean?brave?cowardice?

——It doesn't matter.

The important thing is, can that person bear the consciousness of killing me?

I waited a long, long time, until almost everyone was crazy about "John", preaching for "John", until the war was about to burn the whole world.

That person came to me with scars all over his body - not only the physical scars, but also the visible scars on the soul.

I look at him and smile.

Suddenly curious.

—He knew it, and I didn't do anything.

It is precisely because I did nothing that I became what I am today - I am innocent, and I am also a heinous sinner.

I smiled and watched him walk towards me step by step.

Will he back off?

Will he be afraid?

Will he feel compassion?

The tall, green-eyed man reached out to my neck.

I stared into his eyes, still smiling.

I'm curious.

I want to see what's in his eyes.

So, I kept looking into his eyes as his hands slowly tightened.

Because of the lack of oxygen, my vision began to gradually darken.

--what.

very nice.

He didn't back down.

No fear either.

There are stars in his eyes.

Although the one who killed me was still just a [human being] whose nature I could see through at a glance, it finally gave me a little sense of satisfaction in my short, 21-year-old life.

So, did I become who I am today just to look at such stars?

I know exactly what the world will look like after I die.

There will be a group of people who are martyred, there will be a group of people who are desperate, there will be a group of people who are crazy, and there will be a group of people who will rack their brains to bring me back to life—and there will be a group of people who think, "God wants us to bring this world back to life." become better” and survive.

And this person.

I have the same mood as a prank.

— gave him a last word.

A last word that no one will believe.

For the rest of his life, he will be haunted endlessly by believers who want to get this last word, but believers who deeply believe that I "love" them will not believe a word he said.

—Ah, what's his name?

Forget it.

There is no need to know.

Because even I can't see his end.

I can't predict whether it will be reborn or destroyed in madness.

It's a pity that I, who has been observing humans all the time, can't see the ending I want to see most because of death.

——It is also an interesting experience.

The so-called [human] creature——

[Humans are so boring. 】