Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

A few minutes later.

The taxi that crashed on the roadside, the blood splattered on the sidewalk, the bloody corpse, the passers-by watching and talking, the traffic jam

The streets became livelier.

A young man with purple hair and avant-garde clothes and a tall posture slowly walked to the taxi, and then picked up a passerby and asked:

that.

The purple-haired young man asked in a complicated tone: Excuse me, is there anyone dead here?

Does this need to be said?

The body is just there!

The passerby glanced at the purple-haired young man subconsciously, and then said excitedly:

you listen to me.

I saw everything that just happened!

God, I bet people who haven't seen this will think I'm talking nonsense.

His face was as red as a ripe apple, and his eyebrows were twitching in excitement:

Although it was through the car window, I could still see clearly. The person who did it was a young guy with pink hair.

He grabbed the poor driver's head as hard as he would a half-dead prairie dog.

Then I pressed my head and smashed it down without knowing what it was hit with.

In just one moment, blood flowed out like a faucet.

The nose was half crooked, the eye sockets were cracked, and the eyeballs popped out. It looked like the fruit salad made by my grandmother. The red, white, and purple were all mixed together and inseparable.

But the madman hasn't stopped yet.

Half of the driver's head was like a smashed bottle of ketchup, and he got out of the car in a panic and ran away. Yes, this lunatic is still running away.

This is really terrible

The passers-by spoke vividly, but the purple-haired young man who took the initiative to inquire had no intention of listening.

He interrupted somewhat helplessly:

Sorry, that's not what I wanted to ask.

What I want to know is if anyone died - quietly, like a natural death.

ah?

The passerby was slightly startled: How could someone suddenly die silently on the street?

Even if you die suddenly, you will still struggle a lot, right?

oh

I see, thank you.

The purple-haired young man said goodbye to the talkative passerby perfunctorily, then turned around and walked away alone.

He seemed to hear what he wanted to hear, but also seemed not to.

Nobody dies quietly, that is.

Does the target chosen by the Rolling Stones refuse to face their own destiny?

The purple-haired young man was talking to himself as he walked, his expression becoming increasingly complicated.

And just when he was passing by an alley intersection.

In the narrow and dim alley that was barely separated by two buildings, a strong, muscular arm covered with strange red and white patterns suddenly stretched out.

Is this a human hand?

The purple-haired young man's eyes widened in astonishment.

He didn't even have time to react before he was easily dragged into the alley by the mysterious guy and pinned against the wall.

Do not look back.

Diablo's voice sounded coldly.

He looked carefully at the purple-haired young man whose head was almost embedded in the wall by the Crimson King. After a moment of silence, he asked:

Are you the substitute messenger who attacked me just now?

That stone.

It can only act mechanically based on instinct. Obviously, it is a 'long-distance automatic control type' stand-in.

This kind of stand-in can act independently without the control of the main body. Even if it is damaged, it will not affect the stand-in messenger as the main body.

It's really troublesome to find this kind of substitute, but...

Diavolo snorted disdainfully:

Because it is acting independently of the main body, the substitute envoy as the main body has no way of knowing what happened to the substitute and whether the battle was won or lost.

In this way, even if they are fighting, they can hide far away in the dark.

When the battle is over, they must rush to the scene to confirm the results.

so.

He curled his lips slightly:

After completely destroying your double, I have been hiding nearby and waiting.

Sure enough, you, a reckless guy, couldn't wait any longer and came to the scene to confirm the results of the battle.

Hearing Diavolo’s extremely oppressive explanation

The reaction of the purple-haired young man was:

substitute?

What is a substitute?

you?!

Diavolo suddenly widened his eyes:

How dare you pretend to be with me?

Idiot. Are you underestimating my eyesight? Do you think that just by fooling me, I will believe that the stone is not your substitute?

Tell me quickly!

Who are you and why did you attack me? Are you related to that bald man named Li Qing?!

That's it, I understand.

The purple-haired young man sighed deeply.

He was not in a hurry to argue for himself. Instead, he introduced himself in a calm tone:

My name is Scolibee, and I am an ordinary sculptor.

I don't know that bald man named Li Qing, and I have absolutely no intention of attacking you.

after all.

Scoliby, who was pinned to the wall and unable to move, said this:

I don't even know who you are, and I haven't even seen your face until now.

As for the stone you were talking about

I don't know what the 'substitute' you are talking about is. If you are referring to that stone, it is some kind of special ability that I have awakened since I was a child.

I call it: The Rolling Stones.

Rolling Stone?

Diavolo frowned tightly: In the final analysis, this is still the substitute you released!

No no no

Scoliby hurriedly denied:

Michelangelo, who was so brilliant during the Renaissance, once said:

I didn't have any idea in my mind when I was carving marble. I never thought about what kind of shape I wanted to carve into because the stone itself already showed the shape of how it should be carved. What I did was just change that shape from Just take it out of the stone.

.

Diavolo was silent for a while, then ordered the Crimson King to grab the opponent's neck from behind:

speak English!

Ahem.

Scoliby was pinched and coughed:

I mean

I can't order the Rolling Stone to act at all. It acts completely according to its own will.

It's the Stone of Destiny!

It will sense the fate of the dying person, and will carve itself into the 'shape of fate' of the dying person - that is, the shape of his death.

At the same time, it will continue to track the dying person.

Once the dying person, that is, you touch the rolling stone, the rolling stone will allow you to accept your mortality in advance and die peacefully without any pain.

And the reason why I am here is not to check the results of the battle.

He pondered for a moment, and there was a bit of compassion in his tone:

I just sensed the movement of the Rolling Stone, so I wanted to come over and see the poor guy who was about to die.

.

Diavolo fell silent again.

This time, what is brewing in the silence is endless anger:

Asshole!

You reckless guy, what you just said...

I, the invincible Diavolo, the dark emperor who controls the entire Italy, am going to die soon?!

That's right.

Scoliby's voice was very calm:

Since Rolling Stone is looking for you, it means that you will die soon.

This is fate!

All of us are just slaves to fate.

You should have seen it, right?

When it finds you, it will carve out what you looked like when you died—

It may be a few hours, it may be a few weeks, or it may not be more than a month. You will die in the way shown on the stone sculpture.

Nonsense!!

Diavolo roared angrily:

A fate that has already been determined?

A carved death form?

That useless stone substitute of yours has been completely destroyed by me a long time ago!

It didn't carve anything at all. I smashed it into powder and scattered it in the air!

Where are the carvings?

There is no destiny!

this

Hearing Diavolo's somewhat rude roar, Scully's expression suddenly changed:

You, you just said

“After the ‘rolling stone’ found you, it didn’t carve anything out, but it was already shattered into powder?

That's right!

Diavolo said bitterly:

If you want to disturb people's minds, you have to make up some decent lies for me.

What kind of future death and what destiny?

I do not believe!

Facing Diavolo's faintly crazy roar, Scribe's tone actually showed a bit of pity:

Feel sorry.

I've never seen this before.

but.

Since Rolling Stone is looking for you, it means that you will definitely die in the near future.

And it was completely destroyed without carving your death shape. That's probably because

Scoliby swallowed and said:

The state of your death is too miserable to be expressed by the art of 'carving'.

PS: stand-in panel

Stand-in name——Rolling Stone

Ontology - Scribi

Destructive power: none

Speed: B

Range Distance: A

Sustainability: A

Movement precision: E

Growth potential: None

Ability: The shape is a stone with the word fierce engraved on it. The stone will automatically change into the appearance of a dying person and keep tracking that person. When the person encounters the substitute, it will be euthanized without any pain. If If it is not touched by a dying person, nothing will happen. It is classified as a fully automatic avatar, but what drives the avatar's movements is fate, which even Scolibee cannot control.