stand-in creed

Weather looked at Nero in some confusion.

Nero just said.

"If you really have no place to go, can't find a suitable job, and can't start a new life, you can come to work at the SPW Foundation. If you need it, you can contact me at any time."

"..."

The weather hesitated for a moment.

Glancing at the contact information on the business card, he finally put the business card in his pocket and left slowly, disappearing from the sight of Nero and the others.

Giorno frowned slightly as he looked at the weather's back.

"It feels...something is wrong."

"Yeah, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look right." Nero also looked at the weather's back, but quickly withdrew his gaze, "Unlike you, a minor, he is already an adult, and he should know how to be responsible for his actions Reasonable, not to mention we are not his parents.

"Instead of worrying about him, it's better to help Jotaro and the others get rid of that guy Katz. After all, what Pucci said made me a little bit concerned, as if he was "convinced" that Katz could defeat us... What exactly did he give? Kaz what stand-in? "

With such doubts, Nero walked forward slowly, and the others followed closely behind.

outside the prison.

On the roof of the building not far away, the weather quietly watched the special car of the SPW consortium cooperate with the police who heard the news, took in the surviving prisoners and Armaniu mother and son, and watched Nero and his party disappear in the car On the street, sighed softly.

Immediately afterwards, the weather slowly raised something——

gun.

It was a gun I picked up in prison.

The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the temple, and the trigger was pulled without the slightest obsession, but nothing happened except a click.

Weather slammed the gun to the ground.

"That guy is already dead, so I still can't die?

"Damn it ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Chapter 49 Weather Forecast Part [-] (Revised)

"Why are you hindering me, weather forecast!"

After jumping into the Atlantic Ocean but being washed ashore by the waves, the wet weather yelled at his double.Bid farewell to the weather forecast of Nero and his party, after recovering his memory, he returned to the state of despair in the past, and started his suicide road, but encountered unparalleled difficulties.

Can't die.

Just like ten years ago, he couldn't die no matter what.

Shoot the bullet and the bullet will get wet.

If you jump off a building, you will be blown into the windows downstairs by the wind.

If he threw himself into the sea, the waves would wash him back to the shore.

Everything seems to be exactly the same as ten years ago.

Desperate weather sat on the edge of a high-rise building, with his feet stretched out outside the house, and he fell into a daze, not knowing what method he had to use to die.But suddenly, Tiantian thought of something and took out the business card in his pocket.

Nero Zeppelin business card.

However, the moment Tiantian took out this business card, a voice came into his ears leisurely.

"I seem to have seen an interesting scene, the weather."

"... Zeppelin?!"

When the weather forecaster heard this sound, his whole body was shocked.

Looking back, it was Nero Zeppelin who appeared slowly from the wind.

"Have you seen it all?"

asked uncertain of the weather.

Nero nodded: "When someone left the prison, he acted like a fool from head to toe, but there was no light in his eyes. I won't say who it is. So I came back and took a look, and I was shown It's a weird scene."

"……you?!"

The expression on Weather's face was surprisingly angry.

But soon, the weather suppressed this annoyance, and spoke to Nero as calmly as possible.

"You shouldn't come back to see my jokes."

"It's not an interrogative sentence, better than Pucci—I mean Enrique Pucci." Nero sat comfortably on the rooftop of a high-rise building, and at the same time patted the empty space beside him to signal Weather to come over, "Weather, you Do you think we are friends?"

Nero asked calmly.

Weather heard this question and hesitated for a moment.

Just when the weather was about to answer "yes" with some uncertainty, Nero spoke first.

"Of course we're not friends."

"...?"

Weather blinked.

Although I always feel that Nero is like a policeman and firefighter who witnessed a suicide scene at the moment, preparing to give himself psychological counseling, but is it really appropriate to say this directly?

"I don't have many friends, but each of them is someone who can trust their backs to each other.

"Weather. Although I appreciate your substitute ability, I think it is an extremely powerful substitute, and my impression of you—the impression of you before you regained your memory—is not bad, but even so, the relationship between the two of us We haven't reached this point yet.

"Since we are not friends, I am not worried about my friend committing suicide and come to visit your friend. You are only one in 80 of the 80 people who commit suicide every year."

"So you really came to see my joke?!" Weather immediately shouted at Nero.

"Am I such a boring person?"

Nero glanced blankly at the weather.

Tiantian took a deep breath, facing Nero's calm attitude, he felt as uncomfortable as hitting the cotton with one breath.

Nero is very frank: "I don't know what you have experienced in the past. I don't know anything about you. I don't know that when you commit suicide, you will endanger others-it's like jumping off a building and killing passers-by. If something like a stand-in messenger is dying If you mess around, you will be in trouble."

"..."

I don't know what to say about the weather forecast.

Nero didn't know himself.

But the weather forecast that restores memory is well aware of its own abilities.

Destruction of the world may not be enough.

But destroying a Miami is easy.And in his state of despair that he can't even commit suicide, if this continues...

Miami might really be doomed.

"Looks like I guessed right?"

Nero raised an eyebrow.

The weather forecast in this state can't hide things on the face at all.

Seeing the cloudy and evasive look on the weather forecaster's face after he mentioned this, Nero knew he had guessed right.

Immediately, Nero pondered his wording again: "Just now, I saw that you... have been busy for a long time, and it seems to be useless. How about chatting with me while you are resting and thinking of new ways? I am very curious about your past story. .”

"……I do not want to say."

"You think that's all I want to hear?"

"...?"

The weather felt like it couldn't keep up with Nero Zeppelin's brain circuits.

However, it was Nero's weird attitude that made the weather forecaster sigh.

"It's like this..."

The weather forecaster told Nero the story in a straightforward manner.

It can't be said as vulgar, it should be said to be a very classic story.

Classic is a very abstract word. Nero doesn't know how to accurately describe what is classic, but he knows what this word stands for—spring rolls stuffed with chives and shredded pork.Regardless of the weird flavors developed by chefs in the new era, if you don’t eat spring rolls filled with chives and yellow pork, you will always feel that something is missing.

This is classic.

The story of the weather forecast is such a classic story of spring rolls stuffed with shredded pork with chives.

Civet cats for princes.

Brother and sister love affair.

Racism and the Ku Klux Klan.

Coupled with the cowboy duel between brothers.

……

Taken out individually, each is a clichéd story.But these outlandish elements come together to create a story that could become a classic.If you find a more reliable crew, you might be able to win an Oscar.

"...that's what happened."

The weather forecast was finished, but after that, I felt comfortable all over.

Nero nodded.

After listening to the story of the weather forecast, Nero suddenly spoke.

"You don't know what to live for, do you, weather.

"You lost your adoptive parents, you lost your lover and sister, and you turned against your own brother. Do you think you have nothing left? Even Puqi died before you recovered your memory, and you lost the power of revenge. There is nowhere to vent the anger behind the subject, only the purest despair is left."

"..."

The weather didn't say anything, but clenched its fists.

The short nails dug into the palm, overflowing with bright red blood.

"Kill me, Nero Zeppelin.

"Help……"

Weather's eyes were full of despair and sadness.

Nero nodded slightly.

"it is good."

Weather did not expect such an answer from Nero.

Before Tiantian could think further about why Nero gave such an answer, a foam cutter brushed his hat and flew into the distance.

A strand of hair blows in the wind.

"You..." The weather froze for a moment.

"Since you don't want this life anymore, I will accept this life. Your head is temporarily stored around your neck. From now on, your life will no longer belong to Wes Brummarin or others." Minnick Pucci, but mine, Nero Zeppelin.

"If you want to take this entrusted life back into your hands in the future, it's not too late to ask me for it.

"It's time to go now. The special plane of the SPW consortium should be arriving at the airport soon."

Nero did not discuss with the weather, but unilaterally "announced" such an ending.

The weather forecaster looked at Nero's back, hesitated for two seconds, and followed in the footsteps of the mafia godfather.

Miami today.

There was no violent storm.

Chapter 50 The Rolling Stones Part One

Miami airport.

When they came to Miami, Nero and his party consisted of four people and one ghost, but there were a lot of people on the return journey.

"Amborio, what's that?"

"It's... an airplane?!"