hero?it must be me

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"Is there an infighting between your companions?"

Er Qiao said in a deep voice.

"wrong."

Jotaro, who had been listening silently, suddenly said, "I'm afraid he felt threatened."

"threaten?"

"If those bombs were really placed by Dibo, it is possible that the stand-in messenger who killed Dibo was worried that he would be implicated by Dibo's use of explosives."

"You mean, maybe that prisoner is one of the guests in the hotel? JOJO."

"Just guessing."

Jotaro clasped his hands behind his head: "There are too few clues right now."

"Ah Qiang is right, the clue is broken here at Dibo."

Zheng Qi nodded, as if he didn't see Jotaro's slightly downcast face: "Although it's a good thing to have one less trouble, Dibo's death also means that there may be at least one enemy substitute messenger in the dark. "

"Also, compared to Dibo, who has already exposed his identity, this guy is still full of mysteries to us."

"Since that's the case, let's try to act together as much as possible."

Er Qiao made a decision: "I have already booked the train for tomorrow, and we will leave here by train tomorrow morning and go to India."

"During this time in Singapore, try not to be alone, understand?"

After that, everyone really chose to act together as much as possible.

Although Zheng Qi also considered whether he should find an opportunity to fish out the hidden enemy, but this idea was seriously protested by the magic code.

She can accept Zheng Qi's tempering himself within a relatively controllable danger range, but she can't agree with Zheng Qi's risky behavior that is not very sure at first glance.

Zheng Qi didn't really do such a reckless thing in the end.

If he really wants to use himself as a bait, he will plan carefully before taking action.

Perhaps it was really this kind of group action that was effective. During the period until the sun went down, Zheng Qi and the others did not encounter any assassination actions from the stand-in messengers.

Zheng Qi also found an opportunity to use the Shenyu lens again, but he didn't find anything particularly strange.

And the two reconnaissance guards and one vision guard placed in the three guest rooms where they lived did not find anything unusual.

Except for a search conducted by the service staff and the police, no one or a double entered their room.

Is it really just that Dibo will kill himself if he does unrighteous actions?

"Hey, let me tell you, even if that kind of guy is really approached by some powerful enemy, it's not surprising."

Lying down on the bed, Polnareff said mockingly, "Perhaps the person who dealt with him left Singapore early because of successful revenge."

"I don't think so."

Zheng Qi said softly.

It was ten o'clock in the evening, and it was time to rest. Naturally, it was impossible for everyone to continue nesting together, so they returned to their respective rooms in groups of two.

Er Qiao and the others also considered changing a hotel altogether, but as I said before, it is the peak season, and they can book three rooms in this hotel because of the financial strength and reputation of the SPW consortium, so they want to change temporarily. It is really too late to find a reliable hotel.

"Okay, Zheng Qi, are you still such a worry-loving character?"

Polnareff smiled and waved his hands: "Sleep, sleep, Mr. Joestar also said, if the purpose of the other party is to kill our spirit by creating a sense of fear, then we can't be like theirs." Do you mean?"

"……Too."

Zheng Qi nodded.

He lay upright under the quilt, staring straight at the ceiling.

"That's right, don't worry, if someone is really ignorant, I will definitely react immediately."

As he said that, Polnareff turned over and said, "Good night, I have been tormenting me to death today."

"Good night."

Lying on the bed, hearing Polnareff's breathing gradually calm down, Zheng Qi blinked.

(The Grimoire, I will leave the vigil to you.)

[Understood, then I will continue to accept the heroic record of Huo Serti tonight, is there any problem? 】

(As long as you wake me up in time, no problem.)

[Then, I wish you a sweet dream, Contractor. 】

(Take your word.)

Zheng Qi closed his eyes.

After a while, the night was quiet and the moon hung high.

It's a good time to dream.

And at this moment, there was a sound of dull footsteps on the corridor.

Chapter 43 Chapter 42: Welcome to my place

It was a waiter in a hotel uniform.

At this time, it is not very uncommon for hotel staff to watch the night.

But the service staff itself is a bit special.

His height was actually close to [-] meters.

Are there such tall service staff in this hotel?

If Zheng Qi and the others saw this person, they would definitely have such thoughts.

After all, with such a tall guy, as long as he sees him once, he will definitely be impressed.

With such a figure, even though such a service staff is walking alone in the corridor, it is enough to support the corridor with a crowded visual effect.

I saw him walking slowly to the door of Room 907.

This is the guest room where Er Qiao and Abdel live.

"Hmph... Joseph Joestar and Abdel..."

Looking at the closed door, the service staff showed an unpleasant smile.

Immediately afterwards, his face melted.

Not a metaphor, but a realistic description.

Skin, muscles, everything is flowing like snow melting.

The next moment, these terrifying [liquids] gradually changed color, and began to reveal a bright bright yellow color.

Then, a robust body escaped from these [liquids].

"It's just a door, how can it stop my Lord Lavalsol's yellow temperance?"

Standing in front of the door, Lavasol had his hands on his hips, and turned his head to look at the corridor where he was alone.

"However, we have to deal with it anyway, so let's start with the more troublesome ones while they can't wake up. Joseph's old stuff, which is useless even as a stand-in, won't cause any trouble in the end. .”

"it is good……"

Although he was unwilling to share the [-] million dollars with others, but considering that he was not good at investigation, and with that guy's stand-in ability, he might be killed before he found his real body. Agree to the cooperation proposed by the other party.

Money is of course good, but it has to be spent.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if it's [-] million or half of [-] million, that much money is enough for him to live happily ever after.

Thinking of this, Lavalsol suppressed the irritability in his heart, took a step, and walked towards Jotaro's room, Room 922.

noisy.

Surging cheers, shouts, and roars poured into Jotaro's ears like a tidal wave.

Immediately, an urgent shout was mixed into it.

"JOJO, wake up, Jotaro!"

"Tsk, it's so noisy."

Jotaro frowned, opened his eyes with a low drink.

Even he was amazed by the sight that entered the scene at this moment.

What appeared before his eyes was an arena.

A rather huge arena.

Not a modern stadium.

Jotaro had read photos of the Colosseum in a book in his free time before.

Although the building in the photo is already the wreckage left by the changing times and the wind and rain, it still makes Jotaro feel the difference between it and the modern stadium.

It is only the baptism brought about by the iron and blood of the cold weapon era, which can allow people to demonstrate [strength] in the simplest, direct, and barbaric way.

There is no doubt that the ancient Colosseum is a magnificent theater singing "desire".

What made Jotaro realize this most was what was in front of him at this very moment.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, rich or poor, high or low, in the auditorium he was in, every person who came here was burning with a fire called desire.

Or a gambler who has made a bet.

Or a madman who simply wants to see blood flow into rivers.

Or a loyal person looking forward to someone's heroic appearance.

Here, they no longer need to use words and deeds to cover up their inner desires as usual. The noises one after another, limbs swaying wildly, sweat and saliva swaying around, and even the clothes flying in the air are all like the most exciting. The notes, again and again, pulled the desire in their hearts.

And all of this made the originally wide arena seem so crowded.

It has been said that man is a social animal who is easily influenced.

In such an environment, rationality seems to be facing the burning of desire all the time. If one is not careful, one will be roped and shackled by all these, dragged into the abyss of indulgence, and it is difficult to turn over.

However, Jotaro just frowned and turned to look at Kakyoin beside him.

"Kakyoin, what happened?"

"Sorry JOJO, I don't know, I remember we just fell asleep in the hotel in Singapore, and then..."

Kakyoin touched his forehead.

The noise around him made him a little unable to concentrate, and the fact that he couldn't get any results after thinking about it also made Kakyoin a little uneasy.

He woke up earlier than Jotaro, but when he woke up, he was already in this seat.

"What about the rest?"

"I didn't find it. When I woke up, you were the only one beside me."

Kakyoin put down his hands and explained.

Jotaro stood up.

With his height, half of his head stuck out in the crowd.

After looking around, Jotaro did not find Er Qiao, Abdel, and Zheng Qi nearby.

However, it is also possible that he missed it.

After all, it is too difficult to find someone in the auditorium in this environment.

"Do you have any impression of this place?"

Jotaro asked Kakyoin.

Kakyoin shook his head.