JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 69 Haunted

Diablo did indeed need to capture Joe, not just to kill him and completely eliminate this threat, but also to test what would happen when an arrow was inserted into a single, cursed ordinary human.

This wasn't his sadistic quirk; he just wanted to find something to focus on during this boring journey. He also hoped that the two arrows would bring him some gains in improving his Emperor abilities, since he believed that the Crimson King, with that question mark, still had the potential to grow.

"Do these two arrows produce a strange effect when they come into contact with the Stand? Is that monster a product of the Stand colliding with the arrows, or perhaps a later form of the Stand?"

Diablo enjoyed the long-awaited toast and coffee. As he ate, he suddenly remembered the dishes Chen Yi had made in that world, and his appetite improved even more.

"The only downside to being there is having to eat the excrement made by that madman..."

After finishing his meal, with nothing else to do, he took out the mirror he had taken from the hospital room and looked at his familiar, handsome reflection.

"Who would have thought it was just a comic book character..."

It's just a pity that Diablo's future hasn't been decided by the cartoonist yet; his so-called fate must have changed.

As long as he continues to be cautious and stays away from the main characters, just like the previous organization boss did.

Let's reconnect with our passion.

He pulled a cheap cell phone out of his pocket and dialed someone's number.

"Hello, is this the boss?"

"Yes."

"What instructions do you have?"

"Stop Giorno Giovanna's next move with your special ability."

"I'm sorry, boss, I can't do that. You should know what kind of existence Gold Experience Requiem is."

Diablo froze and didn't speak. The member he had dialed was incredibly mysterious and enthusiastic, so mysterious that even he, as the boss, had only spoken to him once or twice on the phone.

"But boss, I can help you get rid of your daughter, Trish."

Diablo was even more speechless. Trish was practically inseparable from Giorno, so how could any of his subordinates possibly get rid of Trish right under Giorno's nose?

unless...

"You've already met with Trish? And been alone with her without Giorno Giovanna's knowledge?"

"That's right, boss, I can make my move on her anytime."

This was quite a surprise for Diablo.

"Very good, I await your good news."

"Yes."

Although mysterious and passionate, Diablo was well aware of his abilities and knew that he was unlikely to fail.

"Heh, Diablo, boss..."

Mysterious hung up the phone on the plane, glanced back at Trish who was already asleep, and chuckled softly.

"When the plane lands, that will be your death day, Trish."

......

"Sister, thank you so much, you've done me a huge favor!"

Chen Miaowen stood on the second floor, by the partially obscured window, and breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Wei Yuxiu slowly leave after Chen Yi politely declined his offer.

"Hey Chen, do you know how disappointed he was? Just hearing that you're sick and bedridden, do you know how heartbroken he looked?!"

Chen Yi kicked open the bedroom door, her fierce face leaving Chen Miaowen no choice but to smile apologetically at her.

"Next time, next time, I will apologize to him."

"Hmph, whatever. Breakfast and lunch are fine, just eat whatever you want. I have to go to the university today to finish the task that bastard counselor assigned me as the art group leader, otherwise I'll get scolded for delaying."

She turned and left the room, muttering something like, "Thank goodness someone knocked on the door, otherwise I would have been late again."

"Okay, then... have a good mission?"

"Shut up!"

Only after he heard his sister angrily lock the door from the inside did Chen Miaowen completely relax, lie back in bed, and want to take another nap.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, and the diary was still quietly drawing out the plot, there was a sudden knock on the second-floor window.

"Ha...ha, who is it?"

He rubbed his eyes impatiently, trying to see what was going on.

He only realized what was happening when he got to the window.

"This...this is the second floor, isn't it? There's no balcony outside either. Who would knock on a window from four meters up on the second floor? And who could do that?"

A ghostly scene suddenly flashed through his mind; he imagined that if he opened the curtains, he would bump into a grinning ghostly face, which would then smash the window and burst in, burying him...

"No, no, we can't open the curtains or that window!"

He quickly backed away, and then, just like when he was a child, he cowered under the air-conditioned blanket out of fear of thunder.

"Chen Miaowen, are you alright? It's me, Wei Yuxiu..."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything, because once he did, Chen Miaowen became even more frightened.

It turns out that the boy who was dedicated to stewing cats wasn't human! He was a demon in human skin!

Thump thump thump---

"Are you really feeling unwell? Are you really sleeping?"

He knocked harder and harder, and the knocking became increasingly eerie.

The knocking made Chen Miaowen's heart tremble, and he covered his mouth tightly to avoid making a sound.

After an unknown amount of time, the knocking outside the window finally stopped, and it seemed that Wei Yuxiu had already left.

However, Chen Miaowen wouldn't be like those fools in the movies who would go to the window to see what was going on; doing so at this time would be a sure way to die.

"Has this world changed as well? Could it be that during the time I traveled through time, ghosts and monsters invaded reality?"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He then picked up the diary from his desk, held it to his chest, and tried to summon Diablo to resolve the potential crisis.

In the JOJO world, he has the confidence to handle most difficulties because he possesses the Crimson King, which gives him the ability to deal with anything.

But in the real world, he had no power and was even weaker than his sister.

He's just that kind of cowardly shut-in.

Although he doesn't usually show it, when faced with such a bizarre scene, all he can do is pray and be afraid.

Until his body got hot, and because he was constantly wrapped in an air-conditioned blanket, the cold air blown out by the air conditioner couldn't keep up with his heat dissipation.

"Ha...ha, it's so hot. Maybe, maybe I'm dreaming?"

He could only spread out the blanket, glance at the window, and still nothing happened. So he tried to relax and started looking through his diary.

He saw the latest page, which was the scene of mysterious passion and sleeping Trish. He wondered what had happened, but couldn't figure it out, so he prepared to turn back the page.

Just then, someone stepped on the wooden floor, the sound very close, as if right in front of him.

Chen Miaowen never dared to look up, continuing to flip through the diary as if deceiving himself.

"Hey, Chen Miaowen, are you feeling unwell?"