The irritating sound of tapping on the keyboard. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info where she should have heard, is it the distant past, or just yesterday. Yes, it was in the lab, and Jacqueline would occasionally abandon the handy link line and instead tap the keyboard with her nimble prosthetic fingers, which was unacceptable. The dull sound of a mechanical keyboard interrupted her rare dreams, but she realized she was 'alive'.

Alive.

She was supposed to sink to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean with a piece of iron weighing more than thirty tons. It wasn't still alive, she tried to move her body, and it didn't feel serious. But it could also be a "phantom limb", and in order to confirm the condition, the first thing she did after waking up was "time-out".

What followed was a dead silence familiar to her. The air seemed to freeze, and there was a dead silence around it, including the sound of keyboard tapping. She immediately opened her eyes, glanced at the gray white space, and then confirmed her position.

She was in a room that didn't look like anything special. She was lying on a bed in the corner of the room, a room with some quirky "sculptures", shelves full of books of all kinds, a desk with a classical guitar on one side, and wall stickers on the wall. Judging from the main color of the room, it should be a woman's room. She glanced at her clothes, now draped in a pale yellow shirt, and all her belongings were nowhere to be found.

There were still some bruises on some parts of the body, and some of the wounds were delicately bandaged. But it didn't look like she had fallen from 30,000 feet, and her last memory before she lost consciousness was to slowly sink into the Pacific Ocean. Unable to understand why she was here, Dio lifted the cup on her and searched the room, soon finding the source of the keyboard sound she had heard earlier in the living room.

It was a simple black-haired girl, she sat at the computer desk in the living room, she looked fifteen or sixteen years old, but judging from the situation in the surrounding room, it should be a woman who lived alone, maybe she was just younger. Dior also found his own things by her side, however, the Colt python, which has been with her for more than ten years, officially retired today. The scarred barrel and the broken sound of the gunfire are no longer usable. She picked up the M500 and opened the magazine, which was empty. Her scimitar was still missing, so she gave up the search.

Her clothes were hanging on the balcony.

It is incomprehensible. If she really died, she would still be able to accept it, but now that she has survived for some reason, it has made her have countless doubts. The only one who may know the situation is this girl who may have saved her.

The girl was typing on the keyboard, her eyes staring blankly at the computer, the wide screen densely packed with words.

Dio walked up behind the girl, trying to check what was on the computer first.

Dio walked up behind the girl, she wanted to check what was on the computer first. 」

At the very end of the document, Dior saw this sentence.

"Oh?"

She carefully read the text displayed on the computer. After confirming the words on the computer, she took a deep breath, and the feelings that had been silent for a long time floated slightly.

It's all about "Dio Connor", but the page she sees has a conversation between V and her, and even what she just did. Before she could pause time, the words had been recorded on the computer by the bland-looking girl.

Perhaps this girl has the ability to read the past and predict the future. I don't know how long ago she wrote what she wrote, and she can read her memories and predict what she will do next? The girl really didn't have any of the 'monsters' she was familiar with.

Who the hell is she?

Dio suddenly noticed a pocket watch beside the girl, and she immediately remembered that it was the pocket watch that Amami Sword had given her. She couldn't remember which scale the hands were pointing to, but now the watch was pointing to two points. Immediately, she remembered what Yumi had told her.

Yumi Jian had seen the "god" who created her, but the so-called god was just a scholar who had no power to restrain her. Lying in a hospital bed dying, unable to do anything.

She was sure she had used it at least once. Perhaps she came to another world like a sword in the rain, and used this pocket watch to avoid her mortal fate. After thinking for a moment, she sat down on the couch next to the computer desk, and then snapped her fingers.

Then time begins to flow.

As if nothing had happened, the girl continued to tap on the keyboard, the sound uninterrupted and irritating. One text after another appeared in the original blank space of the document, filling in the 'unwarranted' story. The girl's movements suddenly paused, and as if she realized something, she leaned back in her chair and stretched her waist, and let out a meaningless whimper from her mouth.

"Inexplicably irritable," she said.

That's definitely not for Dior, maybe such guys have some problems talking to themselves.

The girl scratched her head, stared at the computer screen for a long time, and sighed.

"'Friends of the distant world, tell me your name'... Or 'Dio Connor, your best nightmare'... What would he say if it was really Dio Connor...?"

"You write so badly. Dior said casually.

"Yes, that's it!"

As if she didn't notice that it was Dio talking, the girl immediately lifted her spirits and tapped on the keyboard on her own.

She... Did you really not find out?

"Praise the sun, my dear. Oh yes, I'm going to have to check out the blonde chick I picked up from the beach. ”

With that, the girl got up from her seat, and from the deep dark circles under her eyes it was clear that she must have not slept for a long time. She ignored Dio, who was sitting on the couch, and walked straight to the room where Dio had fallen asleep, and Dio watched her sleepwalking. The girl had just walked into the room, and her footsteps stopped abruptly, and she came back to her senses and met Dior's eyes on the sofa.

“... Uh, hello?" the girl thought for a long time, and then held back such a sentence.

"Hello, I'm your best Fear, Dio Connor. Dio said with a chuckle.

“... Uh, uh... I think... Would you like something to drink?"

"No alcohol, no carbon. ”

"Well... Good. ”