(Repeated, see later)

"Please stand here with your hands above your head."

Giorno did as he was told, smiling and relaxed.

The heroic, serious-looking brown-haired female police officer glanced at Giorno dissatisfied, and her eyes were full of disdain and disdain.

"Although I said it yesterday, I repeat it again.

It is strictly forbidden to touch the glass, otherwise the alarm will sound, and no exchange of items with the prisoner is allowed during this period, and the meeting time is fifteen minutes. ”

After carefully searching Giorno's body, the brown-haired female police officer still did not relax, and kept scanning Giorno's body, considering whether he should take off his clothes and check again.

After thinking about it, I still gave up.

"When you go in, this door will close, and if you have something, just shout."

She waved her hand, and the officers outside pressed the control button, opening the door.

Giorno looked into the passage, which emitted a faint green glow and was very unvisible.

As soon as the iron door opened, the air circulated, and a cold breath came to the surface.

The sanitation here is not bad, after all, there are police officers on duty every day, there are occasional prison visitors, and Giorno even smells some air fresheners.

He turned around, and as soon as he took a step, half a foot stepped into the shadows, and he heard the female police officer shouting behind him.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong, Miss Constable?"

Giorno paused, turning his head to reveal a well-behaved smile.

"I'm going to search you again."

The female constable narrowed her eyes and observed Giorno's expression.

"Okay."

Giorno didn't resist either, docile like a little brother next door.

"Open your hands."

The female police officer examined more carefully this time, not only her hair, but also the key parts of her lower body.

"Ahem..."

Giorno immediately blushed, and the other police officers next to him almost dropped their jaws in shock, and a police officer who was so old that he was half-bald couldn't stand it, so he coughed twice and reminded the female police officer not to go too far.

"Boy, pay close attention to your words and deeds, and don't let me get caught."

The female police officer ignored their gaze, put her hands on Giorno's shoulders and whispered softly in his ear.

"Alright, let's go."

She couldn't check anything, so she had to let it go.

"Wait!"

When Giorno stepped into the aisle with half a foot again, the female police officer shouted again to stop.

"What's the matter? Miss Constable! ”

Giorno was helpless.

The female police officer carefully observed Giorno's eyes, hoping to see a little panic inside, but still couldn't find anything.

In that gaze, there was only helplessness and shyness.

"Nothing, just one more reminder.

You are the eldest young master of a rich family, and there is no need to associate with those guys at all.

Curiosity often kills cats, and I advise you to avoid black bangs and think about you and your family. ”

When the word black bang is mentioned, the female police officer's tone and expression all express her disgust for black bang.

"Don't worry, Miss Constable, I understand."

Giorno smiled lightly and nodded, knowing that the female police officer meant well.

Without any obstacles, this time it was really released, Giorno breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and strode forward with a relaxed pace.

Before the door was closed, the female police officer stared at Giorno's buttocks, and a thought flashed through her mind.

She knows that some people hide information and tend to stuff into certain indescribable positions, so will this eldest young master do such a thing?

She didn't know, and she couldn't verify it.

"It's a bit too much, Ole."

The half-bald officer said pointedly.

"If he hadn't sent someone to buy me last night, I wouldn't have to."

Ole's cold eyes swept over everyone present.

"The more this happens, the more it shows that there is something strange in it!"

"Also, your state today... Doesn't seem right!

Did you also come to the door last night? ”

"Of course not!"

The half-bald officer immediately retorted sharply like a fat cat that had been stepped on by the tail and exploded:

"Ole, don't dare to do whatever you want because there is someone behind you, do we look like the kind of people who can be bought?"

"Oh, I don't think I said you were being bought, were you?"

Ole didn't flinch under the half-bald officer's stubble, and sneered:

"It seems that I have fed you all, otherwise today's state would not be so different from usual."

Seeing that the two were arguing more and more excessively, the people around them began to persuade and muddy.

"Forget it, let's not say a word."

"Yes, yes, have we bought it, justice is in the hearts of the people!"

"There's no need, everyone is a colleague, it's almost."

......

"Humph!"

The half-bald officer sat down first, his eyes closed, no longer looking at Ole's face that seemed to have justice written on it.

"Don't worry, I won't let my father check on you, and I won't stay here for long, so there's no need to have conflicts and intersections with those of you who are destined to stay at the bottom all your life."

Ole leaned against the wall, her hands around her chest, restraining the two orbs even more upright.

"Maybe it's just my conscience and sense of justice that haven't been completely extinguished, and in a few years, I should be able to turn a blind eye to this kind of thing, just like you."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, just don't entangle, they hate dealing with this kind of person with a background the most.

Not only can't move, but also to protect her safety.

Once something happens, even if they didn't do it, they can't run away if they are implicated.

"Alas!"

The half-bald officer suddenly let out a long sigh and lowered his head.

Justice?

Who doesn't?

It's just that being a good person is far more difficult than being a bad person!

The reason why he dared to quarrel with Ao Lei was not only because of his seniority, but also because he had reached a certain level of age, and there was basically no possibility of promotion.

has a lot of wealth in the account, and he is not afraid of being hated by Ole.

While!

The heavy iron door closed, and Giorno relaxed.

When I was stared at by the police lady, I always felt a little cold on my buttocks, and I don't know why.

No matter how rich the Infinite Group is, there are some things that cannot be done.

Of these prison guards, only the female police officer just now was not successfully bribed, I heard that there was someone behind him, and the whole family was a figure in the official system.

And some of them are high-powered, and they are not easy to deal with.

Fortunately, he received the news early and was prepared, so he didn't need to be as flustered as he was when he came out last night.

Giorno stretched out his hand and plucked the golden doughnut on the far right of his head, and the stand-in ability was removed, and the doughnut slowly deformed and returned to the shape of a lighter.

Then, he grabbed a few strands of hair, twisted his fingers, and curled them into a doughnut shape.

The powerful and strange thing about the stand-in ability is far from being discovered by ordinary people.

"Da Da Da!"

Giorno's steps were relaxed, his leather shoes tapping against the floor, and the green fluorescence was eerie and eerie, which didn't disturb his good mood at all.

Above the hallway hung several Egyptian-style statues, all with their mouths wide open, and in the green fluorescent light, they looked even more eerie, almost like ghosts were about to come to life.

"Yo, it's a few minutes earlier than the agreed time!"

The lights of a room in front of him came on, and Porpo was half-lying on the ground, leaning against the wall, drinking red wine.

"I'm still planning to get you in trouble when you're a few minutes late."

Giorno raised his eyebrows, and sure enough, fortunately he came a few minutes early to avoid unnecessary trouble.

He came to the glass wall of the room, which was brightly lit and had all the amenities, and in the open cabinet to Porpo's right, a small TV was playing the evening news.

"I've waited a long time, Mr. Polpo, I have lived up to your trust, and I have successfully guarded the flame for 24 hours without letting it go out."

Giorno carefully placed the lighter on the small open windowsill and replied with a smile.

"Haha, that's good, Giorno... What is Giorno? ”

Polpo put down the wine glass in his hand, took out the fruit snack from the Xiaoice box, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.

"Giorno. Brando. ”

"Ah, yes, Giorno. Brando, the eldest young master of the Infinite Group, I remember it very well. ”

The mixture of apples and bananas was munched in his mouth, without affecting his speech in the slightest.

"Since you have successfully responded to my [trust], you must have also been ready to [enlighten] and embark on the path of the so-called [black bang].

Giorno, I have some admonitions for you, and you must listen carefully. ”

"Please, I have a good memory and can remember every word."

Giorno shrugged his shoulders, his hands behind his back, his figure was straight, his golden hair was blown by the cold wind in the aisle, his emerald eyes were smiling, and his whole person seemed to be glowing, with an indescribable luxury and charm.

"Well, listen up."

Polpo was pleased with his attitude and continued:

"We PASSIONE and other trash gangsters are completely different concepts, and we don't fight or fight for our lives for money and profit, or for something as trivial as being robbed of seats in the theater or on the bus.

You know, fighting with people is a very boring act, and sometimes you can even accidentally lose your life, which is a very stupid thing. ”

Speaking of this, Polpo reveled in his preaching, closed his eyes, raised his right palm and waved it back...

Immediately, the index finger was quickly pointed at Giorno, and his face was turned away from the light, creating a shadow out of thin air.

"But... But!

If someone insults the most important thing in the world – trust!

If he insults this trust!

Tell me, Giorno, what do you think should be done? ”

"It depends, if it's just a small thing, I'll forgive him."

Giorno's face did not change, and he had a lot of time to play with Polpo.

"That is, if it's a big deal..."

"Of course... Kill him! ”

Giorno gestured at his neck and looked at Polpo without flinching, with a cold air in his words.

"That's right!

Those who dare to insult someone they trust in something important will have to pay with their lives!

I think even [DIO] will understand this kind of thing!

Don't forget that! ”

"Of course, I'll make a note of it!"

Giorno's heart jumped, almost frightened, but he quickly reacted.

"So, congratulations, you're qualified, and I agree with you to join the organization."

At the end of the preaching, Polpo sat upright, smiling all over his face, and matched his fat body like a mountain, as if he was like a Maitreya Buddha.

He pulled out a blond round clasp-like object from his breast pocket, and his thumb flicked up, landing right on the small windowsill with a "clanging" metal crashing sound.

"This is the badge of our PASSIONE organization and is proof that you are qualified.

Since you were recommended by Bugarati, then you should follow the instructions of Pugara ~ Ti for the time being. ”

When Giorno picked up the buckle, Porpo also picked up his glass and drank the wine.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I'm curious about and needs to confirm."

A cruel smile suddenly appeared on Polpo's face, and an illusory figure emerged from his body.

The figure, wearing a black round hat, black robes, and ten purple fingers, quietly pierced through the tempered glass and quickly poked towards Giorno's neck.

"Muda!"

A golden figure slammed out, punching the illusory figure in the face, and the illusory figure was unharmed, just taking a step back and stopping its actions.

Black Sabbath!

This is Porpo's own stand-in, although he has no killing intent, but he does not look like he is sparing his hand at all.

Giorno was forced to summon his own double, and he didn't want to risk his life here.

"Sure enough!"

Half of Polpo's cheek was pressed against the tempered glass, and the fat was squeezed flat.

"Giorno, you are also the Chosen One!

This is very good, there is no strong or weak stand-in, but anyone who has a stand-in is an existence with a strong will and spiritual power, haha!

Don't be so nervous, I know that with your strength and seriousness, it is impossible to let the flame go out and then rekindle it.

So, can you tell me?

How did you get a stand-in? ”

Giorno frowned, puzzled.

"What does it have to do with having a stand-in and lighting a flame, I was two months ago, so I naturally had this guy."

The "Golden Experience" is fully revealed, with one hand on the waist and the other on the arched knee, with the face turned to the left, while Giorno's right hand hangs down and is placed on top of the head of the Golden Experience.

"Then you're lucky, if you rekindle the flame and live up to my trust, then the double I set up in the lighter will indiscriminately attack everyone who sees you rekindling the flame, including yourself."

Giorno's face darkened, but he still held back, wanting to find out the information.

"So, what is the ability of your stand-in, my golden experience is not weak, even if it attacks, it may not be able to defeat my stand-in."

Porpo shrank back again, leaning back against the wall, and the black Sabbath vanished.

"I can't say this, everyone's stand-in ability is different, and it's their most secret hole card.

Asking this question is like asking someone else, what color are your wife's panties?

You can't ask me, and I can't ask you either.

Only the most trusted partners can tell each other, but I'm just a tester and I don't want to get too close to you. ”

Porpo was laid-back, he didn't want to fight, he just wanted to be safe, and he loved his life to the extreme.

Is life in prison bad?

There is food and drink, except for the occasional interview with a few people who want to enter the organization, which is basically not much different from the outside world.

Fighting, but it's dangerous!

If you're not careful, you'll lose your life!

"Okay, goodbye then."

Seeing that he could not get more useful information here in Polpo, Giorno did not dwell on it, threw the round buckle, and turned to leave.

The moment he turned around, a blonde hair detached from the back of his head and slowly fell.