After the shore partner refused, he thought that he might be in danger, but he didn't expect Dio to take his words to heart at all.

As if he wasn't worried that he would not agree, the shore dew companion was a little disappointed.

By the way, seeing the expressions of others after being rejected by himself is also one of his hobbies.

But also, even if he doesn't agree, he will be controlled by this guy Dior.

Talking about it will not have any effect on Dior's psychological state, because he has no bargaining chips to resist.

"Stand-in messenger?"

A term that has never been heard before, the shore dew companion is a little puzzled.

Is someone who has my ability called a stand-in messenger?

Listening to Dior, it seems that there are many people who have this ability.

"Oh, too, you don't know what a stand-in is."

A golden stand-in emerged, tall and muscular, with a mechanical and cold look in his eyes, and the "world" reached out and lifted the shore dew companion with one hand.

Crane-like, that feeling, pinching him to death is as easy as pinching a chick to death.

"Your strength is still very weak, and the stand-in can't summon the manifestation completely on its own, so you can only use its incidental abilities for the time being.

But fortunately, the human spiritual will can continue to grow, and so is your stand-in, which will grow stronger with your will.

This golden guy is the manifestation of my spiritual will, and this kind of existence is collectively called a stand-in, and the person who has a stand-in is a stand-in messenger. ”

Dior gave a cursory explanation and recalled the "world".

"When you grow, your stand-in will be directly displayed like this, and the use of your abilities will be more convenient."

"I see, the way you control me is the stand-in ability!"

As soon as he wanted to touch the shore and experience it, the "world" disappeared, and he was a little displeased, but he didn't dare to show it.

"What do you think?"

Dio smiled, did not answer directly, ignored it, and left directly.

"See you tomorrow."

"Damn!"

Seeing Dio enter the room, the shore dew kicked on the big rock beside him.

The rock was so large and hard that it didn't shake for a moment, but he himself was shaken back two steps by the strong backlash.

I was happy today, but I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing.

After the completion of the material, the good mood was ruined, and he scolded for his bad luck, picked up the drawing board, and walked to the parking place next to the street.

"Well, it smells a little bloody."

The shore dew touched his neck and relaxed his body that had just been too tense.

"Forget it, it should be an illusion."

It was only a few steps away, away from where the big rock was, and the faint, subtle smell of blood was no longer smellable.

He didn't pay much attention to it, and drove straight home, and this little problem was left behind him.

The next day, when the sun had just risen, a tall man in a white trench coat and a cap with gold JO letters printed on the front stood quietly in front of Dior's small bungalow.

He looked at the house in the sun, surrounded by a fence, under which there were a few flowers and plants.

The door was wide open, and the strange and familiar man was sitting in the living room, leisurely eating breakfast and reading the newspaper.

The sun shone through the window, shining directly on him, casting him with a golden glow.

As soon as Jotaro Kujo appeared, Dio noticed his presence, and through the window, Dio smiled, beckoned to him, and motioned for him to come.

Even though Jotaro had been prepared, when he saw Dior again, there was a slight wave in his indifferent eyes.

A flame of anger burned out of thin air, but it was suppressed by reason, and he strode into the room, pulled out his chair, and sat down in front of Dior.

After many years, except for his hairstyle and dressing taste, Dior's appearance has not changed at all.

However, Jotaro's deceased comrades can never come back.

Jotaro originally wanted to gather more stand-in envoys and armed forces, make a good plan, and then come to surround Dior.

But after thinking about it carefully, I gave up.

The people who can help deal with Dior are far away, and ordinary armed forces are just a piece of delicious bread for Dior.

Not only is it delicious, but it can also help him recover from his injuries.

It's not that the SPW consortium hasn't studied weapons against creatures like vampires, but Dongfang Yusuke has given information, and Dior is no longer afraid of the sun at all.

A monster that has no weaknesses and can recover from injuries by sucking blood, ordinary people are involved, but they just lose their lives in vain.

Even if it is a stand-in messenger, under the power of time stop, it can't help much.

Just like Shosuke, as long as Dio has murderous intent on him, nothing is useless.

The stand-in of the fighter, "Crazy Diamond", cannot heal himself.

It can be said that now Dior is already the strongest creature on the ground, and the army has no meaning to him.

After thinking about it for a long time, Jotaro decided to take a look for himself first.

More than ten years ago, he defeated Dior once, and he knew what Dior was capable of.

Although he is no longer at his prime, if he wants to escape, he still has a chance.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Jotaro."

Christian Dior put down the newspaper and took a sip of warm milk, and there were many desserts, breads, vegetables, fruits, and meats on the table.

He only needs three hours of sleep a day, so he has already gotten up and practiced for a while, and he has just taken a shower, wearing only a thin white shirt on his upper body.

The top three buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a strong and white chest, and... A neck without a single scar.

"It's early, do you want to eat?"

Jotaro didn't pay attention, just observed for a moment, and asked:

"Dio, why are you here, I did kill you ten years ago.

The remnants of your body have also been turned to ashes by the sun.

It's unbelievable that after 10 years, I'm able to meet you here. ”

Dior clasped his hands on his chest, and after a full meal, he looked a little lazy, leaning back in his chair leisurely, enjoying the early morning time.

"It's nice to meet you, Jotaro, you can think of me as Dior or you can think of me as not Dior.

Well, it's okay to think it's resurrected. ”

Jotaro is watching Dior, and Dio is also observing Jotaro.

This was the first time he and Jotaro had met, although it wasn't the case for Jotaro.

"Resurrection?"

Jotaro grasped the key, and then thought of what Kansuke said, and suddenly fell from the sky a few days ago.

Could it be that Dio was resurrected only a few days ago?

Of course, it is also possible that Dior deliberately misled, which is not certain.

Jotaro is no longer the hairy boy he was back then, and prudence is the dogma he believes in now.

But no matter what, there is only one thing he can confirm.

That is, Dior must die!

He knew very well that there was no useful information to be obtained from Dior, and instead of wasting words, it was better to give it a try and send Dior back to hell.