There was a seductive tone in his ears, very soft.

Uchino Saburo's heart almost stopped in fright, and he thought of his subordinates who had exploded just now, and his heart was full of despair.

In the past, he thought about many ways to die, including being assassinated by the enemy, being assassinated by his son and usurping the throne, losing the competition in the group, and so on.

But he never thought of such a way to die, let alone that death would come so quickly.

He's only forty-three years old!

Still young and promising!

In the morning, I will be as energetic as I was when I was a teenager.

"Stop, as long as you can spare my life, I will listen to you for everything, I beg you, be merciful, Master Dior!"

Uchino Saburo's face was full of pleading, no longer as unruly as he had just now, like a puppy eager to be petted by his master.

Qing Ze smiled: "No. ”

A black chrysanthemum pattern covers Saburo Uchino's cheeks.

"Bastard!"

He raised his gun and wanted to shoot again.

Boom, he watched his right arm suddenly burst open, the bright fire light reflected in his pupils, the pitch-black smoke rose up, and the cracks covered his whole body in an instant, blowing the whole person apart.

A pistol fell on the table.

No matter how many times he watched it, Qing Ze felt that such a blast had a sense of beauty, as if he had returned to the feeling of playing with firecrackers in his childhood.

"It's pretty, don't you think?"

Qing Ze turned his head sideways, just swept it casually, and the five big men were almost scared on the spot.

One person knelt down directly, and said with tears in his eyes: "Spare your life!" Mistress Dior! Everything was forced to do by that bastard of Saburo Uchino! ”

"We are willing to swear eternal allegiance to you!"

The five of them did not have the arrogant posture just now, and all of them turned into sheep trembling in front of the tiger.

"Nope."

Qing Ze shook his head, strode forward, and patted them on the head one by one, black chrysanthemum patterns appeared on their cheeks.

The five of them had been begging for mercy there, not daring to resist.

The president was dead with his guns, and they couldn't fight with their bare hands.

"Farewell."

The thought of blasting flashed through Qing Ze's mind.

Rumble.

The five explosions converged into one, causing the explosion to be extraordinarily loud, fireworks and gunpowder smoke converging into a cloud, and the brilliant fireworks were reflected in Talia's pupils.

A trace of horror rose from her heart.

Is this a demon or a god?

Doubts flashed through Tarya's mind, and she remembered that the elders of the tribe had said that people must fear fire and the gods of nature.

In the past, Tariya thought that it was the old people in the tribe who were playing tricks, and it was those old guys who had ignorant ideas that kept the country surrounded by poverty.

Even a bicycle is a very rare means of transportation.

Not to mention, the roads are mostly natural dirt roads.

When it's not raining, it's dusty.

When it rains, the sky in Gambia is gray, and the ground is so muddy that one foot can step on it, and it is very likely that it will sink directly into the knee.

She hated a country like that, a place like that.

But now that I think about it, even that kind of country makes Taria miss it in her heart at this moment.

"Sister, are we going to die?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

She hugged her brother tightly and stared at the demonic blonde man in front of her, her eyes full of fear, but she didn't beg for mercy.

She doesn't speak Japanese, but she understands it, and begging for mercy obviously can't touch the hearts of the people in front of her.

Qing Ze glanced at the sister and brother and didn't say anything, just looked out the window.

There was a bang, a sound, and the glass window was artificially broken.

Heavily armed SAT members appeared inside the house, loosening their ropes, holding their submachine guns in both hands, wearing bulletproof helmets, body armor, and more.

The thermal imaging camera can clearly capture Qingze's figure.

"Dior, don't move, you're already surrounded!"

Okayama Taketa shouted.

He didn't shoot immediately, but planned to say a few more words, and the opportunity to meet Dior face-to-face was rare.

Suyong Takashi held the knife in his right hand, and his eyes showed a hint of curiosity, this is the superpower Dior in their mouth?

It doesn't seem dangerous at all, it should be a relationship without hostility.

He thought to himself, thinking about how he could get as close as he could to the other person as quickly as he could after the conversation.

"I'm sorry you're a step too late."

Qing Ze replied with a smile.

Okayama Taketa breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it would be good to be able to communicate.

He shouted: "Dior, what is the purpose of doing these things all along?

What do you want to create?

Or do you simply want to destroy all order? ”

"That's a really good question, so let me tell you."

Qing Ze didn't leave directly just now, he just wanted to make a joke with the people in the task force.

Let them rack their brains to think of things that don't exist.

Anyway, there are no comics related to JOJO in this world, only the Grim Reaper, Hokage, and Pirates.

He proposed his plan, and he was not afraid that someone would be able to identify it and guess that it was the two-dimensional Dior plan.

"I'm looking for a way to go to heaven."

This sentence made Okayama Taketa's pupils dilate, and he realized that what Dio said next was probably very important.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Do you also believe in God?" ”

"I don't believe in any gods, what I say about heaven is related to spirits.

Where the spirit flows, the power of the spirit should also evolve, and I mean the end of its evolution. ”

Qing Ze's speech speed was a little slow, as if he was remembering something, but he was actually recalling the lines that Dior said.

"I don't think you can understand what I mean.

In layman's terms, one can attain true happiness when one reaches heaven. ”

After a pause, Qing Ze continued: "The so-called happiness, even if you have invincible superpowers, huge wealth, or standing above others, you can't get it.

I already know that.

The real victors are those who witness heaven.

No matter how much sacrifice it takes, I'm going there. ”

"Paradise ......"

Okayama Taketa's face was solemn.

He had a lot in his head, and all the religions in the world had fantasized about a place.

That's the world after death.

In those books, there are good and bad things in the world after death.

Good worlds such as heaven and heaven are called.

The bad world is hell, hell, etc.

"Do people have souls?"

"I'll answer this question the next time we meet."

Qing Ze didn't answer immediately, and said with a smile: "Today's conversation should end here." ”

The thought of exploding flashed through his mind.

The ground where Okayama Taketa and the others were standing burst open.

Fireworks flew up from the ground, and Suyong Takashi jumped up to avoid it, but he found that the fireworks would not hurt him, but only silently turned the ground into nothingness.

The crowd fell straight into the room below.

"Dior."

Okayama Taketa shouted.

Aozawa's body turned translucent from the entity and disappeared into the house.

Not only does the Tag Blast destroy the object completely, but it also allows him to control the part that should be destroyed.

For example, if he marks the building, he can choose to destroy it anywhere.

Of course, this also means that when the blast is generated, he needs to re-mark the building if he wants to blast it again.

……

Hisamatsu Apartment, 201, where the task force is stationed.

The lights illuminated the living room, where Emily sat with her mouth biting her thumb, "Heaven, where the spirit flows, is the spirit here the soul?" ”

She felt that her brain was not enough, and this time the amount of information was too much.

Heaven exists.

If this news spreads, I am afraid that even the old man of the Vatican will be alarmed.

That is the best proof of God's presence on earth.

A place that hundreds of millions of believers dream of.

"Do people really have souls after death?"

Kusuke Iwashiro couldn't help but ask.

Ito Otome said expressionlessly: "From the perspective of a medical student, I can say responsibly that it does not exist.

The human body is a high-precision machine, and when it dies, the machine is broken, do you feel that it has a soul when you look at the broken machine?

That being said, there are superpowers now.

My perception changed to that it is possible for a soul to exist. ”

"No, I don't think it's a soul."

Emily shook her head and said, "What Dior said is where the spirit flows.

Spirit, he uses the word, not soul, which already indicates the difference between the two.

At the end of the spirit is heaven, and there may be a world where only the spirit exists.

Dio killed those people to see where their spirits flowed, and he wanted to follow the footsteps of heaven in this way......"

Emily squatted on the couch, biting her thumb again, her mind deep in thought, she was thinking about why Dior chose to be in Japan?

Dior is obviously white in Europe and the United States, and he can be in New York and London.

If you just slaughter the extremists, there are also many underworlds, rich people, and corrupt politicians in those places.

He chose Japan.

Could it be that the location of this country is a bit special, and if you want to go to heaven, you can only let Dior go up by performing some kind of ritual here?

Speculation flashed through Emily's mind.

She suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Bring me a map of Tokyo!" ”

Yosuke Miyaji took the map and spread it on the table.

Emily used a pencil to connect the locations of Dio's crimes with a line to see what kind of patterns could be formed.

From Shinjuku to Ikebukuro, to Kyoto, to Saitama.

Emily plots on the map the location of the killings of Dio in each of his actions.

The result is a pattern that doesn't find any pattern at all.

Emily pondered.

Is this some kind of ritual?

But what is the pattern of such rituals?

If you find out this pattern, can you predict where Dior will be next?

Emily's brow furrowed, and she shook her head, thinking that this was unlikely.

According to Dior, he is also looking for a way to go to heaven.

In other words, even he himself is not very clear, but only knows about the existence of heaven.

And who told him about this paradise, or how did he find out?

A series of doubts rushed into Emily's mind.

And these doubts are probably only able to be explained by Christian Dior himself.

She clenched her small hands, slammed her fist on the table, and exhaled heavily: "Forget it, let's make these reports to the CIA for the time being." ”

(End of chapter)