JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 50 The Cursed Man

"What? You're actually a terrorist who planted explosives inside?"

"What are you talking about? If you'd planted explosives, wouldn't I have run away long ago?"

"Then don't tell me, I don't want to know."

Chen Miaowen made a couple more remarks and then prepared to leave.

Click—

...Where could this sudden, strange sound be coming from?

If this were in his previous life, Chen Miaowen would definitely have to think carefully before coming to a conclusion, since in his society governed by the rule of law, firearms were not allowed to be carried by private individuals.

But this is the JOJO universe, so he activated his ability without the slightest hesitation, then looked at the man holding a revolver with a cold expression.

So after deleting the time, Red King punched through the opponent's chest.

"Ahem, so you really do know magic, and you're hundreds of times stronger than that grandson..."

Mr. Joe was dying, but he smiled very easily.

But Chen Miaowen couldn't laugh, because the feel of this strike was really a bit strange.

It was like a punch piercing through cotton, or rather, a blow landing on a paper figure.

"Isn't it strange? You didn't actually kill me."

Behind the lifeless, completely dead corpse, from within the darkness, the man surnamed Qiao emerged once more.

Although it was quite shocking, Chen Miaowen remained calm and composed, preparing to eliminate the resurrected Mr. Qiao at any moment.

"Wait, I didn't mean any harm! I know you also have magical abilities, so, so you see, that gun is a toy gun! I was just joking..."

He threw the pistol over, but it was knocked away by the other person's punch.

"Spells? You're a spellcaster too, so you want to attack me?"

Chen remained indifferent, still ready to throw a punch at any moment.

"No, I didn't. 'Not being killed by external forces' is my curse, not magic. Besides... that really was just a toy gun. I sensed that you're a different kind of man, like that bastard, so... I was just testing you..."

Chen blinked and pondered for a long time.

"Can't you see anything?"

"Wh-what is that? How did you cast the spell? I...I really can't see it."

Not a Stand user, but possesses abilities similar to Stand users, and these abilities seem quite outrageous.

"If you want me to believe you, tell me all the curses you've made."

"Do you want to hear the curse too?"

"What you're doing doesn't seem like a curse. This is clearly a substitutionary death, so where does the talk of a curse come from?"

Mr. Qiao sighed.

"It is indeed a curse. I developed this condition after I came into contact with an arrow somewhere in Egypt."

"Although the name is 'Not to be killed by external forces,' in fact, it's a name I made up when I was that age."

"The specific ability is to make people who die at my hands take bullets for me. They will take my appearance, be controlled by me, and take the fatal wound, but they are actually dead. The feeling of being fatally wounded will be transmitted back to me. Ah... that feeling, although I may have gotten used to it, it is still very painful."

An arrow? An insect arrow?

"So, you killed this bodyguard? Just to test me?"

The corpse sandwiched between them, Joe's face gradually faded, and he became the dead bodyguard again.

"You can say that, but that's not actually the case."

"You're a fucking lunatic!"

"It's true, because everyone in the cabin, like the bodyguard, might die without a burial place! It might actually be a good thing if the bodyguard dies at my hands."

Chen was speechless. It seemed that the fate of the people in the cabin had already been decided by this madman's random words.

"You're going to kill them? What's your purpose?"

"No, my curse has no offensive capabilities, and I didn't want to harm them. Someone else was the one who did it. I just knew in advance and left early."

Are you sure? You're not lying to me?

"I'm sure, there's no benefit for me in lying to you."

"Of course, you've left the cabin, so it has nothing to do with you, and you'll be perfectly safe."

But his "good brother" and that gluttonous girl are still inside!

He thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"We cannot risk our own lives."

"Hmm, the massacre is probably less than three minutes away. I have to go now."

Joe prepared to leave after testing the waters.

"Wait, you can't leave. Regardless of whether that gun is fake or not, you pointed it at me, so I'm angry. I'm not a very understanding person either, so you need to do something for me."

"On what grounds?"

Joe's smile faded, and his face flushed red and then darkened.

"Why should I? Because you dared to draw your gun on me. If you refuse, I'll stab you through with magic again."

"Besides, there's only one bodyguard. I believe you don't have any other puppets, right? Even if you do, even if they're not your real body right now, how are you going to escape if I kill them one by one, imitating your appearance?"

Mr. Qiao felt that he had been thwarted once again. He could have left directly, but he insisted on testing the waters and ended up running into such a tough opponent.

"Okay, okay, what's wrong? What should I do?"

"Go and bring two of them out, so they may be spared the disaster you spoke of."

......

"The priest died very mysteriously. He had clearly gotten up once before, but then inexplicably fell asleep again. After being frightened by that red-haired madman, he stopped moving."

"And...moreover, at that time, after that blond boy suddenly removed his blindfold, five doctors suddenly disappeared and haven't reappeared since..."

After the funeral, the hospital returned to normal, and the doctors went back to their original posts.

According to them, they had been hiding somewhere because the red-haired madman had driven them away.

However, a small number of doctors still died due to the effects of blue eyes. The rest of them all believed that it was the work of that madman and asked Rongrong and the others to find the culprit and bring him to justice.

"Yes, we will."

After finally managing to get the doctors away, they were still unable to calm down.

"That child possesses such a strange ability?"

Bobo the turtle spoke up, and although he couldn't do anything, he actively analyzed the situation for everyone.

"Father, he is dead, but not by Diablo. It was another demon, and they are locked in a standoff here. It may be fruitless."

"But, strangely enough, there's something odd about the priest's body compared to the other victims, it's like, it's like..."

"It's not just a feeling; there were indeed many different traces in his body, and... they came from his soul."

Fugo was only guessing, but Huang Zhen could clearly discern the disordered aura within the priest's corpse—a disorder that could not be dispelled and was permanent.

Fuzzy rubbed his chin.

"The demon from before was indeed lifeless, truly dead, and Requiem didn't detect any disturbance at the time, yet it was able to rise from the dead and crawl out of the coffin."

"If a demon can manipulate puppets, it's possible that he manipulated the priest's body and then used some magical and unimaginable method, such as remotely controlling his soul, to parasitize the priest and kill his soul? So..."

"So, it's possible that during the burial process, the demon's soul remained inside the priest's body, and when we left, we swapped the soul back, which is why the priest's aura was so chaotic and strange."

"This...this is too outrageous."

"It is indeed a bit far-fetched, but if that's the case, then at least there's a way to find their trail. SPW will help us check the real-time dynamics of the death toll in Italy, and we've already communicated with them. They will also help hunt down Diablo, so we have to deal with this demon first."

"If he uses this ability even once and causes the death of an innocent person, at least we can determine where he has been by the scent of the corpse or by a bizarre disappearance, and perhaps find out his next purpose."

"Fortunately, Requiem can identify if anyone's soul has been swapped even once."

"But the number of people dying in Italy every day is too high... this is like looking for a needle in a haystack! And there's no guarantee that he won't use this ability again, or that it will actually be fatal after he uses it."

"There are indeed many problems... but we can only give it a try. At least we've identified a direction."