"Mr. Bucciarati, I would like to ask... Is this hospital haunted?"

Bucciarati: ………

Bucciarati silently took back the double and replied with a smile, "I think it's not what you think."

Kokukui watched the blue humanoid substitute slowly disappear, blinked his eyes, looked obedient, and said nothing. As a gangster, Bucciarati had seen many cruel and horrible scenes, but once these scenes were shown to children who were supposed to be smiling on campus, he would feel a heavy feeling that could not be ignored on his chest.

Every time he saw the bandages wrapped around Kotobuki, Bucciarati couldn't help but soften his voice to avoid scaring him.

But in fact, Bucciarati is only eighteen years old this year. It is just his mature temperament, plus the fact that Europeans and Americans tend to grow faster, that makes people ignore his age.

Bucciarati asked in a positive tone: "Did you just see Sticky Fingers?"

Kokugo replied: "...blue ghost?"

Bucciarati: "...Ahem, that wasn't a ghost. There are no such things as ghosts in this world."

"If I'm guessing correctly, you should also be a Stand user." Bucciarati sat back in the chair beside the bed and, in a very official tone, introduced to Kotobukiya what the so-called Stand was.

"Spiritual energy?" Kotsugu asked with some doubt, and took out the scabbard he had placed under his pillow as Bucciarati asked, then observed some details on the scabbard.

"Yes. Stands are a manifestation of the human spirit. Although this type of stand is rare, it does exist." For example, Narancia's stand is in the style of a remote-controlled aircraft, a type of stand that can be controlled from a long distance to search for enemies and conduct reconnaissance.

Bucciarati thought for a moment and said, "This kind of offensive Stand probably exists to protect itself."

Kotobuki quietly watched Bucciarati explain to him, and met those clear blue eyes... How should I put it, it's hard to imagine that such a person is a gangster. Gentle but not too gentle, not too involved in other people's affairs, the latter is also a kind of protection for others.

Generally speaking, for this kind of sword-like Stand (weapon), most people's first thought should be that this person is very aggressive and only has such a Stand if he wants to hurt others. But Bucciarati's first thought was protection, and he didn't intend to delve into how Kokuba got the Stand.

"When I found you before, there were a lot of damages on the blade. That's because the Stand and the original body are related, and the damage to the Stand will be reflected on the Stand user's original body at the same time. But when you summon a Stand here, unless it is physical damage, it will generally recover to its original state."

"The Stand can become stronger or weaker depending on the strength of the spirit. It is a very special ability. I was originally worried about what would happen next, but with a Stand, Kotobuki, you will definitely be able to protect yourself."

"Besides, a stand-in isn't a bad thing. It will be your closest partner." Bucciarati smiled and put his hand on Kotobuki's hair, patting it gently. "So, don't show that expression."

Kotobuki tilted his head in confusion, not knowing what kind of emotion his paralyzed face could reveal. He just simply... didn't understand.

The child, who was not good at expressing his emotions or having conversations, thought about it and could not keep his composure at all. He clearly revealed his intention to change the subject and asked, "When can I... be discharged from the hospital?"

Bucciarati did not remind the other party that he had just answered this question before, but said seriously: "If you don't want to stay in the hospital, I will pick you up next time, okay?"

"...Hmm." The boy's voice was barely audible. He lowered his head and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Bucciarati."

Watching Bucciarati's back as he left, the young man sitting on the bed scanned his ward with his clear purple eyes. Without the help of anyone or any tools, he easily stood on the ground with his legs that should have been severely burned.

Just like a normal person who was not hurt at all, the boy gently pushed open the door that Bucciarati had just closed, leaving only a small gap, and looked at the corridor outside with a very calm gaze.

What was reflected in the boy's pupils was a scene that ordinary people could hardly imagine. Translucent spirits could be seen everywhere in the corridors and wards outside. They were in their own world, talking about the idle things that happened in the hospital, and occasionally some things with extremely rich information would come out of their mouths.

By chance, a translucent spirit that looked like an uncle met the eyes of the silver-haired boy who was standing at the door and looking at him through the gap. Although he was obviously no longer a human being, he seemed to have suddenly seen the most terrifying existence and disappeared on the spot in an instant.

Not wanting to disturb their lives, the boy silently closed the door and muttered, "That's why I asked... Is there a ghost here?"

"So, even the Stand User doesn't know about the existence of ghosts..."

Ghosts exist in this world. If they cannot go to heaven and have obsessions, they will be like earthbound spirits and unable to leave the place where they died.

Ghosts can touch the reality of this world better than humans, and they can easily perceive the differences between people. In the eyes of ghosts, the boy named Kokumi currently placed in ward 404 is not like a human at all. Compared to the bustling wards where ghosts can be seen everywhere (humans cannot see them), only room 404 is unusually quiet.

The silver-haired boy returned to his hospital bed and covered himself with the quilt. A black cat licked its paws and sat down by the wide-open window. The black cat was like the most exquisite doll in the human world. Its body was made of the most advanced high-tech technology, and its body was covered with the finest fur. Its eyes were made of precious green gems.

Its every move is lifelike, just like a real cat, but when you look at its green eyes that are clear yet inorganic and lifeless, no one would think so.

The silver-haired boy on the hospital bed raised his hand, and the black cat that had been sitting by the window immediately stood up, jumped onto the bed with an elegant posture, and lay on the boy's thighs.

The boy gently stroked the stuffed cat's back, listened to its purring, which was so realistic, and looked into its eyes, which were slightly narrowed in comfort. He muttered to himself quietly, "My closest...partner?"

He lowered his eyes, and the black cat disappeared from his arms. At the same time, there was a knock on the door. The nurse pushed open the door and walked in with the tools for changing the dressing.

The nurse's name is Luna, a beautiful woman with red hair and blue eyes. Her personality is completely different from her flamboyant appearance, and she is quite gentle and quiet. But because of this, she is often verbally hinted at by some bastard patients.

However, recently, because Luna is taking care of Kotobuki, she has frequent contact with the gangster Bucciarati. Those gangsters who always talk nonsense have become quieter and no longer dare to speak casually.

In addition, Kotobuki is a very obedient, well-behaved and pitiful child. Luna really likes him and is worried about him.

After replacing the bandage and ointment, Nurse Luna said with a smile, "The wound is healing well!"

"Mr. Buccellati has already told me that you can be discharged from the hospital after two days of changing the medicine! A familiar environment will be more conducive to your recovery. If you stay in the hospital all the time, it will cause psychological pressure."

"Although there are burns on both legs, fortunately, the injuries are not to the vital parts. In the next two days, Oso, you can try to walk with crutches. If you can, you won't need to get in and out of the wheelchair, which is very troublesome."

Nurse Luna said with some regret: "Time flies. When I think about you leaving, Oso, those children will definitely be lonely."

Perhaps it was because she had the idea that he was about to be discharged from the hospital, and that the injuries on Kotobukiya's body could be recovered from normally, but more importantly, the psychological problems needed careful attention. So Luna, who took psychology as an elective in college, thought about it and spoke some casual words like a friend or an older sister.

As they chatted, Luna seemed to have thought of something and said with narrowed eyes: "Speaking of which, Oso, you can go to Sardinia for a visit."

"As an outsider, I can't empathize with your feelings, but losing memory is a very unpleasant thing just thinking about it." Luna said sincerely, "I went to Sardinia when I was in college. The scenery there is beautiful and very suitable for sightseeing. And, if I remember correctly, your accent is a little similar to that there."

“If you go there, maybe you can find something familiar to you. Even if not, just seeing the beautiful scenery is enough to become a new and happy memory.”

"Ah! I've said too much. It's come to this." Luna quickly packed up the medicine. She looked flustered, but her movements were quite steady. She didn't make any mistakes. Then when she reached the door, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said one last sentence, "Oso, don't worry too much. Mr. Bucciarati is a good man. He will definitely be able to successfully restore his memory!"

Kokumi sat on the hospital bed and reached out to touch the bandage wrapped around his face. Through the bandage, he could feel the scab-like wound underneath. He blinked and couldn't help but complain, "Does it matter what comes before or after this sentence?"

However, there is no doubt that these people are good people. Gu Kui habitually picked up the magazine placed beside the bed. His lifeless eyes made it clear that he was in a daze, because his eyes were not focused on the magazine at all.

How can I repay them?

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