In response to Giorno's invitation, Kotobuki glanced at Giorno's pocket. It was a very subtle movement, but Giorno noticed it quickly. He was very concerned about other people's emotions and habits. Giorno was a little surprised, "So that's it, you just saw it."

Just now, when Giorno was helping the passenger with her luggage, Kotobuki saw clearly that Giorno had taken away the large amount of cash in the passenger's wallet.

Giorno leaned against the car, and like a magic trick, he put some American currency between his fingers. He said with a distressed expression, "That lady is a good person, so I didn't touch her luggage. But to be honest, it's a bit troublesome to change US dollars into lira."

"Well, you returned the wallet to her." Kotobuki said in agreement.

Giorno: "Because there are some important documents in the wallet. If it is lost, it will be too troublesome to apply for a new one."

The conversation between the two people seemed to turn the act of stealing without stealing completely into a kind act. Kokugi thought for a moment, pointed in a direction and said, "I work part-time at that restaurant. It only takes a few minutes to walk there."

The subtext is that there is no need to ride in Giorno's car.

Giorno took a look. As a black car driver, he was familiar with most of the key locations in this area. "That's just in the right place. I'm going there too. I'll take you there for free."

He said in a rather cheerful tone: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to my classmates."

Kokumi didn't care about this. After all, even if he was worried about this, he only had a few hundred liras left from buying butter and a bag of butter. But he didn't feel good to keep refusing, so this time, Kokumi still got on Giorno's black car.

Because of what happened just now, Giorno and Kotobuki's relationship seems to have improved. Giorno also asked a question that he would never ask easily before, "Is Oso a waiter in that restaurant?"

Kotobuki: “It’s the chef.”

Giorno was a little surprised and said with a smile: "Huh? Can Oso cook?"

Kotobuki: "It was arranged by Bucciarati."

Giorno smiled. So what does this have to do with the past and the present? "Ah, here we are. See you tomorrow, Oso."

Gu Kui got out of the car and waved, "See you tomorrow."

After returning to the restaurant's kitchen, Gu Kui put the newly bought butter in the freezer, tore up the receipt and threw it into the trash can, then took out 10,000 liras from his backpack in the kitchen and decided to explain to the store manager that the supermarket had sold out of this brand of butter and only had this much left.

Giorno, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the butter wrapped in a bag that he had stolen from Kotobuki, blinked his eyes, and said to himself, "Just now, did Oso find out?"

However, this thought only stayed in his mind for a few seconds, and Giorno happily transferred back to the airport to receive the next guest.

It was not lunchtime when there were many customers, and the store manager had taken care of the shopping, so Kokui did not have to stay in the kitchen. Narancia and the others happened to have nothing to do and had not left, so Kokui continued teaching Narancia mathematics.

At this time, a voice came from the door, "Koku, could you please make a pizza?"

The only people who call Kotobuki that are members of Bucciarati's team, and the other three are here now, so the only one who makes the request is Bucciarati.

Hearing the voice, several people who were doing their own things raised their heads. Bucciarati walked in, leading a boy wearing a knitted hat and a tight sweater. Because his hair was covered by the hat, it was impossible to tell what color it was.

After Kotobuki nodded and left the room, he heard Bucciarati introducing the newcomer to his team members, "He is Mista, our new team member."

Kotobuki didn't care about it, he just took the semi-finished product that the kitchen had prepared long ago and put it into the oven. The cheese sprinkled on the pizza melted with the high temperature, and the gravy overflowed. Even through the oven, you could smell the aroma that made you hungry.

When the time was almost up, Kotobuki put on heat-insulating gloves and took the pizza and the strawberry cake to the private room. As soon as he entered, he heard the newcomer, Mr. Mista, saying in an unbelievable voice, "What?! I'm the fourth person to join this team!"

While the others didn't care at all, Mista covered his head in despair, "It's not the 3rd or the 5th, why is it the 4th? This is clearly a clear request for my death!"

Bucciarati was the only one who spoke up, and he asked, "What happened to the fourth one?"

Mista: "Listen up, idiot! [4] is an unlucky number! When I was a kid, a neighbor's cat gave birth to four kittens. Someone adopted one of them, and the cat went blind in one of that person's eyes! Not only that, but my life becomes extremely unlucky whenever I encounter the number 4!"

"I was put in jail before because I fired 4 shots! There were clearly 3 people, but I fired 4 shots! Not 3 shots or 5 shots! It was 4 shots, so I was so unlucky!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Kotobuki." At this time, even the gentle Bucciarati didn't say anything, but nodded to Kotobuki who came in and watched him put the pizza on the table. Kotobuki used a knife to divide the pizza into 8 pieces before coming, so now he just had to start cutting.

Studying was exhausting, so Naranja was the first to take a piece. With him taking the lead, the others naturally went over to take some. Mista was probably a little hungry, and when he walked over, he found that 4 of the 8 pizzas that were originally very good had been taken away, leaving only 4.

Mista: “…………”

Mista: "...Do you really want me to die?!"

Bucciarati hadn't started eating yet. He thought for a moment and passed his portion over, "Then I'll give you mine."

Fugo couldn't stand it any longer. "But in the end, someone will definitely take the fourth piece, right?"

Mista said confidently: "So I say, this is the restaurant's fault, right? The restaurant should have been considerate enough to divide it into three portions in this case!"

Kotobuki had just spoken to Naranja and had not yet left. Hearing this, he blinked, walked over quietly, and took the remaining fourth portion very considerately. "Is that so?"

Mista was stunned and nodded stupidly, "...Ah, thank you."

Fugo snorted, "Is that all right?"

Maybe it was because of Mista's commotion that the gap between Mista and the Bucciarati team was not as deep as it was at the beginning. Kotobuki thought that he was a person who could easily get along with others.

Because there were too many numbers in the conversation, Naranja, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his hand while biting a pizza, "If 4 is an unlucky number, then will the bone that took the fourth piece be unlucky?"

Fugo held his forehead and said, "So, this is just superstition!"

Mista: “…”

Mista looked at Kokuba with a complicated and guilty look, "I'm so sorry! Your name is Kokuba, right? I will protect you during this time!"

Kotobuki: “…No, thanks.”

Mista originally wanted to pat Gu Kui's shoulder, but when he noticed the bandage wrapped around his neck, he slowed down his movements and put his hand on his shoulder instead, not even daring to use too much force. He smiled and said, "We already know each other, so don't be polite to me!"

Kotobuki: I'm really not polite, it's just that it's really not necessary.

After Kotobuki quietly left the room with the food tray, Mista said in surprise, "Isn't that guy one of our teammates?"

Naranja twirled the pen and answered, "No, Kotobuki is the chef here—"

Mista seemed to understand, pinching his chin and said, "Seeing how close you two are, I thought he was just making extra money."

Bucciarati shook his head and added, "He's just an ordinary guy. Remember to avoid him when it comes to gang matters."

Mista made a gesture of understanding, "OK, I remember it."

However, just after he finished speaking, they suddenly heard something fall to the ground, followed by a heavy door slamming shut. The gangsters' intuition told them that something had happened, and when they walked out, they saw some of the guests with blank expressions, and on the ground - the tray they had just seen.

Koku is no longer in the restaurant.

Bucciarati picked up the tray, frowned slightly, and ran out, but there was no trace of him.

He turned around immediately, "Apache!"

Apache, who was walking slowly behind, nodded, and a blue-purple humanoid substitute appeared behind him. "Moody Blues, time is adjusted to one minute ago."

Abbasi's stand can "rewind" to a specified time point and transform into a character that appears at that time and place, replaying his actions at that time. In other words, Blues Melancholy has now transformed into the appearance of Bone Ghoul, with a counter on his head.

The sixty seconds were successfully rewound almost instantly. "Replay begins."

Melancholy Blues pretended to hold something in his hands and quietly walked out of the room. Bucciarati said, "He's holding a tray."

As soon as he walked out, the Blues brand Gu Ku looked up as if he had discovered something and looked towards the door. In an instant, Gu Ku's pupils shrank and the "tray" in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Then, the sound that Bucciarati and the others had just heard in the private room was heard. Kotobuki slammed the door and walked out. Mista's eyes widened and he said, "Oops, that's terrible!"

Bucciarati asked: "What's wrong? Did you find anything?"

Mista replied: "I told you 4 is a very unlucky number! No one should have touched that pizza!"

Everyone: “…………”

Author's words: Giorno: I am really too kind that I didn't even steal the luggage.

Mida: I said you were very unlucky!

Narancia: Let me count... This is Chapter 80, which means... twenty 4s!

Mi4da: ………………

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