Chapter 48 The Goddess of Victory and the other two jumped in without hesitation...
Without hesitation, the two men jumped into the sea, their blood floating up like thin silk in the ocean. Jolyne Kujo's heart tightened, and she quickly looked at Mari beside her, only to see a horrific bloody hole in her left thigh from the bullet.
The sea water and the wound were so painful that one could imagine how painful it was just by looking at it with the naked eye. However, Mary only frowned and did not slow down her swimming speed.
The blue thread wound around Mary's waist. Mary looked towards its source and saw the resolute face of Jolyne Kujo. Unable to speak underwater, Jolyne Kujo could only express her kindness and determination to help Mary through her actions.
She hoped to drag Mary away with her own strength
Mary did not refuse. An unfamiliar warmth flowed into her heart, and she did not realize that she was smiling.
Thanks to Jolyne Kujo's good swimming skills and the help of her stand, they managed to avoid the pursuit of the prison guards and escaped from the prison in a true sense.
The moment the water broke, Jolyne Kujo immediately went to check on Mari's wound. "Are you okay?! I still have some money on me, you should be able to see a doctor... huh?" Looking at the other person's intact thigh, Jolyne Kujo touched it again and again in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? Are you Superman?"
"Maybe?" Mary said. "Stop touching me. You're making me itchy."
"Oh oh." Jolyne Kujo withdrew her hand embarrassedly and pulled Mary up from the ground.
She hadn't eaten for over sixteen hours, and her stomach was growling with hunger. Suffering from the dizziness of low blood sugar, Jolyne Kujo tried to think of what to do.
First, she had to go see how her mother was doing and tell her that she was fine now. Then... she had to find the SPW Group and her great-grandfather and ask them to collect clues and clear her of the grievances. She was not the one who should have gone to jail.
It was true that it was difficult for her to avoid the surveillance cameras and the police outside on her own, but if she was with Mary, she had no worries at all.
But she never expected that Mary had no intention of leaving.
"I'm going to wait here for Fanny Valentine to come. If he doesn't show up within three days, I'm going to have to find him some other way."
"Huh?! Don't you know how dangerous it is to stay here?!" Kujo Jolyne said in disbelief: "Those prison guards will be driving over soon to search this area. Are you sure?" Her eyes rolled and widened exaggeratedly: "Oh my God, that blond man you are talking about, he can't be your lover!"
As if recalling some bad memories, Xu Lun gritted his teeth and warned her: "I'm telling you, don't trust men. Trusting men will bring you bad luck for the rest of your life!"
On the other side, Fanny Valentine sneezed, and the man sitting opposite him kindly pushed a tissue in front of him: "Please use it."
"Thank you, Father Pucci." Fani Valentine took the tissue and looked at the priest in front of him directly: "If you hadn't saved me, I would definitely be surrounded by trouble now."
The man before him nodded calmly, his voice neither hurried nor slow, easily putting people at ease. "Since you brought it up, I won't beat around the bush. I want to know how exactly you ended up in the men's prison."
"I think you know better than me, Father." Fanny Valentine said with a half-smile. "I've seen and heard a lot since I walked from the prison to this room. I thought the priest wouldn't lie, but you've broken my mind."
The dark-skinned man didn't even blink. His dark eyes stared straight into his own. His aura was like a black snake emerging from wool, sending a chill down his spine. "So I'm looking forward to your answer." He tilted his head slightly. "If what you say doesn't align with the facts, then I can only say I can't help you with what's next."
"But I think you shouldn't test others. Everyone is wary of strangers, isn't that right?" Fanny Valentine folded his fingers and rested them on his chin. "For a priest, you seem a little too concerned."
"As someone being questioned, you talk a little too much."
Both sides thought at the same time, what a difficult guy.
They drank some hot tea in tacit understanding, breaking the tense atmosphere.
"Well, Mr. Valentine..."
"Do you know Dio?"
Seeing the other man's uncontrollable shock, Fani Valentine knew his gamble was right. He now had the initiative. "A priest who knows vampires—how interesting." He stood up and looked down at the man. "I don't like meaningless conversation. I think we can get to the real topic."
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Mary couldn't understand why Kujo Jolyne was so excited: "Well... I don't think there is much trust between him and me."
"Then why are you waiting for him?"
"...Because I need him to take me back. I am not from this time and space."
Jolyne Kujo was stunned. She looked at Mari at a loss, as if she would disappear from her sight in the next second.
This feeling... is so strange.
Xu Lun's head was in a tizzy after so much, but she forced herself to cheer up. "I still hope you'll come with me." She kneaded the back of her neck with her right hand and said with a frown, "Judging from the current situation, the possibility of you running into him here is far lower than the possibility of you running into a prison guard."
"Although it's a bit embarrassing to say this, our family is quite wealthy and has a wide network of contacts. Instead of you waiting here like an idiot, why not come with me and use the SPW Group's high-tech technology to search for clues?"
The waves rose and fell rhythmically, making a noisy yet inexplicably peaceful sound. Kujo Jolyne stretched out his hand toward the woman in front of him, and she gently handed him her hand.
The two hands clasped together powerfully, and they began to move towards the distance.
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"Do you believe in the existence of saints?"
Pucci felt that this question from the blond man was indescribably absurd: "The Lord is everywhere. If I didn't believe, I couldn't become a priest."
"Then do you have any evidence that he really exists?" The man in front of him tapped the table with his knuckles, which could easily make people feel anxious, but Pucci would not do as he wished.
"You can read books on this subject. It's your choice whether to believe it or not. I will never impose my will on others." Pucci continued speaking at a leisurely pace.
"That's it."
Unable to figure out the other person's intentions, Pucci suppressed his displeasure. He absolutely disliked the feeling of being led around by the nose. "Mr. Valentine, I think you should keep your distance from me. Please return to your chair."
This time, the man actually obeyed and sat down in his previous seat. He didn't pretend to be pensive. "So there's nothing here either?" He threw out this incoherent question and abruptly changed the subject. "I'm curious why Dio didn't suck your blood dry. What's so special about you?"
Fani Valentine particularly liked to use the fewest possible cards to achieve the most impressive results. Father Pucci's knuckles twitched slightly, but he immediately suppressed his little movement. "What about you? What is your relationship with Dio?"
"I know his past. It's still a human past." Fani added two sugar cubes to the tea and stirred it carelessly with a teaspoon. "What do you think this means?"
Pucci clutched the black robe at his knees. What this man knew was indeed far beyond his expectations. Could it be that... he was also a part of DIO's plan?
If this guy is also a Stand user, can he inflict a heavy blow on the Joestar family? What exactly is his ability?
But one thing was certain: this man was no ordinary person. Just chatting with him was enough to give him a headache. If he tried to exploit him, he might backfire. But outlining his plan directly was also impossible. After years of planning, there couldn't be any mistakes.
Maybe locking him up in prison like Jolyne Kujo and keeping him under your watchful eyes would be the best option.
As long as he told the prison guards that the man had broken in intentionally and had some ulterior motive, he would be locked up. Just when Pucci was determined to do so, he heard unbelievable news.
"You mean... that prisoner... Kujo Jolyne escaped from prison?" He could hardly control his expression. That little girl had only been in prison for less than a day, and she had already managed to escape. What a joke!?
2, 3, 5...
Calm down
7, 11, 13...
"I'm very curious, how did she do it? As far as I can remember, no prisoner has ever successfully escaped from this prison." Or is it the variable Fani Valentine who is causing trouble?
Facing the gentle priest, the prison guard naturally talked about everything: "This... I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. There's a woman like Superman beside her. Did they take her out?"
"oh?"
Finding that the priest didn't think he was crazy and was still observing him carefully, the prison guard mustered up the courage to continue: "A brown-haired woman took the prisoner out single-handedly. Do you know how terrifying she is? She can actually carry people on her back and still run away at full speed. Her speed may be faster than a cheetah..."
A look of fear appeared on his face. Precisely because he had done so many bad things, the prison guards' fear of ghosts and gods far exceeded that of ordinary people. "And you know what? She could use ordinary decorations as weapons to kill seven prison guards. And each piece of metal perfectly penetrated their heads. Oh my God..."
"Calm down, it's not a big deal." He patted the prison guard's shoulder in a comforting tone, and at the same time, he was comforting himself with these words: "What does that woman look like? Have you retrieved it from the surveillance footage?"
"No... She has been consciously avoiding surveillance. None of the cameras captured her face. Only witnesses could see that she had brown hair..."
His heart was beating irregularly, and memories in his mind began to surge uncontrollably. Pucci was caught off guard and recalled the conversation.
"Do you have regrets in your life, Dio?"
The man in the darkness closed the book in his hands, his tone unrecognizable as either joy or anger: "Oh? So this is how I am in your heart?"
In the night, Enkripchi stroked the uneven surface of the book cover, feeling the name with his fingertips: "I don't define others with my own eyes. I'm just curious."
The man on the bed stood up and went to the window to look at the moon. Pucci also saw Dio's expression clearly in the moonlight. It was no longer aggressive, but... Pucci couldn't put it into words. Sometimes, it's difficult for people to describe that kind of subtle feeling.
DIO seems to be... missing something at this moment?
"My biggest regret is my lack of judgment. I let go of someone who could change someone's fate." Dio turned around, not looking at the moonlight, but looking directly into Pucci's eyes. "I think you can feel the pull of fate, right? You'll find that no matter how hard you struggle, no matter how you try to do things beyond the ordinary, in the end, it's still all part of fate."
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"But she is different. She is the only one who can rewrite fate. Every time she comes to my side, I can feel the possibility of escaping my previous fate. But if I don't seize it the first time, I will never be able to catch it again."
"Why?" Pucci asked involuntarily, "Why can't you catch it?"
Dio didn't reply. He lay back on the bed and flipped through the book he hadn't finished reading. Just when Pucci thought he wouldn't answer, Dio spoke: "Perhaps, you will meet her too. When you do, you will understand everything I've described."
"Father Pucci, are you okay?" The prison guard's words brought him back to his senses. He smiled and said, "Sorry, I was distracted."
"It's okay," he shook his head and continued to ask, "By the way, Father Pucci, what about this man?" He came here to inquire about Fani Valentine's situation. If this man really had a big problem, he would temporarily detain him in prison for a few days.
"Oh, he's just a lost lamb." Pucci looked at Fani Valentine who was leaning against the door frame. The other party had obviously heard the previous conversation, and his smile was much more genuine than before.
"I had a long and serious conversation with him and found him to be a sincere man. But I'm a clergyman, so I'm sorry I can't share our conversation." Pucci said, then walked towards Fani Valentine and said in a low voice, "You know who she is."
"Of course," Fanny Valentine said, "She is my goddess of victory, so I know clearly that I cannot fail."
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