The Wonderful Journey of the Best Villain

Chapter 6: Close the door

A howitzer roared towards the sofa where Jonson was before, with heat and fire. A loud noise, the fire soared into the sky, and the gravel splashed. It broke a big hole on the spot. One wall was almost instantly destroyed. Jonson and Jimmy were killed. The huge shock was thrown away.

Crushed stones were poured on their heads, and Jonson crawled out of the thrown corner, inserted a large piece of glass in his right shoulder, and intense dull pain came from his shoulder.

Because his adoptive father was facing outwards, his stomach was directly opened, and the white and red intestines flowed out, arching up like dried shrimps.

"Yeah!"

From the window came the clear and sharp laughter of the hideous children, and a wooden doll stood on the erratic window sill, holding a portable grenade gun, with cruel terror.

Just looking at it like this, Jonson judged it to be a stand-in attack.

Jonson is not a stand-in messenger. Don't even want to see a stand-in, but the doll holding a howitzer is bathed in the moonlight, a few meters away, and can still feel the weird feeling emanating from it.

He recalled that his adoptive father also saw the red light in the puppet's eyes, and completely ruled out the possibility of his miracle and suddenly awakening the protagonist's halo.

This may be a stand-in who is specially possessed.

I glanced at the phone in the entrance garden, and then thought about the number of Jotaro Kujo I put in the baseball uniform today. I regretted why I didn’t memorize it. It was the invincible Jotaro of the Platinum Star. It was life-saving. Phone number!

Get the phone in the bedroom first, and then call him in the home garden.

But the distance was too far, and all the routes were exposed to the enemy's line of sight.

—It's no help, wait for death.

The opponent is a stand-in messenger, and he can't even see the stand-in. How to fight?

At least the other party should be some kind of possessed stand-in.

Thinking of this with bated breath, he quietly lifted up his adoptive father, and when the smoke cleared, he peeked at the puppet to observe its location.

But at this glance, the puppet instantly discovered the position of Jonson. The howitzer shell made a crisp sound, like the sound of death. Jonson saw it load the wrench, and the red flame was twice as large as the ordinary muzzle from the pitch black. Popped out of the bullet hole.

This is obviously not a villain who likes to talk and explain the cause and effect, otherwise he would probably not shoot so decisively.

Jonson's physical fitness far exceeds that of his brain, as if something is pulling him up to his adoptive father Jimmy's body. Flew out towards the distance.

But obviously not so lucky this time. The familiar heat wave boiled again. They were bounced off by the shock wave before they completely avoided. Jonson felt the momentum behind him and hit the wall behind, which happened to fall into the basement. The huge ceiling just happened to fall on him again, he vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

"Yah ah ah~" The puppeteer laughed with cruel joy, jumping all over the room.

The will to survive was too strong. Jonson felt the passage of time. He woke up from a coma with several broken bones. Because the back of his head was hit by the ceiling, he was dizzy and couldn't stop vomiting.

"Oh oh oh~"

Jonson heard the puppet's voice echoing throughout the villa, and he couldn't help but let his dull brain wake up, knowing that the crisis had not yet been resolved.

Turning his head to look at what he is holding tightly in his hand, a pale arm, the broken wrist shattered like a sponge, and black blood is still flowing...

Jonson was stunned, knowing that his stepfather had already left the world, and this middle-aged man in his forties had completely deserted others.

There is no farewell to life and death, there is no cheap trick of dying to save him, just die like this, there is no life like autumn leaves...

Although he has only been together for less than four months, he is already a flesh and blood person in Jonson's world. His heart will beat, cry, laugh, and treat himself as a real son...

Jonson felt it deeply, and stared into the abyss called death...

He remembered the golden wind he saw when he was just crossing. Gioruno Chopana said: "The so-called enlightenment is not the idea of sacrifice, but the opening of a bright road of rational progress in the dark wilderness!"

Really talk big, Giorno Chopana...thinking in death despair, that only the person you chose this day can drive that way...

Not everyone who is fully enlightened can open that bright road...

Pulling his head out of the gravel, shaking the dust on it, his golden hair became messy and messy, and his distinctive red eyes looked extremely cold.

Jonson climbed out of the gravel with difficulty, and tried his best to hide in his old closet. A rat disaster broke out in Texas one year. This old cabinet was gnawed by rats with a few big holes. Completely slept in the basement.

"Yah ah ah~ ah ah ah~"

The puppet’s laughter kept coming. It flew up and down in the villa, carefully inspecting an inch of the place, and the laughter was getting closer.

Judging from the laughter, the puppet was still looking for Jonson's location, but found nothing and ended up in the basement.

Jonson's heart tightened, restraining his trembling body, and covering his mouth. The cold sweat flowed down, and the pain caused by the fracture of his body and the deep bone wound on his right shoulder was thrown behind his head. It's an unprecedented sense of tension.

Because he heard the sound of "Kappa" sounded by the operation of the wooden joints clearly outside the wardrobe door.

The wooden hands touched the metal wardrobe door handle, there was a crisp sound, and the aging wardrobe door made a sharp cry when it opened...

There is nowhere to hide in the narrow closet. Jonson is a dead end. He is relatively large and sits sideways in the closet. He closed his eyes and covered his mouth out of fear, completely exposed to the moonlight penetrating the basement...

And, under the sight of the puppet.

Death is a matter of a moment, and there won’t be any invincible Chengtaro yelling "Canteen Splashing Spicy Sauce·Smashing and Digging Lots"...

Yes, life is not a novel. How can so many miracles happen? I am not the first to travel through, and it is impossible to be the last...

Jonson accepted death completely, his body stopped shaking, and the hand covering his mouth was put down, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was drowned in the darkness.

Wait to die.

Laughing at life and death, he had a complete epiphany.

Seeing his puppet motionless, his neck turned, it seemed that he was looking for something in the closet with unobstructed views, and then...

Close the closet door...

The door is closed...

Closed

Up...

What? ? Did you **** shut the door? ?

Won't you kill me? ?

Didn't you **** come to kill me?

More than 10,000 grass mud horses galloped past their hearts, watching the closet door that was opened and closed, Jonson was completely stunned...

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