JOJO: Possessing Diavolo at the Start

At that moment, the white cloth moved slightly and then sat up straight.

Diablo was so frightened that he immediately closed his eyes. "Amitabha, Hallelujah, my God! Pucci, we have our own grievances and debts, your death has nothing to do with me. If you want revenge, go find your brother."

The weather forecaster couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed Diablo's hand, which was clasped in prayer. "Look closely! He's not dead yet!"

At that moment, Diablo opened his eyes and found the White Snake sitting on the bed. "Oh, White Snake, long time no see?"

The White Snake clenched her little fists excitedly, "Yes, yes, I missed you so much!"

Seeing them chatting so happily, the weather forecaster was speechless again. "Where's Pucci? Let him out!"

Hearing the weather forecast say that, the White Snake was no longer as weak as before, after all, we have someone backing us up!

Diablo is standing right there! What's there to be afraid of?

"I'm warning you, if you dare to act so recklessly again, believe me, I'll beat you up! My boss is right here... ugh!"

Diablo gave the weather forecast an awkward smile, then whispered to the white snake, "Don't provoke him."

"No, why should we back down? Let's just fight him... um." The White Snake had just regained her ability to speak when Diablo covered her mouth again.

"He can fight back, he can fight back... Isn't he a decent worker? We're counting on him to beat people up for us in the future!"

Upon hearing Diablo's words, the White Serpent suddenly realized, "It has to be Diablo! He's so far-sighted! No wonder he's the man she acknowledges."

Diablo released the white snake's mouth.

"White Snake, where is Pucci? I've come to check on him, but he won't come out." Diablo looked around the room curiously, but couldn't see Pucci anywhere.

Seeing that they hadn't noticed, the White Snake smiled smugly, "Can't find it, can you? Look here!" With that, the White Snake suddenly opened the wardrobe door.

Pucci, whose body was already wrapped in bandages and had broken bones, was now twisted in pain as he was being stuffed into the cabinet.

"White Snake, you son of a bitch... slow down, slow down!"

The white snake yanked Pucci out and threw him back onto the bed.

"Isn't it because I'm afraid your own brother will come and kill you? Of course I have to hide you well!" The White Snake looked at the weather forecast with a resentful expression.

“Your crimes are enough for me to kill you, Enrique!” the weather forecaster said, preparing to strike.

Fortunately, Diavolo wasn't really going to watch the show, and Crimson King intervened to stop Weather Forecast's Stand punch.

"Weather... is that what it's called? I remember your name is..." It had been so long that Diablo had almost forgotten the real name of the weather forecast.

“Dominic Pucci.” Pucci hadn’t forgotten his brother’s name; he had always remembered it.

"Don't call me Pucci, my last name isn't Pucci!" The weather is very averse to that surname.

“Alright, alright, then I'll refer to it as Weather.” Diablo realized something. “Weather, are you really going to kill Pucci? Kill your own brother?”

"He's not my biological brother!" Even now, the weather forecaster still refuses to acknowledge him!

Even though they had chatted and gotten along like brothers before retrieving the memory disc, the weather forecaster regretted it after regaining his memories.

Why is he searching for these memories? These memories that cause him pain!

"Is that so?" Diablo was completely different from before.

The reason he acted that way just now was simply to see how far the relationship between the weather forecaster and Pucci had progressed, and whether there was any possibility of a comeback.

Moreover, that would also help to ease the tension and prevent the weather from getting too angry right away.

Diablo is quite skilled in this area.

“Do you really hate Pucci just because of his sins?” Diablo walked toward the weather forecast. “But as far as I know, he hasn’t done anything bad since he met me when he was fifteen, has he?”

"The only thing that might make you resentful is that they took away your memory disc..."

No! That's not the reason!

Before he could finish speaking, the weather forecaster suddenly became agitated and started shouting!

“Isn’t that right?” Diablo had already stood in front of the weather forecaster, staring intently into his eyes.

"Could it be because of Pera?" Diablo deliberately mentioned Pera.

Sure enough, upon hearing this name, the weather forecast seemed to instantly lose all its strength and collapsed to the ground, weeping.

He knew Pera was still alive, but she still couldn't wake up.

"Are you resentful?" Diablo, seeing this, also squatted down and looked at the weather forecast that was trembling with tears.

"You resent Pucci for letting that guy investigate you, which is why Pella can't wake up?"

“No…” Tianqi said, choking back tears, “I don’t resent those discriminatory scumbags.”

"The one I resent is Pucci!"

"He made me unable to look my beloved in the eye anymore, Pera... my own sister!" Weather Forecast burst into tears.

Meanwhile, the weather outside suddenly became strange; it was sunny and clear one moment, and then it started pouring rain.

At that moment, the mayor looked out at the heavy rain and silently watched the weather forecast on TV. "Not a drop of rain will fall all day today, please feel free to go out..."

Chapter 305 The Three Pucci Siblings

韦斯特马克效应

The term is academically known as "negative sexual imprinting," and it was coined by Finnish anthropologist Edward Westermark in 1981.

This effect evolved initially to prevent inbreeding; simply put, it means that people are less sexually attracted to partners they grew up with.

Especially those who are related by blood.

Therefore, the idea that most childhood sweethearts are born out of nowhere actually has a scientific basis!

However, there is one special case, which is weather forecasts and Pella.

They didn't grow up together, but they are related by blood. Even siblings who grow up together can develop feelings of attraction to each other because of their blood ties.

Of course, almost all feelings are neutralized by the Westermark effect, resulting in only feelings similar to familial affection existing between them.

This is why people with siblings may unconsciously dislike their siblings, but when faced with certain situations, they can be more sincere and intimate with them than with strangers.

Pera and the weather forecaster had never met each other since childhood. More than ten years later, their blood ties led them to fall in love more easily than they had with other people.

"So, it's a mistake for you two to be together." Lying on the hospital bed, Pucci no longer minced words and stated the truth directly.

Upon hearing this, the weather forecaster lay on the ground and cried even harder.

The white snake, meanwhile, smugly watched the weather from the side.

Who told him to hurt Pucci? Cry, cry as much as you can!

Seeing this, Diablo helplessly sat down on a chair to the side, secretly rubbing his forehead, "This is troublesome."

He never expected things to turn out this way.

Or rather, he misunderstood the purpose of his visit from the very beginning.

The weather forecaster never intended to kill Pucci, and he didn't bring me here so that I would find a reason to let Pucci go.

He wanted me to help him find a way out!

"Um, the weather... maybe we should stop crying for now?" Diablo was a little worried about his mental state.

I originally thought the weather forecast wouldn't care much about this, but after seeing this, it seems the weather also despises his behavior.

That would be troublesome.

Don't ruin such a good prospective employee! I'm counting on him to work for me in the future!

"The weather!" Diablo exclaimed when he realized that reasoning with him wasn't working, so he grabbed him and pulled him up. The man was crying his eyes out, but Diablo didn't hesitate to punch him in the face.

"Yes! One more punch!" For some reason, the White Snake became unusually excited when he saw the weather forecast get punched.

Pucci felt a pang of heartache upon seeing this, for this was, after all, his brother.

Over the years, he has frequently contacted Xinyuan to inquire about his younger brother's living conditions and has sent them a considerable amount of money.

When his younger brother turned out this way, Pucci initially thought it was his fault.

But seeing his younger brother suffer greatly after regaining his memories, he realized that his brother wasn't hating him; he hated this pathetic and ridiculous fate just like him!

Who can say for sure what will happen in this world, whether it be good or bad?

If it weren't for her congenital toe deformity, she might very well have taken her brother's place and caused all of this again.

In response, Pucci looked at Diablo, the guy who had changed the fate of many, he must have a way!

Looking at the weather forecast and Pucci's helpless eyes, Diablo hesitated.

Can I really solve their problems? I'm also troubled by something myself right now.

Is this equivalent to a doctor who is ill treating patients with other illnesses?

After thinking it over, Diablo decided to let them calm down a bit, so he grabbed the weather forecast and left.

Before leaving, he specifically reminded the White Snake, "Keep an eye on Pucci, don't let him do anything foolish!"

"Yes, sir!" The White Snake stood there saluting meticulously, like a soldier receiving an order. "If he dares to run around, I'll shove him under the bed!"

"Hey, White Snake, whose stand-in are you anyway?" Pucci looked at White Snake speechlessly.

Diablo, of course, had no idea how to deal with the two guys, so he left the ward with the weather forecast.

As I passed a room, the weather forecast seemed a bit hesitant.

Diablo glanced at the sign, which read "Pera Pucci," indicating that the person inside was his and Pucci's younger sister, Pera.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Diablo didn't give the weather forecast a chance to stop him and went straight in.

At that moment, the two female caregivers inside had just finished wiping Pera's body and dressing her. "Who are you? Outsiders are not allowed in here."

Seeing the burly caregiver preparing to roll up her sleeves, Diablo quickly explained that he and Pucci were good friends and he had only come to visit Pera.

Seeing that he didn't seem like a bad person, the female caregiver put down the IV stand she was holding, still somewhat doubtful. She exchanged glances with another female caregiver, the smaller of whom then ran out.

"You're going to ask Pucci, right?" Diablo didn't seem to care; instead, he was quite composed.

They were relieved when the caregiver returned and shared the news.

Diablo glanced at the two female caregivers and thought, "Good heavens, they've even hidden guns under their clothes."