Great, we're doomed now!

"In short, send out the obituary first. If no one comes to claim the body within a month, close the case as a traffic accident and the driver fled the scene."

“I understand… Speaking of which, this person has two right hands, such an obvious feature that even if his face is completely disfigured, his family will definitely be able to recognize him.”

“Yes, both right hands…that’s really ominous.” The sheriff pulled down his hat brim.

France is a Catholic country (filial piety). Although it is the birthplace of various advanced ideas, many traditional concepts are still deeply rooted in people's hearts. Europe has never been a "gentle" place.

Before the 19th century, conditions like J. Kyle's were considered symbols of evil, and both the child and mother faced social discrimination. Later, advancements in biology provided scientific explanations for physical deformities, and Europeans ceased to be afraid—but discrimination never truly disappeared, and shows like "freak shows" didn't vanish until the late 20th century.

Of course, one thing at a time, J. Gale is indeed a scumbag who is worse than a demon, but this has nothing to do with his deformity; it is simply his nature.

Among the onlookers, a tall, conspicuous young man with spiky silver hair stood out, his calm gaze scanning the crowd. The sheriff's eyes narrowed when he saw him, and then their eyes met, exchanging a barely perceptible nod.

The young officer was left to clean up the mess. The sheriff walked out of the crowd and sat in his car to rest, while Bobo walked to the car door as if no one else was there. As the window rolled down, the two began to chat familiarly.

"It's alright, there won't be any trouble. Don't worry about your guest."

"Thanks, Uncle Pierre." Popo leaned back in the car and chuckled lightly. "Next time I come to your house for a meal, I'll bring a bottle of good wine."

“Sophie is someone I’ve watched grow up, and Shirley is like my own niece. Anyone who dares to hurt them, no matter where they come from, deserves this fate!”

Pierre lit a cigarette and exhaled two plumes of smoke from his nostrils, like an angry bull.

"These immigrants are getting more and more arrogant. We should get rid of as many troublemakers as possible."

"Hmm~"

Bobo pursed his lips. Although he hated J. Gale, he was a man who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment, and he did not take his anger out on immigrants or foreigners because of this.

Of course, he wouldn't say that in front of his elders, otherwise he'd be in for a scolding.

In order to accelerate reconstruction after World War II, France opened up its immigration policy. At first, it accepted Italians, then Spanish and Portuguese, and then Yugoslavs. By the 1980s and 1990s, it had become desperate and began to introduce people from its former colonies (Africa and Southeast Asia).

There isn't the scene of "full of vitality and everything thriving" that we'll see in the future. The social environment is relatively stable, but traditional and conservative middle-aged and elderly people look disgusted at the mention of immigration (which has proven to cause problems).

"But then again, what exactly happened to that person... No, I'd better not ask about that. As long as Sherry and Sophie are alright, that's all that matters."

J. Gale's death was suspicious, but the sheriff believed the two Catholic girls he had watched grow up and did not ask Bobo any more questions.

Bobo, however, looked away, gazing thoughtfully into the distance.

After learning about the situation from Shirley last night, he went to the crime scene alone without telling his sister and his new friend Ye Shou—mainly because he was afraid that the two of them would forget to finish him off due to their lack of experience.

The gruesome scene didn't frighten him, because if he were in that situation, he would have torn the man to pieces as well, and the man would have died a horrible death.

But after checking, he realized he couldn't call the police!

J. Kyle died from being crushed in the head by a powerful force, but it wasn't a fist or a blunt object. There were no signs of being beaten, and it certainly wasn't a vehicle collision. It was more like he was trampled to death by a six-ton ​​African elephant!

Humans cannot kill people in this way without special tools.

The wounds on Shirley and Sophie were clearly from sharp blades, while J. Kyle only carried a small knife, which he never pulled out.

There are too many doubts like these. If we hand them over to the police and the court, even with witness testimonies, it will definitely cause trouble for Ye Shou.

The Polnareff family values ​​gratitude and cannot treat their friends this way, so rather than calling the police, it's better to let it remain a cold case... well, it really is a cold case.

Now that this problem is solved, Polunarev should consider another matter:

Judging from Sherry's description and the traces at the scene, the other party used some kind of "invisible attack," and probably, like him, possessed an ability similar to "summoning a guardian knight"!

No one understands the difference between superpowered individuals and ordinary people better than Bobo. So, could Ye Shou, who killed such an enemy, also be one of them?

-

After finishing his business, Bobo first went to the hospital to visit Sophie.

Shirley, being strong-willed, had already gone home to rest since her injuries didn't prevent her from being active. Sophie, however, remained at the hospital, and her family rushed over, very worried. Fortunately, by the time Bobo arrived, the girl had already woken up, and the nurses were trying to get rid of Sophie's overjoyed parents.

After offering a few words of comfort to his elders outside, Polunarev, seeing that there was nothing urgent, rode his motorcycle to a hotel in town. The innkeeper said it was close to the port and he could smell the sea breeze.

When Bobo finally got the location from the boss and arrived at another street, he saw Ye Shou leaning against the railing, gazing at the undulating sea and rows of white sailboats. A sneaky seagull was trying to steal the bag of fries from his hand when he wasn't looking.

"So you were here."

Bobo kindly waited until a seagull snatched a French fry before speaking, startling it into flight.

Pole!

A pool of wet organic compound landed on the silvery, soaring head.

"You, you bastard! Come back here if you dare!"

It turns out that even the lazy French can become more irritable than the Russians in an instant.

"I never want to see you again!"

Ye Shou turned his head and watched as Bobo pulled out tissues, a comb, and hairspray from who-knows-where, and walked over while fixing his hair. Ye Shou almost suspected that this guy had a space-type Stand.

He only seems to have pockets on him, where did he put them?

"These guys have terrible personalities!"

He folded the comb, tucked it into his tight-fitting T-shirt, and secured it like a pen. Bobo acted as if nothing had happened, transforming back into a refined, gentlemanly boy.

"The hotels here are nice, but my rooms are much more comfortable. Besides, what would happen to the Polnareff family's reputation if we let our guests stay outside?"

Bobo wanted to persuade Ye Shou to stay at his house. Besides wanting to thank him and entertain him properly, he also wanted to let Ye Shou, a foreigner, avoid the limelight now that a murder case had just occurred.

"That won't work."

Ye Shou snapped out of his thoughts, smiled and shook his head: "It's not that I'm unwilling, but I declined your invitation for safety reasons."

Upon hearing this, Polnareff immediately became serious: "Whether it's the police or the judge, once you've moved into our house, the Polnareff family will never allow a guest to be taken away—I swear on my honor!"

"No, you misunderstood. What I meant was... I am dangerous in myself."

"Eh?"

Polnareff, do you believe in gravity?

"Gravity?" Bobo, still pondering Ye Shou's words, subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

"The encounters between people, like the movement of stars, are influenced by some unseen force, just like you and me, and Shirley Sophie."

And we'll meet again very soon!

"next time?"

Bobo pondered, "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

"That's hard to say, but Polnareff, you must remember one thing:"

Beware of women with two right hands!

Ye Shou said solemnly, "She will bring flames of hatred!"

Two right hands!

Polnareff instantly realized something: "Does that bastard have accomplices?"

"You'll definitely have a chance to see her. I'm also very curious to see what she'll look like... a frail old woman, or a glamorous and mysterious black pearl?"

Ye Shou chuckled twice, amusement in his eyes.

Seeing his unfathomable demeanor, Polnareff's eyes hardened, and he suddenly shifted his body, assuming a stance similar to that of a fencing enthusiast.

—【SilverChariot】!

A flash of metallic brilliance, as agile as an ancient knight, but composed entirely of pure armor, and a slightly slender silver figure appeared behind Polnareff.

Clang!

He drew his incredibly swift rapier, piercing the air at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye, emitting a high-frequency vibration that was inaudible to the ears.

In just half a second, the silver figure had already sheathed its sword and stood guard beside Bobo.

Half a meter to Ye Shou's left, a wooden railing, blown by the sea breeze, sent up a shower of debris, revealing a line of elegantly printed characters:

Polnareff!

"Oh?"

Ye Shou seemed to have just discovered it, and reached out to stroke the line of French text.

He is fluent in the six official working languages ​​of the United Nations, and has also learned some less common languages ​​out of interest—after all, he had a lot of free time for the first ten years or so, and had nothing to do except practice his vocabulary skills.

However, his handwriting has always been somewhat lacking. His teachers commented that he was too serious, and although the characters were beautiful, they lacked a lively and graceful charm.

Polnareff's signature is quite dashing—it might not be very noticeable in the original work, but Polnareff unexpectedly has a great artistic talent.

After all, he's a man whose dream is to become a comic artist.

"Can't you see...?"

Polnareff kept a close eye on Ye Shou's gaze, and seeing that he wasn't looking at the Silver Chariot, he withdrew his power with some disappointment.

Just then, Ye Shou suddenly asked him a question:

"Was your Silver Chariot equipped with a rapier from the beginning, or did it gradually become like this after you took a liking to swordsmanship?"

"!"

Bobo was first delighted, then surprised: "How did you know the name I gave it?!"

This is also a type of 'gravity':

"I didn't mean to pry into your secrets; I just knew it all along, which is why we're both drawn together by gravity, Polnareff!"

"Are you referring to... fate?"

Polnareff's forehead was beaded with sweat: "You really are a psychic, just like me!"

"substitute."

"what?"

"Just like your Silver Chariot, this ability that awakens from a person's spirit is called a 'Stand,' and you are the 'Stand User' who controls it!"

"Stand users... Are there many people like me?" Polnareff was overwhelmed by the amount of information he received, unsure whether to be happy or worried.

He was a naturally gifted athlete who had a stand-in from a young age, but due to his personality, he did not spend his childhood in solitude like a certain gourmet in green who skipped stones on water.

On the contrary, he was always quite cheerful.

Now that he's come into contact with someone of the same kind, he feels a little nervous: he had long thought that other superpowered individuals might appear in the world, but he never expected to encounter one so suddenly.

"However, I am not a Stand user—at least not yet."