Chapter 61: Hiding Place
"Yes, it's catkins."
In Giorno's magical voice, the willow catkins floating in the air froze in time:
“I don’t know if you have ever played a game like this…”
"When the ground is covered with catkins in the spring, throw a match on it."
"Wow... With just a tiny spark, the catkins all over the street will quickly ignite into a gorgeous sea of fire like a lit gunpowder fuse."
(Don’t imitate this, or you’ll end up in jail.)
"Because willow seeds contain natural oils, and their flocculent fiber structure allows them to have a large contact area with the air, there is sufficient oxygen supply."
"And in order to be able to fly so lightly, they have to have an extremely low water content."
"so…"
Through the thick fog, these extremely heavy words rang out clearly:
"Catkins, this seemingly harmless little thing is actually a flammable substance that is more dangerous than gasoline!"
"And you..."
Giorno turned sideways and stood firm, one hand subconsciously tucked at his waist, and the other hand pointed firmly and forcefully at the "thick fog":
"While you were busy chasing me, these flammable and dangerous creatures have completely wrapped around your bodies!"
"Do you understand now?"
"The moment you stepped into this 'thick fog', you walked into my trap!"
“…”
Hearing this, Fuge and Narancia's faces became extremely ugly.
They looked at their current situation:
There are willow catkins on my body, under my feet, and flying in the air.
These ordinary white plant seeds fill every space around. Not only do they not look dangerous, but they also have a hazy and ethereal beauty.
But now, all it takes is a tiny spark and they will bring the horrifying fire demon to the world.
"It's over... It's over..."
"It's no use running anywhere... We've already... We've already entered the center of the sea of fire!"
Narancia's voice was already trembling, and Fugo's face turned pale:
"No...I can't stop thinking...Is there any way..."
"Is there any way to escape?"
They both looked around nervously, but all they saw was white.
At this time, Giorno had taken out a lighter from his arms.
He picked up this free lighter with fine workmanship and exquisite appearance while drinking tea in that high-end restaurant - he had no choice, as a poor child born by a father but not raised by his father, he had to live a frugal life.
"So…"
“Burn!”
The lighter created sparks, which then collided passionately with the gasoline on the ground.
The volatile oil gas exploded in the flames, and the flames rising into the sky instantly stimulated the huge energy hidden in the willow catkins.
boom!
The thick willow catkins covering the ground turned into fire spirits in an instant.
The scarlet flames spread along the white carpet, covering the entire street with the bright and deadly red color.
Flames shot up into the sky and the earth turned to charcoal.
The blurry figures of Fugo and Naranja hidden in the "thick fog" had not yet become clear when they were instantly engulfed by the blazing flames.
“Ahhh!!”
Soon, a shrill scream was heard from the fire.
Perhaps it was because the fire was too fierce, or perhaps it was because the injuries were too severe, the screams only lasted for a moment and then disappeared with a trembling tail.
All that was left was the whistling sound of the wildly dancing fire and wind.
Giorno stood quietly outside the sea of fire, his golden hair trembling in the wind.
"Did you win?"
He breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the clear sky:
The Aerosmith that was originally hovering in the sky had disappeared, and all that remained were red fire, white clouds, and blue sky.
Then, the fire gradually died down.
Willow catkins burn just like black powder, the fire starts quickly and goes out quickly.
After the tsunami-like fire wave surged past, all that was left was a piece of black charred embers with thick smoke and sparks of fire.
Of course, the bark of many roadside trees was set on fire, and the facades of several unlucky shops were burned.
But this has nothing to do with Giorno.
That is the aftermath that the firefighters should deal with.
"It should be successful..."
"I don't know how Li Qing is doing now, so we should go and meet him as soon as possible."
Giorno thought so in his heart.
He waved his hand to clear away the disturbing burning smoke, and stepped on the black embers where the heat and sparks were still lingering.
The alley where Li Qing disappeared was at the other end of the road, and Giorno had to turn around and cross the fire.
However, at this moment...
"wrong!"
After walking back a few steps on the embers, Giorno suddenly stopped.
The smoke was too thick to see clearly just now, but now that he was closer, he was shocked to find:
"Those two guys...are gone!"
"There is no trace of them on the ground!"
Giorno held his breath and looked intently at the ground covered with thick black ash:
No…nothing.
There was nothing on the ground except the ashes of burnt willow catkins.
Two living people...or possibly corpses, just disappeared like that.
"Where are they?"
Giorno nervously observed the scene around him, but in the end he only saw ashes flying all over the sky.
"How is this possible..."
"Could it be that they have some kind of stand ability that can teleport?"
"No... If they had this trick, they should have used it when they were chasing me just now."
"That means... they must still be here, hiding somewhere nearby!"
As he thought this in his heart, he concentrated on examining everything around him:
There were none on the road, nor in the cars on the roadside, and they couldn't possibly run further away in the fire...
Then the only possibility is...
underground?
Giorno's expression changed slightly, and he tentatively fixed his gaze on the dark ground.
As he moved forward carefully, he asked Golden Experience to use his feet to clear away the embers piled on the ground.
The ground, the ground, just the ordinary ground...
And just at this moment…
"What is that?!"
Giorno stopped and vaguely saw a round outline on the ground.
Then his face changed and he took a big step back without hesitation .
After all, if things were as he imagined, he could never risk stepping into the range of the enemy's stand.
But the enemy's attack still followed.
It's not the purple smoke that has insufficient range, but...
"Aerosmith!"
On the black and gray ground, a round discus suddenly rose into the air - it was a manhole cover.
Then, like a rocket rising into the sky from a missile silo, the Aerosmith blew its propellers with all its might and quickly climbed up from under the opened silo cover.
Bang, bang, bang, bang——
There was a rapid and dangerous burst of machine-gun fire.
Even though Giorno had taken some precautions beforehand, it was still difficult for him to avoid Aerosmith's machine gun fire at such a close distance.
The tiny and fast bullet slanted out in the firelight, and in the blink of an eye, it hit half of Giorno's shoulder without reservation.
"Well!"
Giorno groaned in pain and staggered back two steps.
At the same time, he subconsciously cast his gaze towards the round hole that suddenly opened on the ground:
This is an ordinary sewer manhole, about half a meter in diameter, barely enough for two men to fit in.
And Fugo and Narancia were hiding there.
They pressed together tightly, struggling to stay close to the entrance.
Obviously, the place is full.
“Hahaha… didn’t expect that, did you?”
"When the fire came, there was a manhole right under our feet!"
Although their faces were squeezed together and their expressions were a little funny, Fugo and Naranja's eyes were still full of confidence:
"It seems that fate is still on our side!"
