Chapter 152 Undetected Murderous Intention

If you go to a wilderness with lush flowers and leaves in spring, you may be lucky enough to witness the clouds of pollen burning brilliantly in the sun.

It seems to be a spontaneous combustion phenomenon, but this highly ornamental pollen burning is actually a series of small-scale dust explosions.

In the open nature, such an explosion would not show any power.

But if these seemingly harmless pollen are concentrated in a small confined space, they can become an extremely lethal weapon.

Countless fine dusts filled the limited space. They collided and rubbed against each other, occupying every space.

Finally, an alien spark ignited.

The flaming bullets flew in from the outside world, igniting the tiny pollen they hit along the way.

In the tiny places that are invisible to the naked eye, between the electric light and flint that the human brain cannot distinguish, a small part of the pollen is ignited by the fire, and the heat it emits is quickly conducted to the surroundings, causing more pollen in the surroundings to be heated. Burn, let the burning cycle spread uncontrollably to farther and wider spaces.

The little bits of fire eventually turned into a prairie fire sea.

And all this happens in just a moment.

Giorno and others didn't even have time to escape from here. The powerful shock wave caused by the heat and vaporization of the dust enveloped them.

Fire suddenly appeared, strong winds rose, and they were about to be swallowed up by the flames and storm.

"Giorno!"

Almost instantly, Mista, Nalanja, Apaki, and Fugo made the same judgment.

They swarmed forward and used their bodies to protect Giorno.

This is not only due to companionship, but also because they know that Giorno is now the core figure in the team.

It doesn't matter if others are injured, as long as Giorno can be saved, he can use the golden experience to save all his seriously injured companions.

This simple yet brutal tactic worked.

When the fire storm struck, the first to face the attack were the four Mistas who were willing to use themselves as shields.

They blocked the scorching flames with their bodies, and cushioned the impact of the explosion with banks of flesh and blood.

In the end, the five people who were defending together were blown away several meters by the powerful shock wave.

The flames died down, the impact was eliminated, and the toilet behind everyone also cracked in countless cracks during the explosion, and seemed to be shattered into a pile of bricks and rubble at any time.

At this time, the backs of the four Mistas were completely blackened by the flames, and scarlet blood dripped from the corners of their mouths because their internal organs were injured by the impact.

They were all seriously injured in the explosion, and were even knocked unconscious by the shock wave.

Although he could still breathe, he obviously had no strength to fight anymore.

Fortunately, Giorno, who was protected by the four of them, was still conscious.

The impact of the explosion was mitigated by the bodies of his companions. By the time the force hit Giorno through the wall of flesh and blood, its power had been greatly reduced.

Of course, he still suffered some injuries.

The corners of his mouth were bleeding profusely and his mind was quite dizzy.

When the explosion subsided and the smoke filled the air, Giorno could barely stand.

But even so, he still stood tenaciously in the smoke that had not dissipated, standing side by side with his golden experience, looking back and glaring at Jamie Campbell who was standing far in front.

"Can you still stand up?"

"Haha. Dying struggle!"

Giorno's eyes were as fierce as fire, but they couldn't burn Jamie's smile full of excitement and satisfaction:

The outcome is decided.

Without the support of his four companions, and still seriously injured, it was impossible for Giorno to defeat him.

Although a substitute is a limitation of mental power, materiality determines consciousness, and mental power must rely on a strong body to be condensed.

A physically disabled stand-in is like an e-sports player with a bad cold. No matter how strong his spirit is, his strength will be greatly reduced.

"Haha. Cough cough cough cough."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Even though he couldn't stop the bouts of violent coughing, Jamie still smiled wantonly and openly despite the burning pain in his chest and lungs:

"I won, I won!"

"I once again used my power to defeat you, the so-called genuine one!"

This is an obsession that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Jamie, who was once rated as "without any creativity" by his school tutor, has been looking for a sense of satisfaction that he has been missing since he was a child through this unique method of "repaying him in kind":

He cannot create, but he still has talent.

No one can deny this.

But Giorno still looked at him so coldly, his eyes as calm as water, so calm that it was annoying.

That look seemed to say:

"Don't be too happy, you haven't won yet."

Jamie hated it when others looked at him like this, as if his wisdom and efforts had been completely rejected.

"go to hell!"

Jamie shouted with such excitement.

He took his four skin-changing substitutes and took a big step forward:

"Those enemies who despise me as a thief will eventually turn into powder in front of me!"

"You are no exception. Cough cough cough cough."

The heroic words were defeated by a violent cough.

Because of the sudden sharp pain in his chest and lungs, his body began to tremble and his steps began to freeze.

Jamie just clutched his chest and bent over, coughing violently. He looked like a prawn that was trembling in hot oil and had a red skin.

"How, how could this happen? How could my body become so weak?"

"Is it because of the pollen?"

Jamie looked at the pink blood foam he coughed up, his face as pale as paper:

"No. I shouldn't be allergic to pollen."

"Why is it so hard to breathe and why does my whole chest feel like it's burning right now!"

Giorno supported his bruised body, and his cold eyes became calmer:

"It seems to have taken effect."

"Effective?"

Jamie's body trembled, and a chill suddenly surged through his heart.

He resisted the pain and nausea that rushed straight to his brain, and asked in shock: "What on earth did you do to me?!"

"Haven't you found it yet?"

"Such a strong smell. I originally thought this plan might fail."

"Now it seems that the pollen you produced is also harming yourself - it blocks your nasal mucosa, making you lose your sense of smell and unable to smell the murderous intent hidden in the darkness."

In this still time, Giorno's voice sounded calmly.

"smell?"

"Did you smell something strange just now?"

Jamie carefully recalled all the smells he had smelled in the toilet.

At first, he could only smell a strong smell of disinfectant cleaner in the toilet because of the water remaining on the floor.

The smell was very pungent. It was obvious that the cleaning staff used the cheapest and most common chlorine-containing disinfectant on the market.

Then, what he smelled was the fragrance of flowers.

In order to control the snakes, he planted a sea of ​​impatiens flowers early next to him.

The floral fragrance was so strong that it covered up the smell of the residual disinfectant.

Then, he smelled the stench of animal offal.

The smell of blood mixed with organ fluids made it taste extremely bad.

Although unable to see in the dark, Jamie could still tell from the unique smell of animal offal that those were baits created by Giorno to distract the snakes.

Oh, by the way, when the stench hit, there was indeed a strong pungent smell coming out.

The smell was a bit like the residual disinfectant on the floor, but it was more irritating.

But at that time, the "Silver Experience" had already begun to produce excessive pollen for the subsequent dust explosion. His nasal passages were tightly blocked by pollen, and his sense of smell became extremely dull, so that the pungent smell no longer seemed attractive. People pay attention.

Immediately afterwards, he began to feel some discomfort in his respiratory tract.

But at the time, he only thought it was caused by inhaling too much pollen, so he didn't take the symptom to heart.

"Damn."

"What the hell is that smell?!"

Jamie was starting to get scared.

What he was afraid of was not that he was hit by mistake, but that he didn't even find out why he was hit after he was hit.

That means that he has completely lost in the competition with the "genuine product".

"Can't you think of it?"

"Let me tell you the answer!"

Giorno's voice was like a sharp blade, piercing his heart that was strong and competitive on the outside but fragile and sensitive on the inside:

"When I distracted the snakes, the entrails I created were cow stomachs."

"Why the stomach and not some other site where the structure is simpler and easier to create?"

"Because. Just like when you created the impatiens, you secretly produced excess pollen that should not appear in nature, when I created the cow's stomach, I also secretly produced an excess of cow stomach secretion - gastric acid."

"When the venomous snake bit the cow's stomach, the excess gastric acid secreted from the cow's stomach, far exceeding the normal concentration, was poured onto the floor where a large amount of disinfectant water remained."

"At this time, I asked my companions to cover their mouths and noses with me, hold their breath and stop breathing."

"Stomach acid?"

Jamie was stunned for a moment, and his pupils immediately shrank.

The clues connected together allowed him to figure everything out:

"The main component of gastric acid is hydrochloric acid, and the smell of the disinfectant water left on the ground will tell you that its main component should be sodium hypochlorite, the most common substance on the market."

"The reaction between sodium hypochlorite and excess hydrochloric acid will produce chlorine gas!"

Thinking of this common sense of life that all junior high school students knew, the color completely drained from his face.

Jamie covered his chest, which felt like it was being burned by fire, and murmured to himself in disbelief:

"Am I suffering from chlorine poisoning?"