Diapolo was furious.

No matter who it is, I suddenly heard a "fortune teller" shouting that he "will be a bloody disaster within three days", and I will definitely not feel very good.

What Diapolo was really angry was that although he didn't want to admit it, he really believed Scrolibi's nonsense about "fate".

Because he has always been a person who believes in fate.

More than ten years ago, when Diapolo was just an ordinary serial murderer, he once met a fortune teller named Enya in Egypt, and got a prediction from her, a prophecy:

"You will become an emperor hidden in the darkness."

"Light and darkness, appearance and interior, as long as this secret exists for a day, the death of others will continue to bring you happiness and your glory will never fade."

This prediction was obviously fulfilled.

Diapolo has also carefully concealed his true identity, followed the trajectory written by fate, and enjoyed the inexhaustible glory in the dark.

But now

According to this mysterious substitute messenger, he seems to have become the abandoned child of fate.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible"

Diapolo roared in a low voice:

"I don't believe you must be talking nonsense and trying to interfere with my mind!"

“Does this make sense?”

Scolibi sighed softly: "We are all just slaves of fate."

"Whether resisting or not believing, this is useless."

"Instead of deceiving yourself, it is better to accept your destiny calmly, touch the "rolling stone" and let it bring you painless death."

Although Scolibi is now forced to turn his back to him, Diapolo can still make up for his eyes

It must be a look of looking at the dying person, which contains a disgusting pity.

"Damn it!"

"How could I be judged by a small stone, my fate, Diapolo?"

He gritted his teeth tightly and ordered the Scrooge to lift Skribi up and threw it to the ground like a vent of hatred.

Finally, Diapolo stepped on Scolibi's neck:

"Is it the Stone of Destiny?"

"Then let me ask if you believe in the prophecy of this stone so much, then does this stone tell you?"

"Will you die today?!"

"Of course." Scolibi snorted softly.

Even though his neck was violently trampled on at this moment and his cheeks were rubbing and bleeding on the ground, he still acted so calm, as calm as a dead person who had lost his breath.

Skelibi didn't even struggle, but just said calmly:

"About 8 o'clock this morning, the "Rolling Stone" suddenly changed and it carved out my death shape!"

"I not only know that I will die, but I also know how I will die."

"I'll be killed by bullets and overblooding."

""

When encountering such a guy who doesn't care about death and has seen himself as a dead person, Diapolo doesn't know what to say.

And Scolibi continued to tell:

"I know I'm destined to die, but I still find a way to refuse the euthanasia of "Rolling Stone".

"Because at that time, in addition to carving my death image, the "Rolling Stone" also had a sense of another person, that is, your destiny."

"I think"

"Something must have been connected with your fate."

"So I didn't die immediately, but followed the "Rolling Stone" position to find you, this man who was sentenced to death by fate with me."

"But I never thought that our 'connection' would be like this."

He smiled bitterly, but muttered to himself in a divine manner:

"If I didn't come to you, I might not die."

"But with my personality, I will definitely come to you again."

"Haha, this is fate!"

"Enough is enough!"

Diapolo could no longer listen.

The shackle called "Fate" faintly suffocated him:

"I don't believe it"

"Can't the so-called fate be changed?!"

"By the way hahaha"

He suddenly laughed very badly:

"Scolebi, didn't you say that the fate shown by "Rolling Stone" is absolutely correct?"

"The way it predicts is that you are being pierced through the heart by a bullet, right?"

"Hahaha"

Diapolo squatted down and turned to pinch Scolibi's neck with his hands:

"Fate tells you to die at the muzzle, but suffocate, bluntly punch, pierce the chest, crush the skull, cut the veins, peel off the skin"

"I can come up with a hundred ways to kill you!"

"Come on"

"Call out your "rolling stone" and make it predict it again and see which method I will use!"

""

Skelibi endured the huge force coming from his neck and said something difficult:

"Don't bother."

"No matter how you take action, I will die under the gun as the fate shown by the "Rolling Stone".

"The answer is wrong."

Diapolo smiled coldly:

"It seems that your "rolling stone" is not as effective as you said."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to increase the strength in his hand and strangle Scolibi to death.

But, at this moment

"stop!"

"Do not move!"

At the intersection of the alley, two loud shouts suddenly rang out.

They were two young policemen with live ammunition.

They received an emergency report and went here to investigate the taxi driver's murder.

From their perspective, Diapolo is now pressing an innocent citizen under his body, and is strangling the other person's neck with a murderous force.

"Stop!"

Two young policemen were holding guns in their hands and pointed nervously at Diapolo from behind:

"Pink-haired guy"

"Get out of that man!"

"Police? Damn it." Diapolo did not look back: "Is it because I just yelled twice that I was attracted to?"

"Hello!"

The two young policemen behind him continued to yell:

"If we don't stop, we'll shoot!"

"etc"

One of the policemen suddenly discovered something:

"This guy with pink hair is the lunatic who just killed the taxi driver and ran away?!"

"Start, shoot!"
To be continued...