JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 113 Rat King

It was getting dark, and there were only two hours left until the party started at eight o'clock.

Chen Miaowen had not yet found that old swindler who loved to tell nonsense, and there was no rope hanging from the side of the ship.

"You're the ghost, aren't you?"

Chen Miaowen was speechless; he had thought the story wasn't fictional.

"Could they have jumped off the ship?"

Chen searched almost the entire deck, but couldn't find it. He could only say there was nothing he could do and let it go, letting the old man think of him as a liar.

"However... that woman said she couldn't touch me, and the guy in sunglasses listened to her, which means she's not an ordinary person either. She's either a demon or a Stand user. But since she doesn't pose a threat to me, let's just let it go..."

Chen remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and then played Diablo's voice.

"..."

"...Boss, it's been a long time."

"I don't have much to say to you. Judging from the current situation, the probability of you dying is almost zero. I hope you can survive... and keep quiet so I can't say anything."

Diablo spoke calmly, but Chen always felt there was an underlying anger in his voice.

"...I'm sorry, boss, I won't stay quiet anymore, but you should know by now that that woman has no intention of attacking me, no matter who she is..."

"That would be best."

After Chen Xiada quieted down, Diablo still cursed at him a few more times, and only stopped when he saw that Chen Xiada did not react.

For a while, no matter what suggestions Diablo made, such as going to the captain's cabin, Chen couldn't hear them. He was too lazy to give any more hints. Although this might be related to the life and death of his body and soul, in his observation, there was indeed no one on this ship who could pose a threat to the Dual Substitute Messenger, not even the woman who claimed not to be a ghost.

Let him do whatever he wants.

"Go check out the captain's cabin, huh? Even though I don't want to meet that guy in sunglasses, I'll get my hands on those sunglasses and see what's going on."

Chen seemed to have a tacit understanding with Diablo, but he didn't want to go looking for that old swindler anymore; finding him wouldn't do any good.

"Why didn't you just let that woman give it to you directly?"

"It's risky, let's forget about it."

He had actually suspected that the sunglasses were just normal items, but they only became useful when they were in the woman's hands.

He didn't actually know the specific effects of the sunglasses; perhaps their ability to bewitch people was one of those effects...

"There's still some time before the party, let's do some preparations and see what this party is all about."

Chen Miaowen rushed to the captain's cabin, took the sunglasses from the captain, tapped them left and right, and then examined them closely with his eyes. Even when he rubbed his eyelids and itched his eyelashes, he still couldn't see anything wrong.

......

A long time has passed since the ship left the coast of Egypt, and it still hasn't reached Naples.

They couldn't reach it either. One of the deceased collateral nobles was from Naples. The prince dared not land in Naples until the complete body was found. He even had to tell the captain to slow down the ship to give them enough time to search for the damned body.

"Hey, Hol Holmes, when will we ever find it? And with just seven or eight of us on such a big ship, we might not even be here!"

Oingo followed Hol Hols and searched the ship from the bottom floor, finding a secret passage leading to Joe's secret hiding place. The passage was filled with water pipes on the walls.

"Stop complaining... You've got nothing better to do here, right? The prince won't treat you badly; he'll pay you to do things..."

"But if I hadn't found it, do you think I would have accepted this kind of money? Do you think I, Oingo, am that kind of person? I..."

"You probably are... cough cough... enough nonsense!"

Hol Holmes and Eingo had different attitudes; instead of being nonchalant, they were quite anxious and eager to help the prince.

But Oingo still had a lot of nonsense to say, "If you still can't do it... how about showing me those pictures of nobles? Let me become a dead noble, lying in a coffin buried in the ground, and then quietly coming out of the ground and returning to the ship, over and over again... wouldn't that be great? As long as you don't ignore me."

Oingo's method was indeed commendable. Hol Hols initially wanted to refuse, but after careful consideration, he thought it would be a good suggestion, and the search was no longer rushed.

"If we can't find it, then we'll have to deal with that. There's only the body of a collateral nobleman in Naples, so we can put that as our first choice for now."

"But they have to dig it out for me right away, otherwise, I, the one who proposed and will implement this bill, would rather die than accept it... I'll be buried alive and suffocate!"

"Don't worry, I'll pay you a separate salary..."

Hol Holmes swallowed his words and watched a rat hurriedly pass by them through the secret passage.

"Why does this narrow, damp, and secret passage exist? Do ships usually have hidden places even deeper down than the lowest level?" Oingo asked.

Hol Hols claimed ignorance, but simply conjured up the emperor out of thin air and instructed Eingo to crouch behind him.

"There might be something going on ahead, otherwise the rats wouldn't have run away for no reason."

"Ah...then you have to protect me, I don't have any fighting ability."

The two of them crouched down and walked slowly, their only protection being a pistol.

"We can already see the end; the end is a wall."

"Perhaps there's a rat's nest nearby?"

"No, there's a door here..."

There is indeed a room on the left at the end, which is where Qiao's original body lived, but now it has been replaced by something.

It was rats, mountains of rats, clinging to the back of the door and the entire secluded little room.

Even after the door was opened and made some noise, the rats did not scatter in panic, as if they did not care much about the visitor.

"Shit, this is a rat's nest... Ugh... and it smells so bad."

Oingo saw the scene inside the house from Hol Hol Hols, but it was only the tip of the iceberg.

"What's wrong? Come in! Don't block the way. Or are you afraid of these rats?"

Oingo covered his nose and laughed, gently shoving the sharpshooter.

Shh! Keep your voice down... Look more closely.

Hol Hols opened a small opening in the door; most of the view was still obstructed.

But through this opening, Hol Hols saw a monster, and then he turned his body to show the scene to Hol Hols.

The scene inside the crack in the door was utterly disgusting.

There was a mouse, about the size of Holmes, sitting cross-legged on a deck chair, while the other small mice squatted around it, their short forelimbs holding some red bits of meat, chewing them frantically.

The enormous rat, which looked like it was sitting on a throne, was gripping one arm with both hands and gnawing on it, even making a crunching sound as it chewed... perhaps it had bitten into the cartilage of one of the elbows.

"Quick...close the door..."

Oingo glanced at it, then tiptoed back, his lips trembling as he spoke silently.

"Hmm...this rat king can only be dealt with by the prince."

Hol Holmes slowly closed the door again, causing some slight noises that were drowned out by the chewing sounds.