Stand User in Marvel Universe

If you love someone, send them to New York because it's paradise.

If you hate a man, send him to New York because that's hell.

Sitting in a chair, he patted himself on a somewhat chaotic head, and Ho Yongzhi couldn't help but think of these two words he had seen on the Internet.

He had just returned from the hospital to his own small restaurant in Chinatown, New York, where he was trying to sort out the 'absurdity' that had just happened to him.

Until then, he never thought he would be a part of this flourishing city...

One is a program monkey who cheats Kryptonite hand swimming in the public mouth every day, and is still single when he is in his thirties. After years of saving up, he is still not enough to buy his own nest in a place as golden as the Demon, plus the shrinkage of fine air caused by years of overnight liver explosion, even some hair loss, and naturally cannot attract those girls with the appearance to the top.

And now he has turned into a hybrid of English and Chinese. Simply looking in the mirror, he can see how good the genetic genes of this body are. With a bright white face, with a sharp angle of cold and handsome, his thick eyebrows raised slightly upward rebelliously. Under his long, slightly curly eyelashes are a pair of dark, deep eyes. The head of 1 meter 85 counts for any country. Even excellent, strong and pulled body with this handsome face is a really good leather bag that is not available.

However, Ho Wing Zhi, who somehow penetrated this body, was not as excited as he thought, and he was still trying to remember the last scene before he penetrated...

He rarely remembered that day as the seventh day of their team's overtime, and developed a hand tour dedicated to dashing the heat - "The Wonderful Adventures of JOJO," which was particularly important because of the heat of the animation, which led to a group of small teams like them wanting to dash the heat trick kryptonite.

Of course, without any copyright and authorization, they will take a name that looks like a different name at the end of the development, such as YOYO's fantastic adventure, or what JOJO continent?

This kind of rubbing sideball, suddenly entering the field to get a piece of work, their company didn't do it for the first time, so long as it wasn't loud, where would the original author notice them shrimp rice.

Just before the rough frame was made up, the boss also sent a night snack to buy hearts and minds and, by the way, drew them a big piece of cake as an incentive. For the bounty, for work, everyone bites their teeth and begins to struggle, even knowing that few words the boss says can be fulfilled, but at least it's a rush, otherwise what about these bitter program apes?

The big hand of bullshit already eats incense and drinks in those big companies, you can only blame yourself for lack of skill, no good diploma, no good talent. After all, this restless society now just wants to make a difference? Have you drunk too much soup?

He Yongzhi's last memory seemed to have stopped at the moment he got up and wanted to go get a snack night, and then he knew nothing about it in the dark.

Then he woke up in a hospital ward in New York, and he crossed over into someone else's body, and asked the doctor to know that he was poisoned with gas, and was taken to the hospital by an ambulance, along with his British father and his Chinese mother, but neither of them had his' luck ’, and eventually the rescue was ineffective, so he left the world, and this small restaurant in Chinatown was probably the last fortune they had left for their children.

“It must be sudden death... after watching so many of my peers' news, I didn't think I was stepping behind these predecessors, just wondering if those predecessors had become part of the army of passers-by like him.” I think a lot of He Yongzhi has guessed his cause of death, but it's not sad. After all, his original life is completely tasteless. He lives mechanically every day. He has no family, no wife and children. At most, only a few friends who can only get together to eat and drink alcohol can die.

He Wing Zhi's face finally revealed a little relaxation, but immediately frowned again. After receiving all the memories in his body now, he felt that the family of three simultaneous gas poisoning, no one noticed the problem, or finally the neighbor smelled the smell and called the police, which was really weird.

More interestingly, if he hadn't crossed the road, it would have been a family of three, gathered down below for 'Joy of the Heavens', which would not have seemed like a simple accident.

In fact, he was able to come ‘awake' and had been shouted at by the doctors who had sentenced him to ‘death' at the time. Although there were not many miracles like ’resurrection from death', there were still rumours in the hospital that an old woman in her 70s had opened her eyes before being sent to the crematorium, and it was not known whether the family had subsequently brought the hospital to bankruptcy.

“Forget it, it's useless to think so much now, only soldiers can stop it, water to cover the earth. ”

He Wing Zhi can only paralyze himself with this spirit of A Q when he thinks that there are a lot of terrible things to deal with. At least he is not nothing. In front of him, the small restaurant with no more than six or seven tables will give him the support to live in this flourishing city. It is not possible. He can also consider selling the restaurant and going back to that land to try a different way of life.

It just somehow occupies someone else's body and considers selling his last legacy to flee before the bones of the old two are cold, which is really inconsistent with his outlook on life and values.

At this point, the phone rings.

He Yongzhi slowed down half a beat before removing the phone from his trouser pocket.

“Hey, Dior, I just got out of the hospital. The doctor said you're out of the hospital. Are you feeling better? I hope you can cheer up about Uncle Brando and Aunt Ho. If you need money, I have a little savings here. Besides, I know that there is a cemetery in a nice environment and the price is relatively cheap. Of course I don't mean anything else, I just..."

From the memories obtained, He Wing Zhi knew that he was calling at this time to talk about his bodily best friend, Wilcox, a black guy who, like most of his fellow countrymen, never knew his father's name from birth, had been in the gang for a long time, but he was heartfelt grateful to give him warm attention at the time of his fall, as well as some warm food and an aunt He family who did not have to compete with other homeless people, wildcats for a 'bed' residence (laying the ground in a restaurant).