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"This looks like the lobby of a certain mansion, but it's too dark to see clearly."

On the table, Joseph, Blade, and Whistler looked at the pictures displayed on their phones.

Whistler used the layout of the scene to guess where the scene might be.

"Jojo, are you sure this photo popped up on its own? And do you believe the content on it actually happened not long ago?"

Blade asked on the side. He was still in disbelief at what Joseph just said.

You can't even see the purple vines growing from the body.

Are you sure it's not an illusion?

"How should I explain...Actually, I don't know the specific principle myself, but -"

Joseph scratched the back of his head helplessly at first, and then his eyes suddenly became serious.

"It should be said that it is the guidance of my heart, or my soul, that makes me instinctively convinced that the content in this photo is true. If I have to give an example, it is like the legendary reading and writing."

At the same time, he also had a hunch that when the phone reads and writes the corresponding picture, it is likely that the phone will be scrapped.

There is no way to explain this unfounded premonition, but it does exist.

Therefore, Joseph still lets the purple vines wrap around his mobile phone, and does not lose the ability to read and write for the time being.

He still can't fully control the purple vine that only he can see, but he can still do it with simple manipulation.

Although Joseph's statement is a bit confusing, both Blade and Whistler have seen his magical ripple ability.

So they finally chose to believe Joseph.

"Don't think about irrelevant things for now. In short, one thing we can be sure of now is that Dickon met someone in a certain mansion recently, and it was also a mansion that had been abandoned for a long time."

Blade said, he only had one thing on his mind right now, and that was to find Dickon as soon as possible and kill him!

Unlike Blade and Whistler, Joseph himself was not interested in Dickon at all. Instead, he had a strange feeling about the blond man Dickon met.

A feeling that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Whistler, can you find out where this mansion is?" Blade turned to Whistler and asked.

"What do you think? Only God can find where it is through this dark background, and I'm not God."

Whistler said angrily.

"...Maybe I know someone who can find out where this mansion is."

Suddenly, Dao Feng said coldly.

Whistler's heart moved when he heard Blade's words.

"Isn't that the group of people you are talking about? I don't like that kind of mysterious organization."

"I don't like it either, but we have no choice. They must have a way to find out the location in the photo, and probably only they can."

Dao Feng's tone was firm, and it seemed that he had already made up his mind.

"What the hell are you talking about? Who can help you find this place?"

At this time, Joseph took out the pizza heated in the microwave, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked.

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

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On the other side, a helicopter flew away from an abandoned mansion in the Bronx.

On the helicopter, Dio's eyes suddenly condensed.

"That familiar feeling of being spied on...it's unmistakable, it's Joseph Joestar!"

Many days ago, he knew through blood induction that there must be people from the Joestar family in this world, but he was not sure which one it was.

Now, Joseph coincidentally activated the ability to read and write, and the sense of spying generated when he was read and written made Dio recognize the other party's identity.

It's just a pity that he has now perfectly adapted to the physical body and can no longer borrow the substitutes of the Joestar family, so he cannot read and write Joseph in reverse.

In other words, Dio knew nothing about Joseph's current situation.

It is not certain whether Joseph is being helped, nor is he sure where Joseph is.

The most important thing is that he is not sure whether the man has come here!

A hundred years ago, Dio took away the body of Joseph's grandfather, Jonathan Joestar.

And this also started a century-old feud between Dior and the Joestar family. The two sides are mortal enemies.

In the fate of the original world, Dio eventually died at the hands of the Joestar family.

But he was resurrected in this world. He thought he would never see Joestar again, but Joseph also came over.

It’s so haunting!Damn Joestar!

"Um……"

Dio pondered for a moment and suddenly spoke.

"Dickon, I need to find someone."

"Lord Dio, who are you looking for?"

Dickon asked respectfully.

"Joseph Joestar, that's his name."

"Jostar, that's a pretty rare surname. It sounds British."

Dickon muttered the unfamiliar name several times, and then said confidently.

"Don't worry, Master Dio. It's very easy for our vampire empire to find someone. We just need to ask the Hagui tribe in the Census Bureau to check..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dio interrupted him.

"It is very likely that this person is not in any population records, and even the traces of his life may not be found."

"Does that mean people without a past? Such people are usually orphans who have been trafficked. It's a bit difficult to find them. If you know what they look like, there should be a chance."

After careful consideration, Dickon gave his final answer.

"Master Dio, do you have any photos or anything like that?"

"Bring paper and pen."

Dio didn't answer, but started talking about something that seemed completely unrelated.

Although Dickon didn't know what Dio's intentions were, he still chose to follow Dio's orders unconditionally.

Soon, an aviation logbook and a ballpoint pen were delivered to Dior. These were the only pens and paper on the helicopter.

Dio opened the aviation logbook to a blank page, picked up a pen and started drawing on the paper.

At this moment, no one saw the shadow of the other hand appearing on Dior's hand holding the pen.

That is the hand of Dior's stand-in - [The World].

Although the precision of the world is not too high, it is impossible to draw a fly as abnormal as the shadow in the photo.

But if it's just to draw the appearance of the person in memory, that's not a problem.

In just ten seconds, a lifelike portrait appeared on the paper. The portrait was of an old man with gray hair and a beard...

"As expected of Mr. Dior, even his painting skills are so superb!"

Dickon couldn't help but admired.

"Stop flattering, Dickon! This is the man, I want to see him in the shortest possible time!"

Dio issued a death order to Dickon.

"As you command, Lord Dio."