Chapter 21: Clues and Doppio.

That night.

Naples, 'Shagland' Hotel.

"Ouch ouch ouch..."

Polnareff grimaced as he looked at Avdol changing his bandages.

"I say, can't you be a little gentler?"

Before Avdol could reply, he continued, "That's why men are no good. Where's the nurse, the cute and young nurse? I demand a change of person!"

At these words, Avdol, expressionless, increased the strength in his hands.

"Ah!"

Polnareff suddenly let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

Fortunately, this is a high-end hotel with top-notch soundproofing.

Otherwise, they would get complained about by other people!

After changing the medicine, Avdol was so tormented by Polnareff that he sat down on the single sofa and took a long breath.

"Finally, it's over."

"Hey, what does that expression mean, are you disgusted with me? Mohammed Avdol, you've changed!"

Polnareff still wouldn't stop talking.

Avdol was so annoyed by him that he couldn't help but say, "Alright, calm down for a while, you're injured and still moving around, be careful of leaving sequelae!"

"I know my body, I've had worse injuries before." Polnareff muttered, "I... I just feel suffocated, I want to talk."

Avdol was silent.

Poor Popo had a bad start, and before he could officially fight the enemy, he was pulled into a strange mirror world.

When he successfully escaped from the mirror world, it should have been his time to shine, but the Stand left outside directly became a burden, and he was classically bloodied without firing a shot.

Avdol comforted, "You rest and heal your wounds, leave the rest to me and Jon."

"I want to help too."

Polnareff smiled bitterly.

Naples seemed to clash with his fate.

In Jon's words, it's this damn place that's against him!

So, Polnareff decided that after this matter is over, he will never come to Italy again in his life!

At the same time, at the hotel front desk.

"Ding ding ding ding ding."

The sound of the telegraph machine is very regular, at first listen it's quite addictive, but after a while, it inevitably makes people feel a bit irritable.

Under the gaze of the front desk lady, Jon picked up the freshly printed, slightly warm telegram and scanned the contents.

After pondering for a moment, he turned his head and showed a kind smile to the lady.

"Hello, does the hotel have a computer?"

"Ah, yes, please follow me."

The front desk lady blushed inexplicably and led Jon into the hotel's exclusive computer room.

As soon as he entered the door, Jon couldn't help but sigh.

The computer in 1988 was a very backward old-fashioned machine, heavy and slow, and could do nothing but send emails.

Fortunately, he didn't think about opening a game of League of Legends across time and space, being able to send emails was enough.

"Do... do you need anything else?"

Staring at Jon's handsome face with exotic charm, the front desk lady plucked up the courage to speak.

Jon glanced at her and shook his head gently, "No, I don't need anything else, thank you."

A clear rejection, leaving no room for face.

The front desk lady was extremely disappointed, bowed and left the room with her head down.

Jon didn't care.

ONE NIGHT IN Naples?

Better not.

Business is important!

After sending an email to Joseph, Jon waited a long time before receiving a reply.

He opened the email and waited more than ten minutes before seeing the attached picture: it was a very dark office with curtains hanging, and almost nothing else except a desk and a few ornamental plants.

A man was sitting behind the desk, his long hair covering his face, making it impossible to see his features.

Jon narrowed his eyes and said softly, "Diavolo."

Coming back to his senses, he looked at the text edited by Joseph.

"Jon, is your trip with Avdol going smoothly? Everything is fine at home, don't worry.

Recently, your mom's menopause symptoms have improved significantly... she asked me to tell you that she misses you very much.

By the way, to help you, I smashed a Canon EOS 650, when you come back, I hope you can reimburse me - Joseph Joestar."

"Heh."

Jon's mouth unconsciously raised.

Then, he forwarded the email to Jotaro.

Italy and Japan have an eight-hour time difference, it's midnight here now, and it should be morning on Jotaro's side.

The timing is just right.

This time, Jon sat in front of the computer until dawn before waiting for his grandnephew's reply.

Unlike Joseph, what Jotaro sent were many pen sketches.

"There's no need to think about it, it's definitely 'Star Platinum's' doing.

"Now let's see where you run!"

Jon was instantly wide awake.

For example, if Joseph's first sent picture was 360P.

Then, Jotaro's 'Star Platinum', relying on its freakish precision, has forcibly upgraded the quality of the 360P picture to 4K!

Given that the screen resolution isn't that exaggerated now, Jotaro has specially used many sketches to outline the details separately.

As expected of the cold-looking but delicate Jojo, uncle gives you a thumbs up!

After looking at them one by one, Jon quickly found a useful clue: the gray curtain behind Diavolo faintly revealed the outline of a dolphin-shaped billboard.

That is to say, finding a dolphin-shaped billboard in Naples is almost equivalent to locking Diavolo's position!

.....

...

On the other side, a certain decoration company, manager's office.

"Why... why is there still no news..."

Jon didn't sleep all night, and neither did Diavolo.

A vague unease wrapped around his heart, like a lingering nightmare.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had to admit that Risotto's 'assassination squad' might have had an accident.

"Who is it! Who is making a move!"

Diavolo twisted his face and grabbed his own hair.

He couldn't remember who he had offended.

First Polpo, then Risotto.

Who's next?

Himself!

Thinking of this, Diavolo felt that he couldn't sit and wait for death, he had to do something!

He pulled out a piece of office paper, thought for a few seconds, and left a message on the paper.

"Dear Doppio, now, I need you to do something for me, this is related to the future of our organization, please be sure to take it to heart.

Three foreigners have invaded our beloved Naples, you go and investigate secretly, after getting useful information, contact me in the old way - BOSS."

The pen paused, and a pink face suddenly appeared on Diavolo's forehead!

Then, his eyes rolled and he lost consciousness instantly.

A few minutes later, Doppio, who had a completely different physique and aura, woke up leisurely and saw the message on the office desk at a glance.

"Ah, it's BOSS's handwriting!"

He quickly read it word by word.

After reading the entire letter, Doppio carefully folded the letter paper, put on his coat, and walked out of the big door.

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