"You invited us in, and I recognized you, Mr. Kishibe Rohan, who once held an art exhibition at the Louvre. Of course, I know you."
"My family business is now planning to enter the film and television industry, and we're struggling to find good scripts," Johnson Joffrey pulled out a business card.
Kishibe Rohan looked at him. This guy must be from the Italian mafia. If the mafia doesn't do bad things, its existence is legal in both Japan and Italy. Moreover, he had generally looked at Mista's life; he looked like the protagonist of a shonen manga no matter how you looked at him.
"I can never complete a manga without real experience. If I want to create a manga about the Italian mafia, I must have material." Kishibe Rohan slightly raised his head, appearing somewhat arrogant, then his gaze fell on Mista—
Mista glared back at him.
"No, that won't do. We can tell you about our experiences, but I will not allow you to use your eyes of heaven to pry into our lives. Not to mention, Mista is an important member of our family."
"How about it?"
Kishibe Rohan looked at Johnson Joffrey, then at Mista. Why did Mista join Bucciarati's Team and then follow Johnson Joffrey?
He really wanted to know!
Kishibe Rohan felt like a cat scratching itself; this feeling was too unbearable. Bucciarati's spirit had deeply shaken him; he wanted to know what happened next!
"Alright, I agree. You tell me all your stories, and I will create the story." Kishibe Rohan extended his hand, wanting to shake hands with Johnson Joffrey.
Johnson Joffrey's gaze fell to his hand, then he extended his hand and shook it.
"I, Kishibe Rohan, only want to complete interesting stories. It's not my intention to harm others using Heaven's Door."
"That's great." Johnson Joffrey released his hand and then said, "I'll stay in Morioh for a few more days just for this."
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"Jōzenji 1-6, Higashikata residence." Giorno looked at Johnson Joffrey, who was sitting in the passenger seat, "There is indeed an abandoned villa nearby, and it seems someone is living in it. Since we didn't have your orders, Johnson, we didn't go in rashly."
Johnson Joffrey looked at Giorno and said, "You did very well."
"I don't understand. Why don't we just go and snatch it? The Arrow doesn't belong to the SPW Foundation, so once we take it, it's ours." Ghiaccio slammed his fist on the steering wheel, grumbling.
"If that's the case, it's certainly troublesome. After Jotaro arrived, things haven't been as smooth for us." Giorno paused slightly and said, "The intelligence Johnson got from that female fortune teller doesn't have a reasonable source."
"Not to mention, the SPW Foundation has always been supported by the American government, it's a cornerstone of American capital, and they see themselves as the administrators of the Stand User world. Our small Italian mafia cannot go against them. Most importantly, the foundation of our organization lies with Stand Users."
"Where there are Stand Users, there must be Arrows. This small town seems peaceful, but if we go by what that female fortune teller said, this place actually has two Arrows, and there must be a large number of Stand Users."
Giorno analyzed carefully, and Johnson breathed a sigh of relief. See? With a smart person, he didn't even need to speak; Giorno had said it all.
When Johnson Joffrey explained the source of his Arrow, he used Fuika as a shield.
"So, after Giorno becomes prime minister, our Italy will surely stand at the world's peak and take down the American president's head." Ghiaccio, like a patriotic hothead, was practically Italy's Cold Front.
Giorno sighed slightly; his ideal had now completely become Prime Minister Star.
"Let's go pick up Kujo Jotaro now. Mista and I have already found suitable reasons to stay here."
"Huh?" Giorno looked up at Johnson Joffrey, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"I'm discussing with a cartoonist about writing a comic with autobiographical elements," Johnson said. "Then everyone's stories can be brought to the big screen."
"Like Marlon Brando?"
"Exactly." Johnson Joffrey smiled and said to Giorno, "Anyway, that's the excuse. Let's take a good tour of this town of Morioh. This town isn't as simple and honest as you imagine."
"Yeah, even the cartoonist who casually invited us upstairs has a very strong Stand Ability," Mista said from the passenger seat.
"That's right," Ghiaccio showed a somewhat sinister smile, stomped on the brake, and stopped at an intersection. A blond man carrying a briefcase walked around the corner, then entered an alley, disappearing from sight.
-- Kira Yoshikage.
What a coincidence, that murderer. Ghiaccio narrowed his eyes, watching until the man completely disappeared around the corner.
"Giorno and I can just take a walk and find a murderer," Ghiaccio said with a hint of a smile.
A glimmer of light flashed in Johnson Joffrey's eyes; he was somewhat puzzled by his words, then said, "Explain yourself clearly."
"The manager of Kameyu Department Store is a murderer, and he puts the hands of the people he killed into his suit pocket."
Ghiaccio calmly said something terrifying, "I knew it just by looking at him. Just by asking about that smell, I smelled it: perfume mixed with the scent of blood."
"It must have been a recent kill, right?"
"You mean that manager?!" Giorno's eyes widened.
"You're too naive, Giorno. I've seen many, many murderers. I froze the air in his chest with ice cubes, then took it away and smelled it carefully. It was indeed the smell of blood."
"Maybe he was injured?" Mista frowned, looking at Ghiaccio.
"Who knows?" Ghiaccio leaned against the window. "He seems like a perverted murderer. Oh, anyway, believe it or not, it's just a feeling I have."
Ghiaccio stepped on the accelerator again, and the roadside scenery began to recede. Mista complained a few times that Ghiaccio was like a powder keg.
I need to find a reason to kill Yoshikage, or go to his house directly to get the Arrow while he's at work. But what reason could I find?
"Hey, Ghiaccio, there's something in the middle of the road, right?" Mista said from the passenger seat, and then Ghiaccio's car drove directly over it. "Hey, hey, hey, you ran over something!"
"
He punched Ghiaccio several times, forcing him to stop the car.
"Do you want to die, Mista?!"
"You just ran over something, didn't you??"
"Ugh, why are you acting like a woman? I think I ran over a few dead cats. If they're dead, they're dead. Putting them on the side of the road is just asking for trouble, isn't it?!"
"Thump-thump—"
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The hardest part about writing the Morioh story is that there's no main plot; it just turns into daily life. Maybe I should just have them fight Kira Yoshikage directly.
As you all know, I didn't write the volume title before because I wasn't sure if I wanted to write the Morioh storyline. It didn't feel very interesting. Perhaps I should add some of this book's main plot instead.