The loss of my notes is not a bad thing for me.
I wrote many things randomly in the notes, a bit of this and a bit of that, purely to make this world chaotic. At that time, I didn't have a Stand, so I could only do what I could.
—That included writing plot notes.
The current situation is just beyond my expectation. The person who stole my notes is my body's mother, Dio's plaything. That woman is a bit neurotic and monitors me all day long. If so, then it's also possible that she peeked at the drawer where I made the 'Death Note' and knew the solution even more.
Looking at it this way, she really is a clever woman, and she was even able to contact Dio's old subordinates. Even if someone said she had a Stand, I would believe it.
Johnson Joffrey calmed himself down with a few words and became natural. In essence, he was just an ordinary person.
But for an ordinary person, many times, when you reach a certain position, your thoughts also begin to change. I used to be just an ordinary office worker, whose ambition stopped at getting a promotion and a raise. Now that I've become the second-in-command of a gang, I gradually start to have a similar outlook.
To put it bluntly, your position determines your perspective.
That woman tore away the notebook half a month before I met Jotaro. The remaining parts were probably picked up by Jotaro after the cabinet or something broke due to the room explosion.
After she secretly tore away the notebook, she used the excuse of going to the hospital to secretly run off and gather Dio's old subordinates. I wonder what that woman said to those vicious villains. Are there any familiar faces among this group... like Pucci?
There are still 13 years until the events with Jolyne Kujo as JOJO. Pucci might not be in the Prison called the Aquarium.
He's probably traveling around the world, DJing.
Dio's old subordinates might not be controllable by him. If it were me, I would definitely extract all their Stands.
Besides that, he hadn't realized that the one who told Diavolo about so-called immortality was this woman.
Johnson Joffrey thought carefully for a moment, then looked up at the three pages of paper.
Indeed, Johnson looked at those familiar words. Even he, knowing the method of deciphering, would have to take out scratch paper and correspond them one by one, first writing them in Chinese, then again using the homonyms of a dialect, and then using the novel he wrote as a child as a cipher key.
It just so happened that not many people knew the southern dialect of Johnson's hometown before he transmigrated, and it was very difficult to understand; it was Wenzhou dialect.
If you can even decipher this, then I'll consider you fate.
However, this woman did decipher it.
"How did you decipher it?" Johnson asked casually.
"It's simple, I divined it."
Divination?! Yes, it was divination?! I should have thought of it.
"Then you truly are clever," Johnson masked his surprise, acting as if he didn't care about this matter at all.
"I once went to China and learned a method of divination called — Fu Ji Divination."
"Oh, interesting."
"Fu Ji Divination can tell me the truth by summoning the spirits and ghosts of the dead, but this method of divination is very inaccurate, and long-term use will cause the loss of a person's yang energy, and as the number of divinations increases, the results will become inaccurate."
"This method of divination was taught to me by an old man from Hong Kong in an American Prison who claimed to be a cult leader."
"You also have to choose a very good feng shui spot."
"You might not believe what I'm saying, after all, China is a bit too far away for many people."
An old man in an American Prison, could it be the Stand User that F.F. fought?! Johnson thought to himself. He was originally a bit far from the stone ocean story, so the top priority was to research how to get the arrow in Morioh.
Reversed Hierophant·ACT2's ability was specifically made for Diavolo. Reversed Hierophant·ACT2 alone still couldn't defeat Pucci.
And if Pucci got my plot book, could he also decipher it by finding that old man from Hong Kong?
"If it's this method, then others can also decipher it, right?"
"No, you need to have a very good relationship with the gods. That means I still need to find that old man to help calculate the direction of the ghost and gods. And I mean, there must be a diviner at least at my level to interpret it." Fuika tilted her head, revealing a mischievous smile. "I chatted with him in Prison, so I helped interpret a part of it and sold that part of the content to Diavolo. It was only a small bit because this divination method becomes inaccurate as the number of divinations increases."
So, you're the one who scammed Diavolo, kid.
You really... did a great job!
After Johnson and Risotto took over Passion, Passion, which was a large organization before, made a lot of money from selling drugs and various businesses. They also eliminated several disloyal cadres and other small families, raking in a lot of money.
But all the money belonged to the public. He dared not touch it himself. His desire to establish a research center for the Arrows, similar to the SPW Foundation, was silently rejected by Risotto.
What I lack most now is private money.
Fuika is truly loyal to me, and she has money; she's a rich woman.
She can provide me with funds and also act as my proxy.
"Not bad, you really are an interesting woman," Johnson sat up and poured her a glass of red wine.
Fuika looked at Johnson in surprise, quickly picked up her wine glass, and the glasses clinked softly, making a pleasant sound. After drinking a glass of wine, Fuika's face flushed.
Her complexion was a healthy and mysterious wheat color, which white men would definitely find irresistible.
"Come, tell me how you outsmarted Diavolo," Johnson said with a smile.
"I thought I could use the planchette divination method to divine the answers in this book, but it always failed. I believe this is the will of the gods; they do not allow it to be interpreted."
"Later, I remembered that several years ago, I met that old man from Hong Kong in Hollywood. So I went to find him. You know, about thirty years ago, he founded a cult and became its leader. He took thirty-four followers with him, but only he survived."
"He was sentenced to 208 years in Prison. His name is KENZO."
"With our combined efforts, we finally interpreted a part of the content, which belonged to Diavolo, and then we contacted him."
Johnson Joffrey frowned. It seemed he really was one of Pucci's subordinates.
"Diavolo has many subordinates. If it's just on the internet, he has subordinates who can move through the network cables. How did you deceive him in secret?"