American comic: I, JoJo, am going to heaven!

(After being tortured by his adoptive fathers, the author has obediently added pictures to many characters, which can be found in the comments section. By the way, I'd like to ask for a few monthly tickets, OR2)

At the New York City Police Department.

Jon sat in the chair, looking indifferently at the police officer in front of him.

All I heard was:

"Jon Yowick, 17 years old, 195 cm tall. Because your name has two 'jo' sounds, people who know you call you Jojo."

"The charge is that you sent five people to the ICU... huh?"

Sheriff George stood in front of Jon, holding a document in his hand and reading it, but he suddenly froze as he read.

Because the person in front of you doesn't match the photo at all.

"Is this photo of you?"

Sheriff George placed the photo on Jon's face.

Jon replied without hesitation:

"it's me."

Actually, Jon wasn't sure either, but since he'd come this far, he decided to bite the bullet and keep going.

"Really?" Sheriff George asked suspiciously.

"Are you sure this is you?"

But after a long time, Jon still hadn't answered.

"Hey kid, why aren't you saying anything?"

Because I, Jon Snow, am thinking about how to fool you! Foolish George! Jon thought to himself.

So Jon glanced at the photograph of his face, pretending not to notice, and said:

"Uh, yeah, I was very thin back then."

Upon hearing this, Sheriff George frowned as he looked at the blond, red-eyed, muscular man in front of him.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

This is completely different from the skinny, black-haired kid with a shy smile in the photo.

With a loud thud, Sheriff George slammed the files onto the metal table and roared at Jon:

"This isn't you at all!"

"Huh?" Beneath Jon's cold exterior, a slight smile played at the corners of his lips. "Don't I look like the photo?"

"George, look closely, we look exactly alike."

Jon opened his eyes and started talking nonsense.

There was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't very well tell George that the change in his appearance was caused by his Stand awakening, could he?

boom!

George slammed his fist on the table, causing the camera to shake slightly.

The police officers in front of the monitors tacitly lowered the volume.

Because whenever the sheriff does this, it means that some unfortunate person is about to receive "special treatment" for more than three hours.

Fortunately, George remembered in time that the person in front of him was actually a minor, and he calmed down.

"How do you resemble the photo?" George replied irritably.

"Hair, eyes, body shape—how does your description match up? And has the abuse of hormones among teenagers really reached this level?"

Upon hearing this, Jon Snow pondered for a moment, then chose to spout nonsense, saying:

"My hair is dyed, my eyes are wearing colored contact lenses, and my figure is purely due to drinking too much protein powder."

As expected of me, I can lie without batting an eye even in front of the police, haha.

Jon mentally gave himself a thumbs up for his composure.

Upon hearing this, the veins on Sheriff George's forehead bulged.

After all, he's been a sheriff for so long; he's not so bad that he can't tell the difference between truth and lies.

Sheriff George laughed in exasperation, his chest heaving violently, and the capillaries on his face rapidly congesting.

In short, Sheriff George is in the red.

He said:

"Okay, okay, okay, we still have plenty of time, let's take it slow!"

"However, before that, I will contact your relatives, and we'll see how things go then."

After saying this, a very angry Sheriff George slammed the door and left, leaving Jon alone in the room.

Inside the room, Jon sighed and raised his hand to his forehead.

He was actually speechless; the question George asked was precisely the one he couldn't answer.

If you ask him why he hit someone, he'll have a lot to say.

Jon is also very upset; he doesn't want to be here either.

Just half an hour ago, he had killed Pucci and was ready to enjoy life, only to find that he had time-traveled again!

Who can I reason with about this?

If there were a list of the most unlucky people, you wouldn't find another person as unlucky as him in the world.

How do I explain this?

Once Inspector George said that, Jon didn't even need to guess the outcome.

The result will inevitably be that, upon hearing this, Sheriff George will immediately look at him as if he were a madman.

Next, we will further extend our hospitality as hosts.

Immediately call Jon to arrange a one-stop service at the mental hospital.

"Ugh, my head hurts." Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Jon adjusted his posture. "Never mind, let's gather intelligence first."

This is Jon's habit; he subconsciously gathers information whenever he arrives in an unfamiliar place.

Because in the JoJo world, battles between Stand users are primarily an intelligence war.

Whoever knows more about the opponent can exploit their weaknesses and thus achieve victory.

But to be honest, the place was dimly lit and quiet, and at most you could only see the busy police officers outside through the blinds.

Jon straightened up and looked through the blinds at a police officer's computer.

"Let me see." Jon frowned.

"It seems someone attended a hearing?"

He discovered that even as a half-vampire, his current eyesight seemed insufficient to see through a slit and clearly discern countless English letters.

Indeed, human capabilities have their limits!

However, he still has another trick up his sleeve, namely Platinum Star.

"Star Platinum"

As soon as Jon finished speaking, a star-like effect appeared in front of him, and a giant purple egg covered in cracks appeared before him.

"Why did Platinum Star also fail?"

Jon raised his hand to his forehead. He heard a muffled "Ora" sound coming from inside the eggshell, and his cheeks twitched a few times as he couldn't hold back any longer.

"They haven't even adapted to the rules of this world yet."

"But it looks like it should be done soon, by tonight at the latest."

Jon licked his fangs.

"Whether to stay or leave, we'll adapt to the situation. With the invincible Star Platinum, no place can hold me, Jon."

Outside the interrogation room, in the hallway, Sheriff George was redialing that perpetually busy number for the nth time.

Judging from his attitude, he's determined not to give up until he gets through on that call today.

After a while, Sheriff George finally got through on the phone, and he said:

"Miss Potts, this is Sheriff George. I apologize for bothering you in your busy schedule. I know you recently became the CEO of Stark Industries..."

As she listened to Sheriff George's long-winded explanation, a polite but impatient voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Sheriff George, if you're just calling to exchange pleasantries, could you please call during my private time?"

"No, no, no," Sheriff George said hastily. "I need you to come to the New York City Police Department."

"Your distant nephew beat up five thugs and sent them to the ICU."

"How is that possible?" Pepper was very surprised.

"That's the truth, ma'am."

"Okay, I understand."

Upon hearing this, Pepper had no choice but to agree, "I'll go over there tonight."

at the same time.

Sheriff George, who was on the phone, didn't notice that an officer in the corner was secretly recording the conversation.

Five minutes later, the officer dialed a secret number from a toilet stall:

"Lord Deacon, the half-vampire you've been searching for has appeared... Yes, his vertical pupils and fangs are quite obvious."

"It's just that five people ended up in the ICU."

"I guarantee he'll be out of the station tonight."

(During the new book period, I'm begging for everything! Monthly tickets and recommendation tickets are never too many, and collections and rewards are even better. Thank you all so much! I'm bowing down to you all, Orz)