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

Chapter 194 The Skinner and the Nightmare

Early in the morning, there was a rapid knocking on Jon's door, clang clang clang! The knocking carried an anxious tone, as if the door would be kicked down if it wasn't opened.

Who is it?

He was grumpy when he woke up, so he irritably covered his face with the pillow and closed his eyes tightly, but the knocking outside the door continued. Five seconds later, he frowned and suddenly sat up in bed.

"What do you want!" Jon stomped to the door, furious, determined to teach the guy outside a lesson and show him not to knock on the door so early in the morning!

Without hesitation, he reached out and opened the door, only to find Coulson staring at him with a serious expression. His morning grumpiness vanished instantly, and his mind gradually cleared.

Because of that expression, that look in my eyes... something doesn't seem right. Generally, people don't have this kind of expression. Could something have happened? Is that why you came to find me so early?

"Something's happened, Jon, get dressed quickly." Coulson's next words confirmed his suspicions; something serious had indeed happened!

"Something big? Immediately?" Jon looked at Coulson's gloomy face, nodded slowly, closed the door and started getting dressed. A minute later, he reopened the door and came out.

"Something's happened at the hotel, it's chaos downstairs." Coulson's expression was unusually complex, a mixture of shock and nausea, as he spoke quickly, "Anyway, you'll find out when you go down and see for yourself."

"Now, no one in the hotel can leave without permission; they have to be searched and questioned by the police to clear themselves of suspicion. It's terrible."

After saying that, Coulson strode towards the elevator. Jon, who was standing by the door, frowned and followed. From Coulson's words, he quickly gleaned the key information and hurriedly asked, "Is it a murder? Was it done by the Stand user we met yesterday? A headshot? Or disembowelment? Otherwise, how could they have alerted these incompetent local cops?"

"No, this is a case of torture and murder." Coulson turned his head with a heavy expression, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

He thoughtfully pulled out a piece of mint-flavored gum and handed it to Jon, adding, "I remember you have blood thirst, right? This will make you feel better. To be honest, I didn't even call that billionaire, because the scene that's about to unfold... might leave him traumatized."

"Is it that serious?" Jon chewed his gum, his groggy mind clearing a bit. The two quickly stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for the first floor, and waited in silence.

The moment the elevator doors opened, a thick, cloying stench of blood rushed down the corridor and into Jon's nostrils, followed by a chorus of vomiting sounds.

Coulson raised his hand to stop Jon, pointed behind him with a serious expression, and asked in an unusually solemn tone, "Are you sure you're ready?"

The scene in the lobby might shatter your perception and leave you with psychological trauma.

"Don't worry, I've seen far worse. And..." Jon glanced at the smear of acid on the hem of Coulson's suit, smiled faintly, "I didn't have breakfast."

"I hope so, I hope you don't throw up later." Coulson smirked, leading Jon across the cordon to get a closer look at the grotesque sight in the hotel lobby.

At the end of the corridor, in the hotel lobby, Jon saw three corpses, their skin completely removed, hanging high above, their faces contorted with extreme pain.

Clearly, these three unfortunate men survived for a while after being skinned alive, and were eventually hanged from the main hall beams after unimaginable torture, slowly bleeding to death!

"Gulp." Jon's pupils contracted sharply, he swallowed hard, and took several deep breaths. This reaction wasn't due to a physical craving for blood, but rather...

Ten seconds later, everyone saw a blond, burly man suddenly shove aside the police officers who were trying to stop him, rush towards the nearby trash can at an astonishing speed, and begin to violently retch while clinging to the rim of the can.

"Are you feeling better? You'll get used to it," Coulson walked over, his face also a little pale, and handed over a glass of warm water. "A sip or two will make you feel better, after all, I've already had breakfast."

"Thank you." Jon picked up the warm water and drank it all in one gulp, finally calming his churning stomach.

He then rubbed his temples in distress and said in a deep voice, "I think I can accept it."

The two returned to the crime scene, where they encountered a Black female police officer leading three forensic doctors, who were preparing to begin an autopsy.

"Wait, can I take a look first?"

Jon raised his hand to stop the three, his expression cold, but upon closer inspection, his lips were twitching slightly, clearly still enduring discomfort.

"Who are you, kid? You look like you just threw up, didn't you?"

The Black policewoman, wearing sunglasses, glanced warily at him. She gave a disdainful snort and was about to walk past him to let the medical examiner work, while signaling two other officers to come forward for questioning.

Because this guy doesn't look like a good person.

"Listen to him, really." Coulson smiled, stepped in front of the policewoman, showed her his badge, and said with a smile, "These are our badges."

"Oh, your identification." The policewoman gave a cold snort, her gaze behind her sunglasses seemingly not even glancing at the identification before waving her hand dismissively. "So, he's Watson, and you're Sherlock Holmes?"

"That's one way to put it." Jon stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then said with certainty, "Let me see, it's much faster than a forensic examination."

"Am I right, Officer Gidget?"

"Hmm?" Officer Gijette frowned, instinctively reaching out to check if he had lost anything.

"If you're looking for your wallet," Jon said knowingly, pointing to the lining of her police uniform, "it should be there."

"Who are you..."

Gidget frowned even more, reached out and touched the wallet, a hint of surprise flashed across his face, and stared at Jon in a deep voice, "Fine, I'll give you five minutes."

Jon nodded, chewing on his mint gum as he carefully observed the three corpses and the surrounding environment.

As time went by, the expression on his face changed continuously: from a furrowed brow at first, to astonishment, and finally, a long-dormant anger ignited in his eyes.

Five minutes later, Officer Giggett led the medical examiner past Coulson, allowing the examiner to remove the three bodies and remove them from the scene, while she remained behind.

After thinking for a moment, she asked in a low voice, "Young Holmes, what's your opinion? Could it be some street hero using excessive force?"

"Unlikely." Jon opened his eyes and shook his head.

The scene before him was extremely impactful, but he still offered the most likely deduction: "First, the first corpse was missing a hand, the second was missing a vertebra, and the third was missing a chin."

He pointed out the missing parts of the body one by one, vividly sketching out the killer's psychological characteristics for everyone present.

"The skinning technique was precise, but there were lacerations, indicating that the skin was forcibly ripped off by the assailant. It seems this guy's strength far exceeds that of ordinary people."

"The body was suspended by rope through the beam in the center of the hall. This high position and wide view gave it a strong display effect, like a declaration."

At this point, Jon paused, subtly giving Coulson a wink, before continuing his slow, analytical walk around the scene.

"Aside from the bloodstains left from the skinning, there were almost no signs of struggle at the scene, indicating that the three victims were subdued instantly and had no power to resist."

Coulson nodded cryptically. All the evidence at the scene clearly indicated that the killer was no ordinary person.

Moreover, this behavior is definitely a demonstration, a declaration, but upon closer inspection, it seems more like an invitation. As for who the invitee is?

At this point, there's no need to even think about it, since there's only one Stand user, one Ripple user, and one Iron Man in the entire hotel.

This skinner was undoubtedly taunting them, and even more so, issuing a hunting notice and invitation; this guy wanted Jon to turn over and hunt him.

Seeing that Coulson understood his meaning, Jon added with a grim face, "The dead were three very strong men. After their deaths, parts of their bodies were taken as loot. The killer was a trophy hunter, choosing three strong men to demonstrate his strength!"

"Do you know what this reminds me of?" Jon asked Coulson.

"Like headhunting in a primitive tribe," Coulson continued, pointing solemnly at the corpse. "This killer was hunting to satisfy his sense of honor."

"and..."

Jon and Coulson exchanged a glance, looked around, and felt an invisible killing intent permeating the air.

We are the next prey! This thought flashed through both of their minds at the same time.

Another formidable opponent, who ripped off the skin of three men who regularly worked out, leaving them defenseless, and even hung up.

stand up.

"Damn it, why is this so dangerous?" Jon clenched his right fist, feeling the saint's remains inside, his face filled with solemnity.

Another mysterious Stand user, another skinner, and another unknown entity that turns people into wood... This is fantastic! I never expected this journey to find the saint's remains to be so exciting.

Just as Jon was lamenting the perilous nature of this adventure, a familiar yet surprised voice came from behind them.

"Wow, wow, what is this? It looks really bad."

Jon frowned, turned around, and upon seeing the iconic cowboy hat and the smug expression on the man's face, rolled his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Holmes? What are you doing here?"

"Oh? What a coincidence," Holmes began to flatter with his smooth, seasoned manner of dating, "Looks like we've been drawn together again by that... law that Stand users attract Stand users."

"What a coincidence, hahaha."

Jon's lips twitched, his face showing only silence.

He could barely believe that last night's encounter was the first time the two were attracted to each other, but could they attract each other again after this encounter?

That's absolutely outrageous.

"Well then, Mr. Holmes," Coulson stepped forward, gesturing to the corpses being moved behind him, "do you have any leads on this?"

"I have no idea what happened?" Holmes stroked his recently grown beard and shook his head gently. "Last night I was spending the night with a hot woman."

"You know, I have a girlfriend in every country and every region of the world. After all, I'm the best guy for girls in the world, hahaha."

"Alright, Phil, go wake up Little Mustache, we should go." Jon walked over, ignoring the guy, and said in a low voice, "Next stop, Rose Hill."

Coulson glanced at the obviously unreliable Holmes, seemingly wanting to say something, but after thinking about it, he swallowed it back, turned around and went into the elevator to call Tony.

After everyone left, Jon crossed his arms and walked up to Horhos, who was feigning frivolity, and said in a deep voice, "Now, can we be frank?"

"Okay, but I can't keep calling you Dio's brat, can I?" Holmes's nonchalant expression vanished instantly, replaced by a serious look. "Your name?"

Jon took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and carefully examined every subtle expression on Holmes' face, trying to find a flaw.

After a moment, he finally introduced himself: "Jon Yowick."

"Jon Yowick? JOJO? You're a JOJ0 too..." Holmes remarked, a subtle smile appearing on his face.

Now he understood where that sense of déjà vu in Jon's eyes came from.

"Purpose?" Jon urged coldly. He needed to make sure this guy wasn't after Tony, or things would get much more complicated.

"I'm here to find a parrot..." Holmes's expression turned serious. He looked around, leaned closer, and whispered the reason for his visit.

Upon hearing this, Jon frowned deeply. Good heavens, it was another mess left behind by Dior!

It turns out that Dio trained two animals: one was a falcon named Petsha, the same stinky bird that fought Iggy, and the other was this parrot.

Clearly, this parrot is also a Stand user. It has never shown its Stand ability since Dio's death, but this time it's different—it has been stolen!

This is no small matter. Someone with malicious intent stole a Stand user who is extremely easy to control? Even a fool could tell this is going to cause huge trouble. Damn it!

"And also, according to the guidance of the god Toto..." Horhos continued to explain why he came to this city, "it sent me here, saying that there would be a reward."

"Now it seems," he shrugged, "that the reward was meeting you. As long as I follow you, I can find that damn parrot and put it back in its cage."

Jon's expression grew increasingly serious. He stroked his chin, catching a glaring flaw in the other's words:

If Horhos came following the guidance of the god Toto, then what about Toto's comic book? What about Boingo? Where is the person?

As is widely known, Toto the God is a comic book with prophetic abilities.

The events described in the book will surely happen in reality, although the details may differ.

But Jon remembered that SPW Foundation's research data mentioned that Toto was not actually a Stand ability; it was only because Dio gave it that name that it was considered a Stand.

(As mentioned in Araki's manga)

According to Boingo, the comic book titled "Toto the God" existed before he was born, but it was only after his birth that it was transformed into a comic book and attached to him.

No matter how his alcoholic father tried to pay off the debt with books, they would always end up back in Boingo's hands, as if fate had forcibly bound the two together.

It seems that the mysterious being known as Toto chose Boingo as the custodian to temporarily safeguard this comic book that can predict the future.

But even Boingo himself couldn't explain his specific purpose. Yet, at this moment, these guys connected to Dior had unexpectedly come together again.

"Where is Toto?" Jon asked in a low voice, staring at Holmes, whose eyes were flickering. "Did you throw him away? Or did you lose him again?"

"Uh...that...hahahaha!"

Holhos's embarrassment was almost palpable, because they had indeed lost Toto.

"Okay, I admit it, that damn thing is indeed lost."

"You're a fucking genius." Jon laughed angrily, his fists clenching unconsciously.

How could we carelessly lose something as important as the God of Totso? If it falls into the hands of some ambitious person, the consequences would be unimaginable! Damn it!

"Oh, calm down, Lord Jon." Holmes put on a fawning expression and leaned over to squeeze Jon's shoulder. "I've decided to follow you."

"you!"

Jon Snow suddenly grabbed Holmes by the collar, his suppressed rage exploding instantly.

He was already furious about those three innocent people who died tragically, and now this troublesome brat has come along to make things worse! He hates trouble the most, so this is perfect!!!

"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Jon, calm down!" Holmes was sweating profusely.

That fleeting murderous aura had given him the illusion of facing Dio, so he quickly flattered, "I'm a powerful ally!"

"Damn it." Jon took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, and released his grip to put him down.

He glanced at the two people walking towards him at the end of the corridor, waved his hand impatiently to signal them to leave; they couldn't waste any more time like this.

"What happened?" Tony, dressed in a flashy casual outfit, had just stepped off the elevator when he keenly sensed the unusual tension in the air. His face showed suspicion. "What's wrong?"

Jon turned back and gave him an annoyed look, then turned and walked out of the hotel without a word.

The three behind them quickly followed. On the way, Holmes and Tony got to know each other, and the two playboys quickly found common ground.

"Our primary task is to enter Rose Hill," Jon said to the group as they walked, "both to lay low for a while and to continue the search for the saint's remains. Moving deep into the mountains will at least keep ordinary people out of trouble."

Tony nodded knowingly, fully agreeing with the choice: "Perfect timing, my partner's home is in a town at the foot of Rose Hill. Once I repair my armor, we can be ready to fight."

"...So, we need to go buy some daily necessities and moisture-proof cloths now. It's snowing heavily in the mountains, and..."

The three people in front of them were discussing the purchase list as if no one else was around. Just as Holmes was about to interject, a biting cold wind suddenly swept by, accompanied by a dense sound like shuffling playing cards!

Horhos's pupils constricted sharply! In his vision, countless cards were frantically drilling into his seven orifices! In just an instant, he was frozen in place, unable to move.

Even more terrifying, those horrifying voices that only tormented him in the dead of night were now surging into his mind again!

The figure waiting at the traffic light ahead, Jon Yowick, twisted and transformed in his eyes, becoming Dio Brando, the being that made his soul tremble!

"Horhos, I'm asking you a question!"

The surrounding scenery shifted eerily. Dio slowly turned around, a crimson glint in his eyes. His voice was low and dangerous, "You swore allegiance to me, yet you didn't even fight?"

Dior's lips twisted into a smirk as he approached with elegant yet eerie cat-like steps, hands on his hips.

He lowered his head slightly, and his sweet yet deadly voice pierced Holmes' ears: "You've failed twice already, running back with your tail between your legs. This time, you should at least kill Joestar and his gang for me, right? Otherwise..." Dio's voice suddenly turned cold, "I'll kill you then, Holmes."

Having said that, Dio straightened up, a contemptuous smile on his face, and turned to walk into the darkness in the distance.

Damn it! My body's completely out of my control! This is a Stand attack!!! JOJO!!! Get out of the way!!!

The stand-in emperor spun uncontrollably into Holhos's hand.

He gritted his teeth, his face filled with extreme terror, yet the hand holding the gun precisely raised it, the muzzle locked onto the terrifying figure in front of him.

Jon Snow was turning into Dio in his eyes!

(With this armor stacked, this skinner is definitely from Marvel.)

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