Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

"Those guys were destined to die anyway. Although I committed a crime, I am still aware of the harm they caused." Moriarty said this as if he didn't care at all whether those guys lived or died.

“However, more than those guys, I’m curious about where your Stone Mask is, Professor,” Miss Jeanne asked, as if she were asking an unrelated question, but one that contained another.

"Of course, they've all been destroyed." Moriarty's words left no room for doubt, but who knew if he really did destroy the items as he claimed?

“Then how about I get your autograph, Professor Moriarty?” Cecilia said, handing Moriarty a book she had just picked up.

Moriarty didn't hesitate; he took the book and prepared to sign his name.

Taking advantage of this time, Cecilia moved behind Moriarty, who was sitting in a chair, and looked at the things on the blackboard that were placed there.

"I heard there was a big fire at the Joestar mansion last night. Was anyone injured?" Moriarty, who was busy signing autographs, completely ignored what Cecilia was doing and asked Miss Jeanne in front of him directly.

"Those people are all doing well, so you don't need to worry about them."

"Oh, I see. It seems I was worried for nothing."

Cecilia wrote down what was on the blackboard and then turned back, just as Moriarty finished signing his name.

"You really read this book?" Moriarty asked as he handed the book back to Cecilia.

"I think this book is very interesting, but compared to your recent actions, I don't think it's interesting enough."

"I'll take that as a compliment, after all, I have great respect for the talents of both of you... I'm honored to finally be able to meet you both formally."

As he spoke, Moriarty extended his hand, intending to shake hands with the two directly, rather than offering a hand kiss.

However, at this moment, Cecilia handed the book in her hand to Miss Jeanne.

I casually flipped through the pages, taking the opportunity to study Moriarty's handwriting.

"I wonder if you have any knowledge of handwriting analysis?" Miss Jeanne asked Moriarty, who had sat back down in his chair, as she looked at the words in the book.

"No, no, I don't care about either aspect."

"A psychological analysis of your handwriting: the upper parts of your P, J, and M indicate that you are exceptionally intelligent, while the elegant handwriting in the lower parts shows that you are creative yet extremely meticulous," Miss Jeanne analyzed, looking at Moriarty's handwriting.

"However, if you combine the slant angle and pressure of the font, you can see something else."

"You are extremely narcissistic, completely lacking in empathy, and have a strong tendency to..."

"NO!!!" He immediately stopped Miss Jeanne from continuing.

"Moral depravity." He said directly and matter-of-factly, without paying any attention to Moriarty's attempts to stop him.

"However, there's no need to worry about it, Professor Moriarty. After all, handwriting psychology is just a side practice." He said this as if everything he had said before was untrue.

“However, rather than talking about these things, I think it would be more appropriate for the three of us to sit down and play chess.” With that, Moriarty picked up a chess piece from the chessboard on his table.

"I'm afraid you'll lose."

"Don't worry, I won't show any mercy. My respect for you is the only reason you've lived this long, Miss Shaniat and Miss Joestar."

"Don't worry, I will definitely win."

The conversation ultimately ended in a standoff between the three.

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My phone got bricked today, and I was torn between buying a new one and getting it repaired.

Thank you Jeanne Darc, Lulutia, Book Guest 91373892624, and Prime Minister Nkidu of the Tax Bureau for your votes.

Thanks to Yunru for the recommendation and the spicy snacks.

Ripple and Blood Carnival: Chapter Twelve - Legal Loli Hudson

The sky was much darker than when the two of them arrived.

“Cecilia, have you noticed that the flowers on his windowsill haven’t been well tended to?” Miss Jeanne said, but Cecilia didn’t actually know what information Miss Jeanne had.

“There’s a book on Moriarty’s desk called Indoor Gardening. Someone like Moriarty wouldn’t just read and not do anything.” Seeing that Cecilia didn’t answer, Miss Jeanne continued to explain what she had seen and her analysis.

“Indeed.” Listening to Miss Jeanne’s analysis, Cecilia finally understood what the disharmony she had been feeling all along was.

“That indoor gardening book must be some kind of codebook,” Cecilia analyzed, based on Miss Jeanne’s analysis.

"And this proves one thing perfectly, Cecilia. You should remember that Moriarty had a red notebook in the left pocket of his coat, right?"

"Ah."

Seeing Cecilia nod, Miss Jeanne did not continue speaking, but instead spread the ripples out from her feet, just like when she used the flames to search for Sirin.

After confirming that no one was around, Miss Jeanne finally decided to reveal her findings.

"When I left, I put that book directly in my pocket," said Miss Jeanne, pulling a small red notebook from her coat pocket.

Sorry, but the Herrscher of the Void is just that unreasonable when it comes to cheating.

"I understand, I'll go decipher it." After a few minutes, Cecilia finally remembered what was on Miss Jeanne.

"Yes, the faster the better."

And so, the discussion between the two ended, as if they were talking about unrelated things.

The following afternoon, however, something a little unusual happened.

A bomb has exploded.

An explosion occurred in a French city, and with it, the air in London became slightly different.

In London today, the air is not only filled with smog, but also has a strange smell that Cecilia and Miss Jeanne couldn't quite figure out.

But now...

These two girls should have touched it enough already.

That was the smell of gunpowder. Although it didn't smell as strong now, it was definitely there, in the air of London that was usually filled with the smell of industry.

"Cecilia, what are your thoughts on this explosion?" Miss Jeanne asked Cecilia, who was looking at another newspaper, as she sat on the sofa reading her newspaper.

"This is not something anarchists would do." Such a statement suggests that the perpetrator of this explosion was not an anarchist as most people believe.

“It’s definitely not them,” Miss Jeanne said, gesturing for Cecilia to continue.

"I don't think this is what countries are doing nowadays."

"Of course, although the situation wasn't much better before, it was much more normal compared to what happened after this explosion." Recalling the information in his mind, he offered a new explanation for the current situation.

"Although I'm not good at reasoning, I can still figure things out just by looking at the situation."

"In my opinion, once war breaks out, the biggest beneficiaries will not be those countries, but rather..."

"Arms dealer!"

"Just like you said, Cecilia, if war breaks out, the biggest beneficiaries will be the arms dealers."

"Recently, several arms companies' stocks have been bought up, while the founders of these companies have gone bankrupt and stepped down for some reason."

“Cecilia, what if we consider the situation with that book?” Miss Jeanne said, as if she were holding the Philosopher’s Stone in alchemy.

"Moriarty has recently bought a large number of stocks, seventy percent of which are in the arms industry..."

“I think we’ve found the culprit behind this explosion.” Seeing that Cecilia, whose mind was a little sluggish due to lack of sleep, had finally caught up, Miss Jeanne’s tense face, which had been tense since she started reading the book last night, finally relaxed a little.

“However, Moriarty is a close friend of the current Prime Minister and has also been designated as a British peace ambassador. And, most importantly, we have no evidence,” Cecilia said, having already understood what Miss Jeanne was trying to do.

“Yes, we have no evidence, so let’s get ready to go, Cecilia.” Miss Jeanne was in high spirits; nearly forty hours without sleep seemed to have no effect on her at all.

"Oh, right, before we leave, we need to ask Miss Hudson to pass on some things to Jojo and Dio."

"That's easy for you to say, but judging from Moriarty's previous performance, we really can't afford to miss it." Yes, this is a banquet we can't miss, and one we can't afford to miss either.

This is a banquet that may only happen once in the entire world.

The two of them had just returned to their rented apartment last night and immediately began deciphering the red notebook, without even having time to change their clothes.

However, upon opening the door, one sees a petite woman—or perhaps "girl" would be a more fitting description.

However, both Miss Jeanne and Cecilia knew that this person who looked like a girl was actually much older than a girl.

"You, you're leaving already? I just prepared the tea." The girl was carrying a tray that was far too large for her, and it was covered with a lot of things.

If the room door hadn't opened inwards, the girl probably would have spilled everything she was carrying.

“Yes, we’ll be leaving soon, Miss Hudson,” Miss Jeanne said gently.

As for why? Because Miss Hudson is too timid, though "submissive" might be a better word than "timid".

"So, you're not going to have any tea?" Even so, Miss Hudson still hoped that Jeanne and Cecilia would stay and finish their tea before leaving.

“How could that be? Even if you’re in a hurry, there’s always time to have a cup of tea.” Saying this, Miss Jeanne took a few steps back, making way for Miss Hudson.

"Didn't you say it was in a hurry?"

"Even if we're in a hurry, we won't rush things over an afternoon tea. There's bound to be a second explosion anyway. The most important thing right now is to enjoy afternoon tea, isn't it?"

“That’s true. After all, this afternoon tea might be the last one for a while, and Miss Hudson did a pretty good job.” In the end, Cecilia relaxed a little.

Regardless of what these two have been doing lately, Cecilia and Miss Jeanne are still just girls in their early twenties.

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I slightly altered Mrs. Hudson's image; she's now a legally timid and innocent little girl—great!

Thank you to bookgoers 59296178215, Jeanne Darc, and Yunru for the recommendation votes.

Ripple and Blood Frenzy: Chapter Thirteen - How to Deal with Low-Yield Bombs?

It was a package, wrapped in oiled paper. It wasn't very big, but only the sender and someone else probably knew what was inside.

The package was passed around continuously.

Eventually, it ended up in the hands of a woman.

Behind the woman was a ragged man who looked like a penniless pauper or a homeless person.