Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

While passing through a market.

The guy who looked like a homeless man finally made his move.

He walked directly in close proximity to women.

"When did you start working as a postman, Erin Adler?" the man, who looked like a vagrant, said.

"So it was you. How did the great detective end up like this?" After a careful look, he saw through the homeless man's disguise.

"An intriguing package. Who is the recipient?" The golden eyes hidden beneath the messy wig already knew the answer before even asking the question.

"How about we talk about it over dinner tonight?"

"I'm free at noon too."

"Um~ I didn't..."

"How about 8 o'clock at the Savai Restaurant?"

"Excellent."

"You're not putting on makeup, are you?"

The two walked through the bustling market, chatting like best friends, but both knew perfectly well that this was just a temporary measure.

“Probably not.” As Miss Jeanne said this, she pulled Eileen to the back of a carriage as they passed by. “Those three men have been following you for half a mile. It seems their motives are quite impure.”

He feigned surprise and pulled Miss Jeanne directly into the alley, but as for his motives, Miss Jeanne could figure it out with a snap of her fingers.

“Oh, it’s like this, they’re escorting me, not following me…and not just three, but four.” Eileen’s tone changed as she looked at the suddenly appearing burly men, leaving Miss Jeanne facing three large men.

Then he left.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, I'm not the only one following you." After watching Eileen completely disappear from sight, Miss Jeanne said this, her tone exactly the same as Eileen's last words when she left.

'Of these four people, one must be carrying a knife. They should also be checking my disguise and the thing I just used to replace the wrapped item.'

'But these people are no threat. Meanwhile, I've completed half of my main task. The next step, tracking Cecilia, is my responsibility now.'

'It's to make those four guys unable to get back to work.'

Four people, one of whom walked up to Miss Jeanne, while the other four walked behind her.

The burly man standing in front of Miss Jeanne took the replacement from her hand and handed it to the person standing behind her.

At the same time, Miss Jeanne turned around to observe the four people behind her, and the replacement was now at the junction of the two hands.

And this was the moment Miss Jeanne had been waiting for.

'Now.'

Thinking this, Miss Jeanne ripped the replacement at the junction of her two hands apart, followed by a punch.

A heavy punch landed on a person's face. Because Miss Jeanne had received long-term training with Ripple, knocking someone unconscious was just a matter of one punch.

Kick backward with your right foot.

Everything went wrong.

In a mere instant, Miss Jeanne had subdued two of the four people.

Just as the other two were realizing what Jeanne had done, she knocked one of them unconscious with her left hand. At that moment, her right hand was also free, and just like the previous two, she knocked this person down with a single punch.

"Although I know the destination of that package, well, now it's Cecilia's turn. But I think I successfully delivered it to her just now." Miss Jeanne muttered to herself, but probably not many people could hear her except for Miss Jeanne.

"Next up is lot number thirty-four, an ancient Egyptian marble sarcophagus of extraordinary provenance. Who will bid one hundred pounds for it?"

As she spoke these words, Eileen entered the auction hall at just the right moment and went straight to a seat.

“Your payment, Doctor.” Eileen handed the package to the person in the seat. Although she didn’t know the person’s name, Cecilia, who had taken over the surveillance work from Miss Jeanne, knew it very well.

If that thing is opened, anarchists will probably have to take another blame.

"Give this to him and tell him that our friend has always believed that I gave this to her sister." After saying this, the woman called the doctor prepared to open the package.

Eileen then got up to leave.

However, the doctor didn't want Eileen to leave.

"I'll examine you before you leave," the doctor said, and faced with this situation, Eileen had no choice but to sit down again.

Seeing Eileen sit down again, the doctor finally opened the wooden box inside the package.

Hmm, that's good, the first half is fine.

But the real problem lies in the second half.

Ah, the bomb was triggered by an impact, but just as the so-called steel bar was about to hit the trigger point, an auction paddle blocked it.

"Oh my, this is really something." A strand of silver hair fell between Eileen and the doctor; only two people in all of London had hair like that.

One is Jeanne Joestar, and the other is Cecilia Schariac.

"If you don't want to die, don't touch this thing. And by the way, what's inside probably isn't the reward you're looking for, since the weight and size are a bit off."

“I can say for sure that what’s in here will make a lot of noise.” Cecilia said this so that the two people around her could hear her clearly and understand the meaning behind her words.

There's a bomb inside, a bomb powerful enough to kill at least the three people sitting here.

"Who is she?" the doctor asked Eileen.

“She…” Eileen was speechless when she talked about this person.

After glancing at Eileen, who couldn't immediately give an answer, the doctor pulled back the paper covering her.

"Oh, it seems you haven't quite met the requirements of a beautiful lady. This situation is the activation of the second activation device." Cecilia judged the situation simply by listening to the sound of the gears turning.

"Sixteen hundred pounds, seventeen hundred pounds, eighteen hundred pounds..." The auction was still going on, but no one knew that there was actually a bomb hidden inside.

"By the way, don't leave later. If you leave me, I can't guarantee that the two of you will survive for more than three hours."

"One million pounds." After explaining things to the two people, Cecilia made her offer without hesitation, offering a price that shocked everyone present. She also knocked over a candle placed behind her, igniting the cloth behind her.

"Also, there's a fire." There's absolutely no remorse for starting the fire; I really don't know who he copied.

Because of the fire, everyone involved in the auction ran out immediately.

But who knows that there is actually a situation here that is even more dangerous than the rag catching fire?

Watching everyone leave, Cecilia picked up the bomb from the doctor's hand, walked onto the auction stage, and threw it directly into the sarcophagus that had been auctioned earlier. Then she closed the sarcophagus.

I turned around and looked at the hall again.

"Oh dear, it seems there's no way to save it." Cecilia said, looking at the empty hall.

A muffled thud was heard, and the bomb died without incident.

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EMMMMMMMMMMMM, after dealing with Moriarty, I'll go back to JOJO. After finishing JOJO, I'll solve Blackwood's case, and then go to F/A. I just want to go to F/A to show Jeanne d'Arc her current miserable state.

Thanks to Merlin (awesome for slacking off), Jeanne Darc, Book Guest 91373892624, Tax Bureau Prime Minister Enkidu, Lulutia?, and Book Guest 59296178215 for their recommendation votes.

Ripples and Blood: Chapter Fourteen - Gypsy Customs

When Cecilia left the auction house and saw the doctor again, he was already dead, with a blowgun stuck in his thigh.

Coincidentally, no one showed up at the restaurant at 8 p.m. Neither Eileen nor Jeanne had a meal there, which was a real pity. However, I think Miss Eileen probably preferred to have dinner with Cecilia rather than Miss Jeanne.

Because when Miss Jeanne heard Cecilia talk about Eileen's situation, she already knew that Eileen would most likely not return until she became a corpse.

However, although Miss Jeanne had confirmed this, she didn't think Irene would really become a corpse, after all, she was a woman who had tricked both Cecilia and Miss Jeanne once.

That night, Cecilia and Miss Jeanne returned to a small, temporarily rented room on the outskirts of London, where all the latest developments regarding Moriarty's crimes were kept.

"Cecilia, how is it?" Miss Jeanne asked Cecilia, who had just finished the second half of the work, as she looked at the newly added deaths on the map.

"Dr. Hoffman, the pioneer of plastic surgery, but today, he died of heart failure?" Cecilia casually recounted what she had been investigating.

"Since this is the fifth bomb explosion, a peace summit will be held soon."

“Cecilia, why do you think Dr. Hoffman died?” Miss Jeanne asked Cecilia.

"He recently performed surgery on someone who has an older or younger sister."

"Have you found any clues?"

“Yes, of course I found a clue, and a huge one at that, and because of this clue we’re going to go abroad now.” As she said this, Miss Jeanne took out two boat tickets from her pocket.

A ticket for a ship departing in three hours, a ticket to France.

"Didn't you consider our speed of travel when you booked this ticket?" Cecilia asked Miss Jeanne, looking at the ticket.

"Of course we've considered that, so we won't be taking a carriage this time; carriages are too slow."

"Alright, I don't care about this matter, but have you really conveyed those things to the Holmes diplomat?"

"Who knows, but one thing is for sure, the peace summit is definitely not going to be canceled." With that, Miss Jeanne opened the door and mounted her horse.

"Let's go, Cecilia. There are still many things waiting for us to take care of."

Having said that, they arrived at their destination at noon the next day.

We should really thank the industrial age for being able to reach France so quickly.

"This stewed hedgehog is quite delicious." Cecilia commented while tasting the stewed hedgehog. But to be honest, you can't expect someone who can say that the Heavenly Fire Judgment barbecue is delicious to give a good review of food.

"Who are you two?"

"Related bystanders?" Miss Jeanne, sitting next to Cecilia, replied, but the things they were involved in could hardly be considered "related bystanders."

"Why does someone want to kill me?"

“It’s simple. Someone thinks you know something you shouldn’t know, and of course, they found it out from your brother,” Cecilia replied while still eating her stewed hedgehog.

“I don’t know anything. I’ve been looking for my brother for over a year, which is why I went to London. That’s where he was last seen.” Simsa said this with a somewhat somber expression, probably because he missed his brother.

“Obviously, your brother loves you very much, so he would never give you any information that could put you in danger.” As she said this, Miss Jeanne pulled a note from her pocket.

Cecilia got the note from Eileen.

"So that information must have been given to you unintentionally."