Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

Putting aside what was said before, even just based on what we know about Blackwood's personality, it would never have made him so calm before his death.

For Ms. Jeanne, who is good at analysis, such a death would be a complete letdown, like finding a meal full of excrement halfway through, which is hard to accept.

"Why?" After spending several years with Miss Jeanne, Cecilia had come to understand one thing: Miss Jeanne would never speak without reason.

“Blackwood’s performance is no longer acting; it’s more like that of a fanatic,” Miss Jeanne said. But that didn’t make sense, since a fanatic wouldn’t be afraid of death.

However, Blackwood could never be a fanatic, a fact that Miss Jeanne and Cecilia were both completely certain of. Blackwood might be a fraud, or a politician, but he could never be a fanatic.

reason?

He doesn't deserve it. He doesn't have even a shred of faith. How can someone like that be called a fanatic?

"And if such a person were to truly become a fanatic, then something must have happened to turn him into a fanatic." Yes, something absolutely must have happened, and that thing must be significant enough to change Blackwood's worldview.

Only under such circumstances could Blackwood become a fanatic.

“Stone Mask, if it’s Stone Mask, maybe it can.” Relying on the ideas given by Miss Jeanne, Cecilia quickly deduced the possible problems.

"As for the Stone Mask, the Joestar family has already destroyed it, and Moriarty is still keeping it securely locked in the Imaginary Dimension." However, both known Stone Masks are currently under surveillance.

"Unless there are several other stone masks." Yes, unless there are other stone masks, this situation would not occur.

"I think this might not be the Stone Mask." Making completely unfounded speculations, but not knowing what the real answer is.

"Then let's not rule out the possibility that there are things in this world besides the Stone Mask and Ripple Breathing." Although it was an unfounded speculation, Cecilia still took the possibility that Miss Jeanne mentioned into consideration.

"Well, let's investigate this matter after we get home. After all, it's best to do research at home." Seeing that Cecilia agreed with her suggestion, Miss Jeanne's anxiety subsided a little.

"Hudson is still waiting for us."

At this moment, Jeanne remembered this incident. Yes, Hudson was still waiting for them, waiting for the two of them to go back and finish their meal.

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They are considering whether the enemy is a Pillar Man or a Stand.

Thanks to 233 for the recommendation vote.

Thank you to Prime Minister Nkidu of the Tax Service for the monthly pass.

Ripples and Blood's Frenzy: Chapter Twenty-Six: What Cecilia Cares About

Three days have passed since Blackwood was hanged.

In the afternoon, the weather was fine, and the landlady, Ms. Hudson, went out. The data collection that day did not yield good results.

This incident made Jeanne feel bad all day, but, well, there was a reason why I didn't tell Jeanne that day.

I felt that Jeanne should rest for a while, which is why I deliberately didn't tell her about it, even though it would cause many people to die and cause great harm to Blackwood.

However, I still hope that Jeanne can rest a little. The Moriarty incident has only just been resolved. Although Jeanne's body is recovering, it is only recovering.

Recovering does not mean that recovery has been achieved.

And what's with that bastard Jeanne? Every time she's about to say she's not going back, she deliberately changes the subject.

Yes, although every time I bring it up, it ends before it even begins, but I always manage to find an opportunity. However, if Jeanne hadn't kept changing the subject, how could I not have brought it up?

It must have been overheard on the train that day, which is why I've been avoiding the topic.

Honestly, I should never have said that back then, and if I had to, I shouldn't have let Jeanne hear it.

But if Jeanne insists on sending me back, there's something I can do. After all, I haven't told Jeanne about the Schariac family's inherited abilities. Although I didn't intend to tell Jeanne the first time, I've always forgotten about it since.

If we use that, Jeanne won't have any problems at all. Although it will shorten the time we spend together, even a shorter time is better than Jeanne dying.

"Speaking of which, Blackwood has been buried for three days now," the silver-haired woman eating a piece of cake said in front of me, interrupting what I was about to think about. But being interrupted probably wasn't anything important.

"Yes, tomorrow will be three days." He echoed her words, not knowing what she was trying to say, but for now, just agreeing with her was enough.

“If nothing goes wrong by tomorrow, then there shouldn’t be any more problems,” she said, but her tone suggested she already envisioned Blackwood’s grave being empty.

"Perhaps, but Jeanne, you're being too suspicious. What if Blackwood was a fanatic all along?" Unlike the previous statement, this wasn't just agreement, but a reminder, as if specifically telling Jeanne that Blackwood was indeed dead.

But there's something else involved, something that's probably the desire for Na to rest, since her transformation into a suicide soldier probably wasn't quite over yet.

But how should we describe the reality we face?

What should I pray for? What kind of explosion would be better? Or should I say, "May your mouth be blessed"?

In short, on the night I finished my prayers, a light rain fell, and the next day, while the air was still slightly damp, Blackwood was resurrected.

Then, whether it was because the light rain damaged the newly completed cemetery or something else, Blackwood somehow managed to rise from the grave, from the place that had been weighed down by a marble tomb weighing several tons.

The planned rest time for Jeanne is gone. Or rather, she's so busy that she doesn't even have time to rest.

Perhaps I should advise Jeanne to rest for a while; this thought suddenly popped into my head amidst this situation. And I couldn't shake it off.

However, it seems that even if we need to rest, that's something for later. Jeanne and I have to finish this matter first, and finish the last case of the year... hopefully the last one.

Once this matter is resolved, Jeanne must rest, no matter what she says. If it doesn't work in London, then drag her to Joestar's house.

Although the Joestar house burned down, I spent some money to renovate it after I finished dealing with Moriarty's matter.

The carriage is gradually slowing down, which means we're almost at our destination.

Hmm, what adjective should I use to describe the scene? But whatever adjective I use, I think I should say it now. "Who do you think won the game, Krach?"

"what?"

“A rugby match,” he said, pointing to the scratches on the ground.

"Their ability to destroy potential evidence is truly..."

"Exceptionally talented?" Jeanne added at the opportune moment, it seemed that Miss Jeanne was also a little unhappy about the scene being disturbed.

However, what angered me more than the destruction of the scene was the reduction in Jeanne's rest time.

Destroying evidence will significantly extend the time of the entire case, and this extended time will ultimately reduce Jeanne's rest time. Shortening Jeanne's rest time is equivalent to shortening her recovery time.

"Cecilia, don't be angry. We should go and see what's going on."

"Alright, Jeanne, go check the tombstone. I'll go see the gravedigger." Hearing Jeanne's words calmed him down, and then he gave the instructions.

Come to think of it, this is one of the rare times I've only ever used Jeanne.

"Hello, sir." She walked to the side and greeted the gravedigger, who was clearly terrified, but her attention was entirely focused on Jeanne, who was examining the remains.

He actually licked the stone of the tombstone. Isn't he afraid it's poisonous? Or is he just relying on his Ripple Breathing to survive until I come to save him?

It's really worrying.

"He was terrified and may need some rest." The examination was not ideal; they didn't get any good answers or useful information.

They even made Jeanne lick a stone. Ah, I'll have to manage Jeanne's diet for a while when we get back.

“The eyewitness said he saw Blackwood emerge from the grave,” Inspector Lestrade said to me as the inspection was completed.

"So, what do you think?"

"what?"

"You're the one who said he was dead."

"He had no pulse at that time." He stated the facts, ignoring Lestrade's dismissive attitude.

No sooner had she finished speaking than the police, who had been terrified, had already brought out the coffin. But if Jeanne was right, anyone could be inside except Blackwood.

But the most likely explanation is that the person who helped Blackwood fake his death was involved, since such a stain shouldn't remain in this world.

When they pried open the coffin, the person inside certainly didn't look like Blackwood. In fact, it would be hilarious if someone could mistake this person for Blackwood.

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I tried writing from Cecilia's perspective, and if nothing unexpected happens, I'll switch back to her perspective in the next chapter.

Thank you Jeanne Dalque for the recommendation vote.

A Frenzy of Ripples and Blood: Chapter Twenty-Seven - An Unexpected Surprise

Looking at the corpse in the coffin, I opened a bag I always carried with me, filled with various tools.

The bag was full of various tools, including those used for autopsies.

"So, Cecilia, how long ago do you think this person died?" Jeanne asked me, her tone devoid of any doubt.

He crouched down and took a small ruler out of the bag.

The length of the corpse maggot is about two-thirds of an inch, based on this calculation.

"Two-thirds of an inch in length, time of death approximately ten to twelve hours ago, Lestrade, may I borrow your pen?"

My request was quickly answered, and a pen was handed to me.

Using a pen, I slightly pried open the mouth of the person in the coffin. The teeth inside were slightly covered by soil, but some features could still be clearly identified.

“It’s a dwarf, no, a gnome.” I handed the pen back, not even bothering to see how Lestrade would retrieve it. He’d probably just use a handkerchief or tissue, and then throw it away.

But what happens next is none of my business.

I've finished all the tests I could do; now it's Jeanne's turn.

“I know what I saw, it was Blackwood! It’s real.”

“After the dead die, the living are put into the coffin,” the gravedigger said, as if he had actually seen Blackwood rise from his grave.

However, apart from me, no one noticed that Jeanne had secretly taken that person's pocket watch, as if she had discovered something.

"Looks like we have something to do, Jeanne, let's go." I said, only after watching Jeanne put the pocket watch in her bosom.

"Do you really believe he will come back to life?" Jeanne asked me on the way back, but her expression seemed to indicate that she already had the answer.

“It’s not a matter of belief or not, but how he was resurrected.” Cecilia looked at the face that already had the answer and said what she had been hoping to hear.

And what happened afterward proved that Jeanne did indeed have an answer, and in fact, she had sensed something was wrong several days earlier.