After having dinner at Dongfang's home, I took a short rest, chatted with the old man of Dongfang Liangping, and learned some interesting facts about Duwang Town, and Dior offered to leave.

"Gone so soon?"

Dongfang Liangping didn't know why, and he was a little reluctant.

It's too much of a conversation with Dior, he rarely feels this way, even if it looks like Dior is very young, and the age gap with him is a bit big.

But there is a common language between the two in some aspects, and sometimes he even has the illusion that Dior is an old friend he has not seen for many years and is only able to meet again today.

Chatting with Dior, peace of mind, comfort, and happiness is too rare for Dongfang Liangping, who is over fifty-five years old.

"I'm just across the street, so I'll be sure to come over often when I have time."

Dior pointed to the small western-style building opposite, the distance between the two is only about thirty or forty meters, and it is very convenient to visit the door.

"Then, next time?"

"Next time, definitely!"

Waving goodbye to the Dongfang family, Dio turned to leave.

Looking at the back of Dior's departure, Dongfang Yusuke finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"I'll have to inform Mr. Jotaro immediately."

After confirming that Dior would not come over, he ran to the telephone next to him.

After touching the phone, Yusuke touched the brand-new Fukuzawa Yukichi in his pocket, a little hesitant.

This Mr. Dior, although he looks exactly the same, seems to be a little different from Mr. Kujo's description in terms of personality.

Is it a disguise?

Forget it, let's leave it to Mr. Jotaro to deal with, after all, he is not that impulsive person, and he will definitely investigate it before doing it.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Yusuke still dialed the phone number left for him by Jotaro Kujo.

"Help, what's wrong?"

Jotaro Kujo answered the phone, heard the voice of the helper, and put down the information in his hand.

"Mr. Jotaro, Dior just came to the door, and he lives across the street from my house."

I can hear that Shosuke's mood is very stable, and there should be nothing wrong with Dior's sudden visit this time.

Jotaro, who was still worried after hearing the news, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I understand, next, leave it all to me, you just take care of yourself, it's best to leave with your family for a day or two."

After a few words, Jotaro hung up the phone and circled a location on the map.

In the past few days, he has been busy looking for Dior's traces, but he didn't expect Dior to automatically send it to the door.

In the small place of Toocho, which is also Japan, the power penetration of the SPW consortium is not satisfactory, mainly because there are big moves, and it is easy to startle the snake.

They can only grope slowly, and the movements are really not fast.

If it were in a big city, or on the American side, it might not take them a day to completely grasp Dior's whereabouts.

After a moment of thought, Jotaro made another call.

On Dior's side, the sky had completely darkened, and he walked to the middle of the street and paused.

There were only dim lights on the streets and moonlight from the sky, not too bright.

Starlight is minimal, mostly obscured by dark clouds.

He turned and walked to the left, where there was a large half-man high stone on the sidewalk, and under the stone, there was a small wooden sign.

It says an introduction to the stone, but Dior's interest is not in it.

"You seem to want to kill me!"

Under the moonlight, Dior's shadow was pulled by the elder, and at this point in time, there were still pedestrians wandering not far away, and there was a faint sound of laughter.

Angelo, who was hiding in the bushes behind the stone, seemed to be completely unable to hear, and an inexplicable fear hit his heart.

It was a natural desire to avoid harm at the top of the food chain, reminding him that there was a powerful creature watching over him.

Even if there is no killing intent, the powerful feeling of oppression makes the hairs on the body stand on end, and a chill is born out of thin air from the tail vertebrae.

Born as a human being, he is like a fried kitten, instinctively reacting physically.

It's not the urge to give up your life, but the body's ability to slow down, your heart beat to a weakened heartbeat, and your breath to breathe as if it's nothing.

Animals in the natural world, desperate fight is only a choice when the gap between the two sides is not large, and when encountering a powerful and unreachable existence, there are only two ways to deal with it.

One is to run away, and the other is to play dead.

In other words, Angelo's instinct automatically chose the second one, play dead!

In other words, to reduce the sense of presence.

Although it is not known why this is the case, Angelo does not want Dior to find out, and he decides to follow the instinctive guidance.

This feeling has never been felt even when you are shot through the body by an arrow, and when you are put around your neck with a noose.

Will die!

Death has never been so close!

Sure enough, it was best to choose assassination, and as soon as this guy got closer, I felt that something was wrong.

"Why don't you speak, you're there, scared?"

Dio was not looking directly at Angelo's location, at the intersection of the street, a man with a drawing board under his arm walked slowly.

He wore a purple shirt with a long green waistcoat without sleeves, and his hair was flowing, with a little above his forehead, and a green headband was fastened.

With the earrings like gold fountain refills on his ears, and with a smile on his face and a radiant look, he seems to know that this person is in a happy mood at the moment.

It may be the reason why Dior looked away, and Angelo's heart seemed to let go of a thousand pounds of burden.

"Arrogant, so arrogant, what I hate the most is that others are so arrogant!"

Angelo also noticed the people on the side of the street at this time, and if the first sentence was just Dio's random speculation, the second sentence undoubtedly confirmed Angelo that Dio had discovered his existence.

So bold, Angelo isn't a fool either.

This guy Dior must have great confidence and can deal with him!

With such a strong body, he should be able to deal with several people with his bare hands, and maybe he still has a gun on him.

Foreign businessmen, it's normal to have guns.

It can be said that if Angelo was an ordinary person, he would definitely retreat and leave.

But he's not, Angelo is a stand-in!

The aqua blue double was attached to his face, waiting for an opportunity to strike at any time.

Angelo didn't have to fight hard with Dior at all, he comforted himself.

"Don't be afraid, the stand-in messenger can only be fought against by the stand-in messenger, the lives of ordinary people are just ants that can be crushed to death in my hands, and when the person on the side of the street comes, I will send a stand-in and let him die in despair."

As for whether Dio is a stand-in messenger, he has also thought about it, but it is impossible.

If Dior was really a stand-in messenger, his stand-in was discovered when he hijacked the female clerk in the store.

But judging by Dior's reaction, it seems that he did not notice his stand-in.

And stand-in messengers are not so common, if you want to awaken a stand-in, you must have qualifications, and you must also have the help of arrows.