The Best Villain's Bizarre Journey

Jonson hit Puqi on the stomach with one knee, Puqi sprayed out a transparent liquid, and his face was bruised and swollen——

This beating lasted for ten minutes.

Although Pucci is also a strong man, he can't beat Jonson's anger blessing and Ripple's help.

Beating them to death is not a problem.

"Jon... Sen... Joffrey... Don't you just want to know fate?" Pucci sat on the ground, leaning against a wall, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he looked miserable.

Jonson was also tired, so he took a short breath and continued.

If I don't beat you to death today, I am not the boss of the Passion organization.

Puqi said out of breath: "Don't you know? Who is the most miserable person in this world?"

"I already fully understand the content of God's whisper." Pucci said seriously.

Johnson rolled his eyes, "I wrote that thing."

"I already knew what your future fate will be!" Jonson said loudly, "Pucci, without my participation, your future will be asphyxiation by inhaling pure oxygen."

Puqi didn't say anything, but sneered, and said, "So it's you, you wrote part of the secret language?"

Part?

"Do you think I'm really a fool?" Pucci said, "I'm afraid you don't even know it?"

Jonson narrowed his eyes slightly. This world is really different from the world he said, at least there will be no dios in his world.

Yes, in the JOJO's Bizarre Adventure I watched, Dio was indeed dead.

What about DIOs?

Jonsson was still shirtless, and quickly picked up his coat on the ground. Inside the coat, the dio speaker was still inside. Jonsson looked at the time, and it was only nine o'clock in the morning.

Jonson thought that his reaction was timely enough, and he had already made good use of his own intelligence advantage to directly put Puqi to death. Now that Puqi is seriously injured, he has no power to fight back. As long as Puqi is killed now .

Then he can rest easy.

But it seems impossible, because there are too many incompatible places in this world, Jonson looked down at Pucci, he just said——

——Part of the secret language was written by you

What do you mean?

Didn't I write that secret language?

Jonson recalled with difficulty when he wrote the secret language——

At that time, he had just transmigrated, he didn't have a substitute, and he planned to rely on the secret language to change the world and use information better, but the problem now is...

What if, instead of me, another person is holding my hand and writing now?

He influenced me with his own consciousness?

[Will it be a split personality? ] Giorno’s words suddenly appeared in Jonson’s ears——

Do I have another personality?

The memory was blurred, as if through a battered screen, everything was blurred, and how he had written the whispers of God seemed to have become a stranger.

He can't remember at all, when he wrote God's Whisper, was it day or night?

Just when Jonson was in a daze, there was a crisp voice behind him, and Marilyn suddenly appeared from a secret passage behind him.

"Mr. Johnson, password!" Marilyn stretched out her hand to indicate the bracelet on her hand. It was knitted by herself when she was idle and bored. Everyone has one. The so-called password is to indicate the wool on her hand. bracelet, and said—

"There is no code."

Marilyn smiled, "As soon as I heard that there was an explosion and fire in the laundry room, I guessed that you were fighting."

After all, Marilyn took out his well-protected area from her corset, and those things were the parts of his notebook that had been torn away.

Chapter 312 It's Me, DIO

Jonson Joffrey took the few sheets of paper, and then looked at them carefully. He encrypted them in the dialect of his hometown——

First write it down in Chinese, then write it down in the pinyin of his native dialect, and then encrypt it by comparing it with the novels he wrote when he was a child.

Jonson took a closer look and found that this was indeed what he had written.

Jonson took these pieces of paper, came to Pucci, lifted his neck, and said, "What's the interpretation you said?"

Puqi glanced at the few pieces of paper, there was a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and when he spoke, he was vague.

He said: "You can change the interpretation method of these contents. From right to left is one kind of interpretation, and from left to right is another meaning."

"!"

Jonson looked at the information he had written down in shock. Why did it happen? !

Is it day or night, at that time, how did he start writing?

What kind of mood is he writing with?

Jonson doesn't understand this at all?

[If it is a memory from a third perspective, it is very likely that I fabricated it for the sake of reasonable memory. ] Giorno's words appeared in Joan's ears.