"Wait..."
Fang Mo had just yawned when Joseph suddenly realized something. "How did you know that Dio was in Egypt?"
"I think I already explained our family motto to you before, didn't I?"
Fang Mo balanced the little turtle on one finger against its plastron, then rapidly flicked it with his other hand. The little turtle began spinning wildly on his fingertip like a top... or perhaps a basketball.
"Don't question magic?"
Joseph tentatively recalled.
"Exactly."
Fang Mo said matter-of-factly, "As a descendant of magicians, isn't it perfectly normal for me to know a little divination, or perhaps something like Divination?"
"Uh..."
"Even if, by some remote chance, you don't believe in magic." Before Joseph could say anything else, Fang Mo added, "Didn't your Stand-in also use Nensha to reveal that guy's exact location?"
"That may be true, but my Nensha is nowhere near as convenient as you think."
Joseph slowly shook his head. "My Purple Hermit has major limitations. While it can perform Nensha, every use destroys an expensive camera worth tens of thousands. And even when it produces a photo of Dio, the background is always too blurry to identify where he is..."
As he spoke, Joseph simply handed Fang Mo a photograph.
"Oh, really?"
Fang Mo took the photo and glanced at it. It was indeed pitch-black. All he could vaguely make out was a pale, muscular back, with a star-shaped birthmark on the neck.
"A Qiang, I'll leave it to you."
Fang Mo quickly handed the photo to Jotaro Kujo beside him. "Use your evil spirit to examine it and see if you can find any clues."
"Can you stop spinning the damn turtle?"
Jotaro Kujo could not help complaining, but he still accepted the photo. Immediately afterward, a purple-and-gold phantom slowly emerged behind him.
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