"I get it!"
Just as Fang Mo was about to say something, Polnareff suddenly slapped his hands together in realization. "Even if you know the outcome of a prophecy, you can't say it out loud, or it won't come true, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, exactly."
Fang Mo could not be bothered to explain, so he simply nodded along. "So don't worry about what I'm doing. Just shut up and cooperate honestly."
"So we can all be played for fools by you?"
Jotaro Kujo shot back.
"You..."
"Jotaro's right."
Before Fang Mo could retort, Joseph spoke up in agreement. "This town is indeed strange, and its residents do seem very cold, but you can't keep shouting about slaughtering the whole town just because of that, can you?"
With that said,
Joseph slowly crouched down.
"You said the townspeople killed this guy, right?" Joseph said as he began carefully examining the corpse. "Everything needs evidence. If the townspeople really killed him... then why isn't there a single wound on his body?"
"Maybe it wasn't an external injury?"
Polnareff instinctively asked.
Ever since they had joined forces to take down J. Kael, he had developed a strange sort of trust in Fang Mo. He subconsciously backed him up. "If he died from poison, then it would make sense for there to be no external wounds or blood, right?"
"But his condition doesn't really look like poisoning."
Joseph shook his head, then began checking the man's belongings. He did not forget to explain as he worked. "If he had been poisoned, his expression should have been more terrifying. Bleeding from the seven orifices, foaming at the mouth, a blackened face... even if the facial symptoms weren't obvious, there should at least be some strange odor around his mouth and nose... Hmm?"
As he spoke,
Joseph