As Diana walked through the streets of Lhasa, the capital city of Tibet, a small smile couldn't help but appear on her face.
It seemed as though after destroying the Hamon Tribe, Diana became slightly more unrestrained, as one of her major weaknesses was almost annihilated.
Right now, the only hamon user left in the world was that decreipt Joseph Joestar, who could no longer fight her in his current state.
Of course, unlike true vampires, Diana was not as afraid of either hamon or sunlight, which only weakened her.
As a part human part vampire, although Diana was not as strong as true vampires in a physical fight, she was not too far away, especially since she had sixteen years to master her powers.
It was as though Diana obtained seventy-five percent of the strength of a true vampire, but only ten percent of the side effects.
Suddenly, Diana stopped dazing off, as she suddenly stared at the figure visible in the distance, over two miles in front of her.
"He smells like trouble," mumbled Diana as he her eyes slightly dilated, zooming in on the man.
At this moment, a black man with a white-haired cut in hexagonal shapes, as well as a white beard, which connected to his eyebrows, was walking through the streets of Tibet, followed by someone another, similarly weird-looking man.
Right now, the man was seemingly occupied, reading a book.
Seeing this, Diana suddenly turned to the left in an alley, walking over to another street as to avoid the man.
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At this moment, Enrico Pucci, who was just reading a book, suddenly raised his eyes, a frown appearing on his face.
"Was someone watching me?" mumbled Pucci as he suddenly turned his attention to his bag, grabbing a certain disc out of it as he stretched out his hand to the man behind him.
A moment later, a disc suddenly emerged from the face of the man, being grabbed by Enrico and then placed into the bag.
Enrico Pucci then inserted the disc he had just taken out of the bag into the man.
"Is anyone spying on us?" asked Pucci as he continued walking forward.
"No Father Pucci," causing the frown on Pucci's face to disappear, causing him to once again close his bag and continue reading his book.
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Staring at the investigator, as well as the three police officers next to him, sweat couldn't help but appear on the face of the cashier of the flower store.
"Officers, do you need anything, I will cooperate to the best of my abilities," said the cashier as he looked at the men.
Hearing this, the leading police officer nodded before turning his head towards the investigator.
"Has did this person come by your store a few days ago?" asked the investigator as he suddenly bought out a photo of a blond hair teen, Diana.
"Yes, she did, right on the day of that accident," said the cashier as soon as he saw that photo.
"So, what did she buy, can you give us a receipt?" asked the investigator.
"She bought a ten-pound bag of fertilizer, as for the receipt, I don't have it," said the cashier, causing the investigator to turn to the police officer to suddenly take action.
"Sir, retailers are required to keep receipts in a three-year time period, may I see the receipts from the purchase?" asked the leading police officers, as one officer took out a pair of handcuffs while the other took out a handgun, holding it in his hands, seemingly prepared to point it at the cashier.
Seeing this scene, more and more sweat couldn't help but appear on the face of the cashier.
"I don't have the receipts," mumbled the cashier as he stared at the ground.
"Sir, may I know the reason, was there an accident? A fire?" asked the police officer, being seemingly reasonable.
"Well, I saw that she had a nice car and seemed rich, so I wanted to make some money..." mumbled the cashier as the police officer shook his head.
"Sir, will you please place your hands above your head?" asked the officer, taking out his gun.
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Sometime later, outside of the store.
"So have you discovered anything suspicious? Did he say anything," asked the investigator as he looked at the police officer.
"After some interrogating, he spilled everything he did down to the smallest details, but it looks what he said about that girl seems to be true, the storage room also matches up, it looks like she bought ten pounds of fertilizer and went back home," said the officer, causing the investigator to frown.
"It looks like the story matches up, we can continue to investigate somewhere else, we can lower our suspicions about this Diana Miller," said the investigator before getting in his car.
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At this moment, several police officers were standing around a thirteen-year-old boy, staring straight at him.
"Kid, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way, drunk driving is a federal crime, you can go to prison for this, being underage isn't going to save you from this," said an officer as he stared at the kid, causing tears to appear in the latter's eyes.
"But if you don't want to go to prison, we can give you a deal," said another one of the officers, causing the kid to suddenly regain his senses.
"What do I need to do?" asked the kid, desperate not to go to prison.
"Well, you just need to tell us every single person and car that you can remember in this area, near that large bridge, next we will give you some pictures and you tell us if you saw them," said an officer as he brought out a map and circle around a certain bridge, causing the kid to nod.
"Fine, I will tell you," said the kid, causing smiles to appear on the faces of the officers.
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Outside of the room where the police officers were interrogating the kid, a private investigator sat on a chair, staring at pictures of faces.
"It's probably not this one, the kid didn't see her or her car," said a police officer as he walked out of the room and sat down next to the investigator.