Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Is it too late to stop it now?"

Sherlock covered his forehead with one hand. He had actually noticed just now that these prayer words were a bit strange, but for a while he couldn't tell what the problem was. After all, he had no faith in his previous life and knew nothing about religion.

"Why did you stop it? They got what they wanted. Isn't this the life they dreamed of?"

Pipisia looked at Sherlock in confusion.

"Nothing here is real at all."

Sherlock retorted.

"Reality? What is reality? What is unreality? Being able to live with the one you love and enjoy eternal life is the life that many people dream of. Even if they know it is a dream, as long as they don't wake up for the rest of their lives, I'm afraid they are willing to of."

Pipisia said calmly.

Sherlock froze.

This is indeed the case. If you can live the life you most dream of, who cares if it is real? Do you have to live in suffering to be real?

Sherlock suddenly felt that he could understand those religious believers, but even if he could understand it, Sherlock himself still couldn't accept it.

Lies put on a gorgeous coat are always addictive, but the naked truth is unbearable.

"Is this fat bat Houston's pet? Why can it talk?"

Herring looked at Pipicia's kiss curiously.

Crocodile and Mr. 1 also stared at Pipicia's kiss.

"Can you see it?"

Sherlock swallowed.

He Ling nodded, and Crocodile and Mr. 1 also looked at each other with mentally retarded expressions. What do you think?

Now they can actually see the sinister Pipicia kissing him. How can this guy materialize here?

This city of phoenixes is too weird... Sherlock cursed and found that Pipisia's wife had been captured by He Ling.

She seemed to be a naughty child who got a new toy, and began to study the structure of Pipisia:

"It's strange, I've never seen you before. Little guy, are you an aborigine here?"

"Don't touch me, we're male!"

Pipisia blushed and yelled, and Heling put away her little paws nervously, "I...what did I touch?"

Sherlock wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Amid everyone's prayers, a figure flew across the sky.

This figure covered the sky and the sun. It only appeared for a moment, and it felt like night had fallen, but it quickly disappeared.

Although neither Sherlock nor Crocodile saw it clearly, they both instinctively felt a trace of fear in their hearts.

Could it be that he is really the ancestor of the phoenix?

It was not until the prayer was over that everyone stood up slowly and returned to the harmonious mode of coexistence. The streets and alleys were filled with laughter and laughter.

The old man wearing a white priest's robe and the medal of the Phoenix on his chest and the nun wearing a blue robe and also wearing the medal appeared in front of Sherlock and the others at some unknown time.

Behind them were guards wearing neat white armor.

In this city-state, it seems that the church is the leader.

"Outsiders, welcome to the Phoenix City, the City of the Phoenix. I am Willie Pope, the missionary of the Dusk Church, and this is Sister Bueno."

The old missionary named Willie Pope has gray hair and a tall body, about 5 meters tall. His facial lines are hard and every wrinkle is clearly visible, but he has a strong build. Even if he is wearing a priest's robe, he still looks tall. Gives people a sense of oppression.

He is more like a battle-hardened soldier than a missionary.

He held a book with a red cover engraved with the Phoenix totem in his hand, and he closed the book.

"How many years have I not seen an outsider?"

asked Mother Bueno, to the left of Willie Pope.

Bueno has a delicate appearance and looks to be in his 30s. He has slender eyes and a round face, and he has a kind of affinity.

But her eyes were dim, unlike those of believers who had been taught by the Word of God all year round, always giving people a melancholy feeling.

"Didn't someone just come here yesterday?"

Willie Pope said seriously.

"Yesterday? No, you remembered wrong. The last time I saw an outsider was decades ago."

Bueno put one hand over his face, feeling that Willie Pope's memory could not be saved.

"You don't seem to believe in the great Phoenix. You are not our believers. We cannot protect you. Please leave here as soon as possible."

The guard chief was a young and vigorous man with a shining silver sword at his waist. He stepped forward and ordered everyone to leave.

Sherlock heard the other guards address the man as Captain Killua Rocka.

Is the welcome just promised just a courtesy? Sherlock nodded slightly and expressed his intention.

"We just want to use the road to get to the next island."

Willy Pope looked at Sherlock and others, shook his head,

"If you are not our believer, I'm afraid we can't let you use the way."

If you are your believer, you will not be able to leave the Twilight Island. If you are not a believer, you will not give way. Isn't this an endless cycle? The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly.

"Also, the polluters among you, please leave here quickly, otherwise we will have no choice but to expel them."

Willie Pope continued, not a hint of affability detectable in his square, stern face.

"What polluter?"

Sherlock touched his chin, and the corner of his eye fell on Eugene. Eugene took a step back nervously and tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand.

Sherlock frowned slightly, and Eugene's reaction spoke for itself.

Willy Pope walked up to the pirates, his eyes swept over their faces one by one, and finally fell on Eugene.

He sniffed and said:

"I smell the purple mist on you. You are no longer human. Please leave here quickly."

"What nonsense are you talking about!?"

Eugene glanced at everyone's faces in panic, raised his gun excitedly, and fired two shots at Willie Pope. Unfortunately, he did not have the title of sharpshooter, and both shots missed.

Willy Pope didn't even hide. Killua Roca and the surrounding guards surrounded him, drew their weapons, and pointed them at Eugene.

"How disrespectful to Master Willy!"

Willy Pope waved his hand:

"It's okay, today is not my death day."

Sherlock glanced apologetically at Willie Pope, who was unusually calm, and then turned his attention back to Eugene.

He held down Eugene's musket and said calmly,

"Eugene, I want to hear you tell me yourself, what happened?"

"Captain, don't listen to his nonsense. Nothing happened to me. I'm still fine."

Eugene's eyes were wandering, but his tone was firm.

The pirates looked at Eugene. He was exactly the same as usual. There was nothing unusual about him. There was no change at all.

"Captain, after being exposed to the purple mist, he will turn into Cam's appearance. Eugene is completely fine, which proves that Eugene has not been exposed to the purple mist at all and luckily escaped."

"That's right, Boss Houston, don't believe the instigation of outsiders."

The pirates defended Eugene one after another.

"Yes, Cam's body changed after being exposed to the purple mist and he turned into a monster. I didn't. I'm still me. Captain, you have to believe me."

Eugene nervously held the musket and explained again.

Sherlock frowned:

"Who told you that Cam's body transformed into a monster?"

The pirates were all stunned. None of them mentioned to Eugene that Cam had turned into a monster. The first reason was because their former companions were killed by them, and they all found it difficult to talk about it.

The second reason is that he is afraid that Eugene will be sad when he hears about Cam. It is also because of the deep relationship between Eugene and Cam that he is concerned about his emotions.

"Eugene, why do you know? You clearly said that you got lost after you separated from Cam. You have no idea what happened to Cam after that, and we never mentioned it."

Morby said, and the way other pirates looked at Eugene also changed.

"Eugene, why are you lying?"

Eugene knew that he would be alienated after being exposed to the purple mist, or he saw Cam being alienated with his own eyes, or he was exposed to it himself!

A hint of coldness flashed in Sherlock's eyes:

"Eugene, don't push me."

Eugene retreated again, dropped the gun, and held his head in pain:

"Captain, why don't you believe me? Why don't you believe me? Why don't you believe me? I'm not alienated. I'm still me, Eugene Basta!"

"Eugene, calm down and explain things clearly."

Hall advised that he had known Eugene for more than ten years. They had fought with guns together, sailed on boats together, and had fought over the same girl, but in the end they let go after a few drinks.

When Eugene's wife and daughter died of the plague, it was Hall's group of brothers who accompanied him through the most difficult days.

Eugene's eyes were bloodshot. He looked at Hall and Sherlock and shook his head.

"Why, why don't you believe me?!"

Eugene's figure suddenly swelled, his clothes were torn, and his skin began to fester at a speed visible to the naked eye. A putrid smell came from his body, and his flesh and blood dripped to the ground.

He bent down and kept picking it up, sticking it to himself:

"How, how could this happen? How could this happen?"

"what!"

The girl's scream sounded, and then the screams one after another covered the entire square. The crowd fled out of fear. They hurriedly hid in the hut where they felt safe and locked the doors and windows.

The woman covered the child's eyes to prevent him from seeing this strange scene.

The guards raised their weapons and lined up in order, waiting for orders.

You are indeed contaminated... Sherlock gritted his teeth, raised his left hand, and pointed the E-126 glove pistol at Eugene's head.

"Captain, don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't want to die."

Eugene knelt on the ground with a pop. In an instant, countless cracks appeared in his gradually deformed face, and a strange vertical pupil grew out of each crack.

With a clicking sound, the bones in Eugene's back broke out, forming a spinal whip, which instantly stabbed Sherlock.

This bone whip is extremely sharp and extremely fast.

He Ling subconsciously rushed forward and stood in front of Sherlock.

Sherlock hugged He Ling and used his razor step to dodge the attack.

The bone whip hit the ground, leaving a deep crack.

"Don't come, don't come."

cried Eugene,

"It wasn't me who killed Cam, it wasn't me!"