Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Sherlock swallowed and asked:

"Can people who have died be reborn here?"

"No."

Bueno answered simply and neatly,

"It is the will of the phoenix to make the living live forever, and to resurrect the dead is heresy and belongs to the heretics."

Sherlock and Pipithia looked at each other and communicated with each other, so Herring was considered a heretic because he had the Unicorn Devil Fruit in his body?

And if you want to resurrect Ace, you can only find the ancestor of the unicorn.

"We are all the people created by God. We should have faith in God without any doubt, but this faith has always changed in my case."

Bells touched his gray beard,

"Because of the wavering in my heart, God took away my youth, leaving me to face every dusk with an aging attitude."

"This cannot be blamed on the Bishop."

Willie Pope said,

"The gift given by the new god is too terrible."

"That's right, because humans can create countless new humans here based on their imagination, and human greed and selfish desires will never end."

Bueno picked up the brass key hanging around his neck, opened the cabinet against the wall, took out a box with a top secret label, and placed it on the mahogany table.

Bueno opened the box and what appeared in front of Sherlock was a stack of case files.

The case files were full of extremely cruel and perverted murder cases. Sherlock did not look through them one by one, but just looking at the photos was enough to send shivers down the spines of ordinary people.

Among them, there was a woman who looked very similar to Bueno.

Her body was dismembered, her face was distorted, and she underwent inhuman torture before her death.

"Is this your twin sister?"

Sherlock asked hesitantly.

Bueno didn't answer.

"No, this is her."

Pipisia flapped her wings, flew onto Sherlock's shoulders, and whispered:

"And it happens every day."

Sherlock gasped.

"Those who dream of killing can encounter targets for him to hunt every day, which are us, the new created humans."

Bueno buried his head, his eyes showing pain.

At 8 o'clock tonight, she will instinctively appear in the streets of Korver and be brutally hunted.

Then the next day, she would be recreated again.

For Bueno, this is a nightmare from which he will never wake up.

Bueno is different from other victims in that others will not remember what happened, but she has gained the ability to awaken memories. She has her own real soul, so she can remember everything clearly every time, but she is unable to resist. This seems like a nightmare that I will never wake up from.

"So, even if we are immortal and want to die, it has become a luxury."

Bells said slowly,

"And those villains can stay in Phoenix forever, committing crimes and enjoying life."

"What do you need me to do?"

Sherlock's mood suddenly became heavy. He originally didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but after hearing what happened to Bueno, he was shaken.

Of course, not only for Bueno, but also for the friends on the Sinister.

Those who have been marked must break the curse if they want to leave this twilight island.

"The Beloved need to lift the curse and allow everyone to freely enter and leave the Twilight Island. This way we can expel the sinners, rescue the innocent people, and the dreams of young children who want to go out and explore can be realized."

Bueno said excitedly.

"Have you ever thought that once the curse is lifted, maybe the blessing will no longer exist, and you may all disappear?"

Sherlock asked.

"Even so, we want to lift the curse."

Bueno and Willie Pope said in unison.

Sherlock rubbed his brows and looked at Kissy Pipisia. He was not asking for its opinion, but hoping that it would overturn his conjecture.

Pipisia shook her head:

"The host level is not high enough, and I cannot check their fate."

"Don't worry, beloved, I hope you can help us, and we will repay you."

Willie Pope said with a serious face.

"That's right, just say whatever you want."

Bells took a sip of black tea and smiled.

"Whatever I want, I will fight for it myself."

Sherlock didn't want to create some new humans out of thin air because of his own desires.

He is not their father, so this is very irresponsible.

"How exactly?"

"You need to go to the Phoenix's mausoleum to find the answer. The orange stone tablet next to the mausoleum records the way to break the curse, but it is difficult to reach the mausoleum itself."

Bueno said.

"Ah."

Sherlock stood up,

"I'll think about it. Before that, Bueno, come with me for a walk."

Bueno was stunned and looked at Willie Pope and the old Bales. Bales nodded slightly:

"Since it is the request of the Beloved, Bueno, you can go ahead."

Bueno left the main classroom with Sherlock.

The orange light shines through the oriel glass window and hits Bells' old skin.

Bells feels this familiar temperature almost every day.

Bells grinned and let out a jeering laugh, tears sliding down his cheeks.

His body trembled and the black tea cup was crushed.

Blood dripped from the broken pieces of the cup onto the table.

"After so many years, after so many years, it finally appeared."

"My Lord Bishop, you are so excited."

Willy Pope raised his head, his face was already stained with tears, but he just didn't want to let the tears flow down.

"Will the Blessed One definitely help us?"

"Yes, the prophecy says that the Beloved will definitely help us."

Bells's face darkened;

"Of course, necessary guidance is also essential."

"The leader is right. His friends have participated in the wishing ceremony. If they want to leave here, they must break the curse."

Willy Pope said, and after a moment he asked solemnly,

"Since you have the ability to interfere with the minds of new humans, why don't you save Bueno and keep her from appearing on Cornwall Street?"

"Because everyone has his own destiny, whether it is lucky or miserable. Without these fates, what would we have to rely on and exist?"

"Isn't it contradictory to say that we can change everyone's destiny now?"

asked Willie Pope, puzzled.

Bells looked into the distance, even though there was only endless darkness in his sight,

"I once tried to change someone's destiny, but failed and lost my eyes. I am not a favored one and cannot rewrite our history. After all, we are not the descendants of God's favor, but just tools to realize human ambitions. God, how do you treat us Too cruel."

Willy Pope was stunned. After a long time, he sighed,

"Fortunately, only we know the truth, otherwise the people would be living in despair."

"No matter what, we must let the Beloved help us."

Bales said with unusual firmness.

Willy Pope put his hands on his chest, made a praying posture, and said: "Follow your guidance, even if it costs your life, we must let the Beloved help us."