Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Both Sherlock and Herring felt a deep sadness.

Kavin was stunned. After a moment, he touched the tears falling down his face.

"Why am I crying for no reason?"

Calvin frowned and looked at Sherlock and Herring doubtfully.

"I am guard Cavin, who are you? Why are you here?"

"do not you remember?"

Herring looked at Kavin with a puzzled expression.

Kavin asked seriously: "Remember what?"

"Grand Sister Bueno."

Herring said.

Kavin looked at Herring doubtfully:

"There is no such person in Phoenix. Who are you? I have never seen you before."

"Because when John dies, the people John created will also disappear, and they will not even remain in the memories of these people."

Pipisia explained.

Sherlock raised his head, looked at the dusk sky, and sighed:

"I thought I could change her fate and let her live a stable life like a normal person."

"Houston…"

Herring wanted to comfort Sherlock, but didn't know what to say.

Pipisia looked at a cloud of orange gas in the air, jumped on Sherlock's shoulders, and asked:

"Ding, please host, do you want to sew up John's soul?"

Sherlock frowned:

"He's so weak. If I sew his soul, his luck will be reduced. What's the point of stitching it together?"

"After stitching John's soul, you can gain new skills and game vision."

"Game vision?"

Herring looked at Pipicia's kiss curiously.

Sherlock covered Herring's ears and said to Pipisia:

"explain."

"Game vision is John's special skill. If you concentrate, you can see the opponent's health tank and skills, and this is an upgradeable skill."

After Pipicia said this, she looked at Sherlock with piercing eyes,

"A friendly reminder, if you don't capture the soul, his soul will completely dissipate. After all, it stands to reason that he should have died long ago."

"Catch, catch, merge!"

Sherlock said without hesitation.

Pipicia threw it out of the soul warehouse, and the diamond-shaped soul warehouse seemed to open its mouth, swallowing John's soul directly into its stomach, and began to sew it up.

Sherlock noticed that his luck value plummeted, dropping directly to 30, but it immediately rose back up.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, I received Bueno's gratitude and my luck value +1."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have received Nim's gratitude and your luck value +1."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you got..."

"The total luck value is 100."

Pipisia was like an emotionless announcement machine, constantly congratulating Sherlock.

Sherlock knew that these people were all characters created by John, a perverted murderer. They disappeared with John and were relieved.

15 minute later.

After learning that Shylock was the Beloved, Kawen wanted to continue asking for details, but due to an urgent notice, he hurried to the Civic Center.

Sherlock's soul fusion was completed and he gained a new skill "Game Vision."

As long as he concentrates, he can see the health slots and skills on other people's heads.

At the same time, he gained an accompanying curse of "Tolerance", which allowed him to let go of his enemies even once.

"Is game vision similar to appraisal?"

Sherlock looked at Pipicia with excitement. A clear blood groove appeared on its head. HP: 5 (cannon fodder). Skills: Explosion in situ, complaints, demonic vision, wisdom, dodge, clone, psychic communication, Guidance, immortality, others unknown, limited perspective.

"Hahaha, the health bar is only 5, you will die if you touch it!"

Sherlock almost laughed.

Pipicia raised her face with disdain in her eyes:

"Haha, please see clearly, our skills, what does immortality mean? Our health is thin, but we can't die."

"Oh."

Sherlock touched his chin, "You still have such cheating skills, so this health bar is meaningless to you."

"cut."

Pipicia tilted her head and ignored Sherlock.

Sherlock looked sideways at Herring.

HP: 1200 (Superman Extreme);

Skills: hypnosis, healing, hallucination;

Devil Fruit: Phantom Beast Fruit Unicorn Form;

Dao power value: 2500, other attributes are waiting to be awakened.

Special note: The ability is limited, the game field of view level is not enough, and the reason cannot be analyzed.

Sherlock touched his chin, and He Ling's blood was actually so much higher than Pipicia's.

He walked out of the alley and began to observe all kinds of passers-by.

"Civilians have about 10 HP (cannon fodder), 0 power, and no skills. Guards have 100 HP (ordinary), 50 power, which is stronger than the average naval power."

Sherlock rubbed his chin and muttered.

Herring looked at Sherlock who was talking to himself curiously.

"Houston, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, let's go, we're going back."

Sherlock picked up the brass key necklace that fell on the ground. The only thing left behind after the nun disappeared was also the key to the cabinet in the main classroom.

"Better give this thing back to Willie Pope."

"Ah."

Herring nodded and walked beside Sherlock.

"Captain, the captain is not well."

The half-giant Melby hurried past, accompanied by Colm who was panting even harder.

Their data appeared naturally before Sherlock's eyes.

Melbourne.

HP: 1600 (Superman Extreme)

Skill: Giant Strength

Dao Strength: 2400

Although in terms of statistics, Melby's health bar is much thicker than Herring's, they both belong to the Superman series and cannot be compared by ordinary people.

There is not much difference in power value, but in terms of actual combat, Heling is also much higher than Melby.

Kom.

HP: 10 (cannon fodder)

Skills: Wisdom, complaining, fluent in 24 languages

Dao Strength: 0

Sure enough, Colm has no other advantages besides his good brain.

"what's up?"

Sherlock asked doubtfully.

"Mr. Law, Mr. Law has really found a death row prison."

Melby said breathlessly.

"Did this guy start thinking about this as soon as he entered Phoenix City?"

Sherlock wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"But don't people here say that there are no death row prisoners at all?"

Herring looked at Sherlock doubtfully.

Sherlock shook his head:

"These people, like Bueno, are created."

Melby and Colm looked confused:

"what?"

Sherlock didn't explain too much and continued to ask,

"What happens after he finds the prisoner on death row?"

"Lauberon released all the prisoners on death row and let them run away, saying that only in this way can they experience the joy of hunting. As a result, these prisoners on death row began to take hostages after they came out. How could Lauberon be the kind of person who would be soft-hearted because of hostages? He killed both hostages and prisoners.”

The talkative Colm said as briefly as possible, while Melby kept nodding aside.

"Hmm...it does seem like something he can do."

Sherlock touched his chin. The stubble had recently appeared again, and he was considering whether to keep it.

"The most important thing is that Hall's first love Mina is also involved."