Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

"Do you want to kill me? Being able to die in the hands of the Beloved is also a relief. You can kill me, but you need to do one thing for me."

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me."

Sherlock frowned.

"Time on this island is relatively static, so they cannot be resurrected. Everyone involved with the Beloved will finally be freed. True death, you, the Beloved, are the key to breaking the curse."

Bells took another sip of coffee.

Sherlock stretched out his hand and grabbed Bells' neck.

Willy Pope looked at Sherlock nervously and subconsciously drew his sword.

Bells waved his withered hand, signaling Willie not to interfere.

"You think I won't kill you?"

A coldness flashed in Sherlock's eyes, and a voice sounded in his head.

Kill him, kill him, kill him.

Sherlock was stunned for a second, and then suddenly let go of his hand.

This voice was not Pipicia's, but his own.

"Since you want to die so much, how can I make you do it?"

Bales lost his support for a moment and fell to the ground. Willie Pope hurried over to help him up:

"Mr. Bishop, are you okay?"

"No problem."

"For people like you, continuing to live in pain is the biggest punishment."

Sherlock turned around to leave. He turned his back to Bells and said coldly,

"If you use your power on my companions again, I won't let you go."

"Beloved one, if you don't promise me, your companions won't be able to leave this twilight island. Most of them are now followers of the Phoenix. If they leave by force, they will only turn into devil fruits."

Bells said leisurely.

"Yes, I will find a way for them, but I will not accept the identity of this bullshit favored one, nor will I help you."

Sherlock said coldly and left directly.

"In the trial three days later, even if you don't agree to me now, you will agree to me then."

Bells whispered to himself.

After walking out of the main classroom, Sherlock headed to the church's placement dormitory, followed by two clergymen.

Tehana appeared in the hallway, swaying.

She took off the hood of her cloak, revealing long purple hair and a beautiful face.

"Tihana? Why are you following me?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly. This woman with an outstanding figure and face could attract the attention of men wherever she went.

In the spacious corridor, several male clergymen were already looking at her sideways and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

"You gave me your heart, of course I will follow you."

Tehana laughed.

"It's the heart. Please don't make it so ambiguous."

Sherlock said and walked straight forward.

Tihana smiled and followed his footsteps, "What? Are you afraid that your little girlfriend will be jealous?"

"It's good to know. I already have a family. Madam, please respect yourself."

Sherlock said calmly.

The corners of Tihana's lips raised: "Men with families are more attractive."

"Your three views need to be reshaped. Madam, I have something else to do. If you don't have anything to say, I won't come with you."

Sherlock shook his head.

Tihana touched her chin:

"It's really something. I heard that many of your crew members died. If you need to add more, with my strength, I should be qualified to enter, right?"

"You want to join?"

Sherlock stopped. He really needed someone urgently now.

"Not just me, but also Bioderma."

Tihana stepped aside and Bedema slowly walked out.

"why?"

Sherlock could understand why Tihana followed him, but he couldn't understand what Bedema was singing.

Beidema, known as the Death Singer, said:

"Because you can definitely get us out of here."

Sherlock was stunned, "Wouldn't taking such a dangerous person like you out bring chaos to the world?"

"If we talk about danger, you are more dangerous than me. You and the guy who calls himself God come from the same place. If my guess is right, it must not be a good place, right?"

Bedema said.

Sherlock frowned, the abyss was indeed not a good place.

"Take him."

Pipisia suggested,

"Isn't there a shortage of people on board the Sinister?"

"But I don't know his details. What if he is a perverted murderer?"

Sherlock hesitated.

"Bedema, 46 years old, was abandoned when he was born because of his ugly appearance. He was later taken back to an orphanage. He sang for the first time when he was 3 years old, causing the death of everyone in the orphanage. The locals suspected that he had eaten Devil Fruit, but he had never eaten it, so he was captured by the Human Body Research Institute for experiments. The original body is still in the laboratory and has been locked up in the laboratory for 43 years. The Bioderma created on Dusk Island has the same Abilities and memories, a desire for freedom, and a good nature, you decide the rest."

Pipisia briefly described Beidema's experience.

Sherlock nodded slightly:

"Okay, then you can follow me, but I won't pay you wages, and there are a few rules you must abide by on my ship."

Sherlock patted Bedema on the shoulder, feeling that this big man was quite pitiful.

"First, no singing is allowed on the boat."

"Second, you are not allowed to sing anywhere else without my permission."

"Third, don't hurt your companions."

"Fourth, you need to listen to me in everything you do."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he glanced at the clergy following him.

"Please arrange accommodation for these two."

The hotels and hostels nearby were almost completely destroyed, so staying at the Cathedral of the Holy Light is indeed the best choice.

"As you command, Lord Favorite."

A white-robed clergyman left with the witches Tihana and Beidema.

The other led Sherlock to his room.

"Lord Beloved, you will have to stand trial in three days. Please forgive me and live here for the time being. Your friend is already undergoing treatment, so don't worry."

Sherlock nodded and walked into the room.

The clergyman saluted respectfully, then closed the door and stood guard at the door.

Sherlock walked to the bed and lay down, about to sort out the recent events.

Suddenly, He Ling's subtle voice was heard.

"Hugh...Sherlock, are you next door?"

"Ah."

Sherlock leaned against the wall, listening to Herring's voice.

"Sherlock, today...are you telling the truth?"

He Ling also leaned on the wall and asked cautiously.

"what you mean?"

Shylock asked knowingly.

He Ling suppressed her blush and said:

"We...we...get married, let me be your woman, and we will never be separated for the rest of our lives."

"Well, I've already died once, and I don't want to miss you."

After that, Sherlock walked to the bathroom, took off his clothes that were stained red by blood, took a shower, put on the clean clothes that had been prepared in the room, and smelled his body to make sure that there was no longer any smell of blood. , walked to the wall again.