Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Although everyone wearing earplugs did not hear his murderous singing voice, they also felt the shock of the scene.

Especially the painful expressions of these fish before they die are unforgettable.

Suddenly, I felt that these two-tailed fish were a little pitiful.

Bedema finished the song with satisfaction and was moved to tears.

He wiped his tears: "Next, is my latest creation."

"enough!"

Pipicia kissed and kicked Beidema in the face, sending him flying away. If Sherlock hadn't still been holding his string of laws in his hand, he would have fallen into the molten lava and turned into dregs.

Mr. Pipisia looked at Sherlock dissatisfied: "Why don't you let me kill him?"

"He saved everyone, it's inappropriate for you to kill him."

Shylock tried to persuade Pipicia to marry him with simple reasons.

Pipicia kissed her but refused, "You insulted my ears, you have to take responsibility!"

"Are your ears pregnant?"

Sherlock asked rhetorically.

Pipisia shook her head: "No, but she should have had an abortion."

"The children are gone, what responsibility do I have?"

The two made a harmless joke, and then took everyone away from the pool of lava.

Inside the main tomb.

The pirates were still frightened.

They took off their earplugs. Some of them lamented that it was lucky that Bioderma only sang one song, otherwise the earplugs would probably have failed. Some of them looked at Sherlock curiously.

"Boss, when did you eat the Xianxian Fruit?"

"correct."

they asked excitedly.

Sherlock shook his head: "This is the power of the law, not the fruit of the thread, but it can exert similar power."

"so smart."

"Where did the boss go to retreat this month?"

"I'll tell you carefully when I get out."

Sherlock said, ordering everyone to start exploring the tomb.

The structure of this tomb is very strange. There is no coffin, only some murals and antiques.

These curios resemble the utensils found in the bedrooms of medieval European palaces.

"Boss, can these things be taken away?"

"They're all cursed, so it's best not to."

Sherlock observed these utensils and said.

Bedema looked at Com with regret: "It's a pity, my friend, that you didn't hear my singing. I still want you to give me some advice."

"Those fish heard it, and I think they gave their best opinion."

Colm whispered, afraid of angering the terrible singer.

"what?"

Bedema's eyes lit up, expecting some advice.

"Just shut up and don't speak again!"

Pipisia personally expressed his feelings on behalf of Colm.

Bedema lowered his head. Sure enough, he was disliked again.

Seeing his depressed look, Kom suddenly felt unbearable and patted his shoulder: "Actually, singing can be improved by practicing the day after tomorrow."

"really?"

Bedema's eyes regained their vitality and she looked at Kom with emotion.

You are worthy of being my chosen friend!

"Then I will practice more in the future. Are you willing to listen to my practice?"

The corner of Colm's mouth twitched, and I took it back, taking back the words that I could practice.

Kom picked up his camera and started taking pictures of the tomb. At the same time, he took out his little notebook and wrote down all the doubts.

He has the elegant demeanor of a scholar, and from time to time he collects trivial things such as dust into his pockets.

"Strange, why is there no coffin?"

Colm wondered.

Others also have similar questions.

Of the 30 people who went to the grave, only 24 are left.

In the past, Sherlock would have regretted bringing them down, but now he was in a calm mood.

Everyone is responsible for their own choices.

After Sherlock realized that he was leaning toward cold rationality, a sense of fear arose in his heart.

Is this also the reason for that heart?

If he tried his best, these 30 people could be unscathed before encountering Phoenix.

But Sherlock didn't focus on protecting them.

Sherlock knew that he had indeed changed.

And those who follow you will inevitably change.

Because their progress cannot keep up with their own, they will always be left behind and eliminated by the world.

It's better to die here than to be eliminated.

Shylock had terrible thoughts in his heart, but they were instantly extinguished by reason.

The only person who knows him best now is Pipixia.

But Pipicia didn't enlighten him, he just said: "This is your truest thought, don't suppress it."

Sherlock glanced at it, his eyes conveying a message.

An abyss monster with no moral bottom line.

The black hair on Pipicia's body stood up, and then he grinned: "You are just jealous of us, you can accept yourself calmly."

"..."

Sherlock withdrew his gaze and continued to observe the tomb.

Through the holographic vision of the law, Sherlock saw the upside-down coffin under the tomb and the mechanisms on the four walls.

"Press down the raised eyes in the murals on the four walls of the southeast, northwest and northwest. Press them at the same time. This is a mechanism."

Sherlock ordered as he explained.

The four pirates walked to the wall and pressed the raised eyeballs in the mural.

The raised circular platform in the middle of the tomb suddenly flipped over.

If the pirates hadn't reacted in time, they would have fallen.

The platform turned 180°, and the hanging coffin appeared in front of everyone.

"That's how it was designed."

Colm felt like recording everything he saw and took a few more photos of the coffin.

Beidema, who regarded Kom as a friend, acted as Kom's assistant.

"What did you write?"

Sherlock asked.

"Looks like a song."

Pipisia said personally.

Bedema's eyes were bright, and she moved closer to Pipicia: "What song?"

"For those who sing the praises of the great Phoenix, forget it, I won't translate it."

Seeing Beidema's eagerness to try, Pipisia immediately gave up the idea of ​​translating, "Anyway, it's not what you are looking for."

Bedema silently copied all the lyrics, even if he couldn't understand them, he couldn't give up.

The song in the ancient tomb is definitely a masterpiece!

Bedema has made up his mind to find someone to translate it for him.

Pipisia shook her head, "Let's go to the next floor."

Sherlock nodded and opened the passage.

Several people walked down the passage steps.

Kom turned on the searchlight above his head, saw the steps clearly, and followed Beidema cautiously.

"do not be afraid."

Bederma comforted.

Killua Roca took off his gloves and looked at his grown fingers.

Is it really the effect of black crystal?

He shook his hand in confusion, his fingers as flexible as ever.

When this incident was over, he decided to follow Sherlock out and leave Phoenix.

He was completely smitten with Sherlock.

That kind of aesthetic violence fascinated him deeply.

Sherlock noticed Roca's fiery gaze and frowned slightly.

Killua Roca immediately withdrew his gaze and pretended to wipe his sword.