Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

After treating Beidema's wound, Herring came to Crocodile and healed the wound on his abdomen.

He Ling used the healing technique skillfully, but the expression on his face seemed a little dull.

"what happened?"

Crocodile noticed something strange about Heling and asked.

"It's nothing, I just feel like Houston is different from before."

Herling said, her eyes slightly dim as she continued to bandage Crocodile's wound.

Crocodile subconsciously lit the cigar and took a puff:

"Yes, his growth is beyond my expectation. This change is really sad. Not everyone can accept such a change."

"Is this called growing up?"

Herring looked at Crocodile blankly.

"Perhaps growth is not enough to describe it, it is simply a transformation."

Crocodile said lightly,

"It feels like the species has changed, and the person has completely changed. It's really depressing."

"Krokdal also felt that Houston seemed...a different person."

He Ling hesitated and said, "Is it not just me?"

"Then... then, am I with Sherlock or Houston?"

Crocodile blew out a thick ring of smoke and realized that what Heling and he were talking about were not the same thing at all.

But although the starting point is different, the essence is the same, that is, Houston has indeed changed.

"Are you happy now?"

He Ling was stunned.

"Follow your heart, nothing else matters. I don't care whether he is Houston or Sherlock. I only know that he is the goal I want to surpass now."

After hearing Crocodile's words, Heling understood something instantly and nodded:

"Yes, whether he is Houston or Sherlock, he is the person I identify as, and I can accept his changes because this is growth."

Crocodile nodded and looked behind He Ling.

Sherlock had caught up with them before he knew it.

He had actually wanted to tell Herring about his relationship with Houston.

I also wanted to know Herring's attitude, but unfortunately I never spoke. Perhaps I was afraid that Houston's irreplaceable position in Herring's heart would eventually become a barrier between the two.

When he heard He Ling say that he could accept his own changes, he suddenly felt warm in his heart.

He stepped forward and hugged Heling from behind.

"Herring, thank you."

He Ling was stunned, "Sherlock, when did you come?"

"just now."

Sherlock put his head on He Ling's shoulder and drooped his hands, showing his tiredness.

"I'm tired, let me just lean on it for a while."

Sherlock said softly.

Herring nodded.

No one around him broke the warm scene.

Herling turned around and wrapped Sherlock with his white wings.

Let him continue to lean against her body, and time seemed to stand still.

Sherlock smelled the faint fragrance of He Ling, and the complicated emotions in his heart were swept away, including the voice that did not belong to his consciousness.

He couldn't let himself break down, or maybe Herring would really get hurt.

And he would never let He Ling get hurt.

Willy and the pirates all thought that Sherlock had experienced the Beast Tide, the Six-Eyed Thousand-legged Beast, and the Shenmu Teng all by himself, so he was exhausted.

Sherlock was actually frightened by the voices in his head.

Time froze, and Sherlock and Pipisia entered the abyss in person.

"I just heard a voice."

Sherlock told Pipicia his whole experience.

Pipisia knitted her brows and said, "I've told you to accept yourself."

"Is that really me? Who is the owner of this heart?"

Sherlock asked, somewhat confused.

"It's you."

After resting in Heling's arms for half an hour, Sherlock finally recovered.

"Boss, have you seen the tomb above?"

Kom asked with regret as he did not take any photos of the tomb chamber information on the third floor.

"Look, there's no useful information."

Sherlock said.

Kom nodded, but he still felt a little regretful in his heart.

After all, they have come to such a dangerous place. Kom feels that the words on each tomb should have its own meaning. Maybe it is not all about lifting the curse, but it is always meaningful.

Perhaps this is a very big secret recorded here.

About Twilight Island.

Colm was full of curiosity about this.

But his courage limited his imagination and made him dare not face things that happened to him, such as his wife.

Killua Roca wanted to explain the population decrease. After all, Sherlock brought them in together. As the leader of the team, he needed to know.

But he found that Sherlock had many necklaces on his arms.

Pirates do not have the habit of wearing military badges like soldiers, but they do like to wear jewelry.

Therefore, more or less, there will be one or two necklaces around the neck. If they are not very expensive, they have special meaning.

For example, the loot they obtained from their first robbery when they went to sea.

Roca had seen the chain on Sherlock's hand, it was exactly what the pirates wore.

It seemed that there was no need to speak, Sherlock already knew.

"Sherlock, you found them."

Herring also noticed the chain on Sherlock's arm.

"Ah."

Sherlock responded calmly. He planned to take these relics back and give an explanation to their families.

For pirates who have no family, the relics will stay with Sherlock so that he can remember these people.

Sherlock looked at the remaining 10 people.

Herring, Crocodile, Badma, Mr.1, Kom, Willy, Tihana, Killua, Bate, Adama Najib.

"If you don't want to move on, I can send you out now, because the next step will be more dangerous than the first three floors."

"Boss, we've come this far. What are you talking about? How could we give up halfway?"

One-eyed pirate Adama Nagi said.

Bet, who seemed very depressed because of the loss of her companion, said tremblingly, "Really...can you really get out?"

Bet has experienced strong winds and waves at sea, and has also seen the cruelty of war above, but none of them are as scary as the monsters he encountered in this cemetery.

His own powerlessness, the death of his companions, and the increasingly depressing atmosphere as he went downstairs all brought him to the verge of mental collapse.

If I could get out now, I would survive.

Even if the curse could never be lifted, at least he could live forever in the beautiful Phoenix, which was originally a paradise for him.

Until we came to this ancient tomb.

Everything here feels alien to Phoenix.

In addition to the gold coins on the first level, there are endless monsters everywhere.

"Maybe... maybe we can come in next time when we're ready."

"The previous army of 1000 people was completely wiped out. Can we really make it to the end?"

Bet's face was distorted, she hugged her head and cried out in pain.