The flame from the kerosene lamp was slightly yellow.

The slightly curled white paper looked a bit old.

The quill pen was not writing very fast on the paper.

The white feather swayed gently.

As the pen stroked, the corners of the pen holder's lips could be seen nodding from time to time.

It seemed as if he was muttering something.

"The Split Fruit has the ability to split itself continuously and is immune to weapons."

"The first owner appeared 642 years ago and was a magician."

"He used his ability to leave many legendary magic performances and tricked many imitators."

"The second owner appeared 300 years ago. The information is unknown, but there are also many records about magical magic."

"."

"The fourth owner appeared 100 years ago and was a nobleman of a country in the North Sea. Later, he formed an acrobatic troupe."

"."

The ink gradually faded.

The pen holder dipped the quill pen in the ink bottle again.

Then he tapped a bowl of water at hand, and the thick ink floated in the water, and the pen tip rustled on the paper again.

"Combining historical records and illustrations, the wish carried by this fruit is: chaos..."

The writer hesitated, and the pen tip tapped again and again after the word chaos.

"Happiness, teasing?"

The wish or desire is Dr. Vegapunk's explanation of the source of the devil fruit's ability, that is, the devil fruit is produced because humans desire to have certain powers.

"And the devil's will in this fruit is relatively strong, and almost every owner of the ability has involuntarily established an acrobatic troupe."

"Also includes the current owner, the former crew member of Roger's Pirates, Buggy the Clown."

"Suspected of being influenced by the devil?"

The writer thought for a while and crossed out the line above.

Continue writing.

"There has never been a record of this fruit awakening, so there is no reference to its ability changes after awakening."

"But from the performance of the current awakeners, it can be inferred that after the fruit awakens, the ability to split extends to the mind or the spiritual world. Can the ability user split the memory or emotion through contact?"

The writer wrote slowly with speculation.

When writing about the mind and spirit, he paused for a long time.

"In the subsequent analysis, the Navy believes that in the fog sea battle (note: the Navy's description of the tragic battle to encircle and suppress Buggy the Clown), Buggy the Clown showed a similar ability to deceive people.

The specific manifestation should be the amplification or reduction of certain emotions in the heart of the contacted person, and also the ability to make people forget certain memories.

Its concept is consistent with the concept of splitting."

The writer dipped the ink again, and the plain white paper was also half painted.

"Regarding the arrest plan for this person, we should avoid too many troops gathering to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Battle of the Fog.

At the same time, we should use the power of simple-minded people (Vice Admiral Garp?) or the Navy Science Force.

Regarding the next move of this criminal, the CP organization has focused on monitoring Dressrosa, Reedchiled Island, and Mysteria Island."

After finishing the main work, the writer considered it for a while, and then wrote in a more casual style:

"In addition, this person's ability is also of great help to the doctor's research, and perhaps we can cooperate..."

A breeze blew, causing the yellowed lights to flicker a few times. Next to the plain white paper, a newly printed wanted poster also revealed its face under the light of the fire.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a dark purple suit, blue hair, and a thin figure, standing on the lookout tower of the mast.

The background behind him was the orange-red sky and island at dusk.

The man's forehead was painted with a pair of crossed skull arms, and his eye sockets were a little deep.

The corners of his mouth painted with bright red paint were raised high, and his smile stretched to his ears.

"An elegant madman."

This was the note written by the writer next to the portrait of the bounty order.

The number below was...

3.189 billion Baileys.

Devil Clown!

...

...

Somewhere in the sea of ​​the New World where all kinds of things are falling.

Hawkins looked tired.

He looked like he had just come out of the kingdom of demons and monsters.

The truth was not much different.

In that quiet night, he repeatedly encountered the oak ship for a full ninety-seven times!

The first twenty times, Hawkins did not intend to contact this obviously wrong ship, but just flew past it quickly not far away.

In that dark sea, there was no wind, but the sails were full.

But on the twenty-first time, Hawkins was impatient.

He seemed to be imprisoned in a space similar to a ghost wall. The crew around him kept repeating the previous words like a machine, and divination did not work at all.

The only change was that an oak ship would arrive every twenty minutes.

So it started at the twenty-first time.

Hawkins boarded the oak ship with trepidation.

But nothing happened.

Apu and the crew on the ship held a happy party together.

Their instruments were different, but the tunes they played were generally cheerful. But the more this happened, the more cold sweat Hawkins had on his forehead.

He clearly saw Apu playing battle music on this ship!

But the other party was just enthusiastically inviting him to join the party.

His expression was not half fake.

It was the first time Hawkins saw such a sincere expression on Apu's face.

So he tried to let go of his guard and eat meat and drink with them.

At the same time, he also tried to search for the strangeness on these people's faces.

He even wondered if he had encountered the legendary ghost ship.

But as he drank, black spots climbed up his eyes, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

When he woke up again, time seemed to have returned to the beginning.

He stood on the bow deck, holding the divination card in his hand.

And the oak ship slowly came from a distance.

The 22nd time.

Hawkins chose to destroy.

He turned into a nail-headed scarecrow and killed everyone on the ship.

Finally, he burned the ship.

Then he returned to his pirate ship.

After counting silently for twenty minutes.

This damn oak ship appeared again!

Unlike Buggy's calmness when he was constantly killing and committing suicide in this dream.

Hawkins collapsed in repetition again and again.

He tried everything, even methods such as keeping his consciousness awake.

The result did not change.

Until the 97th time.

A smiling clown appeared on the oak boat.

He held out his hand.

"Well, are you interested in joining my team, Mr. Fortune Teller?"

"Believe me, I always keep my word."

Hawkins, whose spirit was close to collapse, could no longer find a reason to refuse.

If he continued to sail in this dark sea, he would seriously go crazy on the spot.

Or maybe he was already crazy!

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