One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

Chapter 110 The Nightmare That Will Not Wake Up (four more)

Sherlock swallowed and asked:

“Can people who have died be reborn here?”

“no.”

Bueno answered simply and neatly.

“It is the will of the phoenix to allow the living to live forever, and it is heresy to resurrect the dead, which belongs to pagans.”

Sherlock and Pipicia looked at each other, and their eyes passed, so Heling was considered a heresy because he had the unicorn Devil Fruit in his body?

And to resurrect Ace, you can only find the ancestor of the unicorn.

“We are all people created by God, and we should have faith in God without doubt, but this belief has constantly changed in my place.”

Bells touched his gray beard,

“Because of the shaking in my heart, God took away my youth, so that I can only face every twilight with an aging attitude.”

“This cannot be blamed on Lord Bishop.”

Willie Pope said,

“The gift given by the new god is too terrible.”

“Yes, because humans can rely on imagination to create countless new humans here, and human greed and selfish desires never end.”

Bueno picked up the brass key hanging around his neck, opened the closet against the wall, took out a box with a top secret label, and placed it on the mahogany wooden table.

Bueno opened the box, and what she saw before Sherlock was a stack of papers.

The case files are all extremely cruel and pervert murder cases. Sherlock didn’t look through them one by one, but just from the photos, it was enough to chill the backs of ordinary people.

Among them, there is a woman who looks very similar to Bueno.

Her body was dismembered, her face was distorted, and she had experienced inhuman torture before she died.

“This is your twin sister?”

Sherlock asked hesitantly.

Bueno didn’t answer.

“No, this is her.”

Pipicia flapped her wings, flew to Sherlock’s shoulder, and whispered:

“And it happens every day.”

Sherlock took a deep breath.

“A person who dreams of killing can encounter objects that he can hunt every day, that is, we are the new human beings created.”

Bueno buried his head and his eyes showed pain.

At 8 o’clock tonight, she will instinctively appear at the corners of Korver Street and be brutally hunted down.

Then the next day, she will be recreated.

For Bueno, this is a nightmare that will never wake up.

Bueno is different from other victims in that other people will not remember what happened, and she has gained the ability to awaken and remember. She has her own real soul, so she can remember everything clearly every time, but she is unable to resist. This seems to be a nightmare that will never wake up.

“Therefore, we who are immortal have become extravagant hopes of dying.”

Bells said slowly,

“And those villains can stay in Phoenix forever, commit crimes and enjoy life.”

“What do you need me to do?”

Sherlock’s mood suddenly became heavy. He didn’t want to be nosy, but when he heard what happened to Bueno, he was shaken.

Of course, not only for Bueno, but also for the group of partners on the Hellfire.

Those who have been marked, want to leave this twilight island, they have to untie this curse.

“The beloved needs to untie the curse and allow everyone to freely enter and exit the island of twilight, so that we can expel the sinners and rescue the innocent. Only the dream of young children who want to go out can be realized.”

Bueno said excitedly.

“Have you ever thought that once the curse is lifted, maybe the blessing will no longer exist, and you may all disappear?”

Sherlock asked.

“Even so, we want to lift the curse.”

Bueno and Willie Pope said in unison.

Sherlock rubbed his eyebrows and looked at Pipicia. He didn’t ask for his opinion, but hoped that it would overthrow his conjecture.

Pipicia shook her head personally:

“The Host level is not enough, and I can’t check their fate.”

“The favored one can rest assured, I hope you can help us, and we will return you.”

Willie Pope said with a serious face.

“Yes, just say whatever you want.”

Bells took a sip of black tea and smiled.

“What I want, I will fight for it myself.”

Sherlock didn’t want to create some new humans out of thin air because of his own desires.

He is not their father, so irresponsible.

“What exactly should I do?”

“You need to find the answer in the tomb of the phoenix. The orange stone tablet beside the tomb records the way to break the curse, but it is difficult to reach the tomb itself.”

Bueno said.

“Um.”

Sherlock stood up,

“I think about it. Before that, Bueno, let me go shopping with me.”

Bueno was stunned, looking at Willie Pope and the elderly Bells, Bells nodded slightly:

“Since it’s the request of the beloved, Bueno, you go.”

Bueno left the main classroom with Sherlock.

Orange light passed through the convex window and hit Bells’s old skin.

This familiar temperature is felt by Bells almost every day.

Bells grinned and laughed, tears falling from his cheeks.

His body trembled and the black tea cup was crushed.

The blood dripped down the pieces of the cup onto the table.

“After so many years, so many years, it finally appeared.”

“Master Bishop, you are so excited.”

Willie Pope raised his head, his face was already full of tears, but he didn’t want to let the tears flow down.

“Will the favored one help us?”

“Yes, the prophecy says that the beloved will definitely help us.”

Bells’s face darkened,

“Of course, the necessary guidance is also indispensable.”

“His Lord is right. His partners have already participated in the wishing ceremony. If they want to leave here, they must also break the curse.”

Willie Pope said, and after a moment, he asked solemnly.

“Since you have the ability to intervene in the minds of the new humans, why not save Bueno and ask her not to appear in Korver Street?”

“Because everyone has their own destiny, whether it is lucky or miserable. Without these destinies, what can we rely on?”

“Then it is a contradiction to change everyone’s destiny now?”

Willie Pope asked inexplicably.

Bells looked into the distance, even though there was only endless darkness in his sight,

“I tried to change someone’s destiny, but failed. I lost my eyes. I am not a favored one, unable to rewrite our history. After all, we are not the children of God’s favor, but only tools to realize human ambitions. God, you treat us. Too cruel.”

Willie Popper was stunned. After a long time, he sighed.

“Fortunately, only we know the truth, otherwise the people should be living in despair.”

“In any case, we must let the favored one help us.”

Bells said very firmly.

Willie Pope put his hands on his chest and made a prayer gesture, saying: “Follow your guidance, even if you give your life, let the beloved help us.”