One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

Chapter 171 Can this be done?

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 fishes before their deaths are simply unforgettable for a lifetime.

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

Bedma sang a song with satisfaction, tears in her eyes.

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

“enough!”

Pipicia kissed Bedma’s face and kicked him out. If Sherlock hadn’t held the thin line of his law in his hand, he would have fallen into the molten slag.

Pipicia looked at Sherlock dissatisfiedly: “Why don’t you let me kill him.”

“He saved everyone, you killed him, it’s not appropriate.”

Sherlock tried to persuade Pipicia with simple reasons.

Pipicia said, “You insulted my ears, you have to be responsible!”

“Are your ears pregnant?”

Sherlock asked rhetorically.

Pipicia shook her head: “No, but it should be aborted.”

“The kid is gone, what responsibility do I bear.”

The two made an innocent joke, and then led everyone away from this molten pool.

Inside the main tomb.

The pirates have lingering fears.

They took off the earplugs, partly lamenting that Bedma only sang one song, otherwise the earplugs would fail, and the other part looked at Sherlock curiously.

“Boss, when did you eat String-String Fruit?”

“Yes.”

They asked excitedly.

Sherlock shook his head: “This is the power of the law, not String-String Fruit, but it can exert a similar power.”

“so smart.”

“Where did the boss go to retreat this month?”

“After I go out, I will tell you well.”

Shylock said, ordering everyone to start exploring the tomb.

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

These antiques are similar to the utensils placed in the bedroom of a medieval European palace.

“Boss, can these things be taken away?”

“They are all cursed, it’s best not to.”

Sherlock observed these instruments and said.

Bedma looked at Kom regretfully: “It’s a pity friend, you didn’t hear my singing, I still want you to give me some advice.”

“Those fish heard, I think they have given the best opinion.”

Kemu whispered, fearing that the terrible singer would be angered.

“what?”

Bedma’s eyes beamed, looking forward to hearing a few suggestions.

“Just shut up, don’t speak anymore!”

Pipicia spoke his heartbeat instead of Kemu.

Bedma lowered her head, and sure enough, she was disgusted again.

Kerm looked at him depressed and suddenly couldn’t bear it, and patted him on the shoulder: “In fact, singing this kind of thing can be better with practice the day after tomorrow.”

“Really?”

Bedma’s eyes recovered, and he looked at Kom moved.

Worthy of being my chosen friend!

“After that, I will practice more. Would you like to listen to me practice?”

The corners of Kerm’s mouth twitched, and I retracted, retracting words that I could practice.

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

He has the sophistication of a scholar, and from time to time he collects dust and other trivial things into his pocket.

“Strange, why is there no coffin?”

Kom wondered.

Others also have this question.

Thirty people who went down to the tomb are now only 24 left.

Before the change, Sherlock would regret taking them down, but now his mood is calm.

Everyone is responsible for their choices.

When Shylock sensed that he was biased towards indifferent reason, a trace of fear rose in his heart.

Is this also the cause of the heart?

If he does his best, these 30 people can be unscathed before encountering Phoenix.

But Sherlock didn’t focus on protecting them.

Sherlock knew that he had indeed changed.

And those who follow him are bound to change.

Because they can’t keep up with their progress, they will always be left behind and eliminated by the world.

It is better to die here than to be eliminated.

Shylock had terrible thoughts in his heart, but his reason was extinguished in an instant.

The only person who knows him best now is Pipicia.

But Pipicia did not enlighten him, 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.

Pipicia stood up with her scorched hair, then grinned: “You’re just jealous of us, you can accept yourself calmly.”

“…”

Sherlock retracted his gaze and continued to observe the mausoleum.

Through the holographic vision of the law, Sherlock saw the upside down coffin below the tomb and the organs on the four walls.

“Press down the bulging part of the eyes in the murals on the four walls in the southeast, northwest, and at the same time. This is a mechanism.”

Sherlock explained as he ordered.

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

The round platform raised in the middle of the tomb suddenly turned 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.

“It turned out to be so designed.”

Kerm felt that he had recorded everything he saw, and at the same time he took a few more pictures of the coffin.

Bedma, who regards Kom as a friend, acts as Kom’s assistant.

“What did you write?”

Sherlock asked.

“It looks like a song.”

Pipicia said profusely.

Bedma’s eyes lit up, and she leaned to Pipisia’s kiss: “What song?”

“Sing praises to the great phoenix, forget it, I still won’t translate it.”

Seeing Bedma eager to try, Pipicia immediately gave up the idea of ​​translation, “Anyway, it’s not what you are looking for.”

Bedma silently copied all the lyrics, even if he couldn’t understand it, he couldn’t give up.

The song in the ancient tomb is definitely a swan song!

Bedma has made up his mind that she must find someone to translate it for herself.

Pipicia shook her head, “Let’s go, go to the next floor.”

Sherlock nodded and opened the passage.

Several people walked down the passage steps.

Kerm turned on the searchlight above his head, saw the steps clearly, and followed Bedma tremblingly.

“do not be afraid.”

Bedma comforted.

Kiya Roca took off his gloves and looked at his fingers.

Is it really the role of Sombra?

He shook hands in confusion, his fingers as flexible as usual.

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

He was completely fascinated by Sherlock.

That kind of aesthetic violence fascinated him deeply.

Sherlock frowned slightly when he noticed Roca’s hot gaze.

Kiya Roka immediately retracted his gaze, pretending to wipe his saber.