Cole, Granger?
This name Angel had always been unwilling to recall was once again placed in front of him, still in such a desperate way.
Then who am I, Angel Granger? The memory in my mind, who is Angel Gray?
With Chaos in her mind, Angel couldn't help but look at Adam in front of her. The man wearing a white robe and always smiling was still waiting quietly, as if giving her time to "accept everything".
But how could I accept it... Angel looked away and looked at Crimson Moon, which had gradually become clearer in the sky. The almost full Crimson Moon was like the day she "came" to this world, spreading red gauze-like light to the sea and the beach, penetrating "Psychological Invisibility" and shining on the two of them.
From that night half a year ago, when she woke up in the basement where "Cole Granger" died and saw the moonlight outside the window, she regarded this world as a "different world" and herself as a "visitor from another world", and named herself "Angel Gray" Based on the memory of "", a new identity of "Angel Granger" was constructed, which was different from the murderer who died after taking Witch Potion.
But now, the Beyonder in front of him is probably "Spectator" High Sequence, telling himself personally that all these are his "Imagination"?
I just forgot my past memories and regarded myself as another person.
So what's the point of everything you do? He is still the murderer with blood-stained hands and sins all over his body. He also deceives himself into thinking that he has gotten rid of the past and has become a person with Justice in mind. He jokes about "helping him atone for his sins"?
At some point, Angel was already kneeling on the beach. In front of her were several special bullets that "only she could make" that had just fallen from her hands. Their copper shells showed a strange red color under the moonlight, like blood.
Her eyes stayed on the symbols and lines carved by her own hands, and she reached out and gently picked up a "Storm Convergence".
Is all this also false?
The texture and cold temperature of the metal bullet in her hand seemed to mock her rejection of reality.
Adam took a step forward and stopped in front of her. Angel subconsciously looked up and met those light-colored pupils. There was no ridicule or contempt in them, only calmness.
But the gaze looking down from a high position seemed to be that of God.
"Then why are you telling me all this?"
She asked softly, her voice like a whisper, low and hoarse.
"To give you a little crucial push, maybe you'll be grateful to me when you understand all this."
His words were still gentle, but they seemed to add a knife to the wound in Angel's heart.
gratitude? I want to shoot you to death right now... Angel clenched the "Good Luck" revolver in her hand, but had no urge to lift the weapon. She didn't know whether she had accepted the reality or whether she subconsciously believed that she could not cause harm to the person in front of her.
Seeing her clenching the pistol and then loosening it, Adam chuckled and looked up at the sky.
"'Sea King' has left, and the Mandated Punisherss will arrive soon. If you want to do anything, hurry up. If they catch you alive, they may track down other people, such as your Klein Moretti."
He also knows Klein?
Angel's heart trembled, and he raised his head again, only to find that Blonde Man in front of him had disappeared. The beach was bustling with people, and they were all the sounds of Sailor and the slaves, as if he had been the only one present from just now.
Only their sight through Angel's body showed that "Psychological Invisibility" was still valid, and the conversation between Adam and himself just now was not an illusion.
Her left hand moved unconsciously, touching the five bullets on the ground, tremblingly loading them into the bullet nest, returning the bullet nest to its original position, and holding the gun handle tightly.
After a moment, a sigh came into the ears of the nearest woman with long blond hair and delicate skin. She was panicked and frightened, and her body trembled. She looked in the direction of the sound, but she didn't see anyone.
A few minutes later, a team of "Mandated Punishers", much larger than the normal configuration, arrived at the scene with the help of a Wind-blessed. The strong wind swept past uncontrollably, leaving behind several figures wearing windbreakers.
The leader "Mandated Punishers" stood up from the beach, immediately looked around and quickly determined the situation at the scene.
There was only one huge sailboat parked in this secluded private harbor, but a raging fire was already igniting, illuminating the entire beach like daylight. He tried to bring in sea water to extinguish the fire, but soon gave up on this futile effort and turned his attention to the people standing or sitting on the beach.
Most of the people still alive were women in ragged clothes, with heavy shackles on their feet and hands tied in a row with hemp ropes; a few of the dozen or so people were men dressed as pirates, many of them looking crazy and full of fear.
"Confirm their identities. This is probably a slave trading team."
The captain frowned and ordered to the team members beside him.
He knew that the colonies were more or less involved in the human trade, and that things that were explicitly prohibited by the North Continent would be more profitable in the Rhoad Islands. Furthermore, the "slaves" on the beach were all young and beautiful women, so it was obvious where they would be sold.
Bypassing these Sailor and the sobbing girls who looked like they were frightened and just waiting to be captured, the captain came to the plank road next to the burning ship. There was a stake thicker than his thigh, like it was taken from the upper part of the mast. Where it was inserted into the plank board, there were two figures one above the other. They were both pierced by the stakes from the chest. Blood was flowing all over the ground. They were already dead.
The man below was wearing a three-cornered hat, with a black eyepatch covering his left eye, and his right eye was round and full of panic, as if he had experienced something incredible before his death.
The captain of "Mad Captain" Connors Victor and "One-Eyed Skull" is suspected of having contacts with many human traffickers and has been offered a reward of 3,300 pounds.
So, this burning ship is "One-Eyed Skull"?
He looked up at the silhouette of the ship in the blazing fire, trying to identify it, but soon felt his eyes burning, and he had no choice but to look away and stop at another corpse.
This man was short in stature and wore a cloak. Compared with the tall Connors, he seemed like an underage child. The thick wooden stake almost tore his chest, making his Affliction face difficult to recognize.
But there were only two fingers left on the hanging left hand, allowing the captain "Mandated Punishers" to quickly recognize the identity of the deceased.
The broker in "Red Theater", "Finger" Maduni.
He often provides special services to senior officials in Bayam's Governor's Mansion and naval bases who do not behave so well, so he has already registered with "Mandated Punishers".
It is not difficult to see that a transaction was going on here not long ago. The two parties were "Mad Captain" and "Finger", and the "goods" being sold were these women on the beach. They may then enter "Red Theater" to become a tool for making money, or they may be presented to some big shots as gifts to make them turn a blind eye.
So, the person who killed the two people and burned "One-Eyed Skull" was a "good Samaritan" who couldn't stand these pirates and ruined the human trade?
He looked around in confusion, but found nothing like "Sea King" Yarn Courtman ten minutes ago.
Click.
"Azure Wind" The door of the luxury suite on the top floor of the hotel was opened. A somewhat thin figure entered through the crack of the door and closed the door.
In the dark living room, only Crimson Moon outside the balcony provided some light at this time. Angel moved to the single sofa next to the balcony in a daze, but did not stop there. Instead, he walked to the double sofa on the other side, fell down with a bang, and lay down on the soft fabric surface.
At this time, she didn't even know whether her habit of "liking to sit on a single sofa" came from her own heart.
Klein went to Tiana Island this week to fulfill the last wish of Bayam, a dead novelist, and by the way perform the final performance of "Faceless", She was the only one in the suite, but Angel was extremely grateful for this now, because she didn't know how to face Klein, how to face this person who fell in love with her but didn't know her details at all.
But while she was thankful, she also felt a little regretful. If Klein was around, maybe she could muster up the courage to tell the other person everything and listen to the other person's thoughts.
Thoughts... What thoughts could he have about a person with a false identity, a false memory, and maybe even a false personality?
With a self-deprecating laugh, Angel turned around, lying on his back and looking at the ceiling.
If Klein knew everything, knew that he was actually "Cole Granger" who was wanted by the church; knew that he had just forgotten the past things and regarded them as the work of another person; knew that he had the lives of more than ten innocent people in his hands...
And how could he easily pick out these sins and confidently swear to Goddess that he had not killed innocent people?
What bullshit beliefs and rules you follow in your heart are all fake?
It's all fake!
Confusing thoughts flashed through his mind. Angel burst into tears at some point, curled up and fell asleep on the sofa.
Black streaks appeared on her face, like the colors of an oil painting, and like protruding blood vessels, which quickly covered every inch of skin on her face, spreading towards her neck and around her body.
Her long pale golden hair intertwined with each other and merged into thick branches, like poisonous snakes with their own lives. The tips opened, some turned into eyes, and some opened their mouths.
As if experiencing a huge Affliction, Angel moaned softly, twisting his body uneasily, with his face facing the window, and the black paint on his face became more and more intense.
At this moment, Moon, which was almost full and gradually exuded blood color, became dim. A calm breath floated over, and the soft moonlight covered Angel's body like a gauze.
Her increasingly heavy breathing seemed to calm down a bit.