Cole, Granger?

This name, which Angel has been reluctant to recall, is once again placed in front of him, still in such a desperate way.

And who am I, Angel Granger? Memories in my head, who is Angel Gray?

There was chaos in her mind, and Angel couldn't help but look at Adam in front of her, the man in the white robe with a smile on his face still waiting quietly, as if leaving her time to "accept everything".

But how could I possibly accept it...... Angel looked away and looked at the crimson moon in the sky, which was almost full of red moon, just like the day she "came" to this world, sprinkling the light of red gauze on the sea and the beach, penetrating the "psychological invisibility" and shining on the two of them.

From the 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", regarded herself as a "visitor from another world", and based on the memory of "Angel Gray", she constructed a new identity of "Angel Granger", which was different from the murderer who died after taking witch potions.

But now, the extraordinary person in front of him, who is likely to be the high sequence of the "audience", told himself that all this is his "utopia"?

I just forgot the memories of the past and thought of myself as someone else.

So what is the meaning of everything you do? He is still the murderer with blood on his hands and full of sins, and he still deceives himself into thinking that he has gotten rid of the past and become a righteous person, laughing and talking about "helping him atone for his sins"?

At some point, Angel was already kneeling on the beach, in front of her several special bullets that had just fallen from her hand, "only she can make", their copper shells showing a strange red in the moonlight, like blood.

Her gaze stayed on the symbols and patterns carved by her own hands, and she reached out to gently pick up a "Storm Convergence".

Is all this also false?

The texture and icy 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 the pair of light-colored pupils, in which there was no ridicule or disdain, only calm.

But the gaze that came from a high altitude seemed to be the gaze of a god.

"And what are you telling me all this for?"

She asked softly, her voice muttering, low and hoarse.

"To give you a little bit of a key push, and when you understand all this, maybe thank me."

His words were still gentle, but they seemed to add a stab to Angel's heart.

Grateful? I'm going to shoot you right now...... Angel clenched the "Good Luck" revolver in her hand, but she didn't feel the urge to lift the weapon, she didn't know if she had accepted the reality or subconsciously thought that she couldn't do harm to the person in front of her at all.

Seeing her clench her pistol and let it go, Adam chuckled and looked up at the sky.

"Aquaman has left, and then the punishers will arrive, if you want to do something, hurry up, they will catch you alive, and maybe track down someone else, like your Crane Moretti."

Does He know Klein too?

Angel's heart trembled, and he looked up again, only to find that the blonde man in front of him had disappeared, and the beach was bustling with the voices of sailors and slaves, as if he had been the only one present since just now.

Only when they passed through the sight of Angel's body did it show that "psychological invisibility" was still valid, and the conversation between Adam and himself just now was not an illusion.

She moved unconsciously with her left hand, picked up the five bullets on the ground, trembled and loaded them back into the nest, put the nest back into place, and held the handle tightly.

A moment later, a sigh came into the ears of the woman with long blond hair and delicate skin who was closest to her, and her body shook in a panic and fear, and she looked in the direction of the sound, but she didn't see anyone.

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A few minutes later, a group of "substitute punishers", which was much larger than the normal configuration, arrived at the scene with the help of a wind-bearer, and the wind swept through somewhat uncontrollably, leaving several figures in trench coats behind.

The captain of the "substitute punisher" stood up from the beach, immediately looked around, and quickly determined the situation at the scene.

There was only a huge sailboat parked in this secluded private harbor, but by this time a fire had ignited, illuminating the entire beach as if it were daytime, and he tried to summon the sea to extinguish the fire, but soon gave up this attempt and turned his attention to the crowd standing and sitting on the beach.

Most of those who are still alive are ragged women, with heavy shackles on their feet and their hands tied in a row with hemp rope; A few dozen or so men were pirate men, many of them looking insane and full of fear.

"Confirm their identity, it's likely a slave trading team."

The captain frowned and instructed the team members beside him.

He knew that the colonies were more or less involved in the trade of people, and that what was forbidden on the northern continent was more profitable to be put in the Rorsted Islands, and that the "slaves" on the beach were all young and beautiful women, and it was obvious where they would be sold.

Bypassing the sailors and sobbing maidens who seemed to have been frightened and ready to be captured, the captain came to the plank road beside the burning ship, where there stood a stake thicker than a thigh, like a stake taken from the upper part of the mast, and where it was inserted into the plank of the plank, two figures were stacked on top of each other, both pierced through the chest by the stake, and blood flowed all over the ground, long dead.

The man below wore a tricorne, a black blindfold covering his left eye, and his right eye was round, and his face was full of panic, as if he had experienced something incredible before he died.

"Mad Captain" Connors Victor, the captain of the "One-Eyed Skull", is suspected of having dealings with numerous human traffickers and has been offered a reward of 3,300 pounds.

So, this burning ship is the "One-Eyed Skull"?

He looked up at the shadow of the ship in the flames and tried to make it, but soon felt his eyes heat and had to look away and stop at another corpse.

The man was short in stature, cloaked, and looked like an underage child compared to the tall Connors, and the thick stakes nearly tore through his chest, making his anguish countenance unrecognizable.

But only two fingers remained of the hanging left hand, allowing the captain of the "substitute punishment" to quickly recognize the identity of the deceased.

The broker in the "Red Theater", "Finger" Maduni.

He often provided special services to the unscrupulous high-ranking officials of the Governor's Mansion and the naval base in Baiam, so he was already listed as a "substitute for punishment".

It is not difficult to see that there was a recent bargain going on here, with the two sides being "Captain Mad Captain" and "Finger", and the "goods" being sold were the women on the beach, who were likely to enter the "Red Theater" as a tool for collecting money, or were offered to some big man as a gift to make them turn a blind eye.

So, the one who killed the two and burned the "One-Eyed Skull" was a "good Samaritan" who couldn't get used to these pirates and ruined the human trade?

He looked around suspiciously, but found nothing, just like Aquaman "Aquaman" ten minutes earlier.

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Click.

The door of the luxury suite on the top floor of the "Blue Wind" hotel was opened, and a somewhat thin figure entered through the crack in the door and closed the door casually.

In the dark living room, where only the red moon outside the balcony provided a little light, Angel moved to the single sofa next to the balcony in a daze, but did not stop there, but walked to the two-seater sofa on the other side, fell down with a thud, and lay on the soft fabric surface.

At this time, she didn't even know if the habit of "liking to sit on a single sofa" came from her heart.

Crane travels to Tiana this week to fulfill the last wish of a dead family in Byam, and by the way, she is the only one in the suite, but Angel is very happy about this now, because she has no idea how to deal with Crane, how to face this person who has fallen in love with her, but has no idea what she is about.

But fortunately, she also had some regrets, if Klein was around, maybe she could muster up the courage to tell the other party everything and listen to the other party's thoughts.

Idea...... What could he think of a person with a false identity, a false memory, and perhaps even a false personality?

With a self-deprecating laugh, Angel turned and lay on his back looking at the ceiling.

If Klein knew everything, he knew that he was actually "Cole Granger" wanted by the Church; Knowing that you have just forgotten the previous events and treating them as if they were done by someone else; Knowing that he had the lives of more than ten innocent people on his hands......

And how did he easily remove these sins, and when he swore to the goddess, he said that he did not harm the innocent?

What bullshit beliefs, what inner rules to follow, that's all fake?

It's all fake!

Chaotic thoughts flashed through her mind, and Angel burst into tears, curled up and fell asleep on the sofa.

Black markings appeared on her face, like the color of an oil painting, and like protruding blood vessels, which soon crawled all over every inch of skin on her face, spreading to her neck and around her body.

Her long, pale blonde hair intertwined with each other, merging into thick branches, like a viper with a life of its own, the tips of which were open, some into eyes, some grinning.

As if in great pain, Angel moaned softly and writhed uneasily, her face facing the window, her face becoming more and more intense.

At this moment, the moon, which was almost full and gradually emitted a bloody color, became dim, and a calm breath wafted by, and the soft moonlight covered Angel's body like a light veil.

Her breathing, which gradually became heavier, seemed to calm down a little.

(End of chapter)

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