Sherlock swallowed and asked:

"Can a person who is already dead be reborn here?"

"no."

Bueno answered neatly,

"It is the will of the immortal bird to make the living eternal life, and it is heresy to make the dead live, belonging to the pagans."

Sherlock and Pipicia looked at each other in a way, and their eyes were transmitted, so because Helling had a unicorn demon fruit in his body, he was considered a heretic?

To resurrect Ace, we can only find the ancestor of the unicorn.

"We are all people created by God. We should have had no doubts about God, but this belief has often changed with me."

Bells touched his gray beard.

"Because of the shaken in my heart, God took away my youth and allowed me to face every dusk in an aging posture."

"This cannot be blamed on the Bishop."

Willie Pope said,

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

"That's right, because humans can create countless new humans by imagination here, and human greed and selfish desires are endless."

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

Bueno opened the box and presented it to Sherlock with stacks of case files.

The case files are filled with extremely cruel and perverted murder cases. Sherlock did not look through them one by one, but just looking at the photos is enough to make ordinary people feel cold on their backs.

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

Her body was dismembered, her face was twisted, and she experienced inhuman torture before her death.

"Is this your twin sister?"

Sherlock asked hesitantly.

Bueno did not answer.

"No, that's her."

Pipicia flapped her wings and flew to Sherlock's shoulders, muttering in a low voice:

“And it happens every day.”

Sherlock gasped.

"A person who dreams of killing can meet the objects he can hunt, that is, the new humans who have been created every day."

Bueno buried his head, his eyes showing pain.

At 8 o'clock tonight, she will instinctively appear at the streets of Korver and be brutally hunted.

Then the next day, she will be recreated.

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

Unlike other victims, Bueno does not remember what happened, and she gained the ability to awaken memory, she has her true soul, so she can remember everything clearly every time, but she cannot resist, as if it is a nightmare that will never wake up.

"So, it has become a luxury for us who are immortal to die."

Bells said slowly,

"And those evildoers can stay in Phoenix City forever, commit crimes and enjoy life."

"What do I need to do?"

Sherlock's mood suddenly became heavy. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he was shaken when he heard what happened to Bueno.

Of course, it was not only for Bueno, but also for the evil ones.

Those who have been marked must unravel the curse if they want to leave this island of dusk.

"The followers need to unravel the curse so that everyone can freely enter and exit the island of dusk, so that we can expel those sinners, rescue innocent people, and the dream of young children going out to make a living."

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 spoke in unison.

Sherlock rubbed his eyebrows and looked at Pipicia's kiss. He did not seek its opinion, but hoped that it would overturn his guess.

Pipicia shook her head:

"The host level is not enough, and I can't check their fate."

"Don't worry, I hope you can help us and we will repay you."

Willie Pope said with a serious face.

"Yes, just say whatever the favored person wants."

Bells took a sip of black tea and smiled.

"I will fight for what I want."

Sherlock doesn't want to create some new human beings out of thin air because of his desires.

He is not their father, so he is very irresponsible.

"What should I do specifically?"

"We need to find the answer in the tomb of the Immortal Bird. The orange stone tablet next to the tomb records the way to break the curse, but it is very difficult to reach the tomb itself."

Bueno said.

"Um."

Sherlock stood up,

"I'll think about it, before that, Bueno, let's go with me for a walk."

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

"Since it is the request of the favored man, Bueno, you go."

Bueno followed Sherlock away from the main classroom.

The orange light penetrated through the convex glass window and hit Bells' old skin.

This familiar temperature was almost every day Bears felt.

Bells grinned and laughed loudly, tears slid down his cheeks.

His body trembled and his black tea cup was crushed.

Blood fell onto the table along the pieces of the cup.

"After so many years, and after all, it finally appeared."

"Sir, you're so excited."

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

"Will the favored ones help us?"

"Yes, the prophecy says that the favored ones will definitely help us."

Bells's face darkened,

"Of course, necessary guidance is also essential."

"The leader is right. His companions have participated in the wishing ceremony. If they want to leave here, they must break the curse."

Willie Pope said, and after a moment he asked with a serious expression,

"Since you have the ability to interfere with the new human mind, why not save Bueno and let her not appear on Korver Street?"

"Because everyone has their own destiny, whether it is luck or miserable, without these destinies, what do we rely on to do with what existence?"

"Then isn't it a contradiction to say that it's changing everyone's destiny?"

Willie Pope asked in confusion.

Bells looked into the distance, although there was only endless darkness within his sight,

"I tried to change someone's fate, but failed and lost my eyes. I am not a favored person and I am powerless to rewrite our history. After all, we are not the offspring of God's favor, but just a tool to realize human ambitions. God, you treat us too cruelly."

Willie Pope was stunned, and after a long time, he sighed,

"Fortunately, only we know the truth, otherwise the people should live in what kind of despair."

"Anyway, we must let our family help us."

Bells said extremely firmly.
Chapter completed!