Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 512 Confusion
Cole, Granger?

This name that Angel had never wanted to recall was once again placed in front of him, again in such a despairing way.

So who am I, Angel Granger? The memory in my mind, who is Angel Gray?

Her mind was in chaos, and Angel couldn't help but look at Adam in front of her. This 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 the crimson moon that had gradually become clearer in the sky. The almost full red moon was like the day she "came" to this world, shining a red gauze-like light. Sprinkle onto the sea, onto the beach, penetrate the "psychological invisibility", and shine 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 based on the memory of "Angel Gray", a new identity of "Angel Granger" was constructed, which was different from the murderer who died after taking the witch's potion.

But now, the Extraordinary person in front of him, who was probably a high-level "audience" person, told himself that all of this was his "fantasy"?
I just forgot my past memories and regarded myself as another person.

Then what is the meaning of everything you do? He is still the murderer with blood-stained hands and sins all over his body. He also deceives himself and others into thinking that he has got rid of the past and has become a righteous person. He joked 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 in 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 "Gathering of Storms".

Is all this also false?

Does he also know Klein?
Angel's heart trembled, and he raised his head again, only to find that the blond man in front of him had disappeared. The beach was bustling with people, and they were filled with the sounds of sailors and slaves. It was as if he was the only one present from just now.

"To give you a little crucial push, maybe you'll be grateful to me when you understand all this."

"Then why are you telling me all this?"

She asked softly, her voice like a whisper, low and hoarse.

The texture and cold temperature of the metal bullet in her hand seemed to mock her rejection of reality.

Seeing her tighten her grip on the pistol and then loosen it, Adam chuckled and looked up at the sky.

gratitude? I want to shoot you to death right now... Angel clenched the "lucky" 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 face the person in front of her at all. cause some damages.

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

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.

But the gaze looking down from a high position seemed to be the gaze of a god.

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.

Only their sight through Angel's body showed that "psychological invisibility" was still effective, and the conversation between Adam and himself just now was not an illusion.

There was only one huge sailing ship parked in this hidden private harbor, but at this time a raging fire was igniting, illuminating the entire beach like daylight. He tried to attract seawater to put out the fire, but soon gave up this futile effort and His eyes were focused on the crowds of people standing or sitting on the beach.

"'Aquaman' has left, and the Punishers will arrive soon. If you want to do something, hurry up. If they catch you alive, they may be able to track down other people, such as your Klein Moretti. .”

A few minutes later, a team of "Punishers" that was 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 people wearing windbreakers. figure.

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.

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His words were still gentle, but they seemed to add a knife to the wound in Angel's heart.

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. Things that were explicitly prohibited on the Northern Continent would be more profitable in the Rhoad Islands. Moreover, the "slaves" on the beach were all young and beautiful women. It’s obvious where to sell it. Bypassing these frightened sailors and sobbing girls who were just waiting to be captured, the captain came to the plank road beside the burning ship. Here stood a stick thicker than his thigh, which seemed to be taken from the upper part of the mast. Where the wooden stake was inserted into the wooden plank of the plank road, there were two figures stacked one above the other. Both of them were pierced by the wooden stake from the chest, blood was flowing all over the ground, and 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.

"Crazy Captain" Connors Victor, the captain of the "One-Eyed Skull", is suspected of having contacts with many human traffickers and has been offered a reward of 3300 pounds.

So, this burning ship is the 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 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 painful face difficult to recognize.

But there were only two fingers left on the hanging left hand, allowing the captain of the "Punisher" to quickly recognize the identity of the deceased.

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

He often provided special services to senior officials in Bayam's Governor's Palace and the naval base who behaved less well, so he had already registered with the "Punisher".

It is not difficult to see that a transaction was going on here not long ago. The two parties were "Crazy Captain" and "Finger", and the "goods" being sold were these women on the beach. They are likely to enter the "Red Theater" and become It is a tool for making money, or it is given to some big shots as a gift to make them turn a blind eye.

So, the person who killed the two people and burned the "One-Eyed Skull" was a "good Samaritan" who couldn't stand these pirates and disrupted the human trade?
He looked around in confusion, but just like "Aquaman" Yann Coatman ten minutes ago, he found nothing.

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Click.

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

In the dark living room, only the red moon outside the balcony provided a little illumination at this time. Angel moved to the single sofa next to the balcony in a daze, but did not stay there. Instead, he walked to the double sofa on the other side and banged. He fell down and lay 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 a dead novelist in Bayam, and by the way perform the final performance of "The Faceless Man". She was the only one in the suite, but Angel is 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 true identity at all.

But while she was thankful, she also felt a little regretful. If Klein was by her side, maybe she could muster up the courage to tell him everything and listen to his 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 being done by another person; knew that he had more than ten people in his hands. Innocent lives...

And how could he easily pick out these sins and confidently say that he had not killed innocent people when he swore to the goddess?

What bullshit beliefs and rules you follow in your heart are all fake?

all fake!

Confusing thoughts flashed through his mind. Angel burst into tears before he knew it. He 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. They 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 he was experiencing great pain, Angel groaned softly, twisted his body uneasily, and turned his face towards the window, with the black paint on his face becoming more and more intense.

At this moment, the moon, which was almost full and gradually exuding blood, became dim. A calm breath drifted over, and the soft moonlight covered Angel's body like a veil.

Her increasingly heavy breathing seemed to calm down a bit.

(End of this chapter)