Pirates: Crime Killers

The village chief couldn't get Nilo and had to ask him to help with the bag.

The two walked on the country road, looking at the architectural style similar to their own fruity village, and Nilo couldn't help but recall his previous life.

Walking along the way, I soon came to a small house halfway up the mountain.

An old woman sat on a stone by the side of the house, looking at the sea in the distance, as if waiting for someone's return.

His gray hair looked about the same age as the village chief, he was dressed in ordinary clothes, and he wore a rusty ring on his hand.

The location of her house, the trees in front of her have been cut down, just enough to see the sea.

"Tido, the things that were stolen by those pirates have brought you back." The village chief took the bag in Nilo's hand and placed it at the door.

"It's Joshuel, thank you so much." Mrs. Tido smiled kindly, stood up tremblingly, and wanted to invite them to sit in the house.

"No need to say hello, you, you are still the same, why bother yourself all the time?" The village chief sighed.

Mrs. Tido, on the other hand, stroked the rusty iron ring in her hand, silent, but her eyes became a little sad.

"You've waited for so many years, but you have refused to let yourself go, is it really necessary?"

"I can sense that Zamboro must be waiting for me somewhere." Mrs. Tido is old, but stubborn.

"Zambo?" Nilo raised his eyebrows, what a familiar name, that guy had impressed him very deeply.

"You know?" Tido stared at Nilo with wide eyes, full of expectation.

"Sounds familiar." Nilo thought about it for a while, but still hid it, after all, the Zampo he knew was not a good person, and his sweetheart was already dead, otherwise how could he end up on that path for revenge?

Will someone wait for him all the time? I guess it's just the same name.

Disappointment appeared in Tido's eyes.

"Can you tell your story?" Nilo asked, still a little curious although he didn't feel like it.

"Our story, in fact, was when we were young." Tido smoothed her hair and said with a smile: "I used to live on two islands that were not close to Zambog, but because the adults sold things in the same place, we gradually became acquainted.

The adults couldn't take care of us when they sold things, so we went to play by ourselves. If someone bullied me, he would help me drive away those who bullied me, and then I fell deeply in love with him, and he liked me very much.

We agreed to get married when we grew up, and he would be my groom and I would be his bride.

Zamboz also made a ring out of a small piece of iron and gave it to me. "Later, when we grew older, I also talked to my parents about it, but they felt that the two families were too far away and did not agree to it."

We had a big fight over this, and that was the first time I had a fight with my parents.

That day my father was so angry that he snatched my ring, and I ran away crying and ran to the back hill to stay quiet.

But when I came out, the village was gone, and everything was burned to ruins.

I ran home in a hurry, but I saw only the bones of my relatives who had been buried, but my name was engraved on the tombstone, and the ring was placed on the tombstone. Nilo

only felt his scalp tingle for a while, and the story seemed to match the story that Zambo had told.

Tido continued, "I know that Zamboro came, and he must have thought I was dead.

The only person I was left with was Zamboro, so I waited on the island for several years, but never appeared again.

"Then she moved here." The village chief sighed and replied, "This house belongs to Zampo, but he never came back after he left." After Tido came to the island, he lived in this house, for decades. "

Let's go." The village chief left with Nilo, turned to Mrs. Tido and said, "Remember to eat on time, and be careful of the wind on the mountain." "

Thank you, Joshuel."

Nilo left with the village chief, still feeling incredible.

I wonder what would have happened if Zampo himself had known about this situation?

How ridiculous, a lifetime of revenge, but in the end it became a joke.

He did not dare to tell Mrs. Tido's life and the end of Zambo, for fear that she would do something stupid.

At least in her eyes, Zampo must still be the same as it was then. There are not many years to wait, so just let her stick to it.

At night, the banquet was over, and everyone returned to the ship to leave.

It can be seen that they are all having a lot of fun, and they are all very satisfied.

But in Nilo's mind, the story of Tido and Zambo is still recalled

, a man who suffered for revenge for his beloved, suffered for revenge, and finally lost himself and embarked on the road of crime.

A man who waited for the return of his beloved for decades and never left.

Drama, irony, absurdity.

The boy did not know that the girl was not dead at all, and she escaped the initial difficulty, waiting for him to return at the boy's house.

The girl would not have thought that the boy had been looking for a murderer for decades in order to avenge her, and finally he would become like a 'murderer', and he would not end well.

Leaning against the railing, I looked back at the back mountain of Litta Island, where the trees halfway up the mountain had been cut down just to wait for the return of my beloved.

It's a pity that I can never wait to come back.