Chapter 112 - Escaping from Arcanum Train (V) (1/2)

Chapter 112 - Escaping from Arcanum Train (V)

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Editor: Kitty

In the end, Crow did not take action When he held the knife in his hand silently, he quickly retracted his hand back into his pocket again

I shouldn’t have thought about that, Crow repeated to hi to solve probleh, in his opinion, Owl’s behavior was very abnormal and very likely to attack others, and Croould definitely be the first person to be hurt and threatened by his actions

But Croas still unwilling to take action, but not because he was kind and filled with coreat person before losing his memories, but he didn’t think he was a bad person either

In this world, there would be no absolute kindness and evil When ht and just, it would be defined as good, and people who had done it would be regarded as good, and vice versa

The definition of kindness and evil was very simple, but it also determined the difference between man and beast After all, no beast defined its own kind with kindness and evil

So why choose? If one thought so to do, then one should just do it

Crow took a deep breath He relaxed and leaned against the wall Oas still grabbing one of his hands Owl’s fingers were still as piercing-cold as before, and he had a teot about these htened up, looked up at Owl, and said, “I think we need to talk about it”

Owl cocked his head with a smile: “What should we talk about?”

“I know you suspect me to be theyou of it,” Owl interrupted him and sneered, “I’m sure of it”

“So since you put it that way, you should have soht?”

“I have solid proof” Owl paused for a rasped Crow’s hand Then, he reached over to touch Crow’s neck Crow felt the cold touch caressing his fragile neck, and he could not help but shi+ver

“You have a ligature mark on the back of your neck” Owl touched the back of Crow’s neck, and there was a bit of a depression there

Crow did not feel much He did not even feel pain However, at theslender slithering across his neck

“What you wore on your neck, and what I got it within the palm of the corpse&k2014;” Owl took out the black cross pendant and looked at Crow “Did you lose it?”

Crow glanced at the black cross and said, “I don’t have any i of pleasure when you interrogate me like a prisoner?”

Owl’s expression was extremely bleak: “There is only you, me, and the corpse in the enclosed train car No13 The corpse is holding the cross in his hand tightly, and the chain the cross is hung on is also broken It is obvious that it was forcibly pulled off someone’s neck, but between us, only you have this h to explain the problem?”

“I did not kill anyone” Crow did not alter his stateain and said, “I don’t have any relevant memories of it My memories start from the moment when I woke up and read that note! I don’t knohat I’ve done before, but my heart tells me that I’ve never hurt anyone!”

Owl did not believe Crow and continued to compel him to confess: “Come on, under the circumstances when you do not have any memories, even your brain could possibly lie to you!”

“I don’t knohy you are so sure! But all this was clearly designed by others! Put two people and a corpse into a closed carriage and deliberately design various criminal traces and evidence so that you can be sure that I aht each other?”

“Fight each other? No! Of course ouldn’t” Owl suddenly squinted and said soe:

“Even if you’re the real ainst you”

“What do you mean by that?” Croas puzzled, but Owl did not answer his question He stood up straight and released Crow’s hand Crow felt his hands were stiff, but the lingering coldness remained

“By the way, are you cold?” Crow could not help but ask Owl, and he could not help shaking his wrist—the wrist that had been held by Owl

“I feel your body is very cold”

The tension between the two seehed and said, “I’m not cold Don’t worry—it’s just teeness, but at the o deep into it He felt tired, but he did not want to waste ties No12 and No11 and started to read the relevant hints provided on the door—

[There is no one in carriage No12]

[But the poor kitten was killed]