Is the Evil God Me?

To be sure, this was one of Sherlock's purposes to meet Lynn in private.

Lynn Moriarty, how did you see the traces of the [Line]?

In this world, there are always some people who are born with outstanding spiritual achievements. Before becoming Extraordinary, they have been able to channel or travel through the astral world, and obtain gifts from the mysterious and unpredictable depths. Such special existences are also called Whisperers, Remote viewer, narrator. But it's not hard to see from Lynn's past that he was a...

Unremarkable!

Neither smart nor mellow, even if he wants to be ruthless, he has no place to play. At most, he is stubborn and stubborn. It is commendable.

From Sherlock's point of view, Lynn Moriarty at that time was already abandoned.

However, an incident forced the young master's life trajectory on the right track. Sherlock was very curious as to what caused such a major change in Lynn's life.

To be honest, if Lynn hadn't entered the [Suppression Bureau].

Curious Sherlock would never mind creating some incidents to test Lynn, or simply take him away, but now everyone is within the system, since they are all within the system, they have to follow the rules, even if [ Fate Weaving Bureau] also cannot break the rules.

No one can afford the consequences of breaking the rules.

Sherlock held his pipe and waited for the little gentleman's answer.

"I have studied the documents and materials in the bureau, and I can identify the sex." Because he didn't know what the "line" of the [Fate Weaving Bureau] was, Lin En smiled and started to pretend to be stupid.

"It's such a coincidence, I learned it too." Sherlock still smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Obviously this is saying, don't try to lie to me.

"Learning textbooks are the rules of the bureau, and it's a very thick book." Lynn smiled and kicked the ball back again. Sherlock wanted to test himself, so he hid under the huge machine of the [Suppression Bureau]. If he wants to continue to ask questions, he has to weigh the strength and method.

To ask? force?

Mr. Lynn obviously eats soft and not hard.

Sherlock looked at this slippery teenager, and a playful smile flashed in his eyes that had no warmth.

"It seems that our learning methods are not the same. I will ask for more advice when I have a chance. You are not allowed to refuse to teach me. Of course, I will also pay the tuition well."

As if he had found his prey, Mr. Detective smiled happily with his purple wood pipe in his mouth.

The atmosphere between the two was instantly happy.

But the subtext hidden in the depths of the two people's words was filled with the smell of gunpowder, as if a duel had just ended, and the air was filled with the dangerous breath left after pulling the trigger.

‘I’m really numb, is this person sick? ’

Lynn couldn't help but scolded in his heart. When people are at home, disasters come from the sky, why is this [Fate Weaving Bureau] person staring at him. Besides, he knows the other party and doesn't have time to do anything at all. And what really made Lynn's scalp tingle was that Sherlock was the same kind of person who was good at using rules.

Fortunately, the two belonged to different departments, and Sherlock was also very young, only twenty years old, so it wouldn't have any effect on him.

Thinking of this, Lynn couldn't help feeling a lot better.

"Let's talk about other happy things. I heard the leader of Yefni say that Mr. Lynn's analysis is top-notch. It was the first time I went to the scene of the murder, and just based on observation, I deduced that the work of a Beyonder was out of control. . I'm also an obscure and clumsy detective, and I'd like to discuss it with you."

Sherlock changed the subject in time, praising Lynn's analytical ability.

I can't tell if this smart man is being humble.

"There is an incident on my side three years ago. Due to the confidentiality of the details, I cannot tell you the identity of the person involved, but the process is very interesting. Would you like to listen to Mr. Lynn?"

"I am very happy."

Sherlock was quick to recount the bizarre case.

The incident took place in the battle zone on the northern front. Because of the artillery fire on the front line, order was completely collapsed in the area where both sides had extremely poor control. A group of disbanded soldiers got lost in the area and took control of civilians in a house with their guns.

The interesting thing is that there was nothing to eat in that house at that time, but the people in it had been living for nearly a month. Except for being a little sluggish and thin, they were no different from normal people.

Then the soldiers who were blocked by the enemy and could not return to the team had to live in this strange house.

On the first day, everything was normal. The soldiers carried dry food with them and could wrap their stomachs. Out of sympathy, they distributed some to these civilians who were dying of starvation.

But things started to get out of hand from the next day.

A small half of the soldiers said that they did not want to go to war anymore, they just wanted to stay here. Other soldiers thought it was a defection, and a wave of clashes ensued. One soldier recorded the conflict, not so much a conflict as a normal soldier, a one-sided beating of the other numb.

The clash was interrupted by the sound of enemy gunfire, followed by a night of uneasy vigilance.

Then the third day.

I don't know why, almost all the soldiers didn't want to leave here, the only one who was awake watched his comrade's temperament change drastically overnight, and fled the house desperately in fear, leaving only one man behind. A diary records all of this.

The escaped soldier is nowhere to be found.

While cleaning up buildings and rescuing survivors as the battle lines progressed, the accompanying doctor discovered this eerie house and got the diary that recorded some creepy changes. Because it was a wartime control, in order to prevent the incident from becoming uncontrollable, the officer in charge of handling the matter pulled in artillery and sent the house to the sky.

And the group of "people" inside who are still alive for some reason, but can't be called human at all in terms of mental state. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

But the problem has not been completely solved.

Similar incidents happened one after another in the military camp, and the law enforcers who were responsible for monitoring the out-of-control extraordinary power also stepped in to investigate but found nothing. It was like an invisible monster eating away at everyone. Sherlock happened to be passing by at that time and was invited to conduct an analysis and investigation.

But the incident disappeared completely miraculously at this time, and he could only let it go. But in the process, Sherlock got the name of a secret book from the mouths of the numb soldiers who were secretly executed, [Skin Tantra].

"That's right, it's the tantra chapter. It's the same set of ritual secrets as the tantra you know, Mr. Lynn. People in our bureau believe in luck, so I came to you to try my luck. Let's see Can this mysterious connection shed some light on me?"

Sherlock talked a lot in one breath, but he picked up the black tea a few times but didn't use it to moisten his throat, the expression of disgusting someone's craftsmanship was obvious.

"Then you may be disappointed. The [Tantray of Abundance] I've seen has disappeared, maybe it's in the hands of [Gem Society]." Lynn smelled trouble and thought that this fellow should not know much. , and wiped himself clean.

Sherlock, who was smoking a pipe, couldn't help but let out a burst of pleasant laughter.

As if to laugh at Lynn's innocence.

"Sorry, I haven't seen such...interesting words in a long time." Sherlock's mouth seemed to want to say some spicy and ironic words, but he changed it. "Mr. Lynn, there is a saying in the mysterious realm that there are no coincidences in this world, only certain inevitable results."

He squeezed his pipe, his eyes sharp and scary.

"On a small scale of time, two tantra chapters of the Shōjin Age appeared one after another and were contacted by me. It is not a coincidence, but something must have happened."