Is the Evil God Me?

Sherlock's name as a great detective is obviously very useful, at least much more useful than an outside law enforcer like Lynn who has no famous achievements. When he put away his credentials and badges, he blinked a little at Lynn. Lynn was in a good mood originally, but now he can only describe it with two words.

When the two sheriffs heard it was Sherlock, their eyes lit up a lot.

"I just talked to Commander Guyute, and this is the proof of his approval." Sherlock handed out another note.

Taking advantage of the time when the two sheriffs took over the inspection, Lynn lowered his voice and said softly, as if questioning Sherlock's character.

"When did you meet Commander Guynew?"

"When you were beaten by the giantess, God was on top. Please forgive me for not daring to save you, because even I can't stand her fist." Sherlock continued to use a mental attack on Lynn, and he swore that he It must not have been because he wanted to see Lynn's jokes that he deliberately avoided Le.

Sherlock was still a little envious of Mr. Moriarty's femininity.

Unlike him, there is a cold Watson next to him, who will use a knife instead of his mouth to speak at any time, as if the only purpose of the mouth that God has given her is to eat. But now that I think about it, sometimes being too popular with women is not a good thing, and Lynn's lessons are there.

General old acquaintances.

Lynn and Sherlock crossed their shoulders, and there was a hint of rivalry in each other's eyes.

"You wait to die, I'll tell Mrs. Cynthia later, you said she is a giantess." The vicious little gentleman grabbed Sherlock's vitals at once, didn't he just hurt each other, come on.

"Hey, you can't do this, there will be unforeseen tragedies." Sherlock didn't expect Lynn to be so ruthless, and his face changed, showing Mrs. Cynthia's deterrent power. "I think we should solve this problem in a gentlemanly way. I'm not talking about white gloves. Maybe I can trade my strict management of words during this period of time for your keeping secrets?"

Being able to speak so gracefully, Lynn was embarrassed to reject him.

"make a deal."

The two gentlemen habitually fought each other. After the sheriff checked the handwriting and the seal, he let go of the road without any nonsense. Lynn couldn't be angry either. Sherlock opened the way, so he went ahead and went in first. In the relieved eyes of the two sheriffs, Sherlock sniffed and quickly followed.

Leonardo's camp is not small, and there is no reference value in geographic space, the degree of clutter in this place is evident.

"Why do you keep following me and treat me as a criminal?"

Lynn didn't take two steps when he saw Sherlock walking behind him.

"Your idea is very interesting. Most people think that the detective is following him to inquire about evidence, and your idea has already demonstrated your instinctive hostility to me. This kind of thinking is generally very dangerous."

Sherlock paced slowly, but his eyes pierced at Lynn with some sharp eyes.

"Trust me, Mr. Lynn, you can't continue to struggle with the unhappiness of our past, or one day you will stand on the opposite side of me and play a game of brain power, law, morality, life and death with me, and I will not be too Unexpected. This is a sincere suggestion as a collaborator, without the slightest malice."

"I'm a law enforcement officer, be careful I sue you for defamation."

Lynn rudely showed his [Suppression Bureau] credentials and badges.

"Even the team of law enforcers can't guarantee that there are not some morally corrupt people. Didn't you suffer from this kind of loss before, do you mean that you will become the same person as them after being hit?" Sherlock looked down at the grass. He casually fiddled with some sundries on the top with his cane, his expression detached and rational.

"I'm not in a good mood today."

"Why?"

Lynn answered the detective with caring eyes for the mentally retarded, and then asked curiously.

"What about the bodyguard beside you? Where did you send her? Do you have other arrangements?"

"Watson is secretly protecting our safety. You should know who the prey I am looking for is the kind of existence that can change freely. Even when I sleep, I can't completely close my eyes." Sherlock's sharpness was as sharp as a knife , the eyes as bright as mirrors seem to be about to pull out the plastic demon immediately, scraping it from the ground inch by inch.

Although his tone didn't change, Lynn could still hear his persistence.

For this genius detective, it was an intolerable failure. The target he failed to catch when he debuted was here now, in this camp, he was waiting for this moment in his dreams.

"You mean this thing has something to do with the demon plastic?" An unexpected message made Lynn frown involuntarily~www.wuxiamtl.com~ If the demon plastic is also involved in this matter, then the whole thing It got complicated.

coincide? Deliberately arranged?

Then this is not the work of other people, but the work of law enforcement.

"Not necessarily, but from what I know about it, once it starts to die, it will definitely move. No matter how cunning the prey is, it can't hold back its instincts."

Sherlock took out his pipe from his coat, and he had to take two sips to get himself into shape.

Unconsciously, Lynn and Sherlock seemed to be a little bit of a collaborator. He noticed that some Beyonders were recording something outside the tent in front of him. That should be Leonardo's tent. It looks like they'll have to be dealt with to get inside the scene to find out.

"So, are you interested in being a detective with me? I think there is something strange about that woman's death. I have seen her, and her expression doesn't look like someone who wants to burn with a man at all. I'm sure she loves him, Because her eyes are with honey, it's a pity that I don't have more opportunities to contact her."

Sherlock didn't give Lynn time to think.

"And it likes to attack ordinary people very much. I heard that you have a very deep relationship with Count Emiste. You don't want her to live in danger, right?"

Lynn's brows furrowed, obviously some unemployed flames swelled up and hated Sherlock, but he quickly discarded this emotional thought. Although Sherlock said something ugly, it was true. This plastic monster can hide its traces so much. If Leonardo is really its hands here, it is obviously a very serious threat. It is a sensible choice to cooperate with Sherlock and find it as soon as possible.

After tracking down the plastic demon for so long, Lynn didn't believe that the detective had nothing to gain.

"Don't forget that I can solve the case too... But why are you looking for me, an unemployed person who is on vacation?"