Is the Evil God Me?

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Lynn is now on vacation, and he has a B number in his heart. His vacation is actually to let him stop, don't continue to cause trouble. As an emotionless migrant worker, he knows where his limits lie, and he is half interested in the voluntary labor in front of him and half a matter of interest.

But why did Sherlock find himself?

He was very curious.

It can't be said that his body was shocked and the air of the king leaked out, which attracted the great detective Sherlock to bow, saying that this matter must be his. Lin En has some slight expectations in his heart. To be honest, if he can have the aura of Long Aotian and give the detective a wisdom, then he will be very happy.

"Of course it's your status as an official member of the [Suppression Bureau]." Sherlock took a puff of cigarettes. His tobacco was mixed with various types, and it was refreshing to improve his mind.

"You want to use Stim's sword to kill the officials of Northwind Town?" Lynn always felt that this didn't seem very good.

"..."

It is very rare that Sherlock's brain has crashed. Lynn's translation of Xin Yada has made him use a lot of energy, and he can't explain the interesting point of this sentence. Mr. Detective grinned, then laughed dryly, and second-hand smoke kept spewing out of his mouth.

After a while, he patted his chest and waved his hands.

"Your identity is from the second regulation and the fifth supplementary subsection of the [Suppression Bureau]. In an emergency, members of the higher-level administrative unit can automatically connect with the next-level unit to participate in extraordinary infringement work, and the calculation of merit is calculated by the local self settlement..."

"Wait a minute, why didn't I know there was such a clause?" Lynn interrupted Sherlock. Although the regulations in the bureau were like old lady's footbands, smelly and long, when he was doing the paperwork, he wanted to I can play like a duck in the water in the rules, but I wrote down all the rules in the bureau. Is Sherlock fooling him?

"Your level is not enough, and you don't know the supplementary terms. Although we [Fate Weaving Bureau] are parallel to you, we serve the real ruler and know the special regulations of the law enforcers in dealing with emergencies." Sherlock said this. It's not a lie, in order to deal with the possible disaster from the astral world, the Beyonders of this world are all one in a big frame.

Especially in the astral bases, there is basically no distinction between nationalities and nationalities. It's just that with the enhancement of human power, this kind of mutual watch treaty to deal with disasters from the astral world has gradually disappeared.

This is especially true after experiencing such continental events as ordinary people's fear of the Extraordinary and the awakening of national consciousness. [Suppression Bureau] In order to show their strong law enforcement status, they directly concealed these regulations and turned them into matters that require a certain level to be consulted.

"Okay..." The little gentleman looked at Sherlock's expression and motioned him to continue without scrutinizing any signs of lying.

"As long as you use the regulations skillfully, you can intervene in most extraordinary-related events, and we can conduct investigations more rationally, so as not to conflict with local law enforcers and let the plastic demons perceive something wrong. Opt for a covert escape, it slipped away like that once before, and I won't give it a second chance."

"Makes sense, I think about it."

Lynn was persuaded by Sherlock that it was not unacceptable to assist him reasonably. After all, the existence of the Demon Shaper was the basis for cooperation.

But think about it.

You, a law enforcer from Stim, intervened in the local work of Northwind Town, which is actually a bit of a breach of the rules. Even in the same department, colleagues are quite taboo. The job that belongs to oneself is taken away by others, and it is easy to be hated by others.

The grudge of this place was nothing to Lynn.

It is too far away from his old nest [Steam Land], and there is no impact on subsequent interests.

Lin En can leave with a pat on the butt. At this time, if you don't make good use of your own advantages, isn't it a waste? Besides, even if you cross the line, as long as you don't take credit, people will talk about it, and you won't really hold grudges all the time. In this way, the status of a full member of the [Suppression Bureau] can indeed be used for operations.

but……

The little gentleman glanced at Sherlock who was smoking a pipe. His intuition told him that Sherlock had already thought about this day when Qiu Shou saw him, and he was always a little uncomfortable.

"Before I say that the cooperation is pleasant, I have one thing that is very curious, and I need your answer." Lynn said thoughtfully.

"It's important to ask the right questions in our business, please."

"What the **** is going on with Six Candy, does it mean [MI6]?"

When the two met for the first time, Sherlock mentioned the secret language of six sugars twice in response to the topic of Lynn's father. Afterwards, Lynn got a hint from the military brandy, so he doubted whether Sherlock knew something about the disappearance of his parents.

The big detective took a strong sigh of the cigarette, and his bright and sharp eyes were separated by a layer of faint smoke~www.wuxiamtl.com~, which is still able to make anyone who hides his emotions feel a lot of pressure.

"Well, that's a good question."

Sherlock exhaled and continued.

"Haven't you already found the answer, just verify it with me now. My answer is that your father is a qualified father, but his work is not necessarily qualified, especially for those gentlemen who like to put six candies in the eyes."

"So he was dealt with?"

Lynn's voice was still calm, but a strong killing intent could not be suppressed in his heart.

"Perhaps, I just know that your father disappeared to protect you. His popularity is good, so after he disappeared, you were so comfortable that you were not disturbed by anyone. In fact, if it wasn't for your father's disappearance, you When you lived on Squirrel Street, someone came to help you."

"Give me a name." Lynn's affinity, Sherlock, understood what this sentence meant.

"Well, it's impossible, it's beyond the limits of what I can help."

Mr. Detective shook his head. Although he had a cooperative relationship with MI6, he didn't want to get involved in other people's family affairs.

"Make a price. Everyone has their own price. I am now the spokesperson of the Russell family, Albion. There is nothing that the Russell family can't buy." Lynn did not hesitate to move out his biggest backer.

Sherlock paused when he heard the Russell family.

"Okay... Maybe I should admit that your female predestined relationship is very good. But I can only provide a name when you reach Sequence 5, or of course that name may be fake, because those gentlemen are like faceless people, You don't know which name is the real one. Before Sequence 6, I wouldn't reveal even a single syllable for each other's safety."