Is the Evil God Me?

Like suits, cuff studs, top hats, and walking sticks, pocket watches are the status symbol of a gentleman in this era. Unfortunately, there is no pocket watch on Lynn's body that can show off his identity anytime, anywhere, and can accurately time the time. How long tick tick has gone can only have a rough guess in the mind.

Half an hour, an hour.

Or it's been almost two hours, Lynn is waiting for Mr. Douglas to bring him a good news and a new chance to challenge. This is much more exciting and fun than the interview. If you fail, it means that you are sentenced to death. Who dares not work hard?

In the luxurious single room in the underground, he could only review the ancient language [Miaoran] over and over again, and polish the chapters he had memorized in the [Abundance Tantra].

This book was harmful to Lynn, but it also provided him with obvious physical benefits. When Lynn was sorting out in his brain, he found this ancient book with tattered skin, and the so-called sorcery he imagined. Books are a little different.

To be precise, this is a collection of stories.

They respectively tell about the deeds and knowledge of a kind of planting called "spring" more than 1K years ago, which is called the "Golden Age" in history, and the objects of sowing are not limited to the earth and mountains and rivers. Its content is so obscure that it is difficult to understand, and it is not all useful chapters, but what makes Lynn care about is that the translation and understanding of the abstract concept of "spring" fills his body and mind with strange joy.

[Spring], what is it?

It is closely related to the Extraordinary door that he unintentionally pushed. In the Extraordinary system of this world, what position is [Spring] in?

Does that unsettled client also want this [Spring]? Or the secret instrument that you copied?

The dedicated Lynn naturally forgot about the passage of time, until Mr. Douglas returned to the single-person prison, he suddenly broke free from the almost obsessive devotion and concentration.

When Lynn regained his senses, he was inexplicably frightened. The content of the [Tantray of Abundance] was like a wriggling chain that spread out, inadvertently grabbing his trembling brain to squeeze the thoughts in his brain. There was a trace of confusion in Cui Bi's eyes, and while exaggerating her memory to her convenience, she seemed to be accompanied by hidden troubles.

"Little gentleman, let's go and get out of this hellish place."

Douglas didn't notice Lynn's stunned expression, and the smug-looking Mr. Detective just slightly urged the boy who subconsciously bowed to greet him.

"Are you going to arraign me?" Lynn noticed that there was another person standing outside the door, trying in vain to stir up the air under his nose.

This man's clothes are completely different from the Elba Field police uniform.

Lynn couldn't help licking his lips that were dry due to lack of water. The meaning of different clothes made him quickly enter a state of slight excitement, as if he had been preparing for an exam or an interview for a long time.

"That's right, they were very interested in what you described and directly borrowed an office in the bureau." Douglas seemed more confident than Lynn.

"Excuse me, please guide me." Only after noticing the abnormal pleasure of the good-hearted detective, Lynn nodded.

"Hahaha, this is what I should do."

With Mr. Douglas leading the way, Lynn slowly came out of the one-person prison. He looked back subconsciously. Although he didn't stay for twenty-four hours, it was the most frightening and frightening place in his life so far. Lynn felt that he would never forget how hard he was trying to survive at the moment. Brainstorming.

The young man outside the door was wearing a white shirt with no pattern, a small solid-color slim-fit vest, and a big top hat on his head. But what caught Lynn's attention the most was that he wore a pair of silk gloves, but he didn't have much of a gentleman, and his squinting smiling face was more like a sly fox.

Is he opening his eyes to look at himself?

There should be some. Lynn looked at this smiling young man for some reason, and his heart slowed for no reason.

The dirty air of the underground prison was not suitable for conversation. The young man did not intend to talk to Lynn, so he reached out and pressed his top hat and followed behind Lynn. Detective Mr. Douglas took them up like this. After turning two stairs, the freshness of the air rose by two grades, and he had already left the farm and livestock pen in Lynn's mind.

'Praise the fresh air! I don't want to go back there anymore! ’

A somewhat unexpected, but reasonable person is waiting nearby.

Detective Anthony, this gentleman with a beautiful mustache was pacing back and forth with a handkerchief, and when he saw the three of them, he immediately stood still, like a nail being smashed into the floor .

"Thank you, Mr. Anthony, for cooperating with us. Regarding the paperwork, I will have someone send it over immediately when I go back. What do you think of the completion of the paperwork?"

The young man said this with a smile. Although he was smiling, he gave off the hairy feeling of a fox turned into a poisonous snake.

"It's my job and mission to be able to help, so I won't bother with the paperwork..." Anthony said hesitantly, not wanting to agree to the invitation.

Lin En smelled the confrontation and subconsciously used his brain.

This Mr. Anthony made a fool of himself. Although UU Reading www.uukanshu.com document docking will leave records, the mid-spring and autumn brushwork of records between different departments is also a very important means of shirk responsibility. How to write a report, the leader who wrote it can't tell who is to blame, but it is a knowledge.

If you reject an important document in a matter, isn't that giving the initiative to someone else?

"Oh? The working atmosphere in Elba Field is really enviable. Sometimes we don't want to write a word of trivial matters, but we still have to pick up the pen. What do you think? Detective Douglas."

Seeing this, the young man could only turn his head to look at Douglas with a little embarrassment.

"Then let me do it for you." Douglas took the hilt of the knife.

"Ah this, Mr. Bill...!"

Detective Anthony reacted suddenly and hurriedly called out the young man's name, but Bill didn't hear the same smile and walked forward.

When passing by Detective Anthony, who had begun to seep a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, he remembered that Lynn, a teenager who was almost in danger of being a prisoner in the middle of the night, smiled at him, imitating Bill's smile and told Anthony, in this world it's not just compassion that can bring fear to others, but a smile too.

After that, Lynn's pupils, who followed behind Squint Bill, shrank slightly.

This is a gentleman who is not easy to fool.

Just after he said a few words, he dug a hole for Anthony. In anxiety, Anthony jumped down without thinking much. Afterwards, he realized that he had been buried by Douglas. Putting himself in his shoes, if he was under tension, Lynn couldn't guarantee that he could avoid this simple and effective trap.

'Wait a while, I'm going to try to convince such a person to make him believe that I can take the blame and make merit? ’

Lynn sighed inwardly.