Is the Evil God Me?

Lynn actually likes the feeling when the brain is overloaded. With any information at his fingertips, he can gain insight into the interests and the emotions of others in the blink of an eye.

In that state, Lynn's desire to win or lose is infinitely high.

This is the second time that Mr. Little has entered overload. The last time he won everyone's applause with his excellent speculation in the conference room. This time, Lynn believes that he can still convince Yefne and Bill. He wants to prove that even if he has not yet become a Beyonder, he is still a significant member of the [Lamp Holder], and he is qualified to sit beside the team leader of the three teams.

Seven suspects.

Their words and deeds, facial expressions, body language, tone of voice, were all listed on the white ceiling by Lynn lying on the sofa like a small window.

Before crossing, Lynn had watched a movie called [The Queen's Chess Game].

It tells the story that a drug-addicted girl can use her brain to simulate a chess game on the ceiling, which Lynn once thought was an impossible mental illusion. But now that Lynn was initially controlling Super Memory and extracting images, he had to admit that he had done more than that drug-addicting girl.

Lynn just stared at the ceiling and lay in a daze.

Cuibi's eyes trembled violently from time to time, feeling the graceful aura of the Black Holy Grail sitting beside her, and conducted a comparative analysis one by one.

Until Bill and Yefne pushed open the door.

"Are you okay?" Bill asked while looking at Lynn, who was lying dead.

Yefne also frowned slightly with concern, and both of them agreed to ignore Lynn's rude behavior. The people they were questioning were exhausted, and the one who really observed was the one in the room. Lynn was definitely more tired than them, not to mention that Lynn was only half a Sequence 9.

"let us start."

Lynn turned over from the sofa and sat up. The basic situation is that he has almost recovered.

It's more interesting than he imagined.

Hearing Lynn say that, Yefne and Bill both sat down comfortably. From Lynn's shining eyes, they all recalled the look in the conference room that conquered everyone with one minute of thinking. Listening to the conjecture of the confident young man was an audio-visual feast.

"Three of the seven had questions. They were Mr. Willie, Ms. Ziegler, and Mr. Quentin. When you asked, the expressions on their faces told me they had a different approach to this matter than the others. mood."

"How did you see it?"

Bill was puzzled. The answers of these seven people at various stages seemed to have no problems.

Lynn didn't answer in a hurry, but pointed to the cup and teapot on the table.

"Pour a glass of water, and I'll ask you to answer. Remember, the first answer tells the truth, and the second answer lies."

Bill was a little confused and did as he did. He just picked up the teapot and cup and started pouring water when Lynn suddenly asked a question.

"Do you remember what you had for breakfast today?"

"Sandwiches, cod and smoked ham," Bill replied subconsciously, pouring water on his hands.

"What about lunch?"

"Cold beef, herring pie, white bread, and a cup of hot tea." Bill answered fluently, but his pouring water stopped unknowingly.

Yefni's eyes lit up who watched this scene, and Lynn put her hand on the teapot, letting the water inside continue to fill the cup in Bill's hand. The handsome young man's smiling expression made Bill, a smart man, immediately understand where his flaws were, but this method sounded too unheard of, even more outrageous than some professions that perceive emotions.

"Try again?" Mr. Squint was interested.

"You think of something you like or dislike in your mind, and then I guess which." Lynn accepted Bill's invitation.

Bill was obviously a lot more serious this time. He quickly found out how to deal with it. His expression was tense, and his smiling expression seemed to freeze. In a very brief moment, about a fifth of a second, the cheek muscles on Bill's face twitched upward, deepening the lines on the sides of his upper lip a little.

"That thing must be very annoying to you. In addition to disgust, I also saw killing intent."

Lynn answered confidently immediately.

After being silent for a few seconds, Bill nodded to admit that Lynn was right.

"How did you see it? Extraordinary power? A single [spring] sexual response should only be basic to please." Ye Funi was very curious, she was like the little girl she had encountered when she first came into contact with Extraordinary, Wei Lan Eyes intently longing for answers from Lynn.

"expression?"

Bill vaguely guessed the basis of Lynn's lie detection, but he had just controlled his expression.

"That's right, it's an expression. It's not a common expression, but an instinctive micro-expression, which can't be hidden. In addition to expressions, there are actions, such as clenching a fist, swallowing, and pursing your mouth. An action, an expression, may It just exposes his true thoughts." Lynn rubbed his temples, thinking and analyzing for a long time made him a little tired, but he had to convince his colleagues to believe this statement.

Yefne and Bill fell silent.

This kind of theory that surpasses the times is actually a super-advancement of observation. It's a little hard for them to accept, but after all, they are people who deal with all kinds of mysterious dangers, no matter how outrageous things are, Lynn's basic rhetoric won their approval.

Seeing that the expressions of the two of them were relaxed, Lin En couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

As long as they believe it, it's fine to say.

Lynn doesn't need his own judgment as evidence for the trial. After he identifies the object, as long as he stares at the other party for investigation, that pervert will reveal his fault sooner or later!

"Mr. Willie~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He asked 'what do you think of the victim' when you asked him, his expression was the same as Bill you just now, disgust and anger, and more than. But in the background of Mr. Willie, he The dead wife used to be a senior at a prom club... um, dancer. He shouldn't be so angry about the profession, which could be a failure or someone who ruined the raw material for his perverted work."

"Ms Ziegler, she's a little weird, you can see the sympathy on her face when she mentions the victim. But when you ask 'whether other colleagues are suspect', she clenched uncomfortably. She put her hands up, then her eye base changed when she answered, she never looked away from you, her answer was 'I don't know anything', she's lying, people who lie tend to stare at one place without blinking, this thing She must know something."

"Mr. Quentin, his eyes drifted many times, which is a sign of a guilty conscience. Every time you drifted when you asked about the garbage mountain, and the data also recorded that he was kind-hearted and went to the free clinic many times in Xiacheng District. I don't know much. Determine whether he is doing this because of this matter, in short, it is right to be suspected."

"Fortunately, these three people are very stable in my observation, and they don't show any signs of hysterical madness at all."

Lynn accurately described the state of the three at the time, and Bill and Yefne quickly found a comparison from their respective memories. While amazed at Lynn's amazing memory, they couldn't help but deepen their trust in his statement. score.

Seven to four, leaving three.

Who among these three would be the pervert?

Yefne and Bill subconsciously turned their inquiring gazes to Lynn, and Lynn endured the gaze of his colleagues, and the sense of accomplishment of winning others' approval filled his chest.