Is the Evil God Me?

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"Are you all right? Merdis, why is your face so red?"

Lynn supported the head maid, thinking about Sherlock just now and his old ass. He swore that when he died in the future, he would delete this memory so that no one else would know that Lynn Moriarty had such a perverted association.

"I……"

Meredith looked at the little gentleman with big watery eyes, with a look of hesitating to speak, and then rubbed his thin body without leaving a trace.

"I'm waiting for your return, Mr. Lynn."

"Are you really all right?"

Lynn felt that today's head maid seemed strange. He covered Merdis's clean forehead with a warm hand, and his body temperature felt a little hot, but it was still within the normal range. Even though Emiste had told him not to touch the head maid recently after getting up early in the morning, according to his understanding, this kind of touch should be fine now.

"It's okay, if you have nothing else to do, just go back with the next convoy. Yesterday, Mrs. Cynthia stocked up all our meat for..." The head maid trembled, and greedily rubbed against Lynn's. Hand, seems to be thinking about what words to use to describe the almost direct efficiency of the female warrior.

"Robbery."

Lynn gave an accurate adjective. The female troll from last night could pile up a cart of meat for barbecue. Drinking was as relaxing and comfortable as drinking water, and she directly emptied the countess' reserves.

This is not difficult to understand, after all, reserves for humans and reserves for orcs are completely different concepts.

The little gentleman also understands how her tendon flesh that is poured with steel came from. That kind of gluttonous amount of gluttony, if you don't become a fat person, you will become a bodybuilding champion. If Mrs. Cynthia didn't continue to pat her on the shoulder, and even said that she would make a hole in the land under her seat, Lynn felt that she was quite bold from the perspective of an Extraordinary.

Meredith was amused by Lynn's precise description, and she felt that it was indeed a ransom. But Mrs. Cynthia and Mrs. Amiste are old friends, and this kind of looting is more like a joke between old friends. And the head maid felt that the countess had too few friends in the world. They were not partners of interests, but pure friendship.

There was something to do, and we communicated. The head maid's red face quickly returned to its usual whiteness. She gathered up her messy hair, and the capable head maid quickly pushed Lin En to tidy up and prepare to return to town. a trip.

Lynn is also going back to town.

He's looking for Atari.

If Sherlock is looking for something, then the lady in wheelchair who has been in contact with him should have clues, especially the clues he has in his hands. Lynn thinks Sherlock, the riddler, can also think of this level.

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"Sherlock Holmes is hinting at you?"

North Wind Town, Ocean Pavilion.

After hearing Lynn delete the description of her old butt, the girl with heterochromatic pupils who was holding the pseudo-elf epic study showed a very subtle expression, don't bully her as a fool, from Lynn's vague words She could definitely guess what nasty things Sherlock must have done.

"So, do you have any clues?"

Lynn cheekily ignored Miss Atari's disgusting little eyes, and hugged her shoulders affectionately, she just twisted a little uncomfortable, and let him do it. At least until she understood her complicated situation, she didn't intend to refuse Lynn's rude approach.

Of course, it's okay to kiss, she hasn't been able to calmly recall that moment.

"If you're talking about negligence, I do know of an embarrassing case of Sherlock Holmes." Attaly's usual hobby is reading books, her secondary hobby is reading newspapers, and again, watching movies and dramas , so she actually heard a lot of rumors.

"Let's hear it." When Lynn heard Sherlock's embarrassment, he felt that it was worth running back. He swore that he would find a chance to laugh at him when he knew that Sherlock was embarrassed.

"The Emerald Valley train murder case, Sherlock should not have entered the [Life Weaving Bureau] and was not affiliated with the relevant departments of the [Steam City]. He and his superiors were responsible for this interesting case... A noble deceased and a variety of The murder weapon and flawless testimony, Sherlock, who was in charge of the investigation at that time, was ordered by his superiors to give up his further investigation under the pressure of public opinion. It was judged to be interference of unknown influence in the astral world, and the cause of death was suicide."

"I smelled the shady scene and blood feud." Lynn was a little thoughtful.

He didn't expect Sherlock to have a similar experience with himself.

He was forced to give up his duties due to various reasons, but he was very lucky~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to achieve his own standard with an alternative brain. Sherlock was obviously not so lucky. He was ordered to abandon the investigation by force, which was a fatal blow to a genius who had almost solved the puzzle and was just one step away from it.

In fact, this is true. This fledgling genius was ruthlessly suppressed and refrigerated because of the disobedience on the spot.

After a brief silence, Sherlock was suddenly transferred by the [Fate Weaving Bureau].

Later, according to people who knew him, Sherlock's behavior changed after entering the [Fate Weaving Game]. He became rational and ruthless, able to capture the mission goals and make beautiful trade-offs, just like a chess player. Like the player, the pieces in the hand can be exchanged for the final purpose.

However, Sherlock obviously didn't change a bit, or his nature was exposed more recklessly.

That is, he is more obsessed with finding the truth and completing the task.

"Shadows and blood feuds are irrelevant. The most important thing is that in that case, because the in-depth investigation was abandoned, an out-of-control Beyonder slipped away."

"I guess I found the heart disease of this great detective, the first time in my life to perform a mission, the first time in my life to be close to success, the first time in my life to enjoy the joy of hunting, but it was all ruined by the **** public pressure... You continue, I just feel it, you know mine."

Lynn couldn't help but started the mouth-to-mouth mode with a little resentment, but seeing Atari's sharp eyes, he quickly sneered and stopped interrupting her.

"That out-of-control Beyonder was once a Sequence 7, proficient in change. He was out of control in an in-depth exploration of the astral world. People sealed his name to avoid secondary pollution. He was called the plastic demon. After the astral world got out of control , he acquired a very strange ability to change, able to transform himself into a tool, and constantly reshape the spirit child model."