Is the Evil God Me?

"How about it?"

After Sherlock finished fiddling with Antoine, he came to Lynn around blood and some obvious folds. At this moment, the little gentleman is moving in a weird and rude squat in an Asian squatting posture. He observes carefully and earnestly, even a layman can feel the same.

When Lin En was extremely focused and serious, his delicacy completely subsided. He was like an unsheathed bayonet, pointing in a direction that could make one's breath involuntarily become tense.

"Not bad, there is a little discovery, but it's just a guess."

"Communicate?"

Sherlock was talking to Lynn, but his eyes were on Antoine. This small town law enforcer immediately understood, stood aside and took out a small notebook to take notes. This note will determine whether he can successfully obtain the merits later. He must not be able to swallow this merit alone. Someone had to say hello when reporting, but that was enough for Antoine.

As long as he can catch this feat, then he will be able to stand out and even become famous.

As for later...

Antoine looked at the two gentlemen who were attentive in front of him. Although their calm demeanor seemed to ignore their existence, the atmosphere of the conversation was extraordinarily comfortable. Suddenly, Antoine's heart moved. He remembered the envy he had looked at these two big city gentlemen before, and a sense of broadening his horizons came to him.

He, Antoine, wanted to be such a respectable gentleman, he wanted to go to the big city, even from scratch!

Lynn and Sherlock didn't know that their temperament made one feel envious and chasing, and the two communicated about their discovery in the tent.

"I don't think Mr. Leonardo grabbed the girl's hair. I just confirmed two things by reconstructing the scene. One is the collapse of these desks and chairs. They should not have been knocked down. The lower posture is more like being overturned continuously, that is, someone intentionally overturned these tables and chairs, unless there are two mad cows trampling on them, otherwise I think some of them will just be knocked crooked, and they will not be overturned."

Sherlock took out the hair he picked up from the ground, the long hair of a woman, but the hair quality was obviously not good.

"look."

Lynn squinted for a moment, knowing what he wanted to say.

"All fell off naturally, and some were still cut off."

The biggest difference between naturally shed hair and pulled hair is whether or not hair follicles will follow. This kind of little knowledge is actually very easy to ignore for people who often lose their hair, especially women or programmers.

"Obviously these were prepared in advance." Lynn was not surprised and accomplished much, because he knew from the beginning that this was a game.

In order to prepare for the testimony, after all, in the description, it is very reasonable and practical for a man to take advantage of his physique to beat a woman and grab the other's hair. However, if she has a physique like Mrs. Cynthia's, it's hard to say who beats who. It is estimated that three teeth will fly out when one slaps the other.

"Yes, this way you can directly remove some people's eyewitness testimony, at least Leonardo didn't grab the girl's hair."

Sherlock handed the hair to Antoine, who immediately took it carefully.

It's not his hair, it's his lifeblood.

"And you?"

"Me? Interestingly, I don't think Leonardo stabbed Aya, she may have scratched herself." Lynn first threw out a violent remark, which he felt very big after observing the blood. a possibility.

Lynn pointed to the unobstructed spray of blood and wrote lightly.

"Look at these jet-like bloodstains, I can guarantee that Aya's arteries must have been injured when he was in the knife, and the sprays were at least 3 meters away. I could find bloodstains in front of the bed. Then there were dripping bloodstains. , it can be seen that most of these dripping bloodstains are close to stationary dripping, while a small part of the line is the directional dripping bloodstain caused by movement."

Sherlock struggled to understand Lynn's description. Although he also studied bloodstains, Mr. Detective did not have a systematic generalization.

Plus it was hard for him to imagine how Lynn could tell different types from the messy bloodstains.

Actually Lynn is cheating a bit here.

The blood agitation specially specialized in his [Doomsday Bloodline] has a very high sensitivity to blood. These blood that have lost their spirituality are as conspicuous as a stinking corpse in Lynn's eyes. Therefore, Sherlock seemed to be a contaminated site, and Lynn could barely discern it.

As long as this place is not specially washed, Lynn can play the role of a blood-sniffing hound, and even if it is washed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he can still vaguely recognize the traces. However, if the chemical reagents are flushed, then it is estimated that the current Lynn will not be able to do it. Blood agitation is not a panacea, it should act on the living body.

Lynn gestured with his hand on the edge of the bloodstain, and he gave a mysterious smile.

"I think our Mr. Leonardo should have thought about helping her to stop the bleeding. These two bloodstains are splattered. That is to say, something stained with bloodstains was splashed out during the swaying."

Sherlock looked at the two left and right sputtering bloodstains. He compared the distance with many decorations in the tent, and immediately understood in his heart.

It's too far to match, and it just matches his observations.

The study of bloodstains is also the direction Sherlock is exploring. Through the comparison of various crime scenes and files, Sherlock himself has roughly summed up a set of general types of bloodstains, and he has always been very proud of this. , that no one can compare to himself.

As a genius, there is always some arrogance and excellence. Sherlock is indeed ahead of everyone on the premise that the police system has not yet been formed.

But it can't stand that Lynn is a wall hanging from history.

The type of bloodstain, the angle of its sway, its size, the force with which it is applied, and how it reacts with different substances, all of which Lynn dabbled in for interest. In addition, his body, whether it is progress, coordination, or six senses, is developing in a non-human direction. It is not too much pressure to be a simple human body mapping machine in this era. Science is not dusty in this world, and religion is not. There is no sprouting that binds the mind.

Sherlock sensed from Lynn's analysis of the bloodstains that he had more and more comprehensive content.

Mr. Detective has begun to think about how to drain Lynn.