Is the Evil God Me?

It's not a crime as long as you don't get caught.

After this sentence is translated from a more advanced era, even the torture of prisoners exudes a very civilized atmosphere of democracy, freedom and knowledge, and it can probably be equated with it. During the interrogation, the torture of a poor wretch is not a crime as long as he is not seen by surveillance.

When Lynn turned his head with a sneer, these sheriffs in the countryside made a fortune in the fish and meat village, and immediately let Mr. Worden, who was not very willing to cooperate with the work, understand what an amiable questioning is and what is a skilled and experienced one. Physical contact, what is the sour feeling of wanting to scream but not being able to make a sound.

It's very procedural and compliant.

Lynn's hand was always holding the gun, and if Worden behaved wrong here, he would be as good as a lighthouse cop without hesitating to empty the bullet.

Although it is said to observe words and expressions, breaking through the opponent's psychological defense line can leave a humane and civilized name. But obviously, in terms of efficiency, inhuman fists are better, perhaps more than one, in contact with the nose, eyes, mouth, cheeks, chest, lower abdomen, crotch, etc.

This direct and refreshing way of greeting can make people forcefully swallow the words that I really don’t know, maybe there is, and have never done, which is equivalent to nonsense and sophistry, and then weep bitterly and sincerely repent from myself. In the depths of his memory, he spoke out the things he thought he had forgotten as quickly as he vomited.

After about five minutes, Lynn, who was pinching the time, coughed lightly, and then slowly turned his head.

In this way, he naturally didn't see the sheriffs beat the criminal suspect Mr. Worden. Even if there is a one in ten thousand probability that someone will be held accountable, Lynn, who stepped on the edge of the rules, can say that he didn't see it without changing his face. He really didn't see it, maybe the sound he heard was that they were playing games?

Looking at the dark purple bruise on his face and adding a few more pieces, even a hungry tiger would cry when he looked at it with a pitiful expression. Lin En's blue eyes seemed to have eliminated other superfluous feelings, just plain and even Equal and sincere scrutiny of the flesh-and-blood polymer named Warden.

This time, Lynn just tapped the table with his fingernails.

The poor man, or rather the poor curly-haired baboon, looked at Lynn in panic, with fear in his eyes, begging for mercy, and accepting his fate, but he didn't have the hatred that ordinary baboons should have.

Lynn was moved by the pitiful gaze.

Just a few tenths of a second.

"Mr. Worden, please tell me, what's in this box? It used to be, now, it can be." Not only did Worden feel terrified, but even the sheriffs felt vaguely, from the dignified and upright sitting, the emotional Fluctuations are always strictly controlled within the realm of reason, called the pressure of city magistrates.

That is to hold the right, know how to use it, and use it to kindly train the imposing manner of the curly-haired baboons under him. In the face of situations that cannot be disobeyed or hidden, the instinct of surrender is naturally felt from the genes.

This time, Worden wisely and quickly gave the answer Lynn wanted.

"Yes, it's paint."

Due to the excessive intimate contact, the teeth were loose, the lips were closed, and the facial muscles were swollen and painful. Mr. Worden's speech was a bit funny.

If it was normal, these villains dressed in the **** of the village sheriff would definitely laugh happily, but now they only feel that in this temporary interrogation room, Lynn's slender and thin figure is carrying increasing pressure, as if It became larger and finally became the existence that supported the ceiling.

Pressure, through words and actions, is clearly poured into everyone's head.

"Very well, we're off to a good start this time. So the next question is, where did you get this paint?"

"I have no idea……"

"Oh, it seems that our Mr. Worden is still a little shy and unwilling to share his secret that he suspected of attacking me or His Excellency the Earl." Lynn shook his head lightly and in a joking tone, he prepared to Don't overdo it again.

And those villains, of course, are fierce and powerful, and they are ready to share the pressure they bear with Mr. Worden.

Worden suddenly made an astonishing decibel as if he had been raped in prison for the first time.

"No! No! Please don't! I really don't know, it suddenly appeared in my house! Mr. Lynn, I adore you so much! I adore your beauty as wheat adore the sun, Flowers worship water, I swear in the name of all righteous gods, you are the only meaning of my creation!"

Fluent Albion, so fast and earnest that no one doubts its authenticity.

Probably feeling the sincerity of Mr. Worden, Lynn turned his head slowly back. Still looking at the snot and tears with no expression, he looked like Worden, a fanatic who was abandoned by his faith, Lynn made a gesture after a brief silence~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Go down and find your superior , we're going to visit Mr. Worden's house. "

Soon, the sheriff understood what he meant and ran out.

Going to change place.

Before leaving the house, Lynn also took the time to write an on-site damage report, affixed his own stamp, and borrowed some wonderful gold pounds from Mr. Sinchazan's pocket as compensation for the damage to the door. The owner of the house who got the compensation, the great artist could only watch the battle of Lynn's grand departure with gnashing teeth.

He knew that this young man who was careful in doing things had even made up for the last bit of inappropriateness in procedures, and he didn't give anyone any chance to exploit the problem at all.

So young, so intelligent, so beloved by Earl Russell.

The great artist who still has a strong personality suddenly couldn't help thinking, whether he can make an appointment with this promising law enforcement officer in advance, maybe he will be able to write his young memoir in a few years, then of course he needs an artist to come. Polished. The kneeling artist raised his fist, but not trying to knock someone on the head.

And Mr. Lynn, who is young and promising, angry, and acting rationally, is bringing the suspect, and of course, the corpse in the sewer soon to his temporary residence where the air is leaking from all sides.

The reason he went to Beifeng Town from out of town was to gain appreciation on the autumn hunt. Appreciation was there, but the situation took a turn for the worse after a few days of sweet dreams.

Worden's fate is truly humorous.

Xin Chazan glanced at the poor man with pity, as if he was sighing over his fate.

The sheriffs were obviously not being polite to this doghouse this time. Probably influenced by the refreshing energy of Lynn kicking the door, the wolf-like thugs kicked open the thin wooden door directly, and then rushed in and started looking for it. Useful stuff from Mr Lynn.

It didn't take long for each painting and box of paint to be found.