Is the Evil God Me?

This is really...

For a while, Lynn couldn't think of any words to describe his mood more appropriately, and he felt that he and Sherlock were busy with those things, like they were farting. Emiste came up to order people to set up a set, and then the well-trained maids shot accurately and ended the battle. The whole process was simply outrageous.

This is also related to the fact that the plastic demon does not take those ordinary people in the eyes.

Vampires don't have any respect for the bread they eat.

Facts have proved that ordinary people who have been trained, a person's shortcomings and weaknesses when shooting can be repaired by teammates. And a group of people with tacit understanding and good shooting skills, as well as tactical actions on the battlefield, and a person with a gun are completely different concepts.

The plastic demon has been using the old thinking to face the ever-changing world, no matter how cunning it is, it will suffer a lot, especially when facing the food it despises.

"I think the plastic demon will die if it is dragged for a while."

Sherlock suddenly said this, and he accepted the truth faster than Lynn. After all, that is the famous Earl Russell. No rational and intelligent person would consider her to be a vase. Anyone who thinks so and tries to kiss her will basically become fertilizer for the rose's feet.

"It's okay, she's about to lose her temper."

Lynn has been observing the countess's expression from a distance, the countess with cold brows is like a rose showing the thorns underneath, making other people's skin bleed, and a pair of beautiful eyes, as a beautiful mature woman has a lot of people. The suffocating aura that did not dare to look at each other was as if the dragon had opened its eyes.

Her anger was rapidly diminishing, and it was probably gone, and she noticed Lynn's little platinum-blond head, and she didn't want to leave her face as a cruel woman in her lover's heart.

In short, after dragging the rough-skinned monster, the thick-skinned monster, for a few laps, the countess who threw the whip snorted and dismounted. She is so beautiful that people want to conquer her at first sight, as if the female hormones on her body are blooming to the extreme.

Then the countess instructed the waiting head maid to leave the plastic demon to the little man to deal with. She grabbed her loose hair and gave Lynn an inexplicable wink and turned to go to bathe and change. .

What a great helper!

Lin En was a little distracted by this charming look, but the important thing at the moment is that the two parts of the plastic demon must be properly handled, and the boiled duck must not be slapped in the face. Sherlock was already eager to try it out. After seeing Watson's exquisite methods of cooking prey, the detective felt that he still needed to learn from his partner in this regard.

Sherlock's ability to learn has always been excellent.

The law enforcers in the camp were also very happy about the fact that the monster was caught. The monster was caught on their territory, and they must have come to write the report. Then it is not difficult to find that in the future report, the proportion of credit for Sherlock and Lynn will definitely be greatly downplayed, emphasizing the bravery and fearlessness of the local law enforcement officers, and the fearless spirit in the face of plastic monsters.

Sometimes, people who can speak beautiful words will be more appreciated than those who can do the facts, and only those who have both can achieve the so-called prosperity.

Lynn looked at the enthusiasm and came to help, and even the local law enforcement officers who were asking for help, but he was very happy to hand over the rest to them, and said that he would mention a few good words in the post-debriefing, as a role model. Small compensation for one's own meddling in local affairs.

After a chat, many things were agreed upon.

Many people are more pleasant to Lin En, who is very good-looking. They can't help but sigh in their hearts, this is the city people, the law enforcers from the big cities are not only good, but they even speak so nicely.

As for Sherlock, he doesn't care about merit.

The way the detective handled was extremely rude. He pointed at Lynn, as if he was referring to his secretary or housekeeper, and bluntly said that what he said meant what he wanted to say, and then happily flirted with the two plastic demons. Split up. This is his big day. He would rather stay with the plastic monsters than waste time talking to these incompetent guys.

Phantoms are treated well.

In order to avoid its death there is no bad and inhumane act of torture.

For the cage being built, the steel plate at the bottom will never corrode, and the Extraordinary surveillance on three shifts 24 hours a day will never allow it to escape from the cage by self-mutilation. After the two parts of the plastic demon were thrown together, they were mixed with each other like melted paint.

Faces continued to emerge from the body of this monster~www.wuxiaspot.com~, as if it still wanted to use a changing method to trick people into opening the cage and letting it escape.

"Where will it be sent later?"

After the chatting and wrangling, Lynn looked at this group of people who were easy to lose, and the fleshy **** with hideous faces continued to appear on his body. He held his chin and curiously asked Sherlock about the follow-up treatment of the demon plasticizer.

"There are too many murders on it, and the time can be traced back decades. It is estimated that it will be transported to the capital, and then the law enforcement department of the capital will join forces with other local representatives to conduct trial and convict."

Sherlock thought about the process, and his tone was very cheerful.

what does this mean?

The simplest thing is that the Emerald Valley train murder case needs to be retrialed, and the biggest stain in his life will be erased without any accident. This also meant that Sherlock was going to the capital for a while.

Lynn couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this.

Although it is said that the cooperation with Sherlock and even spirituality are very compatible, but the two people are naturally incompatible in some concepts, and it is destined that there is no way to say that they can get along as good friends. So Sherlock is going to stroll to the capital for a while, and Lynn is a hundred happy.

"Then I'll bless you first, Mr. Sherlock, to be able to wash away the shame of your past failures in the trial in the capital."

"Thank you for your blessing, Mr. Lynn."

Sherlock was casually polite, and his attention had been indulged in the plastic demon. When the big detective suddenly recovered from the ball of transformed flesh, Lynn had already left, which made him clapped his palms a little annoyed. He paid too much attention to the plastic demon and forgot some things.

He also wanted to ask Lynn what that thing he had gotten emotional about before, it must have been very interesting.