Is the Evil God Me?

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When you are enjoying a good time, suddenly a cockroach flies over, which is probably Mr. Lynn's mood at this moment.

Sherlock is the American cockroach.

"Tsk..."

It's not hard to see from this smacking voice that Lynn's good mood one morning was ruined by nearly half, and the movement of Sherlock, who was waving happily over there, came over and ruined the other half of his good mood.

Sherlock, who could not be called an enemy and was barely considered a collaborator, leaned over, and it was not easy for Lynn to continue his Sima face. With excellent expression management, he almost completed the change of face in two seconds, and an impeccable gentleman smiled and greeted him warmly.

The head maid, who witnessed the whole process, almost bit her tongue.

She swears that Lynn's face just now was the same as kneading dough.

"My friend, Sherlock, I've seen you a long time ago. How is this place, do you feel the beautiful natural scenery?" Lynn took a step forward and held the hand of the big detective. His enthusiasm was the same as that of the current one. As sincere as the sun.

"Lynn, I don't know how to express my happiness."

Sherlock directly gave Lynn a big hug. His deliberate action immediately made the lady behind him react. The inorganic eyes without much emotion were plucked from Mr. Xiao's scalp. He really felt it. The terrifying feeling of being scratched by a sharp blade.

The woman named Aurora Watson quickly withdrew her penetrating gaze.

Lynn's heart was beating faster, and that woman was definitely an assassination Beyonder, otherwise he wouldn't have given him such a strong sense of threat. The intuitive feeling in the sequence is similar, either Sequence 8 or Sequence 7, what is Sherlock? Come to **** luck to deceive such a beautiful and powerful lady by her side?

A certain gentleman who is also handsome and powerful, and there are many ladies around him shamelessly complained in his heart.

"You have plenty of pomp."

Sherlock glanced at the maids who were traveling on Lynn's side, and seemed to be speaking in an envious tone, completely treating Lynn as his friend.

"Cough." Aurora coughed suddenly.

Immediately, Sherlock became a lot more serious, and his eyes turned back to Lynn and continued.

"Let's walk together, I don't think you will refuse."

"Of course, I'm not a lawbreaker. I'm afraid of Mr. Sherlock, the famous detective. Your latest case in the Mirror impresses me. You overturned the whole case with just a drop of blood, which is admirable. "Lin En is as good as he is, and since he can't avoid it, he must actively deal with it, at least understand what this great detective is doing, whether it is for himself.

Lynn, who has been paranoid, always feels: Sherlock wants to kill me.

The two gentlemen strolled among the lively crowd, and the beauties behind them gathered themselves together. Both of them had good looks, which perfectly fit the definition of a gentleman and handsomeness in this era, and naturally attracted a lot of attention.

It's like a model outing.

If you can ignore the content of the lowly conversation between the two, everything is very harmonious.

"Can I send an idler away like last time? To be stared at by so many people with you is too exaggerated for someone like me who was born humble." You should be a little proactive, otherwise you will be led by the nose.

"Oh, don't embarrass me like a soul hunter, if I can be by your side and successfully make so many people ignore us, and there won't be any memory errors, then I don't need to do it in the [Fate Weaving Bureau]. So hard work."

Sherlock said he couldn't do it.

At the same time, I commented that most of the elf bows and arrows here are inferior products, and they dare to sell them without even putting down the bowstring. The real elf will definitely hang these merchants and hawkers on the highest branch of the oak tree when they see it.

"Then why did you come to North Wind Town? Did you have the inspiration to write a new script? Do you need me to make a cameo?" Lynn continued to test, and pointed out that the elves were not barbarians and would paint on their bodies. Business-destroying face.

In the face of these two plague gods, the merchants and hawkers can only dare to be angry and dare not speak.

"Don't think of me as a workaholic." Sherlock was a little speechless at Lynn's vigilance, obviously their beginning was so beautiful.

"Oh?"

Lynn looks like you're a liar.

"I'm here to hunt." Sherlock said sternly, he flashed his cane and the revolver around his waist.

"Where is the territory of the Holmes family, I'll visit the next day." This is to ridicule Sherlock that he is not a noble or a wealthy businessman at all. He must have other purposes for coming here to participate in the autumn hunt.

"My prey is often unique. They are numerous, some are cunning, some are savage, some are brutal, some are ugly, some make people want to track them down, and some are..." Sherlock looked at the shop that sold guns and ammunition openly. The glass showcase seemed to like a rifle named Makita~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then stared at Lynn slightly sideways. "...Let me have a sense of excitement for my opponent. After all, being a hunter for a long time will inevitably lead to loneliness. I always want someone to have a good time with me."

'What are you looking at me for? ’

Lynn thought Sherlock was here to hunt.

A chill surged up, and he felt that Sherlock was similar to himself. In the past, Lynn was also a person who was a little obsessed with winning and losing. He enjoyed the intracranial climax brought about by the game of winning and losing. At that time, he used this desire to win as his motivation to work in the [Suppression Bureau].

But in the case of Xiacheng, being suspended and being investigated made Lynn understand the world rationally. Personal victory and defeat are no longer as important as before, and he has goals more worth fighting for.

Sherlock is a genius, even more genius than a cheating genius like himself, but such a genius is still an Extraordinary. If it goes on like this for a long time, maybe it will burn out in an extremely splendid way. is a sadness.

However, Lynn did not affect his reason. Compassion is the most extravagant feeling. When a person has compassion for another person, it is difficult to deal with others with an equal and rational attitude.

"Sherlock, do you know why the human eye is sensitive to shades of green?"

Lynn took aim at a crossbow. Compared with guns, he had a soft spot for this cold weapon that should be retro in his memory. Before crossing, Lynn often found time to go to the archery hall to play, but his results were poor.

"You mean a sense of crisis?"

Sherlock was very smart and thought of the answer almost instantly.

The human eye is the most sensitive to green shades, because in the evolution of Homo erectus, they often faced hunters hidden by green leaves. If they were not sensitive to this, they would have been eliminated long ago.

"Yes, you are hunting, and your prey and hunter status will be reversed at any time."