Is the Evil God Me?

Lynn's face was a little embarrassed. He was sure that Atari heard some strange noises last night. The Beyonder's six senses are always extraordinarily sensitive.

I ignored Lynn's face as if he had been punched.

The lady in the wheelchair gave the order to push her to another side hall. Although she had no problem with the painting of the pair, if she wanted to discuss it in front of these two paintings, she would feel a little strange. This is understandable, no one wants someone to be madly throwing dog food next to them when they are busy with formal work.

And Lynn still looks so dazzling in the picture.

"I found an ancient book of poetry."

Attalie's opening line is very straightforward, as if to say, I found a loaf of bread in the kitchen. This made Lin En, who had just stopped her in front of the table, with a subtle expression that seemed to want to laugh, but involuntarily revealed a hint of doubt, wondering if the girl in front of him was a treasure hunter.

However, considering her profession as an [astrologer], it doesn't seem to be surprising.

"Tell me your wonderful story."

Lynn listened attentively, if Merdis had rested, he would definitely let her bring a plate of gingerbread and toffee tea.

"After you went out yesterday, I also went for a walk in this town." She walked around in her mouth, which should be the result of divination, and she went to some places purposefully. Saying that, Atari took out a book from the side of the wheelchair, or it was a bit like a wizard's parchment.

The rotten smell mixed with a little soil moisture made the little gentleman seriously doubt whether this thing was still buried in some grave yesterday.

"And then found this thing?" Lynn probed, the handwriting on the parchment scroll that had been rolled and cracked was extremely blurred, it was a blessing that Tully could still see it clearly.

"I met two people first, and they have something to do with you."

"Two people... I have a bad hunch. You wouldn't say Sherlock and his iceberg bodyguard?"

Atari nodded slowly, her affirmative action made Lynn's brain hurt a little, who felt that he was far away from the whirlpool. He felt that he never seemed to have escaped from a great web of silk threads called destiny. [Mouth of Sutures] I like to admire the despair of those who think they have resisted their fate and have received a completely different gift from their fate.

Lynn suddenly wanted to burn the parchment on the table, but looking at Atari's bright eyes, she extinguished the idea of ​​​​extremely resisting Charlotte, the American cockroach. After all, they were still working together in name. Is it not?

"You shouldn't have been guided. Sherlock is a very dangerous person. I think if he has any conspiracies, it is more dangerous than my boring suggestion."

Just to be on the safe side, Lynn said something more.

"It seems that you have a psychological shadow on [Fate Weaving Bureau]. I also have [Lines] in my basic image. Even the agent is trying to interfere with me." Atari chuckled lightly, as if she was saying Lynn was too nervous about Sherlock, smart people always have the confidence to belong.

In response, Lynn shrugged and asked the wheelchair lady to continue the story.

"Sherlock Holmes, Aurora Watson, these two were investigating a night-time murder, someone was using the name of evil spirits to harm people, using a rare hallucinogen "Even without them, I don't think I'd be able to do the exact test myself in two hours."

In Atalie's mouth, Lynn heard the story of a famous detective with an assistant to solve the case.

Sherlock seemed to be looking for something at the time.

It can be seen from his behavior that he recorded all the small and large cases that happened in this small town, Mr. Detective also knows the relationship between Atari and Lynn, so he can say some things after her mouth. That's why Lynn hates these script writers, you never know if a message he's delivering is a guide, a key to the truth, or both.

This case is a bit tricky for ordinary people, and it is suspected that it involves extraordinary people, which will always interfere with people's judgment. But in the eyes of professionals, official enforcers like Lynn or Sherlock are mentally retarded.

The murderer dared to use the name of the evil spirit to harm others, not afraid of being hanged by the law enforcement officers who came to hear the news.

After solving the case, Sherlock and others were rewarded by the victim's family.

Atari's parchment was dug out from the cemetery of the local nobles in the process of solving the case, and finally became her reward. It's as simple as that. It can be said that she wins by lying down, and the lady in wheelchair gets something she expects, which seems to be something related to elves.

With Lynn's assistance, Atalie's work on the blurred text on it proceeded smoothly.

Although the parchment scroll was bumpy and the handwriting written with bad paint was extremely vague, it could be classified as a cultural relic, but Atari, who spread it out, still showed a little in front of Lynn what is called a [line] The ingenious application of [Ji], the combination of these two personalities, is not a special ability but a simple application~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In the hands of Atari, a little repair and text rubbing have been achieved.

Lin En had to use the speed of a typewriter, holding two pens in both hands, hovering as steady as a robotic arm, and with the help of the memory palace, he quickly printed the words printed out by the spiritual threads on the paper. Finish writing.

The tacit understanding between the two is excellent.

Lynn can easily interpret a movement of Atalie. The harmony between the two people at work seems to have been tempered by many jobs, but in fact they have only been working together for a long time.

There is a saying that men and women match, work is not tired.

Lynn felt that there was some truth in what he said. He seemed to be more efficient when he was busy with Attari than with Mr. Bill, as if he was cheered.

Far away in the [Steam Capital], Bill, who was busy strengthening his big gun, sneezed indecently, wiped his nose, and quickly refocused on the work at hand. He muttered, Yefni has been running towards the Autonomous Association every day recently, and it seems that the future path for the third team to take the lamp is obvious.

The camera flew over and pulled back to the Oceanarium.

"The translation of this word should be 'Xingchen', which is a variant of [Feng'er language] added to the common language of common language."

"Yes, but in addition to 'stars', there should also be the meaning of 'little fire'. As God is above, ancient people could use one word to refer to the sun, stars, small fire and big fire. The more complicated the civilization is, I think if the Common Language is systematically revised and a dictionary is established, it may be able to completely integrate [Mulan] and [Feng'er]."

"Nice idea!"

Atalie's eyes lit up, looking at Lynn as if she were looking at a genius. She felt that she had a new subject, but that was something that came later.

Right now, this translated parchment is what matters.