Is the Evil God Me?

"This is the plastic demon?"

"This is the plastic demon!"

From these two sentences with the same characters but different intonations, it is not difficult to distinguish Lynn's curiosity from Sherlock's surprise. When Watson jumped out of the darkness, holding a curious human stick in his hand, the two gentlemen, who were still occasionally trembling or incoherent, were directly amused.

They don't care whether they are disarmed or not, they all come together.

In fact, since Watson has captured it, there is no need to worry that the plastic demon will jump up in the prison net made of steel wire and bite the two great enemies. The poor plastic demon, even the tongue and teeth were taken down by Watson very patiently with a deadly tough steel wire.

This process is unusually bloody, even if there is no heavy bleeding, the picture is far beyond what ordinary people can accept, so I won't describe it in detail here.

In short, whether it was Sherlock or Lynn, the first time they saw this poor bastard, every piece of flesh in his body was tightly stabbed by steel wires, cutting off the possibility of muscle movement changes. There is also a thick branch, and it is the kind that is inserted vertically.

The tragic situation of the plastic demon is really a man's silence and a woman's tears.

When it saw the two most disgusted faces floating close at hand, the monster's reaction was very fierce, and the pair of human-like eyes did not know whether it was grievance, hatred, help or madness. This strong emotion even made the plastic The demon tossed a little, and then it was so weak.

If he hadn't seen the ferocity of its victims, it would be a bit pitiful at the moment.

But it is very unfortunate that the three people present are in a sense kind-hearted beings. This kind of heart is roughly the kind of sending him on the road as soon as possible without seeing people suffer.

"If you think it's an eyesore, I can poke it blind."

With one hand holding the stick, the other hand can dexterously play with the dagger between his five fingers, revealing a hint of ruthlessness in Watson's words that flicker like a butterfly.

"forget it……"

Sherlock seemed unbearable to persuade Watson not to attack, which made Lynn feel a little bit more favorable towards him.

"...Accidentally killed the split body, we have to catch it again, let's lock it and throw it in the cage." Sherlock's next sentence caused Lynn to hide it. Mouth, all the favorability points were fed to the dog. He understood that Sherlock, who had an abnormal understanding, didn't think this scene was cruel at all.

"No problem, under my craft, it doesn't even want to move a finger."

When Watson heard the words, he immediately put away the dagger, took out a row of steel needles, and pulled the poor guy to the corner to apply safety insurance, so that he could not die if he wanted to. For an assassin who is proficient in all forms of torture, doing this kind of work is as easy as eating, drinking, and breathing.

Then there is only one other part left.

Sherlock, who happened to be out of the disarmed state, immediately turned his attention to Lynn, obviously wanting him to make a judgment as soon as possible. The Countess was Lynn's bed partner and lover. Sherlock respected whether Lynn adopted a more gentle way. To solve it, for example, after the Lord Emiste returns, the two will use the [Aizhe Censer] together to locate.

"Let's talk about it when Your Excellency Emist comes back."

Facing Sherlock's questioning eyes, Lynn shrugged. At this time, he didn't have a very sensible way. Of course, he took a step by step and watched it. It was more important to catch the demon plastic part than anything else.

"Are you really in love with her?" Sherlock was suddenly curious, and he subconsciously glanced at Watson, who was stabbing steel needles into the plastic monster one by one, and shivered for no reason.

"Can't you?"

Lynn felt that Sherlock was a little provocative, and his tone became sharper.

"That's not what it meant..." Sherlock habitually took out his pipe and slowly paced back and forth in place a few times. Anyone could see that Mr. Detective was a little tangled at the moment. With the obsession of his debut half completed, Sherlock felt a lot more relaxed, and at the same time he was able to focus on other aspects.

This included some questions that Sherlock had struggled with in the past but could find someone to answer.

Sherlock, who has been busy or on the way, probably never imagined that one day he would find someone to ask this question, and this person was Lynn.

"Lynn, can you tell me what love is?"

What the **** is this problem?

Lynn looks like I've seen a ghost, and it feels like Sherlock is using himself for entertainment.

"I think there are so many women around you. It must be clearer than what the book describes. You are in love with others and are loved by others, right? Lynn." Sherlock's curiosity was rapidly expanding, He bit his pipe subconsciously, smoking the tobacco leaves that were not lit at all.

what is love?

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Lynn scratched his head subconsciously. He felt that if he gave this standard answer to Sherlock, he might lose the ability to love forever.

"What is love, it's hard to explain, but it's really interesting..."

Seeing that Lynn seemed to be struggling, Sherlock couldn't help but speak.

"Can you tell me how fun it is? Can you answer it for me? I want to know what it's like. I've never felt like this in my life."

When the detective spoke, Lynn couldn't help feeling surprised and distressed. He could see that Sherlock wasn't lying, that his knowledge of love was limited to an expressive perception, and he only had such a thing, knowing that people would do some seemingly unbelievable things because of it.

That's all.

The little gentleman remembered that Sherlock's background didn't seem to be very happy, at least compared to him who enjoyed the love of his mother, father, siblings, and siblings in his childhood, it was definitely not a happy one. It is not difficult to find that the childhood of many geniuses is more or less different from ordinary people.

"Well, love, if you want me to say, you're probably when you look at someone and think she's different from everyone else, that's probably it."

"can you give me more detail?"

"I think about it... it's probably like, when you get up in the morning, Miss Watson makes you a hearty omelette for breakfast."

"She? Ha, ha ha, she? Ha ha ha ha ha!" Sherlock didn't know what funny things he thought of, and he couldn't help laughing.