The sin of wearing a crown

To be sure, this was one of Sherlock's reasons for meeting Linn privately.

Lynn Moriarty, how did you see the traces of [thread]?

There are always some people in this world who are born with extraordinary spiritual achievements. Before becoming extraordinary people, they have been able to channel spirits or travel through the stars, and obtain gifts from the mysterious and unpredictable depths. Special beings like this are also called whisperers, Remote viewer, narrator. But it is not difficult to see from Lynn's past that before his family went bankrupt, he was...

Nothing special!

He is neither smart nor mellow, and even if he wants to be ruthless, there is no place for him to show off. At most, he is stubborn and has backbone, which is commendable.

In Sherlock's opinion, Lynn Moriarty at that time had been raised to waste.

However, an incident forced the young master's life trajectory back on the right track. Sherlock was curious as to what caused such a major change in Lin En's life.

To be honest, if Lin En hadn't entered the [Suppression Bureau].

Sherlock, who was curious, would definitely not mind creating some incidents to test Linn, or simply take him away directly, but now everyone is within the system, and since they are all within the system, they must follow the rules, even if [ Fate Weaver] cannot break the rules.

No one can bear the consequences of breaking the rules.

Sherlock held his pipe and waited for the young gentleman's answer.

"I have studied the bureau's paperwork and I can identify sexual signs." Because he didn't know what it meant to see the [Line] of the [Fate Weaver Bureau], Lin En smiled and started to play dumb while retreating.

"Such a coincidence, I've learned from it before." Sherlock still had the same smile, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Obviously this is saying, don't try to lie to me.

"Studying textbooks is a rule of the bureau. It's a very thick book." Lin En smiled and kicked the ball back again. Sherlock wanted to test himself, so he hid under the huge machine of the [Suppression Bureau]. If he wanted to continue questioning, he would have to weigh the intensity and method.

Pressing questions? force?

Mr. Linn is obviously a soft-spoken man.

Sherlock looked at this slippery young man, a playful smile flashed through his originally unemotional eyes.

"It seems that our learning methods are different. I will ask for advice when I have the opportunity. Don't fail to teach me then. Of course, I will also pay the tuition properly."

As if he had found his prey, Mr. Detective smiled happily while holding his purple wood pipe.

The atmosphere between the two suddenly became harmonious.

But the subtext hidden deep in the words of the two people was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, as if a duel had just ended, and the air was filled with the dangerous smell left after pulling the trigger.

‘I’m really numb. Is this person sick? ’

Lin En couldn't help but curse in his heart. He was in trouble at home. Why did the people from the [Destiny Bureau] target him? Besides, he knew the other party well and didn't have time to do anything. And what really made Linn feel numb was that Sherlock was the same type of person as himself, a type of person who was good at using rules.

Fortunately, the two of them belong to different departments, and Sherlock is also very young, only twenty years old, so it will not have any impact on him.

Thinking of this, Linn couldn't help but feel a lot better.

"Let's talk about other fun things. I heard the team leader Yevni said that Mr. Lin's analysis is top-notch. It was the first time he went to the scene of a murder and he deduced the work of an extraordinary person who was losing control just by observing it. . I am also an unknown bad detective and would like to discuss it with you."

Sherlock changed the topic in time and praised Linn's analytical skills.

I couldn’t tell whether this smart man was being self-effacing.

"I have an incident here that happened three years ago. Due to confidentiality reasons, I cannot tell you the identities of the people involved. However, the process is very interesting. Would Mr. Lin En be willing to listen to it?"

"I'm very happy."

Sherlock soon told the story of this bizarre case.

The incident occurred in the battle zone on the northern front. Due to artillery fire flying across the front line, order completely collapsed in an area where both sides had extremely poor control. At that time, a group of scattered soldiers lost their way and entered the area. With the guns in their hands, they controlled the civilians in a house.

The interesting thing is that there was no food in the house at that time, but the people inside had been living there for nearly a month. Except for being a little confused and thin, they were no different from normal people.

Then the soldiers who were blocked by the enemy and unable to return could only live in this strange house.

Everything was normal on the first day. The soldiers carried dry food with them to keep them warm. Out of sympathy, they even gave some to the civilians who were almost dying of hunger.

But things started to get out of control from the second day on.

Less than half of the soldiers said they did not want to fight anymore and just wanted to stay here. Other soldiers thought it was a defection and a wave of clashes broke out. A soldier recorded the conflict. It was not so much a conflict as a one-sided beating by normal soldiers against other insensitive people.

The conflict was interrupted by enemy gunfire, and a night of uneasiness ensued.

Then came the third day.

For completely unknown reasons, almost all the soldiers did not want to leave here. The only sober man watched helplessly as his comrades' temperament changed drastically overnight. He fled the house desperately out of fear, leaving only one person behind. A diary recorded it all.

The escaping soldier was nowhere to be found.

As the battle lines moved forward to clear buildings and rescue survivors, the accompanying doctor discovered this extremely weird house and obtained the diary that recorded some creepy changes. Because it was a wartime control, in order to prevent the incident from getting out of control, the officer responsible for handling the matter brought in artillery and sent the house into the sky.

And the group of "people" inside who are still alive for some reason, but cannot be called human at all in terms of their mental state.

But the problem has not been completely solved.

For unknown reasons, similar incidents happened one after another in the military camp. The law enforcers responsible for supervising the out-of-control extraordinary power also intervened in the investigation but found nothing. It was like an invisible monster eating away at everyone. Sherlock happened to be passing by at that time and was invited to conduct analysis and investigation.

But the incident miraculously disappeared completely at this time, and he could only let it go. But in the process, Shylock got the name of a secret book, [The Tantra of Molting Skin] from the numb soldiers who were secretly executed.

"That's right, it's a tantra chapter. It's the same set of ritual secrets as the tantra you know, Mr. Lin. People in our bureau believe in luck, so I came to you to try my luck. Let's see. Can this mysterious connection shed some light on me?"

Sherlock talked a lot in one breath, but he made several moves to pick up the black tea but never used it to moisten his throat. His expression of disdain for someone's craftsmanship was obvious.

"Then you may be disappointed. The [Abundance Tantra] I saw has disappeared, maybe it is in the hands of the [Gem Society]." Lin En smelled the smell of trouble and thought that this guy probably didn't know much. , and cleaned himself up.

Sherlock, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, couldn't help laughing happily when he heard this.

It was as if he was laughing at Lynn's naivety.

"Sorry, I haven't seen such...interesting words in a long time." Sherlock's mouth seemed to be about to say some spicy and sarcastic words, but he changed his words. "Mr. Linn, there is a saying in the mysterious field that there are no coincidences in this world, only destined inevitable results."

He held the pipe, his eyes sharp and scary.

"On a small time scale, two tantra chapters from the Shuojin era appeared one after another and were contacted by me. That is not a coincidence, but something will definitely happen."