The sin of wearing a crown

"Watson, please wait outside."

Following Sherlock's instructions, the iron door of this prison, which was a luxurious room compared to No. 63, was opened. The detective with a pipe in his mouth walked in with a somewhat leisurely pace. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Linn lying on the bed, looking at the newspaper in his hand boredly.

Looking vaguely worried about the news, Linn glanced at Sherlock without paying much attention.

After entering this prison, Sherlock walked to the toiletries and meals on his own. When he saw that the [Suppression Bureau] provided Lin with such treatment, even without the magic-blocking golden handcuffs, he couldn't help but feel The corners of his mouth turned up, and he didn't know what he was feeling in his heart.

"This place is more comfortable than where I live."

Sherlock leaned against the cabinet gracefully, crossed his arms and looked at Linn.

Lin En was already in a bad mood. When she heard Mr. Detective's sarcastic remarks, she couldn't help but curl her lips and retaliate rudely.

"How about I live with you? I think the five-member committee will not be stingy with the small request made by the [Fate Weaver Bureau]."

This sentence can be regarded as a weapon and a stick.

The little gentleman's behavior while lying on the bed now is very consistent with the mentality of a prisoner. Being in a prison cell can sharpen one's mind the most. If there is nothing to hold on to, unless one has super strong willpower, one will easily become completely depressed.

Sherlock's cold eyes did not warm up because of Linn's sarcastic words. To scold someone, you have to scratch the opponent's sore feet and scold them to break the defense. Otherwise, it is a low-level scolding. For example, in Chinese culture, it is important to have no descendants, so it is very vicious and immoral to catch someone and scold them, or to face someone in a lighthouse. The descendants of the group call words starting with the word "Ni".

"Mr. Lynn, if I were you I wouldn't treat the reviewer like this, especially when he decides whether you can leave here smoothly."

Linn took the newspaper and shook it twice, making a crisp sound. He looked like he was unwilling to eat.

His eyes were still on the official statement about last night's incident in the newspaper. The language conveyed by Lin En's body seemed to be staged. Naturally, Mr. Detective understood his language and quickly pulled the trigger. He took a chair to the bed and sat down.

"Then, hero of Stim, the review has officially begun. Regarding what happened last night, I hope you can cooperate with the investigation. Our time is limited."

Sherlock looked businesslike.

He pretended to cough twice, and then his sharp, temperatureless pupils fell on Lin En's face, as if to accurately pick out all the true thoughts in his heart.

"First of all, let's talk about your feat last night. Hero of the citizens, please tell me why you led people to advance toward the lower city at all costs last night?"

Sherlock asked casually and gave Linn two sets.

One is how Lin En knew there was a problem in Xiacheng District and how he could accurately find the key nodes of the problem. Another question is whether Lin En knows about the [Fate Weaver Bureau] and other higher-ups, and is trying to intercept the divinity in this matter. From now on, it is an official question, and it needs to be recorded. If Linn's answer is wrong or if he is offended, he will definitely suffer a big loss in this kind of question.

When it came to intrigues, Lin En had experienced a lot along the way. He was absolutely wary of Sherlock, a genius detective, and he quickly figured out the clues he had set for him.

"One hundred and forty-five years ago, during the War between En and En, the royal capital was defeated by General Gao En. No one in the huge royal city dared to go out to fight. Only Viscount Russell led the troops to rush to the reinforcements like iron armor to block the front. He and Gein It is recorded in Emperor Si’s meeting with civil servants at the High Wall: For the sake of the country, we can sacrifice our lives and lives. If it is not beneficial, we should do it, and if it is harmful to ourselves, we should avoid it. "

Linn pushed back Sherlock's question with an allusion.

If Sherlock dares to question it, then for Linn, it means that he has caught the pigtail and waits for him to find the countess to settle the score after he is released from prison.

Being a hero doesn't require a reason, being a coward does. This was said beautifully. Sherlock was pricked by Lin En, but his expression didn't change much and he continued to cater.

"It makes sense. This is a perfect knight, a noble gentleman. Those bad guys should probably all be hanged. I am very honored to be able to see a real knight today when knights are declining."

The decline of knights is also an allusion. It almost laments that with the advancement of muskets, knights can no longer dominate the battlefield as they did in the past. Behind this allusion, in fact, when the knight faced the lack of moral integrity, he fought without hesitation to maintain the knight's morality. The meaning that Sherlock wanted to express to Linn was naturally very obvious.

"So, Mr. Lin En, your heroic figure is now in trouble. I can help you. There is no need for you to regard me as an enemy. Even the [Fate Weaver Bureau] does not support what happened last night." "Sherlock leaned forward slightly, his attitude was very serious and it didn't look like he was lying.

"You know more than I do. My head is still dizzy. The impact of the explosion has a serious impact on my head." Of course Linn would not believe Sherlock's lies, that the Holy Grail had been used to hack the divinity. If he eats this, he will rot in his stomach forever.

"Okay, okay, it seems I can't get anything useful from you without giving something."

Sherlock straightened up again, biting his pipe in distress.

Lin En is like a thorny hedgehog now. Considering what happened to him last night, although the [Suppression Bureau] keeps it secret, people with channels can still find some traces.

Mr. Detective is now eager to pry open Lynn's mouth.

The matter caused by his two idiot colleagues could not be ended. Sherlock was ordered to do so at the critical moment and shouldered the task of recovering the divinity of the [Painless Apostle]. He was obviously focused on the more important tantra chapter, but it was really helpless that something went wrong halfway through.

"With regard to Ziegler and Clark, it seems I'm looking in the right direction..."

Obviously, Sherlock was also good at observing people's emotions. He slowly stimulated Lin En, and as expected, he caught a kind of care and nervousness from Lin En's micro-expression, and he grinned with a bright smile.

"Whatever you want to say is your freedom. I, a person who is not free, can only listen." Lin En also smiled back, and the vigilance in his heart became stronger. This genius detective was really difficult to deal with when he was serious.

"Freedom can only be obtained by tangled threads."

Sherlock lamented the prayer of "The Mouth of Sutures", and then went straight to the point.

"Ziegler, he should be dead."