The sin of wearing a crown

Lin En's face looked a little embarrassed. He was sure that Atali heard some strange noises last night. The six senses of extraordinary people are always particularly sharp.

Ignoring Lin En's expression as if he had been punched.

The lady in the wheelchair gave the order and asked him to push her to another side hall. Although she had no objection to the pair of paintings, she always felt a little strange if she had to talk in front of the two paintings. This is understandable. No one wants to be surrounded by someone who is spreading dog food while they are busy working.

And Lin En still looks so dazzling in the picture.

"I found an ancient book of poetry."

Atali's opening remarks were very simple and direct, as if she was saying, I found a piece of bread in the kitchen. This made Linn, who had just parked her in front of the table, have a subtle expression as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help but reveal a hint of doubt, wondering whether the girl in front of him was a treasure hunter.

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

"Tell me your wonderful story."

Linn was all ears. If Meldis had rested well, he would definitely let her bring her a plate of gingerbread and milk sugar tea.

"Yesterday after you went out, I also went to this town for a walk." She said she walked around, which should be the result of divination, and she walked some places with a purpose. As she spoke, Atali took out a book from the side of the wheelchair, or it was a bit like a wizard's parchment.

The smell of decay mixed with a little earth moisture made the young gentleman seriously doubt whether this thing was still buried in some grave yesterday.

"Then you discovered this thing?" Linn probed his head. The writing on the rolled-up and cracked parchment roll was extremely blurry. It's a pity that Aitali could still see it clearly.

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

"Two people...I have a bad feeling. You're not talking about Sherlock and his iceberg bodyguard, are you?"

Aitali nodded slowly. Her affirmative action made Linn's brain sting a bit as he felt that he was far away from the whirlpool. He felt that he had never escaped from a big silk net called fate. [The Mouth of Sutures] I like to appreciate the despair of those who think they have resisted fate, but then receive a completely different gift from fate.

Lin suddenly wanted to burn the parchment on the table, but looking at Atali's bright heterochromatic pupils, he extinguished this idea of ​​extremely resisting Charlotte, the American cockroach. After all, they were still nominally cooperating. Isn't it?

"You must not have been guided. Sherlock is very dangerous. I think if he has any conspiracy, it will be much more dangerous than my boring reminder."

For the sake of safety, Lin En still said a few words.

"It seems that you have a psychological shadow on the [Destiny Bureau]. There is also a [thread] in my basic phase. Even the agent is trying to guide and interfere with me." Atali chuckled, seeming to say Linn was too nervous about Sherlock. Smart people always have their own confidence.

Lynn's response was to shrug and ask the lady in the wheelchair to continue the story.

"Sherlock Holmes and Aurora Watson, these two were investigating a murder that occurred at night. Someone was using the name of evil spirits to kill people, using a rare hallucinogenic drug. . Even without them, I don’t think it would take me more than two hours to complete the exact test.”

From Atali's mouth, Linn heard a story about a famous detective and his assistant solving a case.

Sherlock seemed to be tracing something at that time.

It can be seen from his behavior of meticulously recording all the cases that happened in this small town. Mr. Detective also knows the relationship between Atali and Linn, so he can follow her words when talking about some things. This is why Lynn hates these guys who write scripts. You never know whether a message he conveys is a guide or a key to the truth, or both.

This case is a bit difficult for ordinary people. It seems to involve extraordinary things, which always interferes with people's judgment. But in the eyes of professionals, such as official law enforcers like Lynn or Sherlock, it seems quite retarded.

The murderer actually dared to use the name of the evil spirit to harm people without fear of being hanged by the law enforcement officers who came after hearing the news.

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

Atali's parchment was dug out from the cemetery of a local noble during the process of solving the case, and finally became her reward. It's as simple as that. It can be said that she won by lying down. The lady in the wheelchair got something she expected, which was suspected to be something related to elves.

With Linn's assistance, Aitali was smoothly working on the blurry words on it.

Although the parchment scroll was full of pits and the handwriting written with poor paint was extremely blurry and could definitely be classified as a cultural relic, Atali spread it out and showed off what a "thread" is in front of Linn. The ingenious application of [Ji] and the mixing of these two natures are not special abilities but simple applications. In the hands of Atali, some repairs and text rubbings were achieved.

Lin En had to use the speed of a typewriter on the side, holding two pens in both hands, suspended as steadily as mechanical arms, and with the help of the memory palace, he quickly transferred the words printed by the spiritual silk threads onto the paper. Complete writing.

The two people have an excellent rapport.

Linn can easily interpret any of Aitali's movements. The two people's working compatibility seems to have been tempered through many jobs, but in fact they have only worked together for a short time.

There is a saying that if men and women work together, they will not be tired from work.

Linn felt that there was some truth in what he said. He seemed to be more efficient when working with Atali than with Mr. Bill, as if he was delighted.

Far away in [Steam City], Bill, who was busy strengthening his big gun, sneezed indecently. He wiped his nose and quickly returned his attention to the task at hand. He muttered that recently, Yevni was running towards the Autonomous Association every day, and it seemed that the path that the Lantern Team Three would choose in the future was obvious.

The camera flies over and pulls back to the Oceanarium.

"The translation of this word should be 'star', which is a variant of the common language with [Pen'e language] added to it."

"That's right, but in addition to 'stars', it should also mean 'little fire'. For God's sake, ancient people were able to use one word to refer to the sun, stars, small fires and big fires. It really is more As civilization becomes more complex, I think if the common language is systematically revised and a dictionary is established, it may be possible to completely integrate [Mulan language] and [Pen'e language]."

"Nice idea!"

Aitali's eyes lit up and she looked at Linn as if she were looking at a genius. She felt that she had a new topic, but that would come later.

For now, this translated parchment is what matters.