The sin of wearing a crown

Sherlock's reputation as a great detective was obviously very useful, at least much more useful than that of an outside law enforcer like Lynn who had no famous achievements. When he put away his certificate and badge, he blinked at Lynn a bit. Lin En was still in a good mood, but now she can only use the word "hehe" to describe her.

When the two sheriffs heard that it was Sherlock, their eyes lit up a lot.

"I just talked with Chief Gainewt, and this is his proof of approval." Sherlock handed over another piece of paper.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two sheriffs to check, Linn lowered his voice and spoke softly, as if he was questioning Sherlock's character.

"When did you meet Chief Guenute?"

"When you were beaten by that giantess, by God, please forgive me for not daring to save you, because even I couldn't take a punch from her." Sherlock continued to use mental attacks on Linn, and he swore that he He definitely didn't want to see Lin En's joke, so he deliberately stayed away from the fun.

Sherlock was originally a little envious of Mr. Moriarty's femininity.

Unlike him, there was a cold Watson beside him, who would speak with a knife instead of her mouth at any time, as if God had given her that mouth only for eating. But now that I think about it, sometimes being too popular with women is not a good thing. This is what Lynn has learned from his past experience.

Like an old acquaintance.

Lin En and Sherlock were holding each other's arms, with a hint of competition in each other's eyes.

"You just wait to die. I'll tell Mrs. Cynthia later that you said she was a giantess." The vicious little gentleman immediately pinched Sherlock's vitals. Isn't that just hurting each other? Come on.

"Hey, you can't do this, unforeseen tragedy will happen." Sherlock didn't expect Linn to be so cruel, and his expression changed, which showed the intimidation of Mrs. Cynthia. "I think we should solve this problem in a gentlemanly way. I don't mean white gloves. Maybe I can use my strict control of words during this period in exchange for your keeping secrets?"

Being able to talk about cowardice so elegantly made Linn embarrassed to reject him.

"make a deal."

The two gentlemen had a customary quarrel. After the sheriff checked the handwriting and seal, he opened the road without any nonsense. Linn couldn't be angry. Sherlock opened the way, so he walked in front. Seeing the relieved eyes of the two sheriffs, Sherlock sniffed and quickly followed.

The camp where Leonardo was located was not small, and it had no geographical reference value. The messiness of the place was evident.

"Why do you keep following me, do you think I am a criminal?"

Lin En didn't take more than two steps when he saw Sherlock following him, looking like a man who had fallen out of favor when he crossed the river and burned the bridge.

"Your idea is very interesting. Most people will think that the detective is following him to inquire for evidence. Your idea already illustrates your instinctive hostility towards me. This idea is generally very dangerous."

Sherlock walked slowly, but his eyes were sharp and pierced Linn.

"Believe me, Mr. Linn, you can't continue to dwell on the unpleasantness we had in the past. Otherwise, one day you will stand on my opposite side and play a game of brain power, law, morality, and life and death with me. I won't be too concerned about it. Unexpected. This is a sincere suggestion from a collaborator without the slightest malice.”

"I am a law enforcer, be careful if I sue you for defamation."

Lin En unceremoniously showed off his [Suppression Bureau] ID and badge.

"Even among the ranks of law enforcers, there is no guarantee that there are not some morally corrupt people. Haven't you suffered this kind of loss before? Do you think you will become like them after being hit?" Sherlock lowered his head and looked at the grass. He fiddled with some debris on the bed casually with his cane, his expression looking distant and rational.

"I'm not in a good mood today."

"Why?"

Linn answered the big detective with caring eyes, and then asked curiously.

"Where is the bodyguard lady beside you? Where did you send her? Do you have other arrangements?"

"Watson is protecting our safety in secret. You should know who the prey I am looking for is, the kind of existence that can change freely. Even when I sleep, I can't completely close my eyes." Sherlock's sharp knife , the bright mirror eyes seemed to want to pull out the plastic demon immediately, scraping it from the ground inch by inch.

Although his tone did not change, Lin En could still hear his persistence.

For this genius detective, failure is simply intolerable. The target he failed to catch when he first debuted is now here, in this camp. He has been waiting for this moment in his dreams.

"You mean this matter has something to do with the Shaper?" An unexpected piece of information made Linn frown involuntarily. If the Shaper was also involved in this matter, then the whole thing would become more complicated. .

coincide? Deliberately arranged?

Then this is no one else's job, but the job of the law enforcers.

"Not necessarily, but based on what I know about it, once people start dying, it will definitely take action. No matter how cunning the prey is, it cannot restrain its instinct."

Sherlock took out his pipe from his coat and took two puffs to cheer him up.

Unconsciously, Linn seemed to be a bit of a collaborator with Sherlock. He noticed that there were several Beyonders recording something outside the tent in front of him. That should be Leonardo's tent. It seems that you have to deal with them before you can enter the scene to find out.

"So, are you interested in being a detective with me? I think there's something fishy about that woman's death. I've seen her, and her expression doesn't look like someone who wants to die with a man. I'm sure she loves him. Because her eyes are full of honey, but it’s a pity that I don’t have more opportunities to touch her.”

Sherlock didn't give Lynn time to think.

"And it likes to attack ordinary people. I heard that you and Count Amiste have a very deep relationship. Don't you want her to live in danger?"

Lin's eyebrows were sharp, and it was obvious that he was filled with hatred for Sherlock, but he quickly threw away this emotional thought. Although what Sherlock said was a bit unpleasant, it was indeed the truth. This plastic demon can hide its traces so well. If it really did something to Leonardo, it is obviously a serious threat. It is a rational choice to cooperate with Sherlock and find it as soon as possible.

After tracking down the plastic demon for so long, Linn didn't believe that the great detective had gained nothing at all.

"Don't forget that I can also solve crimes...but why are you looking for me, an unemployed person on vacation?"