The sin of wearing a crown

"oh!!"

Sherlock covered his eyes, which were instantly bloodshot and red, and while screaming in pain, he couldn't help but accuse Watson of his atrocities.

"You definitely did it on purpose! You clearly have a better way to test it, and you also know that my Barton Technique will not hit you at all. I feel sad for the ladies of Albion, because you alone have brought us down. With the moral standards of all the ladies in this country, you will definitely not be able to get married in the future, and even the [Girl of the Cup] will despise your atrocities against a gentleman."

"Sherlock, I'm sorry. Besides, the last time you threw a smelly balloon in my bathroom has been wiped out." Watson still looked cold, but judging from her angry tone, It's not hard to feel the joy of watching a smart partner get into trouble.

Being able to beat the stinky Sherlock in an honest and fair manner.

This was very stress-relieving for Aurora.

It's actually a joke among friends who tell fortunes. Many times, the stinky and cold-hearted Sherlock can easily make people feel so hateful that they really want to beat him up.

The adoration is real, but it does not prevent Watson from doing what he wants to do.

Sherlock inhaled and slowly rubbed his eye sockets. Watson's punch just now was not very strong, and the hematoma disappeared quickly for an extraordinary person. If Watson had used all his strength, Sherlock's head might have been dented, or his neck might have been broken.

"Do you know what hurts me the most? That is that there is a beautiful lady beside me, but every time I am busy outside, I have to find other ladies to show my eloquence. That Miss Tulip, her Talent and beauty fascinate me..."

Sherlock, who was completely crooked, soon said in a melancholy tone.

"As a reminder, Sherlock, you have only come into contact with fourteen ladies during this trip, and none of them have a family with the tulip as their emblem." Watson continued to hit Sherlock mercilessly, she was careless He took out a dagger from the corner of his clothes and took care of his extremely sharp nails.

"Damn it, how do you remember this kind of thing so clearly?"

Sherlock couldn't help but complain, and Watson immediately changed the subject.

"What did you think of just now, and did I inspire you inadvertently?"

"Oh, well, although you are mediocre in this area, Watson, you are really good at inspiring people." Mentioning the changes just now, Sherlock proudly adjusted the top hat on his head, and then calmly Too busy to take out the pipe. "It's just a blind spot of inertia, with a little validation."

"In previous circumstances, this cunning prey would choose to disguise itself as an object to sneak in or escape. But a clue provided by Mr. Leonardo was very interesting. After the incident, he dismissed all the temporary followers recruited locally. Yes, but when we counted the number of people afterwards, it didn’t match up.”

Sherlock exhaled a puff of light blue smoke. The lingering smoke was very eerie in the moonlight.

"At that time, I went to investigate and found that this person finally disappeared on the edge of the Black Forest. I initially thought he was a sacrifice in the struggle between political parties. But now it seems that may not be the case. The follower may have already been in Beifeng Town. Replaced. This kind of coincidence makes me almost as suspicious as Mr. Moriarty, is there someone behind it."

"But the Shaper is chaotic."

The good assistant Watson took it up smoothly, and was proud of Sherlock's obsession with the plastic demon. Every time she cleaned the room, she could see the relevant information, and she gradually became familiar with it.

After following Sherlock for a long time, although his reasoning skills are still a mess, he has still improved.

"Yes, the essence of the plastic demon is actually a human. Even if he often goes crazy and loses control, it is always easier for him to become a human than an object. With this, he can easily deceive many people in the camp." Look. Looking at this camp with extremely mixed spirituality and traces of plastic monsters flying everywhere, Sherlock vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He knew the Shaper all too well.

This out-of-control Extraordinary has always been able to slip away from people's eyes. Perhaps it is not as speculated that it has completely turned into a monster. At the beginning, it was still unknown what he got from the pollution in the star world. Now it seems that the plastic demon still retains a limited sense of reason.

Of course, it may be that in the process of spiritual reshaping again and again, the previous plastic demon has died, and what is alive now is a new individual who is gradually gaining wisdom.

And no matter which one it is, it means one thing.

That is, the plastic demon may have been secretly preparing something, and its previous actions were all disguises. Sherlock even had a very strange feeling. He always felt that the plastic demon would not be so smart. Due to various coincidences, he was able to escape every time. This reminded him of the extraordinary person's desire to survive after losing control...

Could it be that someone is secretly helping the demon sculptor?

A layer of doubt filled Sherlock's mind. He smelled the smell of script compilation, but he couldn't find any traces. Mr. Great Detective seemed to hear the chuckle of the God of Change in his ears. After all, he was so fickle. Step-by-step scripts were often not favored by the [Mouth of Sutures]. Only accidents could win his favor.

While the great detective was puffing on his pipe, Watson suddenly turned his head and stared in the direction of the slope.

"Sherlock, the small device I arranged has been activated, and there is an unstable source of spiritual interference... It seems that Mr. Moriarty discovered something earlier than us."

"Let's go together!"

Sherlock immediately grabbed Watson's arm, and the cold iceberg bodyguard immediately dragged him into the shadows. He could see the running figures of two people in the camp under the moonlight from time to time between the shadows and the moonlight. In the blink of an eye, this move caused a little noise.

At the same time, various coincidences are happening.

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On the high slope, Lin En's waiting time was a very long and boring time.

When he was bored, he began to use the power of [Flower Maker] to communicate with vegetation, study the construction of spirit submodels, observe and think about the interaction between the Black Holy Grail and himself, and think about the situation where the digestion of potions was completely done by the Black Holy Grail. , whether there are any omissions or unstable areas.

Lin En can already feel that his power of [Lake Fairy] is getting better and better, and even said that if he imitates the Black Holy Grail, he can completely abandon [Lake Fairy] and use [Evil] as the basis to find a new profession. Of course, it all depends on the face. The fixed-point guidance of the potion is still very important.

ps: I still owe 45 chapters, so hurry up