The sin of wearing a crown

Dancing on three eggs requires strength, and having the courage to dance and crush three eggs at the same time requires even more strength. Lin En held the revolver that symbolized the crystallization of wisdom and the embodiment of strength. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. tone. The next step is to check the bomb nest, quickly close it, and release the safety.

Bang bang bang! !

The roaring gunfire seemed to vent the pressure that was constantly building in Linn's heart. The more this happened, the calmer he became, thinking about every possibility.

"Not bad results, three fifty-meter and ten rings." Sherlock, who had extraordinary eyesight, lowered the brim of his hat and looked at it, and sincerely praised Linn's ability in shooting fixed targets.

This is already at the level of trained elite legion recruits.

Of course, this kind of achievement is nothing compared to the monsters of various extraordinary organizations, especially the group that claims to be the Gun Knights. The world's highest sniper performance is a mysterious extraordinary person from the Roman Kingdom. He can kill the target with a single headshot from a delivery distance of almost four thousand meters.

Who knows how he managed to achieve such a daunting and exaggerated record with an old-fashioned flintlock rifle? That extraordinary person was also revered as the "Sniper God" by the entire mysterious world.

"By the way, the victim last night?"

Lin En was practicing his gun sense as if to relieve his boredom. After talking about the real thing, he remembered the victim belatedly. It must have been that the young gentleman subconsciously refused to remember him. After all, the broken ribs and flowers on the chest were squeezed out of the flesh. Just thinking about that scene made people feel uncomfortable.

Except Sherlock.

The great detective vividly described the miserable behavior of the local law enforcement officers when they arrived at the scene last night. He also emphatically recounted how he examined the body and accurately put each broken bone back into its original position, and by the way restored it. Go through the fight scene between Linn, a city man, and the murderer.

But that’s it~~

Obviously Sherlock was in the limelight again last night. His only regret was that Lynn was not there, which dampened his desire to speak.

"I don't intend to comment on your unique hobbies and profound knowledge, but Sherlock, what I want to ask is the victim." Linn couldn't help but interrupt Sherlock who was talking. Sometimes Sherlock, the British Gentlemen are like this. They will pay so much attention to the case that the concept of people has been covered.

Is there any help?

Dr. Lin En's answer is that there is no hope, just wait to die.jpg

As long as Sherlock doesn't give up his ability not to treat other people as human beings, as long as he can't extinguish his passion for the case, then he can't be saved. Of course, if he gives up those things, then he is not Sherlock Hawke. Damn it, Lin En couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart.

But as soon as she saw Sherlock's smiling face, Linn killed any trace of sympathy that she shouldn't have.

This guy was born that way.

"Victim, victim... Oh, you said that corpse, its identity has been verified." Sherlock took almost one breath to connect the victim with the corpse. "An unlucky guy with no background or friends. Those rural law enforcers dealt with it hastily. All they know about the Demon Shaper is that it is the Demon Shaper. As for other powers, they don't care about it."

Every autumn hunting, some people die for various reasons.

Generally speaking, as long as there is no big fuss, local law enforcement will not care. There are so many big names here, so we can't check everything. Maybe we will find something.

Sometimes, the bottom line needs to be more flexible.

For example, if there is a fire in a certain community, and the leader instructs the door not to be opened in case of emergency, what should I do if the fire fighters come and enter the community? Opening the door means you are doing something wrong in the eyes of the leader, and not opening the door is a matter of life and death. Then you can only let the firefighters climb in through the door. This sounds magical, but it is a kind of flexibility. At least you have not done anything wrong. Sometimes you really can't understand this kind of flexibility unless you are in certain positions.

"The plastic demon killed this person. Theoretically, it has the ability to change again. If my guess is correct, your traces of tracing it are broken."

Linn casually re-entered the trajectory.

"Well, yes, if you were in the church, I would definitely think that you are a believer who has received a preview of divine revelation." Sherlock admitted his failure generously, but considering that he was closer to success than ever before, he I stopped fussing with Lin En, the person I bickered with every day. "So, besides reminding me that this matter is about to get messed up, you must be trying to say something to me when you ask me about these messages."

"Yes, wise Mr. Sherlock."

Linn picked up the revolver again and began to pace while aiming. This forced Sherlock to follow behind him carefully, lest he suddenly turn around and fire.

"Just now, I thought of Mr. Leonardo."

Sherlock didn't question Linn's mention of an innocuous person, the gentleman who got away with the crime but had a somewhat disreputable reputation. He was probably having a headache and explaining to his boss why he couldn't control his crotch.

"It suddenly occurred to me that I have been in contact with him, including His Excellency the Earl, and we have a subtler thing in common. I want to verify it. If my guess is correct, we can easily capture it accurately. Shape monster." Lin En's green eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp color, and he felt an extremely absurd feeling at this moment.

Probably it was the feeling of astonishment and disbelief when something I casually said suddenly came true, and the urge to verify it.

All kinds of coincidences...

Or is it just a coincidence?

Lin En subconsciously looked up at the sky, as if transcending time and space. At a certain moment of time and space, in the broken sky window, a huge vertical pupil suddenly appeared, and he glanced inside.

"Is this why you need 10 hours?"

Sherlock was a little amused.

"What if your validation is wrong?"

"Then we can think about what to write on our epitaphs." Linn suddenly looked at Sherlock with deep pity.

boom! !

Just as the cylinder of the revolver revolves, the hammer taps violently to activate the primer of the bullet, and the copper man-made object that exits the chamber at supersonic speed flies accurately and hits the bullseye.

Sherlock's fearless heart twitched involuntarily at this moment, and he read evil pity from Lin En's sincere expression. This damn pity made Sherlock break into a cold sweat in this late autumn and early winter season.

Sometimes, excessive pity can bring intense fear to others.

This expression was once taught to Linn by a prison guard, and now he also taught it to Sherlock.