The sin of wearing a crown

"Is this the plastic demon?"

"This is the Shape Demon!"

From these two sentences with the same characters but completely different intonations, it is not difficult to distinguish Lynn's curiosity and Sherlock's surprise. When Watson jumped out of the darkness, holding a somewhat curious human stick in his hand, the two gentlemen, who were still shivering occasionally or having uncoordinated limbs, were immediately delighted.

Regardless of their still disarmed state, they all moved forward.

In fact, since Watson has captured it, there is no need to worry that the plastic demon will jump up in the prison net made of steel wire and bite these two powerful enemies again. The poor plastic demon's tongue and teeth were all removed by Watson very patiently using a very tough and deadly wire.

This process was unusually bizarre and bloody. Even if there was no massive bleeding, the scene was far beyond what ordinary people could accept, so I won’t describe it in detail here.

In short, no matter whether it was Sherlock or Lynn, when they first saw this poor guy, every piece of flesh on his body was tightly inserted by steel wires, cutting off the possibility of muscle movement. The threatening limbs were also neatly cut off, and the mouth was There is also a thick branch stuck in it, and it is inserted vertically.

Looking at this miserable situation, the plastic demon really made the man silently cry and the woman cry.

When it saw the two most disgusting faces floating close at hand, the monster's reaction was very intense. It didn't know whether it was grievance, hatred, help, or madness in its human-like eyes. This strong emotion even made the plastic The demon fidgeted a little, just so weakly.

If you hadn't seen how cruel it was to its victims, it would be a bit pitiful at this moment.

But what is very unfortunate is that the three people present are all kind-hearted beings in a sense. This kind-heartedness is roughly the kind of people who don't see people suffering and send them on their way as soon as possible.

"If you think it's an eyesore, I can poke it blind."

Holding the human stick in one hand, and dexterously playing with the dagger between his fingers with the other hand, Watson revealed a hint of cruelty in his words.

"forget it……"

Sherlock seemed to be reluctant to advise Watson not to take action, which made Linn's favorability towards him slightly increase.

"...I accidentally killed this clone. We have to work hard to catch it again. It's better to lock it up and throw it into the animal cage." Sherlock's next words made Linn couldn't help but hide it. With his mouth, he fed all the favorability points to the dog. He understood that Sherlock, who had some cognitive abnormalities, did not think this scene was cruel at all.

"No problem, with my skills, it won't even be able to move a finger."

Upon hearing this, Watson immediately put away the dagger, took out a row of steel needles, and pulled the poor guy to the corner to put a safety net on it so that he could not die even if he wanted to. For an assassin who is proficient in all kinds of torture, doing this kind of work is as easy as eating, drinking, and breathing.

Then there is only one other split left.

Sherlock, who happened to be out of the disarmed state, immediately turned his attention to Linn, obviously asking him to make a judgment as soon as possible. The countess was Linn's bed partner and lover, and Sherlock respected whether Linn would adopt a softer approach. To solve it, for example, after Lord Amiste comes back, the two of them can jointly use the [Ai Zhe Incense Burner] to locate the position.

"Let's wait until Lord Amiste comes back."

Faced with Sherlock's questioning eyes, Linn shrugged. At this time, he didn't have a very wise method. Of course, he had to take it one step at a time. Catching the demon body was more important than anything else.

"Are you really in love with her?" Sherlock was suddenly curious. He subconsciously glanced at Watson, who was inserting steel needles into the body of the demon one by one with an expressionless face, and shivered violently for no reason.

"Can't you?"

Linn felt that Sherlock was a bit provocative, and his tone became sharper.

"That's not what I meant..." Sherlock took out his pipe out of habit and paced back and forth slowly for a few times. Anyone could see that Mr. Detective was a little confused at this moment. With his obsession to debut halfway completed, Sherlock felt a lot more relaxed, and at the same time he had the energy to focus on other aspects.

This includes some questions that Sherlock struggled with in the past but could just find someone to answer.

Sherlock, who has been busy or busy, probably never thought that one day he would find someone to ask this question, and that person would still be Linn.

"Lynn, can you tell me what love is?"

What the hell is this problem?

Linn looked like he had seen a ghost, feeling that Sherlock was using him for entertainment.

"I think there are so many women around you. It must be clearer than what is described in the book. You love others and are loved by others, right? Lynn." Sherlock's curiosity was rapidly expanding. He bit his pipe subconsciously and smoked the tobacco leaves that were not lit at all.

what is love?

Love refers to the feeling that one likes to a very deep level, and then one pays for it. It refers to the sense of satisfaction and happiness that humans actively give or consciously expect. Love has many expressions, including love, friendship, family affection, fraternity and the fundamental emotions of all things. Love is a universal theme and a permanent theme in the fields of science and culture such as art, philosophy, and aesthetics.

Linn scratched his head subconsciously. He felt that if he gave this standard answer to Sherlock, he might lose the ability to love forever.

"What love is, it's hard to explain, but it's really interesting..."

Seeing that Lin seemed to be struggling, Sherlock couldn't help but continue speaking.

"Can you tell me how interesting it is? Can you explain it to me? I want to know what it feels like. I've never felt anything like this in my life."

When the great detective spoke, Linn couldn't help but feel surprised and distressed. He could see that Sherlock was not lying. His understanding of love was limited to a kind of cognition of expressions. He only had this thing, knowing that people would do some seemingly incredible actions because of this.

That's all.

When the young gentleman thought about it, Sherlock's background didn't seem to be very happy, at least compared to someone who had enjoyed the love of mother, father, brothers and sisters in his childhood, it was certainly not happy. It is not difficult to find that the childhood of many geniuses is more or less different from ordinary people.

"Well, love, if you ask me, you probably think that when you look at someone, she is different from everyone else, that's probably it."

"can you give me more detail?"

"Let me think about it...it's probably like when you wake up in the morning, Miss Watson makes you a love omelette for breakfast."

"She? Ha, hahaha, her? Hahahaha!" Sherlock didn't know what funny thing he thought of, and he couldn't help but laugh.

I still owe Chapter 19. Damn it, I’m almost done paying it off.