The sin of wearing a crown

Watson and Sherlock were walking slowly outside the camp. It was probably because of the uninvited visit of Mr. Detective that the girls in the camp couldn't help but feel this less than gentlemanly man. Wearing tinted glasses, he looked like an American cockroach.

Sherlock single-handedly managed to make the maids and sisters regard him as a public enemy in the camp, which must be said to be a talent in a certain sense.

Because he had the experience of being invited out once, Mr. Detective obviously didn't want to get close to this place.

I didn’t hesitate for long.

Lin En ran out with a trace of anger. Watson, with vicious eyes, immediately figured out from some details that poor Mr. Lin En was probably disturbed by his partner, which also meant that the following conversation Maybe a little bit of anger. Sherlock also smelled the sweet floral fragrance that came with Linn. His dog's nose twitched twice, and he threw a bag over before Linn could speak.

A rough and effective interruption.

When the young gentleman walked out of the camp, the evil fire in his heart had not dissipated much. He subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the bag that Sherlock had thrown. His attention was also diverted along the bag.

Linn made an action that he rarely did before. He put his middle finger and index finger together, and then put them on his thumb to rub each other. This gesture is an internationally accepted gesture before crossing. Generally speaking, if you follow the body language of some law enforcement officers, Seeing this action means that no matter whether you have violated the rules or not, you need to make a small donation to meet certain demands of the law enforcers, otherwise you will always be in violation.

Of course, that kind of situation is very rare, at least Linn has never encountered it directly.

He is now using this action to test the thickness of the paper inside the bag to estimate the sincerity it represents.

"Is this given to me by the local government?" He felt good sincerity, and the value was probably around 200 gold pounds. After estimating the financial expenditure of the local [Suppression Bureau] branch, Linn felt that the bag in his hand was very substantial.

"Yes, it's your share."

Sherlock has obviously received his share of sincerity. For a Sherlock who only earns a dead salary from the [Destiny Bureau] and occasionally works as a detective to make extra money as a hobby, such a small amount of money is a good reward. Besides, He was originally prepared to be a live assassin.

"Compared to sincerity, I actually care more about the truth." Although there was nothing wrong with Sherlock's words, when it fell into Linn's ears, he always felt that this guy was in a yin and yang with the countess, a rich woman, behind him.

Then, at Sherlock's invitation, Lin En went to join in the fun and take a look at the convoy that was going to transport the plastic demon back to Shuishao City overnight to be temporarily imprisoned.

Of course, as a winner, come and see the last step of catching the prey with your own hands.

The cage of the plastic demon was covered with a layer of curtain, and the strange scene of it being a ball of flesh and the human face constantly growing and retracting is not suitable for too many people to watch, even if it has been verified that it is not extraordinary. of pollution. In fact, in this damn dangerous world, sometimes the thoughts of many people may actually cause some weird looks.

Fortunately, this kind of weirdness is often just a slight hallucination, and as long as the extraordinary person walks around and spiritually dispels it, it will be fine.

Lin En seemed to be able to see through the curtain the many eyeballs of the plastic demon staring at him in despair.

this matter……

The young gentleman glanced sideways at Sherlock and Watson. He couldn't help but joke to himself. He was really meant to be an assistant, and sometimes being an assistant was actually quite happy and safe, as long as his teammates were reliable. If you ignore subjective emotions, Linn feels that Sherlock is indeed a good teammate.

"This is the end."

Watson opened his mouth and spoke his mind for the two gentlemen.

"The beginning is both the end, and the end is also the beginning. Well, praise [The Mouth of Suture], the God who never stops." Sherlock sang a holy word, although Linn couldn't hear the so-called piety from his tone, But I can still feel the path Sherlock followed.

He never stops and is always on the road to solving cases and solving mysteries.

"You called me here specifically, there must be something else, right?" Linn stretched out, shook his hands out of habit, and asked Sherlock curiously.

"I thought you might need help."

The great detective nodded.

"which aspect?"

"To the extent that you feel emotional, I am the detective, Mr. Moriarty." Sherlock took out his signature pipe again. "If you want to investigate something, hiring me is definitely worth the money. I can guarantee you that there is no better detective than me in the entire [Steam City]."

"If my cat gets lost one day, I will trouble you, Mr. Sherlock." Lin took out his pocket watch and looked at the time under the bright moonlight. He had already been out for fifteen minutes. If it takes another fifteen minutes, , maybe the countess is getting impatient.

So the first thing he wants to do now is to go back.

"The cat is lost, the cat is lost, ha, Mr. Linn, you are so funny." Sherlock couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

And when he saw Lin En's plain, watery blue eyes, he gave up some subtle thoughts and changed to a relaxed and happy tone.

"Then when your cat is really lost one day, come find me again."

This should be the last time Lin En and Sherlock met during the Autumn Hunt because of the matter of shaping the demon. Watching Lin En's leaving figure, Sherlock slowly lit the pipe in his mouth, and a trace of unexplained curiosity suddenly flashed in his eyes. So, what caused Linn to undergo such a drastic change, or is this just a manifestation of Mr. Moriarty's extraordinary psychological quality?

Sherlock felt that Lynn's lost cat was in his heart at the moment. It was scratching his heart with its claws, making him always want to explore the truth.

[The Mouth of Sutures] Above, I am really becoming more and more curious about Mr. Lin En.

"Sherlock, are you interested in Mr. Lynn?"

"Yes."

"I think you should consider your archenemy first. From a distance perspective, if your archenemy comes to your door, the only thing I can do is ask you what you want your epitaph to be." Watson dragged Sherlock back. The cold reality, this iceberg bodyguard always makes Sherlock lose all his interest.

"If that day comes, there will definitely be no hope for me alone. But..."

Sherlock shrugged and took out the [Ai Zhe Incense Burner] from his palm.

"...But if Lin En is willing to maintain a rapid promotion and keep up with me, then the two of us may join forces and there may be a chance. The premise is that I must deepen my friendship with Mr. Lin En."

"Including helping him solve his troubles?"

"Including helping him solve his troubles!" Sherlock answered decisively.