Is the Evil God Me?

I don't know if it's the hidden benefits of time travel, but Lynn can clearly feel that his thinking has become faster and more accurate. Pulled out comfortably. For the mental arithmetic challenge of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of hundreds of digits, it is a good proof that this is not an illusion.

A healthy body can't help Lynn get rid of bullets, but a sharp and energetic brain can provide powerful help for him trapped in prison.

The brain's surprise to Lynn didn't stop there.

Lynn, who enjoyed the luxurious single room package he bought for 5 soules, had no intention of enjoying the semi-handmade, semi-natural bed full of original flavor. When he thought about it for the sake of his life, he was surprised that his memory seemed to A little scary good.

Anything that happened recently, any detail in it can be clearly recalled, and there is no such thing as a normal person who ignores and blurs it. The overly detailed picture is replayed in front of my eyes like a videotape, and the smell, sound, emotion, body sensation and real reproduction brought by that picture are almost the same.

It is exactly the same as the previous human condition called hyperamnesia.

Thanks to hyperamnesia, I can think of many useful things!

Sitting on the corner of the bed with both hands and knees curled up, Cuibi's slightly opened eyes flashed with thought from time to time, and Lynn habitually muttered to himself.

"The first time we met, Philip Brothers sold the stolen goods at No. 1 Squirrel Street... The client wore a black robe, concealed his body features, and his voice was that of a mature male... Negotiated the job and determined the work location."

In the picture, when the mysterious client walks around, he misses the wall sign in the alley. The height of the wall sign is one meter seventy-five. It was not raining at that time, and the dust in the alley was flying, but it did not leave the dirty stains on the other side that are common in the lower city residents. Moreover, the client also mentioned that an illiterate pickpocket is suitable for this.

A naturally classy kiss, it may feel that these street thieves do not recognize the value of stolen goods.

Indeed, the appearance of [Feng Yu Tan], which was originally used to wipe buttocks, was too hard.

"Second meeting, 18 Portobello Road, there is an antique market on this street... The client is still wearing a black robe, but this time when he paid the deposit, his left hand was exposed, and he wore a silver ring on his index finger. Cocoons and scorch marks... The floor in the midtown area is relatively clean, leaving mud marks... The mud marks under his feet are unique mud on the other side of the Yushi River..."

The next thing is that the enthusiastic citizens came into the house to help the owner move for free. The content of the move was to disappear the valuable and easy-to-carry items. At that time, Lynn's job was to look out for the wind. If there was a patrolman, he had to attract their attention and cover. The work that night was surprisingly smooth, and under the gas street lights, I never saw those windbreakers and high hats.

It seems that the [Fengteng Tantra] did not grow legs to run on its own.

Lynn shook his head with all his might, and shook his head out of the curious picture of several big white-legged ghosts running under a book.

This continent's cognition of the mystery is in a semi-public state, the regime neither admits nor denies it, and the church is strangely casual and harmonious when it preaches. In any case, at least under the legal framework of the Albion Kingdom, Lynn is more confident that he can persuade Detective Douglas to help.

"It's all for survival, if you get shot, you might not be able to go back..."

Without the slightest tiredness, he looked up just to look at the moon wheel outside the small window of the prison. A veil-like glow fell on his delicate and restless face, and then his little head lowered slowly and heavily. At what moment do I miss my little rental house where I haven't finished eating instant noodles.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think of your hometown.

It wasn't until this moment that Lynn and Li Bai truly resonated emotionally.

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Lynn Moriarty, the son of a merchant, is a very poor little guy. The gracious Mr. Douglas had the impression of him as a helpless little quail. The sluggish economy has created such a group of poor people who are bankrupt, and this prosperous [Steam City] is no exception.

Douglas looked at the poor man, and he would help him a little if he did his best, such as buying something to eat, trying to find a way to return the filial things, or using his tongue to perform his functions. He didn't feel that he would surrender his status by doing so, let alone expect to get anything in return from these poor people.

In this okay world, he can only do this.

Playing with a pen with a round belly and a serious and intimidating face, Second Detective Douglas was not in a good mood. The reason for the bad mood came from a certain mustache colleague's ability to slap his beard and horses. He lightly shook off the black cauldron on his body, but instead caused Douglas to be scolded by the superintendent.

Someone has to pay for the recent deterioration of the law and order, and this person must not be the Superintendent of Police.

'Bah, sly Anthony, a shameless villain, when he sees the superintendent, he can't wait to rush over to kneel and lick other people's boots. Hmph, the superintendent’s father, superintendent’s grandfather, he didn’t know how smooth he was shouting in private, he became a police detective by licking his mouth, and in the end, the job still fell to us. ’

When you are conscientious and conscientious, your work does not belong to you because your colleague's flattery ends up hitting you on the head, and there are no benefits such as overtime pay. Anyone will feel aggrieved and annoyed.

The Superintendent can't scold him, he's naturally rude to flatterers of the same level as him. It is a pity that Mr. Douglas is limited by the times, education, cultivation and other reasons. UU reading www.uukanshu.com Zuan dialect cannot be practiced at home. Greeting the flatterer and the flatterer family in his heart cannot make himself feel good.

Mr. Douglas, who came to work this morning, was undoubtedly unhappy.

What made him even more unhappy was that William, who came out of the underground prison with a stinky sweat on his body, dared to come to his office, this guy who sucked blood from the poor poor man.

"Officer Douglas, someone below asked me to give you a sentence." William bowed his head and bowed as he asked me to give you a sentence.

In the workplace food chain of Elba Field, the underground prison guards are the lowest existence. In layman's terms, they can scrape less oil and water.

This also led to their blood-sucking food appearances being particularly vicious and bad at times, and were despised by others who were particular about gentlemanly manners and aristocratic rules.

"Who is it?" Although Douglas hated this guy, he didn't want to make himself mean and bitter because of this.

"A young master with thin skin and tender meat, his name is Lynn Moriarty. He said he needed your help and could help you. I don't know the rest."

"Oh? It was him, why was he locked in?"

"This... It was Officer Anthony who threw him in without arraignment." William, who was trustworthy, glanced around cautiously, and immediately slipped away after speaking in a low voice.

Anthony's man? No arraignment?

Detective Douglas stopped abruptly with his thick fingers playing with the pen, his serious features flashed a smile, and it seemed that he could go and chat with little Lynn about the progress of the investigation into the disappearance of his parents. By the way, try what those greedy lawyers say about respecting the basic rights of prisoners.

'Ha, the world is really getting weirder and weirder. Do prisoners still have rights? ’