Is the Evil God Me?

"What about the bad news?"

Through the hazy smoke, Lynn's vision as clear as the sunshine in the field seemed to be able to shred all the illusoryness, and directly projected it onto Sherlock's slightly blurred facial features. Every time he swallowed the clouds, those eyes were always extremely sharp, so sharp that they did not have enough psychological quality, and it was easy to feel guilty in front of him.

It just so happens that Lynn is known for his will. After fighting with the world, with himself, and with others, his will is like a rough diamond that has been polished and polished, and now he can vaguely see its beauty.

"The bad news is that there are traces of the plastic monster sinking here." Sherlock didn't sell out, and the bad news came out.

"where?"

Lynn frowned, he quickly cut to the spiritual vision, but what he saw was a normal messy and chaotic appearance. Whether it was spirituality or sexuality, it looked very normal and within the scope of common sense.

"all."

Sherlock took a deep breath, and then let it out, his heart tensed at this answer.

"You don't know enough about the plastic monster to know what kind of spiritual traces he leaves in the places where he haunts. It's like a normal person who can't tell the path of snakes in the forest. I know what you want to say, I will teach you now. How can you accurately identify the remaining traces of the plastic demon?"

"It's rare for us to have a tacit understanding."

The corners of Lynn's mouth twitched, and he felt that Sherlock suddenly looked a little more pleasing to the eye, um, just a little bit.

"Have you practiced spiritual stacking well? I know that your spiritual manipulation is very good. In the [Suppression Bureau], you are recognized as a person who expects to quickly hit the median sequence." The detective let go of his pipe. He put away the pipe that Watson had given him, and snapped his hands as if he wanted to have a Battonian showdown with Lynn on the spot.

"It shouldn't be worse than you."

In terms of spiritual control and manipulation, the self-confidence of the little gentleman, who has already had a good time at the angel level, is very strong.

"That's much simpler. You expand your spiritual vision, and then when you observe traces of spirituality and sexuality, choose to gradually reduce the intensity of your spiritual vision, and then you will be able to find clues."

Lynn didn't talk nonsense, and adjusted his spiritual vision according to Sherlock's instructions.

With his fine and quick operation, he noticed something was wrong almost as soon as he got the prompt. In his gradually diminishing spiritual vision, there are many seemingly natural spiritual traces that are emphasized and generally reflected. These traces entangle up and down, left and right, and stay in the air for a long time without dispersing.

Are these the traces of the plastic demon?

"So simple?"

"This simple method was discovered after we spent a month at the scene of several murders of the demon-shaping. Normal people close their spiritual vision all at once, and it just happened to take advantage of this loophole."

Sherlock said that we should be a group of people who are unwilling to give up on the plastic monsters. Many of them are relatives and friends of the victims. Because of their lack of ability, they can only provide help to Sherlock, hoping that he will catch the plastic monsters one day. , let him get the justice he deserves.

Never underestimate the efforts of a group of people, especially when this is about blood feuds.

Sherlock can calmly admit that he was able to support such a fast pursuit of the traces of the plastic demon, and it was with the help of other people. Otherwise, relying on the strength of one person, is definitely not as fast as it is now, and he will take the share of other people and capture the plastic monster.

"Then, could it be contamination? I didn't mean to deny you, but Leonardo is a courtesan, he is the son of the Labour Party, I am afraid there are no people in this camp that he has not come into contact with, including me. "Lynn turned his head and looked around, and he noticed that he also had traces of demon plastic on his body.

Raising reasonable doubts, he began to walk outside the tent, where he had to compare these interesting traces.

"Judging from the traces, there should be relatively close contact, or even direct contact, and the possibility of contamination from a distance is relatively small... The chaos of the plastic monster seems to be disorderly to disrupt spirituality, but its disruption is relatively If you use force, you will leave deeper traces, and sometimes it is something very simple, but it is difficult to understand if you don't understand it."

Sherlock answered behind Lynn.

When Lynn walked out of the tent, all the chaos in the camp, the spirituality that came with it, the gathering and disintegration of the nature, merged with the chaos created by the plastic monster, and was quickly diluted and dispersed, far less condensed than in the tent.

Seeing what was almost a drop of ink spilling into the water, Lynn suddenly understood why Sherlock was so sneaky before, staring at the old ass. The traces of the plastic demon are like a slightly different leaf in the jungle, and it is different after closer inspection.

"Every time the plastic demon moves, it is spiritually stable and can't hold on anymore. It needs to kill others to obtain spiritual topological stability~www.wuxiaspot.com~ To be honest, it's amazing, if it weren't for its out-of-control It is uncontrollable, and many Beyonders hope to use it to study the loss of control and stability of spirits.”

Sherlock also opened up his spiritual vision. The information that filled his vision filled his brain with the feeling that every time he was several times more enjoyable than smoking crows.

He used to have frequent headaches.

But when he started to think and started to build the spirit child model, he was no longer troubled by the headache, he had already controlled his will and made it rational and clean.

"If we don't act fast, and it succeeds, it will completely disappear the traces, slip through the fingers, and then wait for the next attack to destroy."

"I know, so to deal with this kind of monster that can be transformed into an item, how to find him. The gravel on the beach must be a little different to choose."

Lynn licked his lips, and he lost his sense of security.

Before seeing this scene with his own eyes, he didn't feel anything about the plastic monsters, but after seeing the scattered traces of the camp almost everywhere, Lynn was like a cockroach in his private territory. He can't wait to say Find it right away, and slap anxiety with a slipper.

"Find the place where the traces are most dense, and then use spirituality to conduct a directional impact check." Sherlock proposed the most effective method.

But Lynn also understood that this was the dumbest way.

No wonder he was looking for a helper.

Otherwise, in such a big camp, playing hide-and-seek with the plastic demon would probably have drained Sherlock and Watson, and he would not be able to find where the plastic demon was hiding. With Lynn involved, the pressure can be greatly relieved.

With no evaluation of this method in his heart, Lynn suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Sherlock, I want to ask, is it possible that the plastic demon could be controlled and used by someone?"