Is the Evil God Me?

Lynn hurriedly left the countess' tent, the words of the talented countess still echoed in his head, and his heart couldn't help speeding up a little. If the verification that he told Sherlock this morning was just a vague general direction, then now he has a clear goal.

He subconsciously took out his watch, and the time on it made him frown.

The little gentleman quickly stopped a maid in the camp who was suspected of being paid to fish. He did not accuse the master of exploiting this behavior, but asked briefly.

"Where's Meredith?"

"She has gone to the town to buy."

Every day at noon, the head maid would go to the town to pick up supplies, and to see what was missing and to make up for it, he would list it in advance, so Lynn's idea of ​​hitchhiking fell through. Without a hitch, he can only ride a horse. At this time, Lynn misses the second-hand electric donkey that he used to cross. Although the dashboard is cracked, it can compete with a motorcycle when driving. He even doubts his second-hand electric donkey. The eDonkey is not modified.

When you have experienced riding a high-speed rail, the scenery on both sides is blurred and backward, or when you are no longer able to speed on the highway, or after the speed of a motorcycle that can make your heart soar, you will break your neck at most when riding a horse, rather than directly The speed at which the blood was blurred into a paste, the speed of this horse may even be 60 miles on average.

It's different from the kind of war horse in the movie that sprints with full force. In reality, as long as the horse runs at full speed for about ten minutes, the body can't stand it, and it must slow down and cool down.

After all, forcing carbon-based life and steel creations to compete for output power, it is indeed necessary to go to the hospital and go to the psychiatry department.

Lynn rode out of camp.

There was a person standing in the shadow of a high place watching Lynn leave, it seemed like an elf ranger riding a horse in an epic legend.

Perhaps the potion that Lynn chose at the beginning was [Forest Ranger], which might be more suitable for him.

"Lynn has left."

Like a conjuration, the shadowy figure behind Sherlock suddenly appeared, as if she had always been there, but without attracting visual attention. The Iceberg lady was always able to erase her sense of existence very well. Today, when the latent assassination Beyonders are rapidly declining, Watson's existence is almost as rare as that of ancient knights.

"Then just wait for his news, good or bad."

Sherlock was leaning against the tree and smoking a cigarette in a leisurely manner, and he was not at all embarrassed by being blasted out of the camp by a group of maids in the morning with guns pointed at his head. He was still the wise and exploitative detective.

Hearing Sherlock's words, Watson obviously paused.

"I thought you wouldn't allow your obsessive prey to be touched by others."

"My dear Watson, I've already passed the age of 16. I won't be like a dead brain who can't control his emotions and delineate what prey to death." Sherlock smoked strong tobacco and lowered the brim of his hat. He silently revealed a strange smile.

He still has something to say, that is, Lynn is much more interesting than the demon plasticizer.

"Have the trap been laid out?"

"Yeah, but I don't quite understand. Besides in the camp, why did you let me set up traps in the forest. According to the ability of the plastic monster, it should stay quietly in the camp and wait to be taken away." Watson said a little. I don't understand, she knows the information about the demon plasticizer, and Sherlock knows it better than she does.

And Sherlock has never been a person who can do nothing.

Breathing out a puff of smoke, Sherlock with sharp eyes in the light blue smoke was like a spectator who got away from the incident. After arranging everything quietly and indifferently, he observed the direction of things.

"The way of change is in one mind."

"What strange words are you talking about? Is this an Albion language?" Watson ruined the mysterious atmosphere that Sherlock had mobilized in one sentence. She habitually took out a dagger to fix her nails.

"Uh, what I mean is that the change of the plastic monster is far worse than the real change. As long as I count one step ahead of it, it will fall into the trap by itself."

"Can such a long sentence be compressed into such a short sentence?"

Sherlock was left speechless for a while by his good partner, and he could only shut his mouth depressed. However, Sherlock always felt that the upcoming scene had a sense of sight. How should I put it, the tension of the drama and the unexpected turning point, these are the elements of the best script.

Sometimes, as the audience can see more clearly, how desperate those puppets who are deeply trapped in the script are.

He felt that the plastic demon was now the puppet who was still giggling.

The turning point is so amazing...

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The horse under Lynn is a dead dog today. Because it doesn't run fast enough, there are not many whips, and the gap from the level of life makes this animal resist, and it can only run hard~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Pray for the two-legged beast on the back to give me a little more comfortable blessing.

The goal is clear, Ocean Pavilion.

The dusty Lynn still had an aura of running, and he came to the Ocean Pavilion and pushed the door straight in.

"Where's Atalie?"

Lynn caught the first maid she saw.

The eldest sister lifted her skirt subconsciously and replied.

"Miss Atari is in the Astronomy Room, do you need me to inform her?" Strictly speaking, Atari is a guest, so Mr. Lynn, who has the same status as the master, can naturally summon her.

"No, I'll go over by myself... By the way, take care of the horse outside the door for me. I'll use it later." As Lynn ran up the stairs, he didn't forget to tell the maid to do the next thing. .

The maid eldest sister couldn't help scratching her head, as if Mr. Lynn was particularly anxious today?

When Lynn found Atari in the planetarium room who was reading the fairy epic on a daily basis, she was finishing the translation and further polishing and annotation. Looking at Lynn who was in a hurry, Atari couldn't help frowning in confusion.

"Lynn? What's the matter with you, is there a bear chasing you behind you?"

"I'd rather be a bear."

Lynn subconsciously complained and then continued.

"Don't worry about it for now, Atari, do you know where the two paintings of me and Amiste are?" As soon as Lynn opened his mouth, he realized that he had made a mistake, and hurriedly patched up before Atali opened his mouth. "I heard from the maid that you seem to have taken those two paintings. I want to verify something."

"You just came back. I wanted to send someone over to tell you, so there's no need."

Atari closed the parchment scroll in her hand, she stared at Lynn seriously, and said word by word.

"There's something wrong with those two paintings."