Is the Evil God Me?

Lynn saw with his own eyes how an unwilling law enforcement officer in a small town changed from the appearance of a retreating ruffian, with a few words and strong body language, to become high-spirited and excited, as if he was about to devote himself to a great and glorious cause. Like that, there were tears of excitement in his eyes.

He was 100% sure that Sherlock must have collected data and information in advance, and observed some valuable and easily manipulated targets.

Probably on the list myself.

In fact, Lynn guessed right, Sherlock did have a small book of such an important goal, and Mr. Moriarty was among the best in it, belonging to a high-value unit.

With the permission of Antoine's leadership, the excited man directly cooperated with Sherlock on the spot, and the first scene of Leonardo's tent was naturally open to the two gentlemen.

"Guess what I just saw? I almost thought I saw a gentleman from the zoo, oh sorry, the gentleman from the House of Commons giving a speech that was so heart-warming. I actually had a speech too, and that was my struggle, everything from prison Let's start talking." Lynn showed his humorous cells, he imitated a certain mustache, and the body language of squeezing your **** was so contagious that he was ill.

"Is there a difference between the lower house and the zoo?"

Sherlock couldn't fully understand Lynn's humor, and his evaluation of Lynn's action was that it was very powerful, and it would be good if it could be added to the speech.

One thing to say, Lynn was really bored to study the facial expressions and body language of the mustache's speech, but the world speech at that time did not have such a fanatical living space, so he ran to study how to play the accordion, it turned out that during the meeting Playing the accordion is pretty good.

Antoine's enthusiasm for Sherlock is probably more intense than that of his own father.

Lynn seriously doubted that if Sherlock told Antoine that someone who was shot could start a glorious new life, he would also execute it. In fact, looking at it critically, Sherlock's ability is quite good. He can change a person's state of mind. If he doesn't use it maliciously, it's easy to say that it can help those who are bound by different emotions and even concepts to get out of the predicament.

This ability was actually Lynn's dream.

When I wanted to help someone important...

It's just that he doesn't need it anymore. Sometimes something is late, and it won't give you the slightest consolation. It's more like fate's ridicule to you.

I don't know what I recalled, but Lynn's originally calm expression was a little gloomy. Along with Antoine and Sherlock, Lynn also walked into the big tent.

As soon as he entered, Lynn saw blood.

Shocking spray-like bloodstains, drip-like bloodstains, and flowing bloodstains, the information contained in these blood instantly broke into Lynn's brain like a living report. He couldn't help squinting his eyes, looking at the dirt footprints on the tent carpet, and felt that his blood pressure tended to rise.

"Mr. Leonardo was taken to the enforcer's camp for questioning and investigation, and some guys who saw the girl run out of the tent, some heard voices. According to those people, the girl was caught by Mr. Leonardo. Pulling her hair, she stabbed her body with a dining knife, and when she came out, she was covered in blood, Mr. Sherlock... She fell in the outer circle."

Antoine pointed to a circle of grass outside the tent.

Encircled by the rope, it is indeed possible to vaguely see a large piece of blood.

Sherlock was obviously a little unhappy by the **** scene, he asked casually while pacing the tent.

"Witnesses said they were stabbed by the hair?"

"Yes."

On one side, Lin En squatted down silently. Although he said that the scene was really bad, he could still roughly see something through the bloodstain.

Sherlock glanced at Lynn, who was unconsciously serious, and motioned for Antoine to follow him. This man who wanted to do a career with the big detective was very obedient. He knew that he was just catching the little thief, and it was right to live with Sherlock in this environment.

With the pendant Antoine, Sherlock walked in the other direction.

His sharp knife-like eyes seemed to have traveled through time, returning to the time of the incident yesterday, when the folds on the carpet and the collision of furniture collapsed, they all seemed to be going backwards in time in his head, pulled back by invisible threads, and were following Antoine's inaccurate retelling was refactored in conjunction with the scene.

The big detective quickly came to the bed, and after a careful observation, he wiped a small tuft of hair from the ground on one side. He took out a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at the head of the strand of hair.

Sherlock stood up quickly.

"Antoine, you're about the same size, you're standing here... yes, that's it, you stand in front of the bed, and you do this, hands down a little... yes, that's it~www.readwn.com ~ Shake it off first."

Lynn was squatting not far away, and he watched Sherlock play with Antoine like a puppet, asking the law enforcement officer of this small town to keep doing certain actions. To be honest, these two people are quite close, and they are inexplicably a bit wretched. The little gentleman shook his head quickly, he felt that he was too dirty.

After Antoine threw his hands three or four times, Sherlock, whose eyes were glowing, stopped him. He compared the collapsed direction of the furniture in that direction and the folds of the carpet, showing a shrewd smile.

Lynn yawned a little bored.

He knew what Sherlock was doing, reconstructing the crime scene, which should have something to do with the extraordinary ability of his profession. In theory, he can do it, but the scene has been destroyed many times, and some of the evidence may have been taken away or defaced. His memory palace cannot do this kind of interpretation.

However, Lynn is not without gains. The blood on the ground is very interesting, and some clues can be seen by comparing with the rough testimony.

Solving the case is not difficult, the difficulty is that this kind of conspiracy and then killing the other party is really too dirty. It is estimated that you need to save some time to speak for Leonardo. This is a dirty game, even if it proves innocence. , people are more willing to believe the truth they want to believe.

Lynn suddenly realized that he knew why Sherlock chose Antoine.

There is a tacit understanding that this game will not become bigger, and if a small local law enforcement officer can find evidence, it can just give both sides a step down.

If it is from the top, it will only make things bigger.

For Antoine, this is truly a pie in the sky. However, after this time, he can only stand firmly in the Labour Party camp in matters big and small. For law enforcement officers in small places, this is actually not a good thing.