Is the Evil God Me?

"Oh!!"

Sherlock covered his eyes that were instantly congested and red, and he couldn't help but complain about Watson's atrocities while crying out in pain.

"You definitely did it on purpose! You obviously have a better way to test, and you know that my Patton technique won't hit you at all. I feel sorry for the ladies of Albion for bringing us down because of you alone. With the moral standards of all the young ladies in this country, you will definitely not be able to marry in the future, and even the [Daughter of Cups] will cast aside your brutality against a gentleman."

"Sherlock, I'm sorry. Besides, the last time you dropped a stinky balloon in my bathroom has been written off." Watson was still cold, but judging from her maddening tone, It's not hard to feel the joy of watching a shrewd partner embarrassingly pervading.

Sherlock who can beat the stinky fart in an open and honest manner.

This is very decompressing for Aurora.

In fact, it was a joke between friends who had fortune-telling and friendship. There were many times when Sherlock, who was stinky and cold, could easily make people feel that their teeth were tickling with hatred, and they really wanted to beat him up.

The worship is real, but it doesn't prevent Watson from doing what he wants.

Sherlock took a breath, and he slowly rubbed his eye sockets. Watson's punch just now wasn't very strong, and the hematoma disappeared quickly for Beyonders. If Watson had used all his strength, Sherlock's head might have been dented by a large piece, or his neck might have been broken.

"You know what hurts me the most, that is, there is a beautiful lady beside me, but every time I'm busy outside, I have to find other ladies to show my eloquence. That Miss Tulip, her I am fascinated by talent and beauty..."

Sherlock, who was completely crooked, quickly stammered and said melancholy.

"Reminder, Sherlock, you have only met fourteen ladies on this trip, and none of them have a family with tulips as their family crest." Watson continued to hit Sherlock mercilessly, she was indifferent. He pulled out a dagger from the corner of his clothes and took care of his extremely sharp nails.

"Damn, how do you remember this kind of thing so clearly?"

Sherlock couldn't help complaining, and Watson immediately changed the subject.

"What did you think of just now, did I inadvertently inspire you?"

"Oh, well, although you are mediocre in this regard, Watson, you are indeed a good inspiration." Referring to the changes just now, Sherlock adjusted the top hat on his head proudly, and then calmed down. Busy to take out the pipe. "It's just an inertial blind spot, with a small validation incidentally."

"In the previous environment, this cunning prey would choose to disguise as an object to sneak in or get away. But a clue provided by Mr. Leonardo is very interesting. After the incident, he dismissed the temporary entourage recruited locally. Yes, but it didn't match up when the people were counted afterwards."

Sherlock exhaled a puff of pale blue smoke, which was very eerie in the moonlight.

"At that time, I went to investigate and found that this person finally disappeared on the edge of the Black Forest. At first I thought it was the sacrifice of the struggle between political parties, but now it seems that this may not be the case. Replaced. I'm almost as suspicious as Mr. Moriarty about this coincidence that someone is behind it."

"But the phantom is chaotic."

Good assistant Watson picked it up without hesitation, proud of Sherlock's obsession with the plastic monster, and even brought her to see the relevant information every time she cleaned the room, and gradually became familiar with it.

After following Sherlock for a long time, although the reasoning ability is still a mess, but there is still progress.

"Yes, the essence of the plastic monster is actually a human being. Even if he often goes crazy out of control, it is always easier for him to become a human than to become an object. With this, he can easily fool a lot of people in the camp." Sherlock vaguely felt that something was wrong with this camp where the spirituality was extremely mixed, and the traces of the plastic monsters were flying everywhere.

He knew too much about plastic monsters.

This out-of-control Beyonder has always been able to slip under people's noses, perhaps not as speculated, it has completely turned into a monster. At the beginning, what he got from the pollution of the star world is still unknown, but now it seems that perhaps the plastic demon still retains a limited sense of reason.

Of course, it is also possible that in the reshaping of spirituality again and again, the plastic demon in the past has died, and now there is a new individual who gradually has wisdom.

And either way it says one thing.

That is, the plastic demon may have been secretly preparing something, and its previous actions were all disguise. Sherlock even had a very strange feeling. He always felt that the plastic demon would not be so smart, and he could just escape every time due to various coincidences~www.readwn.com~ Thinking of the Extraordinary's desire to survive after losing control...

Could it be that someone is secretly helping to shape the demon?

Sherlock's heart was clouded with suspicion. He smelled the smell of editing the script, but he couldn't find any traces. Mr. Detective seemed to hear a snicker from the **** of change. After all, he was so fickle, and the script that followed the steps was often not favored by [The Mouth of the Seam], and only accidents could make him favor.

While the big detective was smoking a pipe, Watson suddenly turned his head and stared in the direction of Gaopo.

"Sherlock, the small device I arranged was activated, and an unstable source of spiritual interference appeared... It seems that Mr. Moriarty discovered something earlier than us."

"Let's go, let's go together!"

Sherlock immediately grabbed Watson's arm, and the ruthless iceberg bodyguard immediately dragged him into the shadows and shuttled through the shadows. In the camp under the moonlight, two figures running from time to time between the shadows and the moonlight could be seen. In the blink of an eye, this move caused a little noise.

At the same time, all kinds of coincidences are happening.

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On the high slope, Lynn's waiting is a very long and boring squatting time.

When he was bored, he began to use the power of [Flower Maker] to communicate with plants and trees, to study the construction of the spirit child model, to observe and think about the interaction between the Black Holy Grail and himself, and to think about the situation that the digestion of potions was completely done by the Black Holy Grail. , whether there are omissions or unstable places.

Lynn can already feel that the power of his [Lake Fairy] is getting better and better, and even said that if he imitates the Black Holy Grail, he can completely abandon [Lake Fairy] and use [Evil] as the basis to win prizes and find a new profession Out, of course, that is to look at the face completely, the fixed-point orientation of the potion is still very important.