Is the Evil God Me?

What the hell! Sherlock won't be possessed by anything, right? !

The moment Lynn felt the suction, he took the initiative to burst into spirituality, disrupting the original coordination, and then a powerful repulsion came from the [Aizhe Incense Burner]. Lynn, who was sitting cross-legged on the grass, was directly pushed sideways for several meters, and it was only after a few rolls on the grass that he stabilized.

He couldn't wait to take a breath of the earthy air, and looked in the direction of Sherlock with some alertness.

And Sherlock, who was also pushed away with a similar attitude, also looked at Lynn with a wary expression.

Both of them saw the expressions on each other's faces that were supposed to be theirs, and they both quickly guessed what might have just happened, and both of them were exposed to the weird things in the same way.

"Four minutes and thirty seconds, your disarm time should last at least nine minutes."

Watson, who was in charge of the timekeeping, pinched the stopwatch and reported the price to be paid for using the [Aizhe Incense Burner]. Nine minutes of disarming. If this time was in battle, it would be enough for a person to die at least nine times. It's a safe environment at the moment, so don't worry too much about this issue.

"just?"

Lynn got up from the ground, patted the grass clippings on his body and asked Sherlock subconsciously.

"You can never imagine that I spent the most unforgettable four minutes and thirty seconds of my life holding a rotten corpse's hand, and that hand is still stroking my palm." Sherlock shook himself somewhat disgustingly. The palm of his hand, he was not too surprised by what had just happened.

Using [Aizhe Incense Burner] is easy to provoke some information flow in the astral world.

The perfusion of these information flows will directly lead to errors in a person's perception, and hallucinations and perception errors are common things. This kind of intrusion only needs to be cut off in time.

Generally, when Sherlock uses the [Aizhe Incense Burner] alone, there are fewer problems.

This time, the two people walked together, which attracted the attention of information flow and even some strange beings. It can only be said that their luck is really bad. Maybe the more people who use [Aizhe Incense Burner] together, the more complex the spiritual field will be. In the eyes of the demons of the astral world, it is equivalent to an out of control Beyonder, and it is easier to be attracted.

Sherlock made a quick conclusion in his mind.

"From your expression, I don't think it's a big deal, but if you give me a choice, I won't hold your hand again next time." Lynn's face was cold. Seeing that the wall of flesh is absorbed, even the whole person will be wrapped and inhaled.

Really disgusting! !

Lin En, who had just stood up, subconsciously wanted to vent his cane, but as a result, the spiritual interference made his movements froze, and he almost fell to the ground uncoordinated.

Disarm.

In essence, it was the conflict caused by the use of the [Aizhe Censer], whose spirituality was contaminated with those smokes, and it was still in rigid operation after the end of use. Not to mention mobilizing spirituality, Lynn just wanted to exercise, and his thinking seemed to be suppressed by something, at least half a beat slower than usual. The hands and feet were incoherent, the body language was weird, and the expression was weird, Lynn felt like he was a ghost, instead of being disarmed.

"Hey-hey."

With a wealth of experience in being disarmed, Sherlock was waiting for the moment when Lynn was embarrassed, and his mouth couldn't help grinning after seeing the wonderful scenery.

The little gentleman didn't need Sherlock's reminder, and quickly figured out where the border was blocked by disarming. As long as you don't try to move your spirituality quickly, and your body movements aren't too big or too intense, then there's no problem. If you try to move your spirituality while you're disarming, you don't need to say much about the end.

Body imbalance and falling are trivial matters, and that kind of momentary conflict of thinking, spiritual torture is called sour.

in this state.

Not to mention an opponent of the same level, even a child with a pistol could kill Lynn. The word disarm is really very appropriate.

"I'll omit what the touch you just held, let's talk about your discovery, if you get nothing, we have to shake hands."

The big detective couldn't help but look cold as he spoke, and the little gentleman had the same expression. Hearing that he was going to shake hands again, Lynn couldn't help but speed up a bit, and hurriedly shared his findings.

"Two, don't think about one, it's far away, probably the hunting party. The other is not far away, just on the high **** in the east. Besides these, do you have paper and pen? I also wrote down some It's the area where the active fragments are..."

"Watson."

Sherlock immediately turned to look at Watson.

The iceberg female bodyguard nodded immediately, and then under the dim sky with faint starlight, Aurora Watson took a small step back and directly dived into the shadows. Watson, who was almost at one with the shadows, her indistinct figure was like a fish diving into the water, ignoring most of the obstacles and rushing towards the eastern highlands in a straight line.

Mr. Detective closed his eyes and recalled it in his mind~www.readwn.com~ After confirming that there were multiple traps that he had set up by Watson, he was relieved.

After so many years of not being able to sleep at night, I always thought about this, and finally fell to the ground like a big rock, Sherlock couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. Watson is a Sequence 7, and catching the plastic demon who has exposed its traces is a matter of hand.

"Are we waiting here?"

Lynn felt a little regretful. If he hadn't been disarmed, he would have gone over to join in the fun. He doesn't care about merit, he just wants to enjoy the joy of victory, the sense of accomplishment in catching the prey after a lot of effort is lost, and of course there is a kind of happiness of catching Sherlock.

The first failure of your debut was actually completed with the help of Lynn Moriarty. Just thinking about Mr. Xiao is not enough!

"Otherwise, are you going to perform a dance for the plastic demon as a gift at the end of the stage play?" Sherlock dragged a chair over, sat on it, and tugged the tie on his chest, paying attention to the gentleman's demeanor. The gentleman's behavior is also enough to see how good he is.

"I'll sing him a funeral song."

Lynn said viciously, what made him uncomfortable was that Sherlock was not at all unwilling to have his prey being killed by a cow, which made Lynn's overwhelmed happiness cut in half all of a sudden.

"Take the time to rest and adjust yourself. When Watson comes back, we have to deal with another demon-shaping split. My dear Mr. Lynn, I have to study this **** incense burner. How can it be so strange for two people to use it? Just now I almost couldn't help but want to take out a gun and blow you up over there." Sherlock complained, looking at the hanging relic incense burner.

"Another split, yes..." When Lynn thought that there was a monster plastic split hidden in Emiste's side, it was difficult to achieve absolute calmness in his heart.