Chapter 371 American Cockroach Sherlock

When you are enjoying a good time, suddenly an American cockroach flies over. This is probably how Mr. Linn feels at this moment.

Sherlock is the American cockroach.

"Tsk..."

From this smacking sound, it was easy to tell that nearly half of Linn's good mood one morning was ruined, and the other half of his good mood was ruined by the movement of Sherlock, who was waving happily over there, walking over.

Sherlock, who couldn't be called an enemy but could barely be regarded as a collaborator, came closer, and Linn couldn't continue his sima-like face. With excellent facial expression management, he changed his face in almost two seconds. With an impeccable gentlemanly smile, he greeted him warmly.

The head maid who witnessed the whole process almost bit her tongue.

She swore that Lynn's face just felt like kneading dough.

"My friend, Sherlock, I've seen you a long time ago. How is it here? Have you experienced the beautiful natural scenery?" Lin En took a step forward and held the great detective's hand. His enthusiasm was just like the current one. As sincere as the sun.

"Lynn, I don't know how to express my happiness."

Sherlock directly gave Lin En a big hug. His deliberate action immediately made the lady behind him react. The inorganic eyes without much emotion flicked from the young gentleman's scalp. He really felt it. The creepy feeling of being scraped by a sharp blade.

The woman named Aurora Watson quickly withdrew her penetrating eyes.

Lin En's heart beat faster and he felt it. That woman was definitely an assassin-type extraordinary person. Otherwise, she would not have given him such a strong sense of threat. The intuitive feelings in terms of sequence were similar. It was either Sequence 8 or Sequence 7. Where is Sherlock? How lucky you are to have such a beautiful and powerful lady by your side?

A certain gentleman who was surrounded by many equally handsome and powerful ladies complained shamelessly in his heart.

"You have so much arrogance."

Sherlock glanced at the maids traveling on Linn's side, and seemed to speak in an envious tone, completely treating Linn as his friend.

"Cough." Aurora coughed suddenly.

Immediately, Sherlock became more serious and looked back at Lin En and continued.

"Let's go for a walk, I think you won't refuse."

"Of course, I am not a lawbreaker and would be afraid of the famous detective Mr. Sherlock. The latest case you solved in the Mirror impressed me deeply. You overturned the entire case with just a drop of blood. It is admirable. "Lynn follows the good example. Since he can't avoid it, he must actively deal with it. At least he should understand what the great detective is doing and whether he is here for him.

Lin En, who is suffering from a paranoia, always feels that Sherlock wants to kill me.

The two gentlemen were walking among the lively crowd, and the beauties behind them gathered together. Both of them looked good, perfectly in line with the definition of gentleman and beauty in this era, and naturally attracted a lot of attention.

It's like a model going on tour.

If the content of the humble conversation between the two could be ignored, everything was in perfect harmony.

"Can you let an idle person go to disperse you like last time? Being with you and being noticed by so many people is too exaggerated for a humble person like me." Lin En, who was knocked back, tried to deal with Sherlock first. You should have some initiative, otherwise you will be led by the other party.

"Oh, don't make things difficult for me like a soul-seeking demon. If I can be by your side and successfully make so many people ignore us without any memory errors, then I don't have to do anything in the [Destiny Bureau]. So hard work.”

Sherlock said he couldn't do it.

At the same time, he commented casually that most of the elf bows and arrows here are inferior products, and they dare to sell them without even putting down the bowstring. A real elf would definitely hang these merchants and hawkers on the highest branch of an oak tree when they see them.

"Then why did you come to Beifeng Town? Have you got the inspiration to write a new script? Do you need my friendly guest appearance?" Lin En continued to test, while pointing out that elves are not barbarians who would paint their bodies with paint. The face that destroys business.

Faced with these two plague gods, the merchants and vendors could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

"Don't think of me as a workaholic." Sherlock was a little speechless at Lynn's caution. It was obvious that their beginning was so good.

"oh?"

Linn looked like you were lying.

"I'm here to hunt." Sherlock said seriously, and he flashed his cane and the revolver on his waist.

"Where is the territory of the Holmes family? I'll pay it a visit the next day." This was a mockery of Sherlock, who was not a nobleman or a wealthy businessman at all. He must have had other purposes for coming here to participate in the autumn hunt.

"My prey is often unique. There are many of them. Some are cunning, some are savage, some are ferocious, some are ugly, some make people want to track them down, and some are..." Sherlock looked at the store that openly sold guns and ammunition. In the glass display case, he seemed to like a rifle named Makita, and then looked at Linn slightly sideways. "...It gives me a sense of excitement as a rival. After all, being a hunter for a long time will inevitably lead to loneliness. I always want someone to play with me."

‘Why are you looking at me? ’

Linn thought Sherlock was here to hunt.

A wave of nausea and vomiting came over him. He felt that Sherlock was similar to him. Lynn was once a person who was somewhat obsessed with the desire to win or lose. He enjoyed the intracranial climax brought by the game of winning or losing. At that time, he used this desire to win or lose as the motivation for his work in the [Suppression Bureau].

However, during the incident in the Lower City, being suspended and investigated made Lynn rationally understand the world. He no longer valued personal victory or defeat as before. He had more worthy goals to strive for.

Sherlock was a genius, even more talented than a cheating genius like himself, but such a genius was still an extraordinary person. If this continued for a long time, he might burn out in an extremely brilliant way. This could not but be said to be a kind of sadness.

However, Lynn did not affect his rationality. Pity is the most luxurious emotion. When a person has pity for another person, it is difficult to deal with others with an equal and rational attitude.

"Sherlock, do you know why the human eye is very sensitive to green shadows?"

Lynn aimed at a crossbow. Compared with a gun, he had a special liking for this kind of cold weapon that should be retro in his memory. Before crossing over, Lin En often took time to go to the archery hall, but his grades were very poor.

"Are you talking about a sense of crisis?"

Sherlock was very smart and thought of the answer almost instantly.

The human eye is most sensitive to green shadows, because in the evolution of upright apes, they often have to face hunters hidden under green leaves. If they were not sensitive to this, they would have been eliminated and extinct long ago.

"Yes, you are hunting, and the identities of prey and hunter can be reversed at any time."