Chapter 486 Responsibility

Sherlock was puzzled by Lin En's avoidance of the topic, and instantly suspected that it was Lin En who was pretending to be a demon. After all, his suspicion had pointed out the direction before, and this possibility was not impossible.

Lin En, who was pointed at by a gun, felt an unnatural stinging sensation. The black muzzle of the gun was like a steel needle, approaching directly. However, as a law enforcer of the [Suppression Bureau], Lin En, who was sure that Sherlock was just bluffing and not really intending to shoot and kill him, said calmly.

"Don't guess blindly, Sherlock, your suspicion is not a result, but a verification."

"It sounds like you know me very well."

Sherlock was still bluffing to see if his suspicion was correct.

"Six candies, sequence 6, name."

Lin En, whose mood was bad enough to be described as bad, threw out the information that only they knew. Oh, now there are three people. Watson beside him ignored the two men's chattering, but turned to look at the tree trunks that were severely rubbed and scraped by the whip blade, as well as the fresh marks left by various claws. The air was full of the fresh smell of grass and trees after the fight. As a bodyguard who specializes in fighting, Watson read a very fierce fight from it.

What kind of weapon can cause this scene?

In addition, the use of abilities between the extraordinary people was not left behind.

Lynn Moriarty, an auxiliary extraordinary person, is said to have ended his two combat records in the form of tragic victories, and his combat effectiveness does not seem to be worthy of attention. This is understandable. In an era when having a gun can be a main fighter in the lower sequence, two consecutive tragic victories in battle are either special circumstances or really not suitable for this job.

Law enforcers have never been lone chivalrous vigilantes, but violent suppression agencies. Discover the target, call for support, apply for information, and if there is a suspect, first use the gun to order him to give up all actions and be arrested, otherwise empty the bullets. This can be regarded as the style of law enforcers. This practice has quickly become popular with the increase in dangerous elements with guns.

Otherwise, if a bullet worth half a penny destroyed a Beyonder cultivated with hundreds of pounds, that would be a waste of blood. The cost-effectiveness is totally different.

When Watson was tidying up Sherlock's desk, he saw some records about Moriarty. They were not detailed, but more like Sherlock's random notes on a whim. Now it seems that this information is outdated. Watson roughly replayed the scene at that time in his mind.

If Lynn had the ability to read minds, she would be surprised to find that the simulated scene in her mind was almost the same as the actual situation, except for the details.

"Now I can believe that you are Lynn." Hearing the key words that Lynn said, Sherlock loosened his hand, turned the pistol in his hand, and put it back into the holster. "Although I don't believe that you will be killed by the plastic monster, it is a detective's responsibility not to miss any possibility, no matter how outrageous it is."

"So you still don't trust me completely."

Lynn's brain automatically translated Sherlock's words and then relayed them. Sherlock winked at Watson, and the bodyguard silently went to investigate the tragic crime scene. After Watson walked a distance away, Sherlock clenched his fist and coughed lightly in front of his lips and continued.

"Your level today is very low, not like you at all."

"Now it's my turn to say, you know me very well?" Lin En squinted at the great detective, and his emotions at this moment were indeed stronger than before.

"You and I should understand that it is meaningless to try to lie in front of people like us. Lin En, you came here at least fifteen minutes earlier than Watson and I, and during this time you also fought with the murderer. Even Watson can see that the traces of the fight here are so fierce. And you, a law enforcer, a rising star of the [Suppression Bureau], didn't mention a word about the murderer after meeting us."

Sherlock didn't know whether he was laughing or angry. He tapped a thick vine on the side with his cane and laughed out loud.

"Ahaha, Lynn, what do you think of this? You are not even willing to perfunctorily deal with a gentleman with a lie. Is this Lynn Moriarty? Maybe I should tell you some names so that you can die early."

"I don't remember that our relationship was so good."

"This has nothing to do with relationship, but dignity, the dignity of a gentleman! Just like if there is a war, I will submit a letter of challenge in front of you and write Sherlock Holmes on it with a rose gold pen. Well, this must be a super script, ha, those damn Gowens must not be able to imagine the romance of the Albion gentleman!" Sherlock's hand strength increased a little more, and he seemed a little happy.

Lynn knew that he was escaping from his heart. In Sherlock's dissatisfied and disappointed eyes, he pondered and slowly spoke.

"Sometimes, the person you see is not necessarily the murderer..."

But soon the little gentleman was stunned.

Sherlock caught the flash of inspiration from Lynn's fleeting surprise. Generally, this kind of thing appears when he suddenly figured out something. Then, as expected, Lin En started to talk nonsense.

"If there is an investigation that needs cooperation, please submit a written application to the local branch of the Suppression Bureau, and the local branch will submit the application to the Steam headquarters. Once the headquarters approves it, I will do my best to cooperate with your investigation, Sherlock. Now I am a free gentleman..."

If an ordinary person had gone through such a long paragraph, he would have been dizzy.

But Sherlock was obviously not an ordinary person.

He frowned and thought for half a second, then he accurately extracted the key information and asked Lin En directly.

"You mean, you don't want to talk about this now?"

If there was a voice-over, it would be hilarious now.

"Well, you can understand it this way. I really have to go back, Sherlock."

"..."

Sherlock looked at Lin En, who was about to leave, with a very strange look, as if he was an alien visitor. Suddenly, Mr. Detective said to the back of Mr. Little.

"Lin En, I have to remind you that if the changes in the demon shaping are related to someone you know, you must have noticed something. It is not necessarily a good thing to carry it alone, it is better to say it out."

Lin En couldn't help but pause when he heard it.

Then he nodded, said nothing, and walked towards the outside of the Black Forest with his head raised and his chest held high again.

"A gentleman's responsibility... I really can't hate you. I hope your flash of inspiration is not a bad thing, Lynn Moriarty."