Chapter 525 Solving Troubles

Watson and Sherlock were walking slowly outside the camp. It was probably because of Mr. Detective's uninvited visit that the girls in the camp could not help but look at this not-so-gentlemanly man with tinted glasses, looking at him like an American cockroach.

Sherlock, by his own strength, successfully made the maids regard him as the public enemy of the camp. It must be said that this is a talent in a sense.

Because of the experience of being asked out once, Mr. Detective obviously didn't want to get close to here.

It didn't take long to tangle.

Lin En ran out with a hint of anger. Watson, who had a sly eye, immediately distinguished from some details that poor Mr. Lin En should have been disturbed by his partner, which also meant that the next conversation might be a little angry. Sherlock also smelled the sweet floral scent that came with Lin En. His dog nose twitched twice, and he threw a bag over before Lin En opened his mouth.

A rude and effective interruption.

The little gentleman walked out of the camp with the evil fire in his heart not much subsided. He subconsciously raised his hand and grabbed the bag thrown by Sherlock, and his attention was also diverted along with the bag.

Lin En did a move that he rarely did before. He put his middle finger and index finger together, and then rubbed them on his thumb. This gesture was an internationally accepted gesture before the time travel. Generally speaking, if you see this gesture in the body language of some law enforcers, it means that no matter whether you have violated the rules or not, you need to make a small contribution to satisfy some of the law enforcers' demands, otherwise you will always be in violation.

Of course, that kind of situation is very rare, at least Lin En has never encountered it directly.

He now uses this action to test the thickness of the paper material in the bag, so as to estimate the sincerity represented by it.

"Is this given to me by the locals?" Feeling good sincerity, the value is about 200 gold pounds. After estimating the financial expenditure of the local [Suppression Bureau] branch, Lin En felt that the bag in his hand was very heavy.

"Yes, it's yours."

Sherlock obviously also got his sincerity. For Sherlock, who only eats the [Weaving Bureau]'s dead salary and occasionally works as a detective to make extra money, such a small amount of money is a good reward. Besides, he was originally prepared to be a live **.

"Compared to sincerity, I actually care more about the truth." Although there was nothing wrong with Sherlock's words, when Lin En heard them, he always felt that this guy was playing tricks on him because he had the rich Countess behind him.

Then, at Sherlock's invitation, Lin En went to join in the fun and take a look at the convoy that was going to transport the plastic monster back to Shuisha City overnight for temporary imprisonment.

Of course, as a winner, he came to check out the last journey of the prey he captured with his own hands.

The plastic monster's cage was covered with a curtain. At this moment, the ball of flesh and the curious scene of human faces growing out and shrinking back were not suitable for too many people to watch, even if it was verified that there was no pollution from the extraordinary. In fact, in this damn dangerous world, sometimes the thoughts of many people may really cause some strange appearances.

Fortunately, this kind of strange appearance is often just a slight illusion, and it will be fine as long as the extraordinary person walks around and dispels it with spirituality.

Lin En seemed to be able to see through the curtain the many eyes of the plastic monster staring at him with resentment and despair.

This matter...

The young gentleman glanced at Sherlock and Watson, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart. He was really destined to be a support, and sometimes being a support was actually quite happy and safe, as long as his teammates were reliable. If you ignore subjective emotions, Lynn thinks Sherlock is indeed a good teammate.

"It's over."

Watson spoke up and spoke for the two gentlemen.

"The beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning. Well, praise [the mouth of the suture], the god who never stops." Sherlock sang a holy word. Although Lynn couldn't hear the so-called piety in his tone, he could still feel the path Sherlock followed.

He will never stop, and he has been on the road of solving cases and solving puzzles.

"You called me here on purpose, there must be something else, right?" Lynn stretched his waist, shook his hands habitually, and asked Sherlock curiously.

"I think you may need help."

The great detective nodded.

"What aspect?"

"In the aspect where you feel emotional, I am a detective, Mr. Moriarty." Sherlock took out his iconic pipe again. "If you want to investigate something, hiring me is definitely worth the money. I can assure you that there is no better detective than me in the entire [Steam City]."

"If my cat gets lost one day, I will trouble you, Mr. Sherlock." Lin En took out his pocket watch and looked at the time in the bright moonlight. He had been out for fifteen minutes. If it was another fifteen minutes, the countess might get impatient.

So the first thing he wanted to do now was to go back.

"The cat is lost, the cat is lost, ha, Mr. Lin En, you are so humorous." Sherlock couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

And when he saw Lin En's blue eyes as calm as water, he gave up some subtle ideas and changed to a relaxed and happy tone.

"Then when your cat is really lost one day, come find me again."

This should be the last time Lin En and Sherlock met during the Autumn Hunt because of the matter of shaping the demon. Watching Lin En's leaving figure, Sherlock slowly lit the pipe in his mouth, and a trace of unexplained curiosity suddenly flashed in his eyes. So, what caused Linn to undergo such a drastic change, or is this just a manifestation of Mr. Moriarty's extraordinary psychological quality?

Sherlock felt that Lynn's lost cat was in his heart at the moment. It was scratching his heart with its claws, making him always want to explore the truth.

[The Mouth of Sutures] Above, I am really becoming more and more curious about Mr. Lin En.

"Sherlock, are you interested in Mr. Lynn?"

"Yes."

"I think you should consider your archenemy first. From a distance perspective, if your archenemy comes to your door, the only thing I can do is ask you what you want your epitaph to be." Watson dragged Sherlock back. The cold reality, this iceberg bodyguard always makes Sherlock lose all his interest.

"If that day comes, there will definitely be no hope for me alone. But..."

Sherlock shrugged and took out the [Ai Zhe Incense Burner] from his palm.

"...But if Lin En is willing to maintain a rapid promotion and keep up with me, then the two of us can join forces and there may be a chance. The premise is that I must deepen my friendship with Mr. Lin En."

"Including helping him solve his troubles?"

"Including helping him solve his troubles!" Sherlock answered decisively.