Chapter 485 On Time

Lin En had never had this kind of experience. In this complex environment where the moonlight flickered and darkness occasionally changed, he was facing off against an enemy who wanted his own life. He could detect each other in his perception. Both sides are quite trying to avoid the situation, but obviously delaying this point is definitely not a loss for Lin En.

He didn't believe that the plastic demon was willing to continue spending time with him here.

Especially after I gave it a not-so-little trauma.

Smell blood and feel.

The little gentleman's nose was filled with the lifeless blood of the plastic demon. The blood was flowing non-stop. It was obvious that it had not had time to bleed after it was torn off a piece of bone and flesh alive. The gray blood was in the forest. It was so conspicuous in En's eyes. I don't know if it was the influence of [Bloodline of Doom], but Lin En became a little curious about the blood of the plastic demon and wanted to study it.

I don’t know how many times the wind blew in my ears.

After a certain moment, Lin En looked startled, and the feeling that had just stirred up blood suddenly disappeared. It's like watching a video where a character suddenly disappears through editing.

It quickly stopped the bleeding from the wound and then escaped.

He was not too surprised that the bloodletting spell formed by his own blood was easily dispelled, because if those things were not added up, they would be fatal to ordinary people, and the impact on the spiritual self-disruption of extraordinary beings might be dispersed.

Lin En was not in a hurry to lean out from behind the bunker. He still held the grenade in his hand that could kill it. This was probably one of its smoke bombs. Maybe once he let down his guard, the plastic monster would do the same thing. He would take his own life again. Since his life was at stake, he couldn't be too careful.

I squatted for another five minutes.

His nose could still smell the smell of fresh sawdust and rust in the air. Linn's overloaded senses and spiritual warnings reminded him over and over again that the plastic demon had escaped and there was no need for him to fight with the air anymore. Fight bravely.

But Lynn simply ignored the light-hearted reminder.

He appears to be extremely stubborn when it comes to bottom line issues. Only after he is sure and reaffirmed can he let down his guard. Suppressing the impatience in his heart and wanting to go out and take a look, Lin En glanced at the flesh and blood of the plastic demon that had completely turned into ashes. He saw with his own eyes how it was completely blown away by a gust of disturbing wind.

A dead thing completely lacking in spirituality...

Lin En was not too surprised. Generally, the flesh and blood of extraordinary people who are out of control actually rely on their spirituality to support their disordered growth and changes. There is no reference at all. If the spirituality is withdrawn, their flesh and blood will be destroyed. It will also turn into the ashes of corruption. However, it cannot be generalized. Some extraordinary creatures appear extremely weird physically, which is exactly the opposite of spiritual support. It can only be said that in the extraordinary field, everything is possible.

Especially after Linn visited the epic scrolls of the elves and witnessed many wonders, he no longer had any doubts about what the extraordinary could do.

When Lin En confirmed through the insect buzzing and spiritual scanning impact that the plastic demon had really left, he moved his body out from behind the tree trunk bit by bit, and re-inserted the latch of the grenade in his hand. , stopped the activation process. The benefits from [Lamp Holder] are as reliable as its reputation.

Soon, Linn accelerated the process of leaning out.

He even had the leisure to fiddle with his clothes and messy platinum hair. As a gentleman, he had to maintain his image in front of outsiders, especially in front of an unpleasant detective. He didn't do anything about it. He didn't want the other party to see that he was in trouble.

But correspondingly, Lin En's face looked a little bad.

Shaper, Amiste...

Lin En couldn't help but take a long breath, shook his hands, and slowly exited the overloaded state. He couldn't help but feel a little reluctant to leave. It's like when you return to the level of a classic machine after enjoying the computing power of a super CPU, you will naturally be a little reluctant and irritable.

Overloading feels good for a while, and overloading keeps feeling good. The final result is that it feels so good.

It didn’t mean that Linn had to wait too long.

Probably just when the wound from the tiger's mouth had scabbed over, and new shoots were sprouting to repair the wound on the lower side, the shadows in the dense forest squirmed, and the next moment Watson, dragging Sherlock, appeared in the forest clearing. Nearby, the power of hiding and running with the help of shadows made Linn couldn't help but take a few more glances.

This ability is not common nowadays.

The main reason is that more and more extraordinary people are unwilling to join the assassin assassination school because they have no use for it. It is better to use a gun and become a scholar, so that they can brag about their achievements.

"You are more punctual than the gentlemen at Elba Field."

Before Sherlock could recover, Linn sent him a sarcastic greeting.

They are even more punctual than the patrolmen at Elba Field. This is a mockery of the fact that the policemen are usually invisible, but when they are cleaning the ground or suppressing people, they are punctual.

"It looks like you are as elegant as the secretaries on No. 10 now."

Sherlock was obviously not the type who wouldn't retaliate when he was scolded. He must have been distracted and his sharp eyes were darting around, and at the same time he responded to Linn's sarcasm with the grace of a civil servant.

Iceberg Beauty Watson couldn't help but feel speechless and choked.

She thought Sherlock and Moriarty were friends, but that didn't seem to be the case. The two gentlemen seemed to be constantly at odds with each other.

"I guess you must have seen something." Sherlock saw at a glance that there had been a fierce battle here, which could be judged from the grass and trees that were torn and cut by various violent forces. The careful detective could even guess part of the situation at that time from the scattered distribution of shells on the ground.

The object that Lin En was fighting at that time obviously had an understanding and response to guns and guns.

In the words of the great detective.

Mr. Moriarty's expression at this time was as if someone had stepped on his tail. This was the first time he was so emotional.

"You go inside, this direction, and walk another fifty meters so that you can see the victim." Lin En's voice couldn't help but become dry. After the end of the gene lock, his body, even with a spell like War Inspiration to smooth out the trauma, his spirit was not good.

He had to work hard to adjust to this gap.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"Are you playing dumb? Mr. Lin, you should know that's not what I'm talking about. What about the plastic monster? Or, you are actually transformed from the plastic monster now?" Sherlock took out a gun and pointed it at Lin without knowing when. From the surging warning coming from the spiritual level again, it can be seen that Sherlock is not pretending.