Blame me for being too attractive

Feeling helpless, Meeks suddenly discovered a lighter appeared out of thin air on the ground behind Sherlock.

And when Sherlock wanted to take a few steps back to look at the portrait from a distance, he obviously found this thing that seemed to have fallen from the sky.

If it were someone else, you might feel that you didn’t notice it due to negligence before, or you skipped it because you didn’t look carefully, and you might even doubt yourself for a second.

But Sherlock can't, he remembers very clearly that there were no lighters here before, the Memory Palace testifies.

"What is this?" Sherlock picked up the lighter and asked Meeks.

Although it looks like an ordinary lighter, someone's ordinary lighter will appear out of thin air.

Meeks: Would you believe me if I told you that this is the weapon your World Consciousness father sent you?

Believe it or not, Meeks doesn't know, but he would never say: "An ordinary lighter? Put it away first, maybe it will be useful."

Sherlock glanced at Meeks and put the lighter in his pocket.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a disposable item." Although the lighter was new, there was very little butane in it.

Meeks looked at the other party with a half-smile: "Then don't use up this few, maybe even just one trial opportunity."

Sherlock glanced at Meeks in confusion, not quite understanding how the other party's words sounded weird.

In fact, if you want Meeks to say it himself, this is not a yin and yang eccentricity, at most he sighs, the world consciousness in this world is really useless.

It was finally hard to send a piece of equipment to his son of luck, and even made a one-off one.

What's the matter, just believe in Sherlock's reasoning ability?

However, once the other party sent this equipment, Meeks knew the direction to deal with that person.

If he guessed correctly, one of these portraits is definitely the most important one. Maybe the magic circle, or even the body of that unknown guy, is on that painting.

And as long as they find the painting and light it with this lighter, it's probably fine.

But the problem now is, not to mention the one in the living room, there are more than 10 portraits in Lilith's room alone, and they don't know whether this portrait is only in this house, but there may be only one chance, They can't even experiment, they have to succeed once.

Meeks, who had thought about the truth of the matter, directly told Sherlock what he had guessed.

If you can order others to work, why do you have to do it yourself? If you ask him, what if Sherlock fails.

Then this world is just waiting to be played. After all, my son of luck is not good enough, so I have to bear the consequences myself.

However, with the backing of the world awareness, and the aura of the protagonist, and according to Meeks' understanding of Sherlock Holmes in his own world, as long as the Sherlock in this world is not too far off the mark, he should still be able to succeed.

After throwing things to Sherlock, Meeks didn't do nothing.

After all, no matter what, that guy came for him, so what he needs to do is to protect himself and prevent the other party from using it to increase his strength.By the way, I also need to keep an eye on Superman, lest the opponent suddenly come to join the enemy and beat my teammates.

Sherlock, who was thrown over by the other party, was full of interest, and he almost shouted "I can", and he didn't feel unhappy about being dumped.

After carefully examining the portrait in the living room and making sure that he had memorized every stroke and every color on it, Sherlock was going to take John to Lilith's bedroom to have a look.

And by coincidence, at this time, Lilith came back.

As uninvited guests, and Sherlock and Meeks who brought the uninvited guests back, when facing the owner of the house, it really seems that there is no discomfort or guilt at all.

But John and Superman don't have such a good psychological quality as them. Not to mention anything else, they ran into the little girl's house and planned to check her bedroom.

But for any individual, when seeing such a combination of words, it is inevitable to call out words such as "abnormal" and "scum".

Even though it's clear they don't have that nasty idea, it still feels weird.

However, this little girl is really a little unreasonable. At least ordinary people, especially women, will never be as calm as Lilith when they see so many strange men at home when they return home.Even the last question was asked in a perfunctory way: "Why are you at my house?"

Listen to the tone and intonation without ups and downs, what if we put in a little emotion.And the little girl didn't even lift her head, as if they couldn't get into each other's eyes at all.

But the other party's reaction was really good for them.

After all, if the other party showed any frightened expression, it would be really troublesome to drive them out, or call the police directly.

It's just that although the other party's question is very perfunctory, Sherlock, you ignore the other party and walk towards the other's bedroom in front of the little girl, isn't it a little too much?

Sherlock: "Can't you see?"

John:? ? ?

"Perhaps she hopes more than we do that she can quickly get rid of that unknown enemy."

John looked at Lilith, and then at Sherlock who was about to disappear from his sight. After nodding slightly embarrassed at Lilith, he quickly followed Sherlock.

Meeks, who had already handed over the task, did not choose to follow. Compared with Lilith's bedroom, he was more interested in Lilith now.

"You look a little different than before."

Hearing this, Lilith raised her lowered head, but this time, those bright blue eyes were gone.

Instead, there were a pair of bloodshot, brown eyes that looked a little scary.

"Your eyes..." Superman was a little worried, after all, the eyes looked abnormal.

With so many red blood threads, even when he overused his thermal vision, he never became so red.

The other party just looked up at them.It seemed as if the eyes suddenly saw the light, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

That way, it was as if she had been in darkness for many years and suddenly saw the light. If she didn't go blind immediately, it was because her eyes were strong enough.

"Is this your 'Patronus' doing?"

When he said "Patron Saint", Meeks was very eccentric, and he didn't know whether he was mocking the "Patron Saint" who didn't deserve the name, or Lilith who said that the other party was his "Patron Saint".

Faced with Meeks' attitude, Lilith only felt an unknown fire suddenly burning in her heart.

Why did he look down on him so high, why did he treat himself so eccentrically, why did he act as if everything was her fault...

"Do I have a choice?" Lilith seemed to be asking Meeks, but also asking herself.

"He is so careful when facing you, you must have the power to make him afraid." Without Meeks answering, Lilith continued to say: "But I don't, I don't even control my own thoughts. You don't even have the ability, you laugh at me from above, but because you have never experienced my embarrassment, you don't understand at all—"

"No." Meeks interrupted Lilith's passionate accusation: "I understand what you said too well."

Wasn't Meeks weak in the past? Facing the brainwashing of Hydra, didn't he ever have a hard time controlling his thoughts?

Weakness should never be the reason for resignation. Those famous uprisings in history, those bloody revolutions, which one was not the rise of the weak and weak?

Even to the extreme, if you can't control how you live, can't you control yourself to die?

To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than greed for life and fear of death. This is human nature and there is nothing to criticize.

But even though this is the case, he still insists on thinking that he is kind and innocent, which would displease Meeks, a god of hell.

The evil just makes you dislike it. Can the evil camp that admits itself die?

Even if you don’t admit it, if you insist on thinking that you are kind, have you ever repented of what you have done under the persecution of the evil?

Those superficial verbal apologies, those so-called spiritual tortures, are not really confessions in Meeks’ eyes. At best, you are just doing it for your own peace of mind.

It is not wrong to take care of oneself, and to have no conscience is at best to accept moral condemnation, but this kind of style of being upright and standing is really something that Meeks can't get used to.

And Meeks could feel that Lilith was not a really kind person at all.

In black and white, she belongs to gray.Black is not pure, and white is not pure.Even if it is strictly divided, among her grays, black is far more than white.

So why does this good seed who is a devil insist on thinking that he is an angel? Could it be that he has a cognitive obstacle in terms of good and evil?

Meeks felt that Lilith might be suffering from some serious illness. Coincidentally, Lilith also had similar doubts.

No matter how she looks at it, Meeks doesn't seem to understand the existence of his own experience as he said.

Whether a person has suffered or not, how much suffering he has suffered, no matter how many bright things he encounters in the future, no matter how well he pretends, there will always be some clues.

But in Meeks, you really don't see the slightest trace of suffering.

People who are really suffering and oppressed should not be as proud as he is, as if it should be taken for granted, should not look down on anyone like him, should not live like a melancholy The pride of heaven...

After all, Lilith is still too young to understand that there will always be exceptions in this world, and Meeks is obviously the strange flower that appears among the suffering people.

Facing Lilith's gaze at this moment, Meeks reminded him "kindly": "Never expect others to understand you, never expect others to sympathize with you, never wait for others to reach out to save you..."

This is his personal experience, and it is also the most profound thing he has learned from the mysterious man besides the impermanence of fate.