Chess and Goldfish

Gent was a little surprised when he received the news from Watson.

Since seeing the doctor in his own class, Gent found that he has lived a stable life following the rules for nearly a week. 221b Baker Street is still very lively. He can often hear the melodious sound of Sherlock’s violin or the sound of sawing wood at home. , and those so-called "clients" come-to-door-service-service.

Moran's warning worked, the man restrained a lot, but how could he bear it?

Jin Te sat on the sofa, tuned the TV channel one after another, lazily grabbed the chocolate cake on the table and threw it into his mouth, the sweet and mellow taste filled his entire mouth, making him feel comfortable He squinted his eyes.

He couldn't help it.

Gent expected it right. On a sunny Sunday, he received a letter from the doctor—it was definitely not sent to him on his own initiative. Gent felt that Sherlock was beginning to be keen to let himself be involved in it.

After all, since that night, he has become the "trophy" of the battle between Sherlock and Mycroft.

Feel pretty good?

[Gint, where are you?There is a new trend about the serial murder case of the underage woman!Another corpse. ——jw]

... I don't really want to go.

Jin Te was paralyzed on the sofa, with the word "boring" hanging on his head, and his big eyes that were shining brightly on weekdays drooped without energy, no different from a dead fish.

He whimpered and wrote back to Watson, saying that he might not be able to arrive because of something.

[Don't lie to Gent, Sherlock said you don't have class today, and when he went out you were making chocolate cake in the room, he could smell it! ——jw]

【……where are you? ——ke】

After waiting for a while, the doctor's message came back.

[Sherlock is watching the hotel surveillance, we are in Almmarblearch (Moncalm Marble Arch Hotel), hurry up. ——jw]

After receiving the message, Gent stuffed the last bite of the cake into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, wiped it with a tissue, then picked up the short sweater cardigan at hand and went out - he thought Daniel 1 could wear it So good looking, he should be fine too.

However, he was mentally prepared to be despised by Sherlock to death, but he didn't expect that when he arrived at the scene, the man did not attack him like a machine gun.

"Play it again! It's impossible! There must be something! There must be something wrong!" The man in the black coat was walking around with an anxious expression on his face, maybe you don't even need to look at his expression, the breath around him is impetuous It's scary, he walks with the wind, his long legs are striding forward, and his black coat is like billowing dark clouds, deep and stressful.

Sherlock's light gray eyes were deep and silent, filled with incomprehensible things, he scratched his curly hair anxiously, "What's the problem! No, not here! Not here ! Fast forward!!"

Gent was a little surprised, he moved closer to Watson, "What's the matter John? Why is Sherlock in this state?"

"Uh...cough, he rushed to this hotel after seeing the dead body. He insisted on watching the surveillance. Greg helped to give the pass, but he watched it for a long time and kept saying it was wrong. This is the second time. He still said something was wrong."

"Where's the corpse?" Gent asked with raised eyebrows.

"Well, it's just outside, Greg is watching, I checked, and the modus operandi is the same as the previous one, but this time..." Watson said a little unbearably, "Her hands were chopped off."

"Tsk." Stupid man.

Gent made a regretful and surprised expression on his face, but he kept complaining in his heart. Moran always took some boring jobs for him, which was really super boring. What he wanted was the exciting feeling, not Visual stimulation.

But Gent didn't know that if it was the former Moriarty, he would always be able to use all the people who came to the door to create exciting cases one after another, instead of letting these criminals go free and turning a deaf ear like Gent.

Sebastian Moran can be said to have been Moriarty's most trusted confidant. As for how high the "trust level" is, only he knows.

Gent was no Moriarty, he never trusted anyone.

Because of the first principle of magic, always be the "smartest" one in the room.

firstrule of magic:.2

"Is she...?" Came outside the hotel, not far from the crime scene, surrounded by people, familiar seals and familiar faces.

Anderson only raised his eyebrows when he saw Watson, but when he saw Gent, he couldn't help breathing heavily through his nose, "Why are you here again!? Don't interfere with official business, you know!"

"I was with Sherlock," Gent said. "Your double standard is too serious, officer."

The voice was still sweet and greasy, which made Anderson very uncomfortable. He glared at the other party, and with the acquiescence of Inspector Lestrade, let Gent in.

"He's a Frenchman. He's only 16 years old. He has immigrated here for more than four years. Gabrielle Sanchez should be called by that name." Locke Holmes admired him very much, and when he saw his companions, he couldn't help but come out to make a rescue.

Gent nodded thoughtfully, and smiled at him, his eyes flicked across Gabrielle's inner thighs, the unobvious red marks still remained, and the incisions on the hands that had been chopped off were neat.

Really... no imagination at all.

He looked a little regretful, and everyone thought he was regretting a fresh life.

Gent shook his head, and followed Watson back to the hotel. As soon as he stepped in, he heard the man's voice as if he had taken drugs.

"Wait—it's here! Stop!"

Watson and Gent looked at each other, and the two trotted over and stopped next to Sherlock. Three pairs of eyes moved to the screen and kept staring.

"Umm... Sherlock? I don't see what's the matter." Watson said awkwardly.

"Hush—don't talk!" He interrupted Watson impatiently.

Jin Te squinted his eyes and touched his smooth chin, "Is there a pause?"

"You noticed." Sherlock always liked to turn interrogative sentences into declarative sentences, and Gent felt that he was slightly used to it.

"It's less than a tenth of a second, is there ten milliseconds?" Gent said with a smile, "The screen shook for a while, and it's [-]:[-] in the afternoon."

Watson looked at Gent with his mouth wide open, "God! Your eyes are so easy to use, aren't you? My God, it's incredible!"

"Okay honey, shut your little mouth, he's about to attract flies." He patted him on the shoulder funny.

"However, I can only say that this is not a five-star hotel? The monitoring system is too low-definition!" Watson rubbed his eyes and complained, "It hurts my eyes to death, it really hurts my body!"

Sherlock didn't speak, and used his sharp eagle-like eyes to scan the monitoring screen the whole time. The background sound was Watson and Gent's whispered conversation, and he unexpectedly didn't dislike their interruption.

"Speaking of which, the movie you shared with your classmates last week, cough, is it related to this case?"

Gent's smile remained unchanged, and he glanced at Sherlock calmly. The other party didn't have much other reactions, but just pricked up his ears.

It's you again, fat man!

"Yes." He admitted it simply, and Jin Te raised his eyebrows, "Isn't Sherlock always talking about love-child love-child, so I went to find some films of this type to appreciate the other party's psychology."

"So, do you understand?" Watson was puzzled, but he still spoke politely. He had a limited IQ and really didn't understand the meaning of the words Mycroft hinted at himself, so he had to pick someone he thought he understood. In words.

Obviously, the original words of the British government are [Maybe Gent can really become friends with Sherlock, but my concern is still so unbearable for him. By the way, Gent’s teaching method as a professor is really good, Chunfeng face?deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. 】

That doesn't mean to make it clear that he will not stop Sherlock's small moves, even if he uses Gent as a bargaining chip to unilaterally declare war on Mycroft, it doesn't matter, Gent is his man anyway.Moreover, Sherlock is still a "simple kid" who needs Gent to tell him something that will make him unforgettable.

As long as he doesn't give emotion, then he has no opinion.

It's a pity that the person listening was John Watson. The poor doctor was attracted by the last sentence before he could understand the hidden meaning behind the British government.

What?Gent's lecture?Emma!Then he also talked about "Hard Fruit Candy" that day!Doesn't this mean child lovers!

John Teddy, Doctor, Goldfish, Brain Hole, Watson, who thought he knew everything, tried hard to restrain the prehistoric power in his heart, and asked this question with a blushing and heartbeat.

Can Gent be the murderer? !Isn't that what they do on TV?The thief called "Stop the thief" and left behind a bunch of clues!

He clenched his fist excitedly, is he finally about to be looked down upon by Sherlock?

No, no, how could he think so!Gent is not a perverted pedophile!It won't be the murderer either!

Seeing the doctor's face turn red and turn black while doing brain supplementation, Jin Te laughed so hard that his intestines were almost knotted.

"I'm innocent, John, you have to trust me." Perhaps because of suppressing a smile, Jin Te's unique sweet and greasy voice was a little nasal, which sounded no different from being coquettish.

Watson blushed instantly, not knowing whether it was shyness or embarrassment, "Yes, I'm sorry Gent, I just asked casually, you, you, you, you don't care...well, I'm sorry."

He turned his face away, and Gent laughed again, the doctor is so cute, he once again sincerely wanted to rub his blond hair, it must feel good!

At this moment, Sherlock Tiger approached with a long black face, and said extremely impatiently and coldly, "Have you finished talking? Let's see this—five or 10 minutes later, another picture shock , extremely unnatural."

"What!" Watson was surprised.

Looking at the doctor's curious face, Sherlock felt a little better, "Five to 10 minutes, which is in line with the time for an adult male to have sex."

When he saw Gent's face that couldn't hold back his smile, he lowered his face again, "Do you have anything to say, Mr. Ace?"

Mr. Ace again?

Gent tried his best to tighten his cheeks, "I have nothing to ask, Mr. Holmes, but I still want to say one last thing, you are so handsome for being so serious and focused just now!"

As he spoke, he licked his lower lip.

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——Oh, I really like it more and more~

--Quiet!Otherwise, just like Anderson, never put your face in front of me!