Chess and Goldfish

"boring."

The curly-haired man was walking around the room in a silk pajamas. He picked up the newspaper on the table, glanced at it, and threw it on the sofa. An incomparable aura.

"No case, it's too boring!"

"John——!"

Sherlock angrily threw himself into his exclusive sofa, shouted loudly, but no one answered.

Well, the doctor went out early in the morning, and he needed to be with his new girlfriend—Susan.

Sherlock sneered twice, "Everyday life of a mortal."

Not only that.

He stood up abruptly, walked to the window as lightly as a cat, opened a corner of the curtain and looked down, at 4 o'clock, he could just see the mailbox and the gate of 222b Baker Street.

Sherlock lowered the curtains and slumped back onto the couch.

Gent's not at home, he must be out at Westminster with a bunch of goofy brats demagoguery again, he's the best at that, no one can escape him.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and gave a very high evaluation.

But that doesn't include the world's only consulting detective.

During this period of time, there were a lot of people coming to the door, but Sherlock always saw through those people at a glance. Gent said that he was numb to this, and he gradually got used to coming to 221b Baker Street after work to take over Watson's babysitting job, and then Die for Mycroft.

Who let that little fat man grasp the first-hand information and opportunities, this is unscientific!

Feeling deeply ashamed, Little Curly decided to find his place with the younger brother of the British government!

Aren't you brothers anyway?The younger brother will take responsibility for the wrong things done by the older brother!

Gent laughed wildly.

When he took out the key given by John and pushed the door in, the detective was lying on his back on the sofa, and it seemed that he had just sent away a "customer" who came to the door.

"Why, has the university professor developed into a thief who entered the house?" Sherlock satirized without opening his eyes, and Sherlock still couldn't understand Gent.

The latter shrugged and was used to this attitude long ago, "I'll come to see you, Mr. Life Idiot, did you brush your teeth today?"

This is absolutely ironic, no matter how bad Sherlock is at these things, he will still take care of himself.

Too angry to ignore him, Sherlock turned over, facing Gent with his butt.

"Oh! Gent, here you come!"

Gent turned his head and gave a hug to Mrs. Hudson who heard the voice coming from downstairs, "Dear Madam, I miss you so much!"

"You are so talkative, young man!" Mrs. Hudson was so teased that she covered her mouth and laughed, "Okay, okay, you young people get along well. Sherlock is at home these days, and he is about to die of boredom."

"Really?" Gent's lips curved into a smile, and his eyes flicked from Watson's open computer, "Then his 'Christmas' is coming soon."

Mrs. Hudson looked up blankly, "What?"

Sherlock jumped up from the sofa and ran into the room to change.

"What's wrong with him? Why is Sherlock so active? Is there a case?" Mrs. Hudson still asked the smiling Gent with a dazed face.

"Madam, you guessed it right." Gent looked at the people in the room and did not close the door. He changed into a shirt and suit in a big way. The black windbreaker and blue scarf that have never changed for thousands of years are the same as the one around his neck "He is so obsessed with the case, so charming, isn't he?"

"Oh... dear." Mrs. Hudson gave him a sympathetic look and shook her head, "Although I don't understand your petty fetishes, I should send my blessings at this time, shouldn't I?"

Before Gent could speak, Mrs. Hudson came over gossiping again, "John has already said that he and Sherlock are not a couple, and besides, he has a new girlfriend. Although I am an old lady, I am not Don't reject these, the couple next door, cough, fight every day..."

"It's very kind of you to think so, ma'am," Gent complimented.

"So, I guessed right?"

"Yes, you guessed it right again, [-]%."

Jin Te blinked his right eye and smiled sweetly.

When Mrs. Hudson received the message, she understood it immediately. She winked at Gent, mouthed "enjoy (enjoy)", and hurried downstairs.

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The gray-haired inspector stepped up the stairs in twos and threes, and what caught his eyes was the shiny white teeth with small brown-black curly hair. In front of him was a computer, which was playing the news just now——the Royal Bank of Scotland's cash shipment. The car was robbed.

Gent turned around, and smiled innocently at Lestrade with a cup in his hand, "Would you like a Coke, my dear Inspector?"

Mr. Inspector Scotland Yard, who had already received a clear hint from the "British Government", took a deep breath and told himself that he could not argue with this person. He walked over with his mouth curled up, and consciously took a sip from the coffee cup on the table.

"whatthef..." Lestrade gasped, his hands were unsteady, and he almost dropped the cup on the ground.

Inside was the claw of an unknown creature soaked in sodium hydroxide, from a bird?or chicken?

The inspector, who was trying to calm his heartbeat, heard the voice of Gint's small paper that made people gnash their teeth, "oops, inspector, why did you drink Sherlock's experimental product, it is very expensive."

As he spoke, he also made a look of regret, and Lestrade was so angry that he wanted to pour coffee on his face.

This scene clearly delighted Sherlock. Mr. Detective walked out of the room, glanced at the coffee cup with an obvious smile in the corner of his eyes, and made up for it, "Gavin, do you like these? I still have a lot in the refrigerator."

"No! Thank you!" Lestrade quickly refused, and he covered his chest tiredly, realizing that he had spent all his energy on these gods and ghosts.

"Let's go, Gent."

Sherlock picked up the phone, put it in his pocket, and went downstairs quickly.

Only at this time he remembered to call Gent, but Gent said, he was used to it.

21 days to develop a good habit, starting from me to dedicate love.

Lestrade knew that everything he said was versatile, and asking those questions would only make Sherlock laugh at himself as a goldfish, so he put down the scary coffee cup pretending to be graceful, and faced the hurriedly catching up Mrs. Hudson nodded and followed the two.

Sherlock never took a police car, and Gent followed him into a taxi.

He dared to bet that most of these black taxis waiting on Baker Street day and night were the masterpieces of the little fat man—he was keen on this little game of "Snail Girl".

"I don't mind practicing with you." After getting into the car, Gent made a mouth shape to the camera at two o'clock outside the car window.

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock's deep and magnetic voice came from the side, "Forget it, what about John?"

Gent made a pitiful and abandoned expression, "Honey, how can you say someone else in front of me? Don't you love me?"

As a result, it attracted the driver's eyes with special meaning.

Sherlock wanted to cover his mouth so that he could not speak, he had almost never seen such a thick-skinned person!

"Not at all, I have something to do with John." Sherlock didn't answer at all, staring at the driver with "you heartless", indifferently took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and sent a text message to Watson.

Within two seconds, the bell rang.

"Damn Sherlock—what's the matter with you?! The toilet is clogged? The milk is gone? Are all your test subjects deceitful? Or have you finally been pushed by Gent? Congratulations? Ah! Said Come on, what's wrong with you!"

Sherlock paused holding the phone, he didn't understand why John was suddenly so angry and said these things.

Turning his head innocently, he saw Jinte whose laughing intestines were almost knotted, the little curly hair was covering his stomach and laughing wildly, and there were crystal clear things in the corners of his eyes.

"umm... John, something is up." He said concisely, although his eyes were still blank.

There was a pause of two seconds, and a burst of shouting broke out, "It's another case, right! I knew——Sherlock, did you have to call at this time! Okay, okay, I'm convinced, Jinte is here Are you by my side!? Not here, right? Where is the address!"

"In fact—"

Mr. Detective interrupted the angry doctor bravely, "Gint is next to me."

"What????" Wasn't surprised to receive Watson's roar, "Gent is still calling me! Sherlock, I'm not your nanny! I'm your co-tenant!! From now on, don't give me anything I'm calling! Especially at this time!!" After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone with a bang.

The curly-haired detective frowned. He obviously didn't understand it, "Why don't you call him at this time? What's the matter at this time? John usually has nothing at this time, so he won't stop answering my phone. He never hung up on me."

After finishing speaking, he immediately raised his head and looked at Gent.

Gint's cheeks were flushed, adding some color to his usually pale face. Sherlock didn't know how to describe this scene, but he could feel the difference in himself.

For example, his breathing suddenly stopped for a second, which is unscientific, and he is not sick.

"You're such a sweetheart." Gent didn't care about the driver's gaze, and leaned over to kiss him on the lips, "I'm looking forward to it more and more."

With a "slap" slap on Gent's face, Sherlock stared at him expressionlessly, with dissatisfaction written in his gray-blue eyes, "I'm asking you something."

"Oh, you can't tell?" Gent looked at him incredulously, "John's breathing has changed, don't you know what he's doing?"

Sure enough, when he finished speaking, the clever detective paused for a moment, his face remained unchanged, but his eyes were stunned.

He pursed his lips awkwardly, and cast his gaze out of the window, "Then he can't hang up on me—it's too rude!" His voice became smaller and smaller, Sherlock whimpered and pretended not to know.

Oh my god, this guy is too cute! !

Gent had a smile on his face, and his heart was itchy. He couldn't help holding the little detective in his arms, rubbing it, and kissing him again... Well, considering his height, he thought it would be nice for him to be hugged by Sherlock ?

Well, sure enough he can take anything.

Unscrupulous like Master (Daniel)?

It seemed that he couldn't stand the atmosphere in the car anymore, and when he got there, Sherlock ran faster than a rabbit, leaving Gent to pay the car fare dumbfounded.

——Hey, who is attacking whom?Little detective, you are not qualified!

Did you say that you are the "trophy" of being attacked?

Little Jinte was unhappy, pouted and walked slowly towards the beautiful building - the Royal Bank of Scotland.

"Sherlock! Come and see this armored vehicle!" Lestrade shouted.

——x——x——x——x——x——x——x——

——You don’t respond to me (grievance)

——You have to show some face in public!