Chess and Goldfish

The Royal Bank of Scotland has six banknote vans operating in Hammersmith and Fulham this morning. They set off from the city hall at seven o'clock in the morning to transport the banknotes to various outlets, and then deliver the banknotes from the outlets at five o'clock in the evening. The banknotes are shipped back to the market. 1

The body of the cash transport vehicle is bulletproof, and it is equipped with a more advanced monitoring system. It stands to reason that it is unlikely that the cash transport vehicle will be robbed. The security personnel are all tall and strong and equipped with guns. There are not many idiots these days.

With long legs, Sherlock walked to the armored vehicle, went in and checked it, and it was empty, except for a surveillance camera, there was nothing.

He looked at Inspector Lestrade, who sighed and explained, "It's like this. The only surveillance here is broken, but it should have been recorded, but then it was destroyed by the suspect."

"Can it be repaired?" Gent asked.

"It will take time." The inspector touched his head, "I have asked Sally to find a special person."

The specific process was learned from a security officer. This morning, they went to the bank’s vault to load the banknotes into the car as usual, and after they came out there was the banknote truck. They needed to put the banknotes in the box and then moved them get in the car.

There was nothing suspicious about the whole process, and they only closed the box after watching their own people conduct the final inspection.

But when I got to the bank and was about to take out the banknotes, there was nothing in the box.

The same is true for the other five armored vans.

"This is the box." The inspector pointed to the safe on the side, which was empty.

Sherlock walked over to check for a while, and found that there were no traces left. He took off his gloves and looked at the inspector, "Where's the security guard who asked the question? I want to see him."

The name of the visitor was David Auger, who had been working in the Royal Bank of Scotland for six years, and he was considered an old cadre.

Gent walked to Sherlock's side, looked at Sherlock and asked him to explain the details again, what he said was almost the same as Lestrade's narration just now.

Seeing this, Gent asked a few more questions, and asked him to tell the chronological order again. Finally, he shook his head and said to the bewildered Lestrade, "He didn't lie."

Sherlock gave Gent a sharp look, obviously waiting for an explanation.

"I have studied a little bit of criminal psychology." He shrugged, "Generally speaking, if it is a lie, he may not be able to answer the time sequence when I asked him, but just now, Mr. Ogg answered and was answering questions. I glanced down and to the right a few times when I was walking, this is the usual expression when recalling."

"Oh! You are really amazing Gent!" Hearing his words, Mr. Inspector said in surprise, "I never knew you could do this! Sherlock, it seems that I have to take back those words. Your assistants are all good. —Huh? Where's John?"

It's okay not to mention this, but when it was mentioned, Jinte's face couldn't be tense anymore, and he walked forward with the corner of his mouth twitching, "I'll go over there and have a look."

The pressure on Sherlock's expressionless face was still great, and Lestrade scratched his head, terribly embarrassed, especially when the other party suddenly grinned and said "you know too much".

Cold sweat is coming down, okay?

It is obvious that Gent will not tell the truth to Sherlock, he is not afraid of this, because he will find out his flaws bit by bit.

"Go to the vault and have a look."

From what David Ogg asked, Sherlock could see that he was indeed a security guard with many years of work experience, and he really didn't know why such a thing happened, but one thing he cared about was ... "Do you like to smoke?"

"Yes." Ogg replied honestly, "Although I am not a heavy smoker, I do smoke a little once in a while, and I like the smell."

Sherlock nodded, his eyes gliding over Mr. Auger's fingertips and skirt, paused for a moment, and then quickly walked towards the bank's gate.

They need to take the elevator to the basement, where there is a passageway that can transport the safe to the cash truck.

Surrounded by cold metal cabinets, there is a camera every ten meters. In such an environment, it is extremely difficult for the murderer to commit crimes. The entrance to the vault is a round metal door. After entering the password, a key is required. After turning the handle Push the door open, and inside is the place where banknotes are usually stored.

But now, there's nothing in it except some gold bars.

Lestrade's complexion was not very good. A bank was robbed, which was a huge challenge for Scotland Yard, and the suspect was very bold, not only one armored vehicle, but all of them.

Sherlock walked over to check the gate, but there was no sign of damage.

"Either an insider commits the crime, or someone cooperates with the outside."

The siren didn't sound, and the password and key were not so easy to get. Now they need to check the surveillance to see if there is any suspicious person approaching here.

"One more thing." Gent added with a smile, "It is very likely that the banknotes did disappear in the armored van."

As he spoke, he made a "fly" mouth shape.

Sherlock wanted to see the idiot look at him, twitched his nose, and finally chose to shut up.

He has nothing to say to such a mentally retarded person.

Gint shrugged, and when he was about to go out, Lestrade caught him, raised his chin and nodded the little curly hair, "What's wrong with him, Sherlock?"

Hearing this, the smile on Jint's face deepened, "Well, it's probably because the stupid memories about Anderson are too bad."

"Anderson?"

"Hmm~ I'm Anderson's spokesperson." Little Gint's tone was turbulent, and he did two unknown dance steps with his feet, and quickly slid towards Mr. Detective in a black trench coat.

Lestrade: ...You are honest, sir.

anyone there?Come out and see the idiots!

The inspector who stood there sighed, and wiped his face tiredly. One or two of them really didn't worry, he missed John a little.

"Wait for me!!! You can't get in without my permission!"

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"Since last night, the surveillance video has been broken." The person in charge of the mobilization said a little embarrassedly, "Yesterday, there was a power outage. The General Electric Power Bureau said that the fuse was blown, and we quickly started the generator, but who? I don’t know what’s going on, but the monitoring just can’t be turned on.”

Sherlock's face was expressionless, and it seemed that people were under great pressure.

The girl bit the bullet and continued, "Well, although it wasn't recorded, I was there this morning, and I did see our security personnel boxing those banknotes."

Gent was a little surprised, isn't this too coincidental?

He doesn't remember destroying the surveillance video, so, is someone really working with him?

Even so, Sherlock called up the surveillance video to see that the last picture was of their bank president, Jason Waffle.

The little girl answered excitedly, "Our president will conduct a routine inspection, and he may be able to find something! Maybe he can help you!"

Jin Te smiled and thanked, "Thank you, beautiful lady."

The little girl was so stupefied that her cheeks were flushed. Sherlock was ashamed of this behavior. He and Gent didn't even say a word, just shook their faces and left.

By the time Gent and Lestrade finished speaking, the other party had already disappeared.

Gent looked blank, "Where's Sherlock?"

Lestrade touched his chest in pain, "Gint, it seems that Sherlock still doesn't care about you, but it's really hard for you..."

No, I'm not working hard at all!

The corner of his mouth twitched, he felt he couldn't explain it.

But originally, he also hoped that these people would misunderstand the relationship between him and Sherlock, because it would be easier to start~

Because when a fake thing, everyone believes that it is true, then it is true.

Like magic, using illusions, giving misleading, and thus believing.

Sherlock ran away like a lunatic, and Gent could only put on an innocent face, and walked out of the bank calmly in the eyes of the police officers "look at that poor little boy who was abandoned by her boyfriend/friend".

Then Gent got into a small black car.

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old place.

Gent felt very kind.

So he was in a particularly good mood and gave the man opposite him a wink, "Long time no see, dear~"

No, we see each other every day.

Mycroft, who sat at his desk and watched the monitor secretly every day, had no fluctuations in his heart, "Professor Moriarty, you should know what I asked you for."

"For Sherlock." Gent didn't go around with him, put his hand on his chin, and stared at him with rounded eyes, "Your brother is so cute."

"I know you guys are competing, tit for tat? Go to war? Bet?"

"Obvious."

"But there are some things that I don't want to see, and that's not an advantage." Mycroft said noncommittally, "What do you think, professor?"

The little curly-haired smile on the opposite side disappeared, and he raised his eyebrows with an inexplicable expression on his face.

"Pay attention to your tone, dear, I'm not your subordinate." Gent was dissatisfied, Big Holmes' tone always carried orders, damn the superior!He hates these politicians!

"So, Gent." The British government raised one eyebrow, which was exactly the same as Gent's, and there was an inexplicable smile on his slightly deep face.

Jin Te stared at him for a while, then muttered in frustration, "You're so uncute..."

"I want those that are useless, you should see my other charms." Mycroft nodded his black umbrella with a shameless smile, "So, what is your attitude?"

"Sherlock is just interested in me, everyone knows that." Gent paused for a while, then shrugged, "His fun comes first, right. I tried my best to play with him, and you still treat me like this, I didn't mean it, Mike, don't you think it's too unfair to me?"

That's right!It's all Sherlock's first interest, so it's not Gint's fault!

Choking on being addressed, Mycroft paused and said, "This is the deal, I've already given in, haven't I? Don't forget where you came from."

He was hinting at Gent's little tricks, and he wanted to tell Gent that all the small government employees knew about the cases he worked on.

Besides... Mycroft really wanted to strangle this little man to death, obviously he was the one who seduced his younger brother!

Look, he's completely shirked now!

The most frustrating thing is that he can't control him, Moriarty is a lunatic, and he doesn't have the chips to control the lunatic.

No, not Sherlock, never!

On this side, Jin Te also gritted his silver teeth, he knew that this little fat man would be difficult to deal with!

The good mood is gone again!

The British government refused to give in, so he couldn't molest Sherlock at will in the future?

Jin Te is depressed, his mind is spinning rapidly, and his stomach is full of bad water, so it is impossible for him to suffer!

Since he can't shoot Sherlock, it's over if Sherlock flirts with him at will!

The little curly hair's eyes lit up.

What a great idea, super clever!

The most important thing right now is that he needs to regain [-]%.

"Of course, I will abide by the content of the transaction, and I will enjoy the stage you give me. Similarly, I will be satisfied with Sherlock's little thoughts. It is my bottom line not to make a move, but I can't control him. Jin Te shrugged, touched his face, and nodded seriously, "After all, I am so cute, not everyone can refuse my charm~"

Mycroft: "..." I really want to put him in a sack!

"Oh, yes, Mike."

He heard the little curly-haired man smile meaningfully, "Do you know Phoenix?"

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——嘤嘤嘤qaq It's really hard to fall in love with parents!

——…You two disappear for me!immediately!immediately!