Chess and Goldfish

"I have given you the highest honor."

The little brown-black curly hair tilted his head and stretched out his hands in a hug gesture, closed his eyes and smiled intoxicatedly, his movements were elegant, every movement was as planned, precise and perfect.

He is indeed Mr. Sexy.

Thinking of some people's comments, Mycroft unconsciously curled his lower lip. Although Moriarty was not controlled, at least he learned a lot about him through that person's words.

In this battle, it is still uncertain who will win and who will win.

"You just gave me a name." Mycroft reached out and knocked the table. "May I ask him what's wrong? Your new target? Or your new customer?"

Consulting criminals is really naive, as naive as his younger brother's title of consulting detectives.

Should he be worthy of being someone who can meet eyes?

The British government glanced gloomily at the Corinthian teacup on the desk, and his receding hairline was reflected on the water.

Jin Te glared at him dissatisfied, and it was like this again, he was not given tea, obviously he was a guest, wasn't he?

"Neither, but it has something to do with the recent new toys." Gent dragged the armchair with both hands and moved forward twice, raised his buttocks and snatched Mycroft's teacup while he was not paying attention. The dazed British government smiled provocatively, and drank the black tea in the cup in one gulp.

The rather classical man looked at him, chuckled lightly, picked up the phone, "Bring me a cup of coffee."

Then he smiled meaningfully at Jin Te, whose complexion was unclear, "You don't have to drink black tea if you're not used to it. Although your taste has become strange, people are always fickle, aren't they?"

Jinte: ...No, you don't know anything... Damn, I'm scalded to death! !

Pretentiously clearing his throat, Ginter pushed the cup back to Mycroft, "Sorry, I'm sorry, I was a little thirsty just now."

Mycroft: "..." This man is shameless, what else can he do?Hang and beat?

"No, it's nothing, I didn't entertain well." The British government smiled, "Then, since you gave me a name, I want to give you one too."

"!??" Gent's heart skipped a beat.

"Harry Hart said you're on good terms?"

what the hell? ? ? ?You still sold me! ! !

After scolding Harry in his heart, Gent paused, then nodded without changing his expression, "I'm assuming, you guys are familiar with it?"

"Oh, I'm not very familiar with it. I'm just a small government employee. Harry, he is an amazing person!" Mycroft took out a book from the bookshelf, flipped through it, and read the words on it. , "They are gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, their perseverance is extraordinary and different, their tenacity is excellent, gentleman, etiquette, glory, they are shining but mediocre."

Oh, you lie to the devil!

Gent wouldn't believe the so-called unfamiliar theory, but such a description reminded him of Harry Hart, and every one of them fit the bill.

"It seems that it is true." Jin Te shrugged nonchalantly, "Then I can say without guilt that I know him very well."

Mycroft choked, and took a while to speak, "Then, sir, you can go back, Sherlock needs you."

Upon hearing this, Jin Te smiled, "Honey, I'm very happy that you finally said something human."

As he spoke, he performed a beautiful etiquette to the blackberry lady who brought the coffee, "What's your name today?"

Miss Secretary tilted her head, "Anna."

"Call Anthea, or this suits you." Jin Te nodded and brushed past her.

"Do you still need to send him back, boss?"

Mycroft said gloomyly, "No, give me a cup of tea and two pieces of sugar, thank you."

Miss Secretary: "..."

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The phone kept ringing, Jin Te glanced at it twice, and finally picked it up, "What's wrong?"

"Um, it's me, John." A cramped voice came from the opposite side.

Gent raised his eyebrows high, waving one hand in his pocket and the other hand facing the side of the road, and then a taxi stopped, "umm, John, what do you need from me? Or use Sherlock's cell phone?"

"Ahem, cough, don't get me wrong, he was using my mobile phone to send messages, so I took his mobile phone and called you."

"I didn't mean to go into the details, my dear, what's the matter?" The driver looked at Gent, who gave him a look that you opened first, and then talked to Watson intently.

"Will you come here, I mean, uh, I, I, we need you, come, um, guide your thinking! Yes, guide your thinking!" The other party's embarrassing tone was not concealed, which made Gent laugh out loud.

He just knew that doctors were fun.

"Although I want to say that my dear, you don't need to create opportunities for Sherlock and me, but...thank you, John." Gent's voice softened a bit, for the doctor, he really couldn't harden his heart.

Dylan 1 said that you should be grateful to anyone who treats you well.

Gent always kept that in mind, because Dylan's father, the great escape magician, had told him so too.

"You're welcome? Uh, are you coming?" Watson's voice was a little embarrassed, and he sped up his speech, "I'm afraid Sherlock will find out. If you want to come, it's on Fulham Palace Street (rd)."

"He has already found out, why do you think he let you use your mobile phone." Gent hung up the phone with a smile, and said to the driver, "Go to Fulham Palace Street."

Jason Waffle is the head of the Royal Bank of Scotland's Hammersmith-Fulham bank, and he was the only person he saw on the monitor before the banknotes disappeared, so Sherlock will definitely come to him and ask of the situation.

However, no one expected that after Sherlock left alone, Lestrade received a call to call the police.

"What—?! This is impossible!"

When Gent arrived, the area was already surrounded by seals. The rich areas were mostly villas, and these people didn’t have much curiosity. They basically took a look at the window and quickly covered the curtains. close to human.

"What's the matter? You have to mobilize the crowd to check on someone?" Jinte asked in a relaxed tone.

"Can't you see? People are dead here." Donovan didn't look good. She handed the things in her hand to George, her colleague, and then opened the seal. "Go in, the freak and the doctor are inside." .”

Jin Te paused, nodded and walked in.

Jason Waffle is dead.

Anderson said triumphantly, "This is suicide! Look at the big gash on his forehead, he must have lost too much blood and died!"

"Don't talk nonsense about Anderson if you don't understand!" Lestrade covered his face silently, and quickly interrupted the sarcasm that Sherlock wanted to blurt out.

"What! What's wrong with what I said? Look at the place where he died. It was obvious that he slammed into a pillar, then fell to the ground, lost consciousness, went into shock, and finally died!" Anderson touched the blood on the pillar and said firmly .

"Uh... I'm sorry Anderson." George raised his hand and smiled awkwardly, "He didn't commit suicide, he was murdered and died of poisoning."

Sherlock glanced at him mockingly, and walked towards the corpse, "There was a needle hole an inch above the elbow socket on the inner side of the arm, and he was injected with medicine. This is the root cause of his death. He didn't struggle before he died, most likely because the murderer took him His head hit the pillar and he fell into a coma, and the poison was injected while he was unconscious."

George nodded, "Mr. Holmes is right. I think I need to test this extract to analyze what the drug is."

"It should be chlorine-potassium chloride." Sherlock said casually, not paying much attention to his movements, and continued to look at the dead with a somewhat focused expression.

Gent came to Watson's side and touched him, "When did you come?"

"Hey! Gent!" Watson was startled, "You surprised me! I just arrived too, and I was planning to go to the Royal Bank of Scotland to find you, but Sherlock said he was here, and I wanted to say why I didn't see you ..."

"Oh, I've been invited to drink tea." He grinned and grimaced, "You know, Big Devil."

"Ha, that's really miserable." Watson immediately felt sympathetic when he heard this, "I hope you guys had a good chat?"

"It's half a catty, anyway, you also know that the only reason he came to me is because of Sherlock."

"He cares about him." Watson smiled good-naturedly, "I mean, we took his money after all, um, although I didn't really like it, but in the end I took it anyway, so I have to take responsibility. "

Looking at the doctor's frustrated little face, Gent couldn't help but stroked his hair, which was very convenient since the two were about the same height.

However, before he retracted his hand, Gent felt a chill all over his body.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Sherlock's light gray eyes fixed on himself and John.

Is this firing death sight?

But soon, Sherlock moved his eyes away. He pointed to Jason on the ground and said, "Jason Waffle has Gaucher's disease. Given his age, the probability should be the first type of non-neuropathic type." , Two-thirds of them had the onset in childhood, but this kind of onset is possible at any age. His complexion is pale, and his muscles are partially atrophied, so watching him in the surveillance video, he walks a little unsteadily."

As he said that, he reached out and turned over the lips of the deceased, "The gums are bleeding, and the wound on the forehead is bleeding a lot. The platelet coagulation effect is not good, not only the platelets are reduced, but the white blood cells are not many, so he usually tries to avoid himself. Although It was caused by intravenous injection, but if it wasn’t because he knocked his forehead and bled profusely, the platelets itself was low, and potassium chloride would directly stop his heartbeat.”

All the people around were dumbfounded, Father Sherlock, please pay respects to us!

Maybe Sherlock was entertained by his good expression, he raised his lips slightly, "You really don't know, doesn't anyone feel happy about it? A fascinating puzzle!"

Lestrade had a tired expression of "here he is again", "Okay, Sherlock, you are unparalleled in the world, okay, can I continue? I want to show off that I have Gent and John to support me, but I am Police, I need to know the result!"

"Hey! Without me! Gent is the one who likes to watch his peacock spread his tail!" Watson was dissatisfied, "Although I still find it incredible, I don't have masochism!"

Jin Te, who was reading text messages on his mobile phone, froze, and looked at the doctor in disbelief, "Is it possible that I'm a shaky m in your heart?!"

God, what's going on in your little head!

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— Sherlock!John has learned from you badly!

——Oh, he is not young, he knows everything he should know.