Chess and Goldfish

"There are few photos in his room, which shows that his relationship with his relatives is not good; he has no wedding ring, but he has been married. Most of the decorations in the house are for two people. He and his ex-wife lived together for a year. The reason for the former divorce was that he found out that he had Gaucher's disease, and his wife was 12 years younger than him, so there was no need to throw his best years on him; there were no tea sets and desserts in the house for entertaining guests. No one would look for him, he has a lonely personality; however, there are two teacups on the table, both of which are his own." Sherlock picked up one of them and looked at it, "There is dust on the bottom of the cup, and there is no tea stain in it, Infrequently used, apparently just found out, he had a previous client."

Lestrade asked people to watch the surveillance video at the gate of the community, and the results were soon available.

"It's Elliott Goyle." The gray-haired detective frowned and handed the information to Sherlock, "He is??... so familiar."

Sherlock glanced twice, his face a little gloomy, "Candidate for the House of Commons."

Watson was surprised, "What is he doing here? Gore and Waffle? Wait, is he the murderer?"

Gent shrugged, "Who knows, it does look like this, but it shouldn't be that simple."

Sherlock paced around twice, then walked into Jason Waffle's office, and began to look through the documents. There were many documents in the computer, one of which was signed by Elliott Gore and Jason Waffle According to the agreement, the content is confidential, and Sherlock tried to unlock it, but based on the information he got about Waffle, he could not hack the system.

"What's the matter?" Gent walked over and asked.

"The password was not set by Waffle." Sherlock was a little annoyed.

"Generally, the encryption of company documents is the bank password. It will not be set by the bank president privately. My dear, it is useless if you think about it. There are special security personnel."

They speculated that Jason Waffle's death was caused by knowing Goyle's first secret, so he was murdered.

"Could it be that President Waffle died because Mr. Elliott Gower wanted to run for the election?" Watson asked Sherlock after thinking about it.

The latter was noncommittal, just said: "Let's go."

"Where?"

"Look for Goyle."

Lestrade stared dumbfounded at Sherlock running away in a hurry, and the poor doctor was dragged out of sight by him.

Gent shook his head helplessly, "Aren't you used to it, Inspector?"

"No, I mean, of course I'm used to it—but, it's almost night, are they really going to find Mr. Gower?"

"Hope they can."

Maybe it was because the tone was too ordinary, the inspector gave him a surprise look, "Aren't you going, Gent?"

"Me?" Little Curly pointed a finger at himself, "No, no, I'm not Sherlock, but I'm being chased."

As he said that, Inspector Lestrade saw the "Sherlock's prospective boyfriend" he thought took out his mobile phone and shook it reluctantly at him.

"I have an appointment~"

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"Hmm~ Looks like you've had a good life recently?" Gent raised his eyebrows at the gentlemanly man in a suit and leather shoes and gold-rimmed glasses, and Jin Te shook his phone, "Have you started preparing for our little game?"

Harry Hart smiled, turning a blind eye to the provocation from Gent, "I assume, do you remember the last time I said that I would take you to see my students?"

"Little Kingsman."

"Yes." Harry patted him on the shoulder in a good-tempered manner, stepped aside, "Get in the car."

Out of an inexplicable emotion, Jint gave him a strange look and got into the little black car.

They were also small black cars, but the Holmes man and Hart gave him a different feeling.

It's like one is setting you up, and the other is waiting for you to fall into the trap.

They are all set, but Gent prefers to be forced.

Could it be that he has been abused?

With a sneer, it was really confirmed by the doctor.Gent didn't understand his feelings, he was more willing to get along with Mycroft than with Harry, obviously Harry was the one he had known for a long time.

In other words, it was because he knew that being with Mycroft could only be due to calculating reasons, so he was extra relieved.

In any case, Gent felt that he could not escape, in this circle.

[I reminded you, don't get too involved. 】

Mycroft's words sounded like a slap in the face, knocking him awake.

Jin Te's face suddenly darkened. Sure enough, he should stay in the United States. Why did he come to London?

——With that arrogance.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Harry was looking at him with interest, "What?"

"I should ask you that." Harry pouted, "Old friend, what's wrong with you?"

"Usually, I prefer you to call me 'old man', which makes me feel more comfortable." Jin Te nodded seriously, "You invited me here, and you must do your job well as a master. Harry."

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, and he said dryly, "It seems that you are more suitable for the United States. London can't wash away your strong New York flavor."

Gent shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "I take it as a compliment."

After finishing speaking, he got out of the car and stood on the street of Savile Row.

"What are you waiting for?"

Gent was a little numb, "Can I go in?" Your so-called secret service organization?Just kidding!

Harry gave him a look as if he was mentally retarded, "Of course not, what are you talking about?"

Gent: ... Hehe, just think of me as an idiot.

Sitting in a high-end tailor shop, holding the hot cocoa delivered by the store manager, Jin Te leaned on the sofa cushion behind him expressionlessly.

As shrewd as Harry, he exposed all the things Gent found to his eyes, satisfying his desire to see them quickly, but he still didn't know anything that Gent didn't know.

look!here we go again!The feeling of asking you to enter the urn and waiting for you to enter the set is coming again!

It's a chicken thief!

Compared with him, Sherlock is like the difference between a cat and a tiger!

Jin Te rubbed his face unhappily. He should have followed the little doctor just now. Sherlock's side must be more fun than here!

It didn't take long before two people came down from the second floor. In front of Harry was a young man, dressed a bit in a sloppy way, wearing a hat, with a dissatisfied expression on his face, but he was very handsome, with a square face and big eyes, gentle and gentle. It's white and tender, which doesn't match his attire.

Gent stood up with a froze smile on his face, because he realized that he was the shortest one in the room!

In the past, there was a doctor, and no matter how bad it was, Inspector Lestrade would support him.

But now!

He gritted his teeth secretly, and held out his hand, "Hi, I'm Ginter Ace, Harry's friend."

The little boy was a little flattered, and Gent knew at a glance that Harry must have said something, and his face was a little stiff, "Oh! Hello! I'm Eggsy, nice to meet you!"

After speaking, he glanced at Harry, who smiled lovingly behind him.

Jin Te didn't care, just praised him and said, "I heard Harry say you many times, excellent kingsman, I really hope to meet you when we cooperate with Harry in the future."

Eggsy's face was a little gloomy, and he forced a smile, "I also have this hope."

Jin Te was a little surprised, but he just raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything. Soon, his attention was attracted by the pug dog under Eggsy's feet that kept biting his trousers, "It's very cute."

Eggsy picked him up and glanced at Harry. The latter didn't respond to this. He just looked at Gent and kept smiling. Although he was a gentleman, Gent was still inexplicably unhappy.

If Little Gynt is unhappy, the consequences will be very serious, because Little Jim will help him avenge him.

In the balabala pocket, Gint took out a K of spades from it, and handed it to Eggsy, "Christmas present, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance, baby~"

The K of Spades he received was made of pure gold. It was a thin piece, but it weighed a lot. Eggsy opened his eyes wide. He was startled by the sudden gift, "Sir?"

"Take it." Harry said now, patted him on the shoulder, and signaled him to go back.

As if he wanted to say something, Eggsy opened his mouth and hesitated for a moment. Gent blinked his right eye at him. The big boy blushed and turned away immediately.

Harry walked over, relying on his height, put his right hand on Gent's shoulder, and put his own weight on it—this is what they used to do in the United States.

"Don't do anything to my students," Harry whispered in his ear, "I know how attractive you are, Golden Dragon of the gaybar, there's no Uncle Sam here to clean up your mess."

Gent turned cold, and slapped Harry on the face, just like Sherlock did to himself countless times, "Be quiet y (little stupid) 2, don't mention him, Kerry 3 won't like this name of."

After speaking, he walked towards the door and left the kingsman tailor shop.

Harry Hart watched his leaving back with an unclear expression. He pushed his glasses, "Come out."

There was a sound upstairs, and Eggsy scratched his head in embarrassment, "Um, sorry...they locked the door, fingerprints are useless, I can't get into the dormitory."

Facing Harry, Eggsy was always like this, all the sharp tongues in the past were gone, like an idiot.

Giving himself a hard time in his heart, Eggsy closed his eyes, "I'll go back right away, training can't be delayed, I know that."

"Wait." Harry said.

"what?"

Harry walked over and pulled out the solid gold king of spades from his pocket, "What are you doing? Hello! This is my Christmas present!"

"Have you forgotten all the etiquette I taught you?" Harry lowered his face, "Don't you know who he is and what the consequences of collecting things indiscriminately are, you don't know?"

"So what! I also accepted what you gave me!!"

"That's different!"

Eggsy blushed with anger, and looked at the stern Harry. He was obviously the most gentle and gentle person, but he was always so strict. Although he made the biggest concession on himself, he also knew that Harry was good to him, but , always want to resist.

Probably have such a mentality, right?

Eggsy took the card given by Harry, avoided his sight and went back upstairs.

Harry glanced at him indifferently, and then returned to the cards in his hand.

"Give this to the technical department, Merlin."

----the other side----

Gent found Sherlock and Watson, "What's the matter? Have you found it? It's Mr. Gore?"

The doctor shook his head, "It's not Mr. Gore, but Sherlock said that a person like Anderson can guess correctly once, and it seems that people with low IQs are lucky..."

Gent was taken aback, Anderson?What did he say?

The deceased was... a suicide? !

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——Although I'm late, will you play with me?

——Be quiet, you will disturb me.