Chess and Goldfish

Watson has always believed that love is born from the heart.

For example, it is very difficult for a person who looks handsome and looks like a gentle gentleman to do obscene and disgusting things.

But since getting to know Sherlock and starting to get in touch with all levels of society with him, his three views have been completely subverted.

For example, Sherlock's homeless army, these people are not as bad as he imagined.

For another example, those murderers who committed disgusting murders were all sanctimonious.

Seeing Elliott Goyle, Watson instinctively thought that he was the murderer of Jason Waffle, anyway, he could only think about these things, no matter how many clues he had, he couldn't judge in a second like Sherlock .

Yes, one second.

As soon as she entered the door, Sherlock was about to turn around and leave. Watson grabbed him and said in amazement, "Sherlock?!"

"What?" The big detective frowned, "He's not a murderer."

"What??" Watson didn't believe it at all. "Wait—what are you talking about? Forget it, how! At least tell me, how!"

Sherlock glanced at the doctor, and said in a low and quick voice, "His identity is unmistakable, he is a candidate for congressman, he is busy with election issues recently, and he went to the bank president just to get a loan and check the property under his name, and register it .He went to the restaurant after leaving Waffle's house, bought hot dogs and coffee, if it was a murderous congressman, he wouldn't be so leisurely, look what he was doing just now? Home theater. There is no doubt that he He has done nothing wrong. He is not a doctor, an ordinary public official, has no medical experience at all, and is healthy and loves sports. Therefore, such things as intravenous injections will never be done by him. The deep hole on Waffle’s body happens to be in the vein area. People without medical experience will not be able to find the exact location."

"Gudong" swallowed, Watson opened his mouth wide and watched the man leave in a hurry.

Elliot Goyle, who had been analyzed all over his head and face, looked confused, as if he was choked up. After a long while, he spoke sullenly, and said to Watson who had not had time to leave, "Excuse me , may I ask who died?"

Watson muttered absently, "Mr. Jason Waffle, the president of the Royal Bank of Scotland's Fulham head office."

Upon hearing this, Gore opened his mouth in feigned surprise, "God, I saw him this afternoon!"

"Yes, you are right, then I will go first!" Watson nodded indiscriminately, and ran to catch up with the man in black.

Elliott Gore sent him away with complicated eyes, took out his phone and dialed a number, "You guessed right, he is going to blame me, thank you for reminding me."

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Suicide, he never thought it was suicide.

Sherlock took a look at the test sample, "High concentration of chloride-potassium chloride, the injection volume is 150mg/kg, because of Gaucher's disease, Jason Waffle's blood concentration is low, which prevents him from Sudden death, the delay time is about 8 minutes."

He took out his mobile phone and made two gestures on it, "This is building No. 3, the villa area. After going out, you have to go out of the courtyard and the aisle. The round-trip time is about 5 minutes. If you want to dispose of the needles, he only has 5 minutes. How far can he go in five minutes?"

Lestrade looked confused, "Wait, Sherlock! You said he committed suicide?!"

Sherlock replied dryly, "Yes, you heard me right, he committed suicide. Very well, now Anderson is going to cock his tail proudly, are you happy, Gavin?"

"No, no, why would you think that!" Lestrade said sullenly, "I definitely won't."

She glanced at him mockingly, "You think I'll believe it? Gent can expose such a clumsy lie!"

Gent: ...? ? ? ?

Watson chuckled, "Alright Sherlock, but can you tell me how he committed suicide?"

"Ha! He's a Gaucher patient!"

"so?"

"Don't you guys understand that?" Sherlock stared at them with wide eyes, "Gaucher's syndrome!"

Watson nodded impatiently, "I know, he is what he is, so?"

Gent smiled, "I understand, Sherlock wants to say 'long illness becomes a doctor'? Because he is a patient with Gaucher's disease, he often goes for treatment or invites someone to treat him. He knows the structure of the body very well. , he is very smart and graduated from the London School of Economics and Political Science, University of London, but few people know that he also studied at St. George's Medical School, University of London, and dropped out halfway."

"So, the intravenous injection is easy for Mr. Waffle." Watson murmured, "But why did he do it?"

"Why?" Sherlock pouted, took off his gloves and walked towards the door with terrifyingly large steps, "Another self-righteous fool!"

"where did you go?!"

"Find evidence!"

Watson shrugged and smiled at Gent, "I still can't get used to him after so long, Gent, how about you? How did you talk last time? Well, I mean your misunderstanding? Well, it's me Misunderstood you."

Although he was a little incoherent, Gent still understood. He patted Watson's shoulder in relief, "Honey, I don't care. It's just a friend. I will stick to Sherlock forever."

The doctor trembled in his meaningful words, and changed the subject with a dry smile, "Ahaha, that's right, what evidence is he looking for?"

"Needle." Jin Te was speechless, and his brain collapsed when facing the blond doctor's head, "I'm also starting to wonder what your little brain is thinking every day..."

Without saying a word to Watson, Gent looked up and saw Sherlock standing at the door, looking at him sharply.

Still that childish expression, still that dissatisfied look, in some respects, Sherlock Holmes is an extremely stubborn and arbitrary man.

Common genius?So did Gent himself.

"You found it?" Gent went up to meet him, took his hand, and held the syringe in his hand.

Sherlock paused, and let the little man take away the evidence he had found. He withdrew his hand uncomfortably, and said dryly, "Well, I found it in a trash can within 5 minutes away."

"Oh! Damn!" Hearing this, the little curly hair jumped away immediately, pinching his nose in disgust, "You smell so bad that you can compare to biochemical weapons! Sherlock, why didn't you say it earlier!"

The vengeful detective narrowed his eyes, and immediately leaned forward to get close to him, his tall nose almost bumped into Gent's face, "You despise me?"

Gent groaned, trying to avoid him, "God, you..."

"How am I?"

"……childish!"

"Hmph!" Sherlock looked condescendingly, "Who is naive?"

Gent: ... qaq mom!Someone stared at me with their nostrils!

Lestrade looked at Watson with a wooden face, and the latter smiled dryly twice.

"Did we... disturb them?"

"No...they..." They are defiant at all! ! !

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"Okay, case closed." Lestrade stretched his waist and smiled at Sherlock, "Thank you, Sherlock."

The latter waved his hand, "Inspector, you won't forget, right?"

"What?" After speaking, Lestrade froze.

Sure enough, he immediately received contempt from the great detective.

"Bank vault! Cash truck! Ah! God, you really forgot!" Sherlock turned around twice, and walked with a rustle, "Aha! I should say that I am really stupid, do not do business and have no brains Scotland Yard!?"

"Sherlock!" Watson tugged at the corner of Sherlock's clothes in embarrassment, "It's too much..."

"Look! You can even forget your job! How else can you do things?" Sherlock looked at people from the corner of his eyes and sneered, "Will Mycroft be pissed off? In this way, I don't have to work so hard. It's a great thing, isn't it?"

"Have you learned to be ironic??" Gent gasped exaggeratedly, and looked at Sherlock in amazement.

The latter paused, swallowed back what he wanted to say, and gave him a fierce look, "Let's go! Go back!"

"Didn't you go to see the armored van?" Watson was puzzled.

Sherlock pulled Gent's wrist and walked towards the main road, hailing a taxi while walking, "A cash truck? Then you have to ask Lev if the surveillance video has been answered first!"

"... Lev?" The doctor was at a loss.

From behind came the insane roar of the detective from Scotland Yard, "It's Greg!!! Sherlock you bastard!"

……

"You are...very enthusiastic today." Gent commented meaningfully.

Watson, who was sitting in the passenger seat, froze, wishing to get out of the car immediately, he moved his body in confusion, and finally his heart of gossip overcame his conscience, and he pricked up his ears to listen.

Sherlock pressed the phone, "Mycroft."

"Oh." Jin Te replied unhappily, "I thought you had expressed it, but it seems that I am thinking too much."

Hearing this, Sherlock paused when he pressed the phone, but did not answer.

Seeing this, Gent smiled, not saying that is the beginning of success, isn't it?

"So, tell me, my dear, why do you disguise suicide as homicide?" Gent asked, which was also curious by Watson, and he immediately answered, "Yes, Sherlock! Since you chose suicide injection, why did you still choose suicide injection?" Going to hit a pillar? What's with the wound on his head?"

Sherlock moved his eyes and said, "Give the blame to Elliott Goyle. The specific reason is unknown, but he wants people to think that he was killed by Goyle. As for the head injury, it is to divert attention. Someone came to check and saw that he was injected with an IV. The first reaction was that he killed himself, but he would soon suspect that he committed suicide because there are not many people around him who know medicine. Waffle would not live long, Gao Xue Syndrome will shorten his life, in his condition, less than a year."

"So you want to die vigorously?" Jin Te nodded thoughtfully, "If people's common sense is used, after the murder is over, the murderer will disguise the homicide as suicide to cover up his identity, giving police and investigators As a smoke bomb for the perpetrator, people will be more convinced that this is a homicide."

Watson understood this, and immediately interjected, "So he did this to make people believe that he was killed, but the surveillance told us that no one around him is a medical student, so how is the intravenous injection possible!"

"So, this is the only failure." Gent commented with his mouth curled.

Sherlock squinted his light gray eyes and looked out the window expressionlessly, but his eyes were full of interest.

"I really want to know what he is hiding..."

In the end, why did he want to blame him?

Who stole the money?

For what?

Who is manipulating behind him?

"They don't know anything about him..." Sherlock's eyes lit up, "Waffle is a smart man."

Jin Te tilted his head, "How do you say?"

"...umm, let's wait for the surveillance video to come out, I need to confirm my thoughts."

Giving Ginter a wrinkled smirk, Sherlock returned to his meditative state.

smart people?I am it!

Little Gente thought a little arrogantly.

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——You actually appreciate a dead person and don't appreciate me!

——You are so stupid that there is no medicine to save you.