Chess and Goldfish

The surveillance video was completely destroyed, and it had been a day since it was completely repaired.

According to a telegram from Watson's front line, Sherlock has been completely paralyzed on the sofa at home these days, lifeless, like a salted fish.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, dear, how could sweetheart do this!" Jin Te didn't believe it, and he didn't even feel surprised, "Sherlock is a man who can't live without puzzles, how can he bear this kind of life! "

"Who said he has no puzzles to solve?!" Watson widened his eyes, "Aren't you the one?"

Gent: ...? ? ?

"...There is really nothing to refute." Gent shrugged, "Lestrade sent a message?"

Watson, who was looking at his phone, was taken aback, "How do you know?" Could it be that this guy has the same deductive ability as Sherlock? !

Jin Te grinned shamelessly, "Because I received it too~"

"……"roll!

The three rushed to the scene quickly, and Sherlock glanced at Gent several times along the way, and the latter said helplessly, "Don't look at me, there is a holiday on Thanksgiving, of course I don't have class."

Mr. Detective nodded knowingly. He really didn't care about these things. For consulting detectives, there is never a holiday.

Watson: When did you develop the ability to communicate with your eyes? ? ?Teach me _(:3ゝ∠)_

Scotland Yard Police Station.

Sherlock stood next to the computer and looked at the repaired monitor carefully. Gent and Watson stood behind him silently. Lestrade sighed, rubbed the center of his brows and said with a headache, " Look at it, it's very strange, I can't say why."

It may be that the inspector's expression was too deep, which made Gent's hair all over, and he always had a bad feeling.

The footage given by the surveillance video is from the opening of the door of the armored van. Two security personnel moved the box containing the banknotes into the rear compartment. One of the security personnel—named David Auger, was the one they questioned. The man——after checking the banknotes inside and was about to close the door, he quickly lit the lighter and set the contents on fire.The other security guard didn't respond at all.

The box was closed, and the light of the fire was also cut off.

Nothing happened along the way. When they arrived at the Royal Bank of Scotland branch, the driver and the security guard opened the safe, which was empty. Then the two immediately contacted other armored vehicles and found that they were all the same, so they immediately called the police.

"That's it, that's why I said it's strange, did they really burn all those banknotes? Are they crazy!??!" Lestrade propped his hands on the table with a very bad expression, "How is it possible?! "

Sherlock pondered for a while, then glanced at him contemptuously, "It seems that your IQ is nothing more than that."

"Sherlock!"

"trace."

"What?" Lestrade was at a loss.

Sherlock pointed to the suspended screen and said quickly, "After the banknotes are burned, there will be black marks and ashes, but the inside of the safe is as clean as new."

Watson was taken aback, "God... what's going on!"

"There is only one possibility." Sherlock's eyes were burning, "What was burned was not cash at all."

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Not cash?

what is that?

Everyone has such doubts in their hearts, and their eyes are also on Sherlock. Mr. Detective enjoys this kind of attention very much, and a genius needs applause.

He gently raised the corners of his lips, his thin and angular face was full of confidence, dazzling like a pearl in the dust, attracting attention.

"Fire paper." Sherlock snorted twice, "This is a kind of magic prop. After being lit, it burns fast, with a large flame and no ashes. It is one of the basic props that magicians must have all year round."

Lestrade was shocked, "Could it be that there is a magician involved?!"

Sherlock didn't answer him, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were drooping, his slightly curly black hair hung on his forehead, and he looked unreasonably quiet.

Watson blinked, not quite understanding, "It's also possible that he bought it, but, that David Ogg... Didn't we ask him? Both Gent and Sherlock said he's fine."

"That's right!" Inspector Lestrade also thought of this, "Donovan, call that man named David Auger to ask him!"

"Already gone, boss."

"Yo, you did a good job this time?!" The gray-haired detective gave a rare smile, "Okay, it looks like you're going to be promoted faster than Anderson."

Just when everyone was booing, the man in the black windbreaker strode up to Gent, his gray-blue eyes stared straight at him, "Gint, what do you think?"

As soon as the words came out, all the people around stopped their movements and stared at these two people closely. Thanks to the inspector and the doctor, most of them knew that Sherlock had a "boyfriend". Could it be this Jinte?

The two looked at each other for a long time, the air seemed to be frozen, and the atmosphere was very strange.

Suddenly, Gent sneered, and spoke first, "Do you need my opinion?"

Everyone gasped, what's going on?Are you going to turn your back on him, force him to break up? ? ?

However, Sherlock was unmoved, and he didn't feel guilty at all. Obviously, his EQ was not in line with his IQ, and the so-called EQ was not enough to make up for it.

"Need, you say."

Jin Te secretly twitched in his heart, so now it's time for a showdown?

He could only remain calm, "Mycroft told me that his cute little brother has the brains of a scientist and a philosopher, but he has become a detective."

"Tsk." Sherlock said sarcastically, "What kind of trick is that fat man playing? What do you want to say?"

"No, I'm just stating a fact." Gent was noncommittal, "By the way, let me confirm what he said. You are indeed a detective. I don't doubt this. Most of your words are the truth, 'the truth'."

Sherlock stared at him for a while, moved his lower lip, and made a nasal sound with unknown meaning, "Huh..."

"When did you know?"

Gent threw himself into the inspector's swivel chair.

"Not very early." Sherlock's rare modesty flattered Gint.

"Not Mycroft?"

"your phone."

Gent rolled his eyes and nodded to show he understood.

"Wait, wait..." The doctor who was already frantic suddenly interrupted their conversation and slapped the table, "Hey! I said friends, what are you talking about! I don't know what to say. I don’t understand! David Auger? Or fire paper? What do you mean? Know who stole it? What does it have to do with Mr. Holmes!”

Lestrade agreed and looked at Gent quietly, "I don't quite understand, Sherlock?"

"Magician." Sherlock bared his teeth and gave Gent a warning look, "Our Mr. Ace is a magician, isn't he?"

Brutely turning the interrogative sentence into an affirmative sentence, Jin Te trembled in his heart, thinking that he might be playing off this time.

It's okay to fall off the horse!

"What?! What????!!!" Watson was shocked, "Gint!? You are a magician!?"

The person being asked touched his nose in embarrassment, "Ah, umm, that's it..."

"Is it?" Sherlock was very dissatisfied with this statement, "You are a magician, and a university professor is your amateur occupation, right? I saw it on your mobile phone, the conversation between you and that "Klee", you There is a magic prop shop in the United States, and it even performed. Do you think that fat man Mycroft will really help you cover up? If he really wanted to hide that kind of clumsy method, he would not let me find out! The only one in the world I can't detect what he can do! So, don't be kidding, he is the kind of person, it is easy to calculate you, ha, Gent, now open your eyes and see who is in the same camp as you!"

silence.

Deathly silence.

Anyone could tell that Sherlock Holmes was in a state of rage - it was so unnatural, he had never been like this before!

Gent said lightly, "Do you think I stole the armored vehicle?"

The angry fire dragon on the opposite side seemed to be silent for a while, and Sherlock tightly closed his mouth and did not speak.

John was taken aback, and waved his hands in a hurry, "How is that possible! Don't talk nonsense, Gent, how could Sherlock suspect you! You have a sufficient alibi, and even if you are a magician, it doesn't mean that you did it, right? I Trust you, Gent."

"Where's David Ogg?" Sherlock was silent for a while, then asked Lestrade.

The latter was taken aback, and stammered, "It's in the interrogation room, you go and see?"

As soon as Sherlock took a long leg, he was about to leave the monitoring room.

"Wait——" Ginter said, and he stopped Sherlock.

"You've been lying." The man simply turned his head and looked down at him, "From the very beginning."

"Didn't you always know that I was lying? From the very beginning." Gent touched the scarf around his neck, "I didn't mean anything malicious, I just promised Mycroft."

"I know." After a pause, Sherlock said lightly.

"Shouldn't you be happy?" The little brown-black curl tilted his head, his big eyes were full of doubts, "I thought you liked these, puzzles, unsolved cases, unknowns."

He is angry?Why?Why is he angry?

Isn't this what he likes?Isn't this the game they play?

What is he going to do now?exit the game?

Sherlock turned his back on Gent, "Yeah, I like puzzles, it excites me, it makes me nervous."

"It's an honor to entertain you." Gent raised his hand exaggeratedly and made a bowing motion, "Sweetheart."

As if stimulated by the last words, Sherlock strode away from here.

"I screwed up again, didn't I?" Watching the man leave, Gent glanced at Watson with a lonely and aggrieved expression, but no one noticed the smile in his eyes.

The doctor rubbed his hands in embarrassment, "umm, I really want to say no, but, yes, you screwed up, Gent, again!" He said with a bit of hatred, "You are What are you doing? He is clearly angry because of your concealment!"

Jin Te was stunned, his eyes flashed, "How is it possible? Didn't Sherlock say that he likes puzzles and the unknown? I have already made his unknown, why is he angry?"

"Gint, aren't you his boyfriend?" Watson sighed, "There is no room for deceit in relationships, even if it is well-intentioned, on the day of the revelation, it will be as bad as hell."

Gent was stunned again. He understood what Watson said, but no one had ever told him that cheating was bad.

As a magician, the first thing he learns is to deceive and mislead. Only when he deceives the audience can the magic trick be successful.

What you see is often deceiving yourself.

He thought again of what Mycroft had told him.

【He thought he was a high-functioning anti-social, but he was a solitary genius. 】

【Virgin. 】

【Who do you think can deduce Sherlock's heart? 】

Gent understood Mycroft somewhat now.

Whether it is true or false, caring, warmth, companionship, and his self-righteousness are not enough in the eyes of those people.

However, there is only one thing that makes Gent unhappy——

He's not Sherlock's boyfriend.

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——You are angry, why are you angry?You don't like puzzles anymore?

- I just don't like being lied to.