Chess and Goldfish

"Tell me first, are you really angry, or are you just acting?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Why did you mislead them?"

"I learned from you, you often do this."

The little curly hair was amused, "You're quite reasonable!"

The big detective gave him a sideways glance, not even bothering to give him out of the corner of his eye, "I just learned something that I've never used before."

"for example?"

"Take advantage of people's sympathy and public opinion."

Gent gritted his teeth and said, "Despicable!"

"Thank you." Sherlock smiled, his light gray eyes seemed to have stars, "very useful, isn't it? I don't mind what people think of me, victim, emotional offender, freak, madman, psycho, whatever good."

"What do you want?" Gent sneered.

"The game continues." Sherlock showed his white teeth, "However, I will start the game first."

"..."

"You knew my identity a long time ago, and that's why you chose to expose me at that time?" Jin Te couldn't believe it, "Is it just for this?"

Sherlock gave him a pair of contemptuous eyes, "Yeah, don't you call yourself a genius? Why? Can't understand this kind of emotion?"

[Individual-centered, what geniuses want is a sense of identity]

Dominate the game, become the protagonist, become the center, and the ultimate goal of everything is to seek a sense of identity.

Geniuses are lonely, so they need applause.

No one understands them, no one understands them.

Gent opened his mouth and sighed, "Understood." But you must not be because of this.

…………

Rolling over on the bed, Gent closed his eyes.

The body is very tired, but the brain is running at high speed, and the excitement is unreasonable.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly. In the dark night, the eyes were bright like the dim light from a pack of wolves preying on them, and the dopamine was about to materialize.

Gent touched his beating heart and slowly grinned.

More and more looking forward to our game.

Want to get you, want to get you more and more.

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Lestrade rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, David Ogg did not lie, and was even shocked when he saw the surveillance that recorded his behavior.

To sum up, only one conclusion can be drawn, hypnosis.

A hypnotist is not difficult to find, but there is no need to find one, because Sherlock already knows why.

"What did you say?!" Lestrade couldn't believe it, "You say it again?"

"It's self-stealing." Sherlock's face was tense, "Jason Waffle stole the bank deposit by himself."

"No, wait! How? And why?! There must be a reason!" Lestrade didn't understand, "He obviously committed suicide, why did he bother before committing suicide? Also, the hypnotist, why don't we investigate?"

Hearing this, Sherlock paused for a moment, his eyes skipped over Gent, "There is nothing to investigate, Jason Waffle's behavior is very strange, but none of this is as important as that motive."

"Motive?" Watson scratched his head, "Isn't it for money?"

"What money do you need when people are dead?" Gent said helplessly, "Mr. Wafu has no children, his ex-wife divorced him, his parents also divorced, and he lives affluently. He also has Gaucher's disease himself. Is it necessary to go through so much trouble? If it’s just for yourself.”

"Then..." Watson thought about it for the same reason, "What should I do now?"

Sherlock said, "Find the cash first, and when you find it, you will know the motive."

Gent said that Sherlock's mind is always so clear, so that he has a future.

"Are you going to ask Mycroft?" Gent smiled triumphantly, "He must be happy to tell you."

"Shut up." Mr. Detective said coldly, "John, let's go!"

"Hey——wait, Sherlock!" Watson moved his ears uncomfortably, "Gint, you should come too, Sherlock doesn't care so much, and it just so happens that we can also prove your innocence."

Then, the doctor cautiously approached Gent's ear, "Those people all suspect you."

"Doubt me." Gent is also a person who can turn interrogative sentences into affirmative sentences. He tilted his head, "Then why do you trust me, John?"

"Me?" The blond Teddy smiled cutely, "Probably intuition."

His blond hair glowed in the sun, like a flame, burning quietly.

Jin Te stared at him bluntly for a while, and then slowly broke into a smile.

"This statement is very interesting."

Watching the little curly hair in a leather jacket catch up to the detective, Watson scratched his head, not sure if he was talking to himself or to someone, "Sherlock trusts you, why don't you say this..."

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Gent always felt that Mycroft was the brother-in-law, and he was too kind to the little detective.

He is not very happy.

As for the reason, he didn't know what to say.

Is it jealous of the brotherhood of big Holmes, or jealous of little Holmes' self-confidence.

The British government issued roadside monitoring, Sherlock clasped his hands together under his chin, pursed his thin lips lightly, and his gray-green eyes were extremely alluring under the light.

Bizarre heterochromia.

When God created man, he was really partial.

Sherlock is undoubtedly the favored favorite, he is intelligent, brave, handsome, he is a genius, and he attracts the attention of countless people.

Jin Te sighed, such a person, like a light source, has no reason to refuse to approach him.

"At 1:15 in the morning, a van from a moving company drove out of the bank." Sherlock pointed to the suspended scene, then turned to ask the lobby manager beside him, "Is the sofa in your bank broken?"

The lobby manager was very nervous. She rubbed her hands and stammered, "Yes, yes. The president said in a meeting a while ago that the facilities in the lobby where business is handled are outdated, and the sofas and water dispensers should be replaced. So I contacted the manufacturer and the moving company."

Lestrade nodded and accepted the explanation, "But why did you choose the night? Who would work in the wee hours of the morning?!"

The British probably can't understand why someone would do these thankless things outside of working hours.

"Well, because there are too many guests during the day, you only have a chance after get off work?" Gent shrugged and answered.

There were faint unfriendly glances around him. It would be unwise for a person who had just been suspected of being an accomplice to speak at this time. Gent blinked his eyes to hide the malice and sarcasm in his eyes.

"That's exactly what he said!" The lobby manager nodded hurriedly, "That's what the president said!"

To shirk responsibility when something goes wrong is probably a common trait of human beings.

"It's too late at one o'clock in the morning..." Watson muttered a few words, and he glanced at Sherlock, whose eyes flickered.

"Go and see first." Sherlock frowned, pointing to another picture, "It drove to the garbage incineration plant, there is no specific surveillance video in that direction."

Lestrade glanced at them, "Sherlock, if you find it, tell me and report anytime!"

Sherlock gave him a mocking look, then turned around and left with a particularly loud movement, and the sound of footsteps was loud.

Watson laughed dryly and followed him out.

Gent patted the Inspector on the shoulder, "He's Sherlock, Inspector, so I'm not afraid that he will retaliate against you." After speaking, he smiled and shook his head, "Especially when someone pays attention to this place."

Lestrade froze, and a man wearing a classic three-piece suit and holding a black umbrella appeared in front of his eyes.

Not everyone can afford the hospitality of the Holmes family.

The three of them came to the incineration plant and saw a van outside the plant, which was the one from last night.

Watson frowned, "When is this, why is there such a place as a waste incineration plant??!"

"It's been abandoned for a long time." Gent looked around and said, "It doesn't look like it's been used much, and now it's a parking lot."

"...Is this a slum area?" Watson rubbed his head in a daze, a little confused, "How could there be those stolen cash in this car?"

Sherlock glanced around, walked back and forth, and then answered Watson's words, "I never said that there were stolen banknotes here."

"Huh?" Watson was stunned, "Then what are we doing here?"

"Looking for someone." Throwing away two words, Sherlock set his sights on the residential area next to the abandoned incineration plant.

It was a residential area similar to a resettlement house. Sherlock walked to the door and knocked on the window of the man who was watching the door.

"Who!?"

An unhappy voice came from inside, irritated after being disturbed, hoarse, and full of hostility.

Sherlock smiled, "Oh! Hello! Excuse me, we are here to find Mr. Elf Billy, where is he?"

Upon hearing this, the man left and opened the window with a vigilant expression, "What do you want him for?"

"Oh, does that white van parked outside the junkyard belong to him? I can't get out of the car that blocks me." Mr. Sherlock, actor, acting perfect, Sherlock Holmes made an aggrieved expression.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, he opened the door and let them in, "I am, I will find the key and go."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and grabbed Elf Billy's arm, "You hypnotized those two security guards."

Billy turned pale with a "swish", trying to break free from Sherlock's grip in a panic, "What are you talking about?! I don't understand! I didn't do that!"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "After you finished your deal with Jeff Waffle last night, where did you go? The bar? The club? It seems to be a club, the Magic Club? You are a member there, down and out Street magician, it looks like you're not doing very well, how much did Waffle pay you?"

"You!! What do you want!" Billy looked at him in horror, "I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know that Waffle!"

Sherlock smiled mockingly, "It's useless to talk too much." As soon as he finished speaking, the siren of the police car at the door rang.

"you----!?!!"

The man's eyes widened, his canthus cracked.

Lestrade came over, glanced at Sherlock, and handcuffed Elf Billy.

"It was Waffle who came to me!!! I just took his money! I didn't do anything else!! What I did didn't break the law!!!" Lestrade frowned while walking and screaming, causing headaches. Eyebrows sealed his mouth.

"You did not break the law, but your actions were ordered by Waffle, Mr. Accomplice."

Looking at the man who was taken away, Watson sighed, "It's over, it's still worse than the whereabouts of the money, isn't it? I can go back and sleep well today!"

He looked at the moon above his head, blinked at Jinte, and said loudly deliberately, "Ah! I thought Susan was looking for me, I have to go back! She will definitely be angry!"

After speaking, the blond doctor jumped into the police car and left.

Susan is about to break up with him.

Sherlock stared at Watson's back, hesitated, and closed his mouth.

Jin Te laughed out loud, "Are you helping me out? I thought you wouldn't do such a thing. Innocence is not that important to me."

Sherlock glanced at him, and said stiffly, "Don't be sentimental, I just find out the accomplices and solve the cases and puzzles. It has nothing to do with you."

"That can't deny that you did help me." Gent tilted his head and took a deep breath, "The air is really good, Sherlock, let's walk back."

"...Please allow me to tell you, this is outside London, do you want to go until tomorrow morning? Mr. Ace, who has no brains."

Mr. Detective smiled maliciously, and stopped the only taxi on the side of the road, "I like the night scene so much, please enjoy it, good night."

He left without mercy.

Jin Te stood where he was and smiled, but his eyes were filled with sadness.

He paused, then turned around and returned to the residential area just now.

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—You're so sweet, sweetheart.

—…Don’t do unnecessary things.