Chess and Goldfish

St. James Street, Garnier Club.

The waiter registered the membership card with a sleepy expression, and looked out the window impatiently. The damn weather was clearly late autumn, and it was raining and freezing cold.

He muttered a few words, shrunk his neck, buried his chin in the scarf, and saluted the customers respectfully.

"Mr. Weber, Mr. Titan." The waiter looked at the membership card in his hand, checked the records in the computer, and then raised his head to look at the two, a short man with blond hair and a tall man with curly hair and a mustache.

The waiter shook his head, ignored the different photos on the computer, and let people in directly.

Sherlock and Watson looked at each other, and looked at the little curly hair in front of him. The latter seemed to notice the gaze of the two, turned his head and grinned, his teeth were white.

Sherlock, who was about to say something, finally closed his mouth, his eyes darkened.

Watson, on the other hand, patted Gent's shoulder with a smile, "Thank you, in various ways."

"In order to solve the case." Jin Te snorted and said meaningfully, "You have to get rid of the suspicion. Evasion is not the way to solve the problem. I like to attack directly."

"A man's way." Watson understood.

"Have you said enough?" A cold voice came from behind.

Gent and Watson nodded with a dry smile, and saw a black figure flying past them and leaving, the coat was flying, the robes were billowing, and the momentum was extraordinary.

"What a...unpredictable person."

Laughing lowly, Gent followed in the footsteps of the two.

The last subway train in the early morning of that night ended at the Garnier Club, so all the banknotes that were transported away were here.

In the Garnier Club, there are definitely secrets.

Letting Watson and Gent out, Sherlock took the opportunity to get into the office and entered the client list on the computer.

Jason Waffle's name was on the screen, and the computer showed that he had been a member of this club for ten years.

"It looks very lively here, are there so many people every day?" Gent approached the waiter at the door.

The blond lady nodded with a blushing face, "Yes, people come almost every day."

"So welcome~"

The lady nodded shyly, Jin Te narrowed his eyes, approached her and asked, "So, you have been working here for a long time?"

The blonde girl named Vera nodded, "Well, I've been working here for almost five years."

"Really?!" Little Curly made an exaggerated expression, "I thought you just graduated!"

"No way." Vera lowered her head and tugged at the hem of her clothes, "Guest, you are looking for me... um..."

"Ah, that's right, I want to ask you about someone." Gent said with a smile, "Do you know Jason Waffle?"

Vera was stunned for a moment, her face was a little strange, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's dead." Gent said lightly.

Vera turned pale all of a sudden, covered her mouth and couldn't speak, her eyes widened, staring straight at Jinte.

Watson tugged at Gent blankly, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Gent repeated, with a somewhat inexplicable tone, "I should ask Miss Vera about this."

"He...is he really dead?" Vera asked tremblingly as she lowered her hand.

"I don't need to lie to you." Gent said, "You're just surprised. It's just a transaction. Don't make a sad expression."

The blonde girl's complexion suddenly darkened, and she became even more ugly.

Watson pointed at her in disbelief, "Brand, deal???"

"This lady is Jason Waffle's mistress, and she has an unknown underground relationship."

Vera shook her lips and pulled out a mocking smile, "Since you also said it was a deal, why, are you blaming me for coming here now? What do you have to laugh at me?!"

"You misunderstood me, Miss." Gent laughed again, "I just came to ask you about his past, after all, you know best, don't you?"

Vera was silent for a while, then said slowly, "He hasn't shown up for nearly a year. Even if he shows up occasionally, he's just here to talk to someone about business. I haven't talked to him."

Jin Te nodded, knowing that she wasn't lying, and Jason Waffle's Gaucher's disease also happened in the past year.

"We've known each other for more than three years, and it's always been an affair. His wife never found out." Vera smiled, "That woman, she doesn't care about Jason at all. Of course, it's useless to say these things from my standpoint. his money."

Watson was stunned and glanced at Gent, but the latter just stared at Vera, and said in a very serious tone, "You also said that you don't need to give your sincerity in a transaction, not to mention, Miss Vera, I'm afraid you are just hiding it." It's just fine."

The blonde girl paused, her expression was not very good, but she did not refute Gent's words. She took a deep breath and continued, "He often comes here to play cards. He is very powerful at the card table, the kind who is all-powerful."

"Can you tell me who is at the poker table?" Gent interrupted Vera.

Vera nodded slightly, "Some are regular customers, and some are random visitors. There are a few who have a better relationship with Jason, Mr. Phoenix Maxim, and Mr. William Hilton."

Gent blinked, "Okay, thanks for the message. I'll give you a big gift in return."

After speaking, he took out a key from his pocket and handed it to Vera.

"Bank of Zurich, the legacy left to you by Mr. Jason Waffle." Gent patted the blonde girl on the shoulder, "Sometimes, you still have to trust your lover, he is not a bad person."

……

Watson looked at Jin Te with a complicated expression, and the latter brushed his curly hair angrily, "How about it, John! Did I look so handsome just now!!"

"..." The doctor sighed, he thought Gent was sad about their relationship, but he didn't expect you to be like this!

Sherlock came out of the office with bright eyes, "I know who the mastermind is!"

"Maxim, Phoenix Maxim." Ginter interrupted.

"Hey!!" Sherlock dissatisfied, "How can you ruin my fun!"

"No one wants to know about your fun, Sherlock." Watson rolled his eyes. "Just now Gent asked about Jason Waffle's lover, but seriously, why Phoenix Maxim?"

"Partisanship." Sherlock muttered a few words, "wanting to put the blame on Elliott Goyle and make Jeff Kennedy uncomfortable. —Aha, what a bore."

"Since it's boring, don't check it anymore." Gent shook the phone, "Your big devil is calling, Sherlock."

The curly-haired detective turned dark all of a sudden, "What? He's looking for you!? Would you listen to him like that?"

Gent shrugged, "You don't need to know about it, but your brother told you not to investigate further. It's no good to know too much dear. He said not to get too deep. You don't like being with politicians like him the most. Is it? I don’t want to be on the same side with Mycroft when investigating the case, so let’s stop here.”

Without a word, Sherlock slammed the door out.

"He didn't attack you!" Watson took a deep breath, his tone was incredible, "Seriously, Gent, how do you know this threat is useful?!"

"This is not a threat to dear, but an advice." Gent smiled, "As for why he didn't attack me...he is the purest person in the world."

The doctor with a question mark on his head shook his head vigorously, "Hey, slow down, Gent! Wait for me!"

"Why are you the same height, John...cough..."

"Is it interesting to attack my height at this time!?"

"……No."

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The big meal on Thanksgiving is turkey.

It’s the end of the year, and the Christmas atmosphere on the road is getting stronger. Candy canes in candy stores are in short supply. Bells and elk antlers are also hung up. The combination of red and green has become the mainstream for a new period of time.

Sherlock finally gave up on that case, and Gent knew that he met Mycroft, because only a little fat man can persuade Sherlock, or to use the word persuasion is not very appropriate, coercion plus temptation, Sherlock can't beat his brother .

Gent finally changed out of the blue scarf and wore a long scarf with red, green and white stripes, and a camel windbreaker to dress up as a literary youth.

It has to be said that the girls in the school are like this, and there is an endless stream of people who blushed and came up to say hello or make an appointment for dinner.

Gent's good temper refused.

After tidying up the documents and textbooks in the backpack, I greeted my classmates as usual, "The final exam is before Christmas, get ready, this is the last class, if you have any questions, ask ta1, during office hours I will Will be at school, email me if you have any questions."

On the way back, I met unexpected people.

"Eggsy?"

Gent paused, and stopped the boy who looked like a bastard, with his hat turned backwards, and a gloomy and dull expression on his face.

Hearing his name, the boy raised his head. The man in front of him was very elegant, dressed like a gentleman, half of his face was hidden behind the scarf, only his big eyes were left staring at him, which were originally brown eyes under the neon lights. Under the reflection, it became a caramel color.

"...Mr. Ace." As if instinctively, Eggsy tensed his body, saluted solemnly, and then froze for a moment, looking away as if thinking of something.

Gent rolled his eyes and smiled, "Long time no see, Eggsy, how are you doing recently?"

"Not bad." He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and answered cautiously, "Sorry, Mr. Ace, I didn't have time to prepare the gift you gave me last time for Christmas."

Gent waved his hand indifferently, "That's not important, Eggsy, to be honest, don't you really want to call me Gent? Mr. Ace or something... really old, shouldn't I look younger than Harry Are there many?"

Eggsy was amused, "Gint."

"Don't be sad bro, I'll accompany you for a drink?" Gent threw his backpack behind him and fiddled with his hair. "You look like you need a martini urgently, am I right?"

The little gangster was happy, he touched his hat, and followed Gent's footsteps.

This looks really good, like a mature man.

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——It’s not bad to listen to my brother once in a while~

--Shut up!Easier said than done……