Chess and Goldfish

Anger begins with stupidity and ends with regret.

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Since Mycroft threatened Sherlock not to allow him to investigate the bank case again, the Mr. Detective got very angry and refused to speak to him and threw a hundred Ginter Ace at him.

He is not an obedient and well-behaved brother, if Mycroft likes this... Mom should not be able to have another brother at her age.

Sherlock peeked at the man in the two-piece suit under the cover of the newspaper in his hand. His curly hair was still messy, but he was unexpectedly stylish. Under the suit, he wore a light pink sweater with a V-neck , very angry.

The suit pants are not paired with leather shoes, but a pair of rotten street horseshoe boots, which seem to match very well.A dark green casual coat, as well as a mobile wallet and keys in the pockets.

"What is that fat man looking for you again?" Sherlock's face remained unchanged.

"Why him?" Gent blinked, "You know my social circle very well..."

Sherlock actually shook his head very modestly, "No, I want to know a lot more. But rather than you taking off those disguises, I prefer to expose you myself. As for why it is Mycroft...you dressed like this specially for me. It seems to me that everything has been explained."

Jinte shrugged, and slowly adjusted the cufflinks in front of the mirror. The opal cufflinks had a different charm in the sun, "Then, I'm leaving."

go? !

The newspaper reader froze, holding the poor newspaper tightly, Sherlock gritted his teeth, is this the end of the story? !As soon as he got into a fighting stance, this man died down!

Staring viciously at the back of the little curly hair going out, Sherlock pulled out the gun fiercely, patched a big mole on the smiling face gun hole on the wall, then sneered at the camera outside the window, and closed it with a huge movement. up the curtains.

Gent, who was walking downstairs, seemed to feel something. He raised his head and glanced at the window of 221b, then smiled and walked to the side of the fruit stand, squinting and chatting with the aunt, until the car The familiar little black car stopped in front of him.

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

"It's Miss, I'm not married yet." The secretary threw out a sentence without taking her eyes off the phone.

Unhappy, he moved his gaze out of the window, and Jin Te propped his chin to feel drowsy. The warm sun in the winter afternoon is the most comfortable time.

Gent likes to watch people, see people coming and going, hurrying, doing various things, and then he will guess what kind of work they are doing and what kind of personality they have.

This is what he often did when he was trained by his masters a long time ago.

--observe.

Miss Secretary didn't seem to have any curiosity about these things, she only focused on her mobile phone and Mycroft's order.

It is quite enough for a secretary to do this. MI[-] does not support idlers.

The first time he entered the place where Mycroft worked, Gent's mood was very calm. He still had the curiosity he should have, but it didn't matter anymore.

I feel like I have to wash my hands and go back to my hometown to retire after finishing a big vote.Gent thought so in his heart, and then he was amused by his lack of progress.

"Why are you so happy?" Mycroft raised his head, put his hands on the table, and looked at him indifferently.

Just as Sherlock always inspires Gent's favor, Mycroft always inspires Gent's fighting spirit.

That's right, Gent's opponent is not Sherlock, but the man in front of him.

——Sherlock is the one to be protected, the one he wants.

"Think about your hairline." Gent stared at his head with interest, "Aren't you really going to try ginger? I heard it's very useful, but the smell is a bit strong."

Mycroft's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth secretly, "This will stop you from worrying."

"That's so embarrassing." Jin Te smiled calmly, "Your brother is worried that he will follow in your footsteps and be abandoned by me."

"Sherlock will be mad to hear you say that," said Mycroft.

"Fortunately, this fact has not been told to him yet."

"Ah."

Mycroft finally remembered to give Ginter tea. Looking at the exquisite Colin-style teacup and the freshly baked cookies in front of him, Ginter unceremoniously took Mycroft's share to in front of myself.

"You will have a toothache." Against the man's death gaze, Gent explained with a smile.

"You really have a lot on your mind, so worry about yourself first, Gent." Mycroft smiled fiercely, and pulled the plate back, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Speaking of which, this is the first time I've taken the initiative to find you. It's such a commemorative event, why don't you celebrate it?"

Mycroft paused, "What do you want?"

"Bring me to dinner?" Gent thought for a while, and gave the most feasible answer, "How about Christmas? Anyway, Sherlock doesn't plan to go home this time."

"You know him well."

After guessing Mycroft's tone, Gent replied ambiguously, "After all, he is the man I like. You said, we are in the middle of that war."

Mycroft sneered, not knowing who he was mocking, "If Sherlock thinks so."

Gent curled his lips, he always couldn't get any benefits in front of Big Holmes, is it suppressed by the damn age?

"I don't believe you don't know about Irene."

Mycroft still kept smiling, "Sherlock is far inferior to you in terms of taking all men and women."

Jin Te proudly raised his head, "I'll take it as a compliment."

Seeing him like this, the British government burst out laughing, "You are really interesting, if the 'trophy' is not Sherlock, I think I will like you."

Jin Te made a goosebump movement, and gave him a disgusted look, "It's a pity, I don't have much interest in bald old men."

"Is that so?" Mycroft was noncommittal. "You bombed Ms. Adler's workplace. Do you know who her guests are? It's dangerous."

"I did it because I knew it was dangerous." Gent pouted, took a sip of the already warm tea, "She had no guests at that time—by the way, the taste of your tea is not very good, Britain has already begun Have you greeted the guests with old tea?"

Mycroft frowned, took a sip from his teacup, and then lowered his face, "Anthea, who made the tea today?"

There was some movement outside the door, and for the first time, an uneasy look appeared on the secretary's face, "Sorry boss, I had something to do just now, and I asked someone else to cook it."

"Reboil." Mycroft put down the cup, pretending not to see the powder sprinkled on the side of Ginter's cup, and smiled falsely, "The hospitality is not good, I will treat it next time, Christmas."

"I have raised my requirements." Gent proudly raised his neck, "An incomparable Christmas gift, better than Sherlock's."

The British government looked at him for a while, and then smiled fondly.

Wait, he used the word pampering to describe Big Holmes! ?

Gent twitched the corners of his mouth and turned his eyes away.

"She came to me to cooperate, you must know that."

Mycroft didn't deny it, just tapped the table lightly, "You agree?"

He was still a little uncertain about Gent, and after thinking for a long time, he decided to tell Gent, "Actually, that lady also came to me before."

Jin Te was taken aback, "What did she say?"

Mycroft observed his expression, and recounted lightly, "Senior-scandal-related scandals among senior government officials, there are photos in Ms. Irene Adler's cell phone, and these should not be leaked."

Jin Te blinked, "She also came to me because of this. Obviously, she believes in my ability more than you."

I heard from Moran that Irene Adler came to him not only because of those pornographic photos, but more importantly because of the contents of the phone and seeking asylum.

【Professor, she is being hunted down. 】

Jin Te suddenly remembered the big order he rejected a few days ago. Some terrorists found him and said they wanted to cooperate.

He was with Harry at the time, so he refused without thinking, but at this point, he had to replay the scene in his head again.

Mycroft observed Gent's expression, and slowly frowned, "What do you know."

"That's right." Gent admitted bluntly, "But I'm considering whether to tell you, anyway, you will always know, either from me or from somewhere else."

But if you know it from me, it's going to cost something.

Hearing the hidden words from behind, Mycroft tightened his mouth, and finally chose not to ask.

He was right, he would always know, but if he owed Professor Moriarty's favor, he felt that this would not be fun.

——Will fall into an unfavorable situation in the game, and then be killed, directly out of the game.

So, Mycroft sighed and rubbed his brows tiredly, "I thought we were friends."

"Does the soft policy work? Do you think?" Gent smiled half-smile, "Okay, for the sake of you being Sherlock's only brother, I will make a concession."

Mycroft put away his fake expression and returned to the normal state that Gent had seen, "What concession?"

"Alexander." Jin Te straightened his expression, "I'm a little concerned about this name. As a reward, I will tell you the secrets in Irene's phone. Apart from those scandalous photos, there are more important things. She is being hunted down. .”

Hearing this, the British government narrowed its eyes, "She is seeking your asylum?"

"That's right." Jin Te raised his neck, "Then gave me this name, and I'm still considering the value of this name, it seems that it should be worth it, and I will give her some shelter."

Hearing what he said, Mycroft sneered a little, "You can do a lot of things, some protection, it seems that your network has expanded a lot."

"Don't be so sour, my dear." Jin Te winked at him, "My network is still helping you track down the Sun Project~ You look like I abandoned you, it's really not good How does it suit you."

The British government took a deep breath, and felt that sometimes its hairline receded so quickly because of these people, so it aged quickly.

"I see, I hope you abide by your agreement."

"You say this every time we meet, can't you have something new?" Gent was dissatisfied, "For example, talk about the history of Sherlock wearing crotch pants when he was a child, or come to Sherlock's fifty-question session, or tell me about Sherlock's What is the ideal type? Ah, why don't you tell me what kind of daughter-in-law my aunt likes! I can do it!"

Looking at the big shiny eyes of the little curly hair, Mycroft remained expressionless, "Get lost!"

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—Your brother is so annoying!

——Congratulations, you finally see through this point.