Chess and Goldfish

"boom----"

Gunshots.

Sherlock's pupils constricted sharply, and the man fell to the ground, bright red blood gushing out of his body.

He looked at Sherlock blankly, and giggled, "The reason why he rejected me was because of you, and he actually wanted to protect you..."

Sherlock was stunned, his gray-blue eyes staring blankly at the dying man at his feet, the next second, he grabbed the man's collar with both hands, shaking non-stop, "Who is he?! Tell me! !"

However, mouthfuls of red rushed out of his mouth, and the man couldn't say a word anymore.

Sherlock still grabbed his collar, but the man couldn't give him an answer.

angry?

No, Sherlock was more troubled by something than angry.

He seemed to be able to catch something, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't get anything.

Sherlock looked up at the opposite window, and a figure flashed by.

It's John.

Immediately identifying the shooter, Sherlock quickly left here, and now he can't wait to verify one thing.

——However, sometimes not all questions can be answered, and there are always unsolved things.

The weather outside was very cold, and the moon was emitting a dim white light above his head. The man was standing under the tree, his brows and eyes were light, and there was a hint of a smile on his lips, the content of which was hard to fathom.

Sherlock's footsteps stopped, and he moved his eyes from the man to Watson with a blank expression.

"It's the taxi driver." He said dryly, answering Lestrade's certainty that he "can definitely find the murderer".

The inspector of Scotland Yard smiled in satisfaction, motioned his subordinates to give Sherlock a blanket, and then quickly walked into the room.

"John and I saw the locator on the computer." Gent raised his hand and said, "I still wonder why you left as soon as I came. He came to you, right? Mrs. Hudson said your name is taxi."

Sherlock ignored him and said to the doctor, "Good marksmanship."

Watson smiled, "I haven't regressed yet."

Jin Te curled his lips, "Honey, you are ignoring me again. I promised someone to protect you. Isn't it good that you don't give me face like this?"

Sherlock's heart moved, "That's a deal between you and that fat man, don't get involved with me."

Watson laughed and acted as a peacemaker, "Okay, okay, the case is closed, go back quickly! What time is it! If you are not sleepy, I am still sleepy!"

"Let's go first." Gent said with a smile, "I think I still have something to do."

"What——" Watson was about to speak, but he was stunned. He opened his mouth wide and looked behind Gent, and stammered, "Fu, Mr. Holmes..."

Sherlock paused and turned his head abruptly. The black coat was pulled up, which looked like a large cloud, as thick as a city.

"Why are you here?"

The man standing behind the curly hair smiled, "Why can't I be here?"

He is holding a black umbrella in his right hand on the ground, forming a fifteen-degree angle with his body. His right leg and left leg overlap, and he looks lazy. Even in a black classic suit jacket, he still has a trace of incongruity. The sharpness of the office staff.

Sherlock would turn into a fighting rooster at the sight of Mycroft, with wings spread and feathers ruffled, eager to peck.

Gent watched the conversation between the two brothers with great interest. If he remembered correctly, this was the first time he saw Sherlock and Mycroft at the same time. The two brothers were indeed incompatible, but again, no one should interfere. .

After thinking about it a little in his heart, Gent found that he couldn't destroy it, so he pouted a little unhappy.

"Stop being sentimental, my brother, I didn't come to see you."

"Gint? It seems that you have a lot of little secrets again, has he told you that he violated our agreement!" Sherlock looked calm, but in fact his clenched fist was about to wave out.

"A promise?" Mycroft glanced at him with a half-smile, "If it's a promise, I think I'm probably the one who made an appointment with him first, the number one."

Sherlock fell silent.

What he cared about, from this moment on, Gent has no idea at all.

He didn't know who changed Sherlock's stubborn mind with a few words, and he didn't know who drilled a hole in his thought palace and put a rabbit in it.

The rabbit seemed harmless and even willing to get close to you, but it took Alice and fell into the tree hole in Wonderland.

That trip was neither good nor bad, it was unknown to Alice.

The unknown is interesting.

Sherlock probably wouldn't refuse.

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"If you're that curious, accept my proposal." Mycroft said without saying a word, and walked away from Sherlock and Watson with Gint in his arms.

"What does he mean?!?" The doctor panicked, and quickly grabbed the hem of Sherlock who was about to leave, "Your brother took Jint away!!"

"I have eyes." Sherlock said darkly, "let go of your hand, John."

"errrr, sorry." The doctor let go of his hand with a dry smile, "wait, tell me what's going on first! I don't understand the bet, but I know you and Gent always like to play this kind of game , I don't care about the petty love between you, but what a proposal! What does Mycroft mean by this!"

"The case." Sherlock rubbed his hair and said impatiently, "He asked me to help him solve the case."

"Isn't that just right?" The doctor didn't understand. "Don't you like cases very much?—Oh, the premise is that the case was not given by Mycroft—Hey! Are you elementary school students? Why are you still arguing about it now?" These ones!! Harry and I have never been so tit-for-tat! Seriously, I really have no doubts about the fact that you say that you are enemies!"

When Watson became serious, he always spoke in the same way, and looked a little cute.

Sherlock thought of Gent. He said that John was special, so he couldn't help but treat him better, or even better.

This is why Sherlock said at the time that John should not be involved in the deal between the two, and Gent agreed so simply.

Rarely felt jealousy, Sherlock's fingers were stiff, his brain has been unable to be directed by him recently, and he likes to release some strange hormones.

"So, will you go? Accept his offer?" John trotted two steps, following Sherlock's footsteps, and he couldn't believe in his heart that this guy could live in peace with his brother.

Sherlock and Mycroft?Oh, don't be funny!

Winter is coming, and spring is not far away.

Sherlock raised his head and looked at the buildings in the distance. There were many neon lights in the direction of Big Ben, and half of the sky illuminated was red. The Ferris wheel by the Thames River turned and had music, which could still be faintly heard from such a distance.

He compromised.

Watson didn't know what Sherlock was thinking, but he could still feel that the tall man was in a bad mood.

Quietly took out the phone, pressed it a few times, and then retracted it, and then heaved a cautious sigh of relief.

"John!"

The blond doctor was surprised, "Here we come!"

……

【He seems very angry, remember to bring a gift when you come back. ——jw]

Gent smiled and put away his phone.

Mycroft gave him an inquiring look, "John?"

"Hmm~"

He rubbed the center of his eyebrows in distress, "He really thought you were a couple."

Gent shrugged and didn't speak, just smiled innocently.

"..." Mycroft stared, and his teeth began to ache again. He shouldn't believe this person's guarantee! !

"I warned you so many times, but it still happened! Didn't you listen to me once!"

"Calm down, dear." Gent patted Mycroft on the shoulder, "This is beyond my control."

"Who do you think would believe it?!"

"Anyway, you have the ability to stop me, so what does it matter if I admit it or not?"

When Mycroft heard this, his anger subsided a little, but that didn't mean he could let Gentle Ace go.

"I won't say anything more, because you won't listen at all." He sighed, "Gint, I hope you can understand the mood of a parent."

"I can't." Gent smiled innocently, "I also hope to have parents, just like you. But you see, in fact, I can't even remember what my parents look like."

He has lost count of how many times he has been investigated. Countless versions of his information are still thrown on the table and there is no time to sort them out. Gent thought, from this point of view, he is exactly the same as Moriarty.

What Mycroft hates the most is this point of Ginter, he doesn't eat oil and salt, and he doesn't eat soft and hard.

"Then, let's talk about Irene." His voice was hard, and he seemed very angry.

"Okay, let's talk about Irene~" Gent tilted his head and knocked on the armrest of the sofa between them.

"Sherlock will agree."

"Then you need to tell him, even if he won't listen."

Irene Adler's mobile phone was taken away. It contained many pornographic photos of political leaders and the password of an email. Therefore, she is being searched by the National Security Agency and the CIA. What is the password? Gent Moran has been asked to investigate, and it is certain that it is related to terrorist organizations.

"That's supposed to be a pianist," Gent said. "Ms. Adler said that was her guest."

"Should?" repeated Mycroft, struggling with Gent's choice of word.

"Yes, because Irene is not sure. When they were performing services, Irene passed out, and his face was not seen very clearly, and the video was taken away."

"A habitual offender?" Mycroft gave a guess, but quickly denied it, "It shouldn't be, or it would have been exposed long ago. Then, just get back the phone. As for those people from the CIA and the National Security Agency... ..."

"I'll try it." Gent grinned and showed his white fangs, "As a reward, you can just tell me what you found out. Seriously, what's that 'Alexander'? Really curious."

"you?"

"I'm going to the United States tomorrow." Gent squinted his eyes and smiled happily. Anyone who looked at him could see that he was in a good mood, which was obviously really happy. It's really hard to get a ticket!"

Mycroft gave him a fixed look, and then smiled meaningfully, "Then, I wish you a happy return home and a smooth journey."

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—Look at the new bow I bought for you, do you like it?

—…John! ! ! (becoming angry from embarrassment)