Chess and Goldfish

The black curtain descended from the stage, and with a "snap", the beam of the spotlight hit the stage.

Like one of the brightest stars in the dark night, he has attracted the attention of the audience in the huge venue. He is standing in the middle of the stage, and he is the only one. That is his battlefield. attitude.

That is the most dazzling him.

The cards fluttered and danced at his fingertips, making people dazzled. Countless white pigeons flew out of his body, a piece of pure white.And the fire, after the scorching fire, is his dazzling performance.

Self-confidence, publicity, recklessness, everything is so eye-catching.

He is a magician.

【iammagic】

Gent had a satisfied smile on his face. He enjoyed all of this, the glory, the expectations, the applause, the attention, and... magic.

Everything is so beautiful.

He didn't even have to deliberately do anything. At this moment, he was just Gentle Ace, not Moriarty. Only at this moment did he feel that he hadn't changed.

……

Coming out of the backstage, it was Klee Angie who came face to face. The man was still dressed in the same damn killer outfit, leather jacket and leather pants, all kinds of silver chains and cowhide rings were hung on his body, and his long golden hair was crushed. Under the hat, thick black eyeliner gave him a touch of decadence.

Unlike Gent.

Little Gent felt that his taste was more than a little better than his, such as plaid overalls, leather shoes, and coats and scarves like Sherlock.

He beat Klee.

"Hey! Dude!" Gent called out and gave him a high five happily.

Klee took his hand and bumped his shoulder again, his pale face flushed a little more, "Jin, how is England doing? Are you happy?"

"You probably don't remember that I'm still British—although I want to say, it's really good to play." Gint licked his lips reminiscently, and patted his shoulder, "Are you sure you want to chat with me here How about finding a place to sit down? I really miss the super big burgers!"

"There are all your fans outside, big star!" Klee smiled teasingly, "I know there is a trail behind this stadium, let's go!"

The two came to Burger King, and Kint ordered a lot of things, which made Klee feel heartbroken.

Finally heaving a sigh of relief, Gent waited slowly for his meal with a straw in his mouth, and chatted with Kerry one after another.

"I came back this time just for this performance? Why am I so unbelievable..."

"You still know me." Gent smiled, "I have something to deal with, so I came to the United States."

"Yo? Are you telling me 'something happened' now? I've never seen you like this before, it seems that you have met true love." Klee touched his face, "It's a good thing you didn't fall in love with me back then."

"Get out! I don't like you!" Jinte rolled his eyes and pushed him with a smile, "But you are right, I did meet someone."

"Love?"

"Hmm~ It's not impossible for you to understand this way." Gent shrugged, "Anyway, I plan to not go home if I can't catch anyone!"

"Aren't you a Brit? Stupid!"

Gent sneered and didn't answer.

"Come on, I won't ask you any more. You can just ask me for anything. Anyway, I have been used by you countless times. No matter how much trouble you have, it won't be a problem!"

When Jin Te heard it, he rushed over with a groan, "I knew the little angel was the best for me!! Angel, you are really my lucky star~"

Pulling the man down, Kerry gave him a disgusted look, "It's Angie, not Angel!"

"What's the matter!"

"However, Jin, tell me honestly, what do those people under your command do? I never asked you, those people don't seem so easy to get along with, you...be careful yourself, especially the boss The last time I contacted you, the person who received my text message, he... Pay more attention. "

Hearing the worry in Clear Angie's words, Gent bent his mouth and nodded, "Don't worry old friend, I know, he is trustworthy, we have been together for a long time." His life was saved by little Jim Woolen cloth!

Only then did Klee nod, feeling relieved, "Then, I'm waiting for your treat!"

"I won't treat you badly, baby~"

Holding up the Coke and Klee and smiling at each other, Gent took a big sip, letting the carbonic acid bubbles fill his nasal cavity, tears streaming down his face.

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Quancetti, Virginia.

The intern of the FBI looked curiously at the man sitting on the bench at the gate, with curly hair, wearing a black coat and plaid overalls, with his legs up and down, revealing his white socks.

There seemed to be earphones in his ears, and he nodded his head, looking in a good mood.

What a strange person.

Lisa and her companions discussed in a low voice, and when they looked up, they saw the professor of crime analysis who had just taught them come out. The two immediately lowered their heads, pushing and trying to leave, but their ears perked up unconsciously. , secretly looking at the two handsome men.

Gent stood up and grinned, "Honey, long time no see~"

The visitor was stunned for a moment, and rubbed his eyes, as if he didn't quite believe the other party's arrival, "Gint! Why are you here?!"

"Come to ask you a little favor..."

Will Graham, former homicide detective, experienced profiler, and current professor of crime analysis at the FBI.

"Identity? What does she do?"

As a result, he took a bite of the sandwich that Gent gave, and Will frowned and asked.

Gent tore off the wrapping paper, sniffed the sandwich, the bacon-smoked chicken, "It's just a friend who can't be called a friend, it's not a bad person."

"I dare not agree when you say that." Will shook his head, "That's what he said to me back then." A friend who can't be called a friend.

"You haven't forgotten about him?" Gent raised his eyebrows. He had heard about Dr. Hannibal Lecter. "It's not a nature. The lady just needs a place to stay."

"Can't help yourself?"

"Probably." Gent rubbed the corners of his brows helplessly, "Crawford will never reject you, as long as you let her escape, no one will check a useless person, if it has been confirmed die."

Hearing this, Will gave him a meaningful look, "It's kind of you to trouble me as soon as we meet, Gent."

"Isn't this treating you like a brother!" He bumped him, and handed Will the coffee full of syrup in his hand--ever since Dr. Lecter escaped again, Will seemed to fall in love with this thing.

"Thought you were living like a fish in water in London..."

Gent wrinkled his nose depressedly, "Why do you say the same thing like Kerry!"

"Huh? It seems that our heroes see the same thing." Will rolled his eyes at him, and then laughed himself. His mental illness has rarely occurred over the years, and most of the time he is telling himself that he is a It's rare for a normal person to smile like this.

"Thanks in advance." Gent patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and looked at the campus in the distance.

The FBI here is almost exactly the same as the one in his previous world, whether it is the building or the placement of things, if it is not for the different personnel, without Dylan, he still has the urge to seek a job here.

But he is indeed familiar with the people here, such as Will, who believed that Gent was the murderer a few years ago, and finally became friends.

Sometimes the relationship is so strange, just like Harry Hart, Gent dare to say, that guy still can't figure out what relationship he has with him.

Or Sherlock, he didn't know what he was thinking.

From this point of view, Gent is the most understanding person in life.

He couldn't help laughing at the sudden sense of superiority, which drew Will's weird glance.

"It's okay~" I just thought of something interesting.

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After staying in the United States for two days, Gent booked a plane ticket for the third day.

"Are you leaving now?" Klee was a little dissatisfied, "It's such a hurry to come and go!"

"It's not urgent, little angel, I'm going back to clean up the mess." Gent said in an unscrupulous tone, and Klee's pale face flushed with anger.

"Okay, get lost!" Kerry said angrily, making a gesture to hang up the phone.

"No hurry, I think I need to meet my 'old friends' before I go..."

Hilton Hotel.

The little curly in a suit shook the goblet in his hand, and the champagne-colored sparkling wine in it swayed slowly. He leaned lazily against the bar, and the people around him frequently cast their eyes on him, but he seemed Without knowing it, he still stood like that, ignoring anyone.

The theme chamber of commerce is to get sponsorship for magicians, but the man who is the protagonist doesn't care about it. The agent scratches his head anxiously, trying to get that Mr. Ace to come on stage and say a few words.

"Relax, Miss." Gent lazily handed her the cup, "If I step forward, it will probably be a disaster."

Active and passive are two ways of behavior, he can't hand over his handle to others.

Whether it was Mycroft or Harry or someone he didn't know, like "Alexander," Ginter didn't want them to catch him.

"Then... what are you going to do?" The assistant was at a loss, looking at her boss wonderingly.

"Ws~ who knows, there will always be a way." Gent shrugged indifferently.

There are many ways, it depends on whether they want to do it or not.

Who stipulates that the sponsor must come forward in person?

Jin Te looked at the man walking through the crowd not far away with a smile in his eyes. The man cursed and smiled apologetically. His blond hair was neatly tied behind his head, revealing his exquisite facial features.

The suit looked awkward on him, but he was indescribably handsome.

He had never enjoyed such friendship before.

Never remember, never forget.

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——Unexpectedly, I didn't miss you, during the days when I was away.

——...This is not worth showing off (complex tone).