Chess and Goldfish

Everyone at the crime scene was wearing isolation suits, except for the man in the overcoat.After Jin Te was put on an isolation suit, he followed in.

"Who is this?" asked Inspector Lestrade.

"Gint Ace, new neighbor." Watson explained in a good-tempered manner.

Gent reached out to shake hands with Lestrade, "Nice to meet you, Inspector."

"Oh, Hello."

Because I just came here in the afternoon, the things inside basically haven't changed much, only two or three little policemen and Mr. Inspector are there. Watson noticed that Anderson and Donovan were not here.

"Sure enough, the body is still there." Sherlock said inexplicably, he opened the lid of the coffin, "Inspector, your subordinate may get divorced in the near future, if his temper can be changed, maybe—— , that way, his wife won't go back either."

Lestrade looked at the footprints on the coffin in embarrassment, and silently covered his face.

Gent stood not far away, watching the man open the interlayer of the coffin, took out the magnifying glass, carefully looked at the dead man's hands, sized David Blair's body inch by inch, and even tasted it. something he touched.For a moment, Gent fell into a strange mood of confusion.

Perhaps, he can change his own rules.

"How is it? Sherlock, have you found anything?" Seeing the detective in the black trench coat standing up, Inspector Lestrade who was waiting on the side asked anxiously. It was almost twelve o'clock now, and he had to rush back to Scotland Yard. Hand in official documents.

"John." Sherlock called the doctor, who shrugged and took over the detective's work, slowly examining the body of the deceased.

Gent watched it interestingly, and moved forward to stand beside Watson.

Lestrade asked again helplessly, but Sherlock said, "Gint, what do you think?"

"Me?" Gent raised an eyebrow.

"God, you actually ask other people's opinions? I heard you right, Sherlock, has the night eroded your brain?!"

"Be quiet, Gavin." Sherlock's light gray eyes stared at Gent closely, the moonlight hit the tall nose, leaving some shadows on the side of his face, "I need someone to help me sort out my thoughts— Given your stupidity is better than the collies of Scotland Yard."

Lestrade twitched the corner of his mouth, completely unwilling to talk to this arrogant and arrogant little detective with a negative EQ.

He leaned in front of Watson, "John?"

"Inspector Lestrade." Watson turned his face and nodded at him, and then his eyes were a little gloomy. "Death from poisoning, chronic poison."

"Dikun trioxide." The curly-haired detective then moved away from his gaze that had been staring at Gent, and poured the beans at Inspector Lestrade and Watson expressionlessly, "There is a lump on the belly of his right thumb and index finger." Obvious cocoon, holding a paintbrush all the year round, and is right-handed, there are bright yellow oil paint and white cream powder on the fingertips of the left hand, which is ictrioxide (dikun trioxide). The food in the room is some canned bread and cereals and the like Yes, there are very few tableware, so he just picks up and eats. Just look at his complexion, the thick dark circles under his eyes and the extremely serious endocrine disorder, he forgets to eat and sleep to study the paintings, his hands are stained with poison, and he enters it through his mouth. So , Dikun trioxide is in these paintings, direct evidence."

"Fabulous." The sweet voice interrupted Sherlock, who froze abruptly, and the imperceptible excitement in his eyes was replaced by anger. Within a second, there was another kind of interest not brought by solving the case, just It was as if he had found some novel puzzle.

Gent licked his lips, and rubbed his thumb and index finger together a few times. The smooth fingertips made him a little uncomfortable, "My dear, I appreciate you, yes. Don't look at me with your incredible and expectant eyes. Look at me, Sherlock."

Watson couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing. After meeting Sherlock's sharp light gray eyes, he seemed to be strangled by the neck, unable to speak a word, and his face was still flushed.

He moved his neck weakly, and turned his head to talk to Lestrade, "I've never heard of this kind of thing being used in oil painting?"

"Uh... this, Sherlock?"

Seeing Lestrade asking himself, Sherlock said something inexplicably, "What do you have in your mind every day? Murder! I said it was a murder! Obviously you think so too! Why do you ask me ?”

Lestrade rolled his eyes, folded his arms and said, "So, what did you see, and who was the murderer?"

No one responded to him, Sherlock knelt down and continued to look at the corpse.

"Oh! please!" Lestrade glanced at his watch in despair, "Sherlock, I asked you to investigate the case! But you didn't say anything!"

Watson couldn't bear to say, "Sherlock."

The curly-haired detective narrowed his eyes, looked across the deep mountains of Watson, and said in a low voice without getting up, "David Blair is going to participate in the oil painting competition. Obviously, he is a loyal admirer of Van Gogh."

"How?!" Watson interrupted.There are so many paintings in the room. Although there are many works by Van Gogh, there are also a pile of works by Picasso, Monet, Seyon and so on. Yes, there are nearly [-] paintings in this seemingly small room. Paintings, big and small, some are on canvas and some are framed.

"Tsk, bright yellow! Vincent van Gogh's favorite color was bright yellow, bright and bold, and David Blair's work was to combine those two works, "Sunflowers" and "Starry Night", both From Van Gogh." Sherlock explained, "He likes Van Gogh and has a girlfriend. Although he doesn't like to go out, he is not world-weary. He loves life and oil painting. If suicide is ruled out, then it is from homicide. He chose to use poison- Drugs are used to commit crimes, which means that it is a close person."

"Close ones?" Lestrade opened his eyes wide.

Gent couldn't help laughing, Sherlock stopped suddenly what he was about to say, he immediately pointed the finger at Gent like a hedgehog, "Ha, it seems that you already know the answer, your mind is not so empty Mister Ace?"

"It's Gent, Sherlock." The little brown-black curly hair, who was nearly a head shorter than him, opened his eyes and looked pitiful—at least Watson thought so, he held back a smile and made a gesture of surrender, "Hey! Baby, don't be so mean to me, or I'll think you're in love with me, British sweetheart."

"!!" The two men on the side gasped, how dare he say it!

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to be sarcastic, but Gent didn't give him a chance, "But——Inspector, he is indeed a close person. David's performance is chronic poisoning, his skin is hyperkeratotic, and dull And warty growths, chronic poisoning are less noticeable and less painful, especially for a man who forgets to eat and sleep."

"Do you have medical knowledge?" Sherlock muttered twice quickly, and then said, "If it is an enemy, you only need to shoot him once. Talented people can approach him, so that his defense is not so strong."

Gent paused when he heard this.

EQ is not as low as in the legend, and the information does not match.

He rubbed his fingers again, and decided to give Little Fatty a bad review.

"Now, evidence." Sherlock dropped two words, stood up abruptly, and began to struggle in this room, saying as he walked, "I always thought that what happened in the afternoon was to distract us, and the murderer wanted to kill the corpse. Doing things like erasing the trail of evidence."

Watson also remembered Sherlock's "tune the tiger away from the mountain", and couldn't help being curious, "Did you find something wrong?"

"Yes." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, and after viewing the whole house, he still focused on the "Sunflower" and "Starry Night", "The corpse has not been tampered with, at least in my opinion, everything is As it is, Mr David Blair told me a lot."

Inspector Lestrade touched his chin, "It looks like you should be able to find the murderer quickly, so who is that black shadow in the afternoon?"

There was a pause there, and Sherlock said quietly, "'w. I don't have a clue, this is really..."

Before he finished speaking, Watson clearly saw interest in his eyes.

He blocked, the word is "fantastic".

Gent followed Sherlock to touch "Sunflower" and then "Starry Night". He said abruptly, "Oil paintings are usually painted on canvas." Instead of double-layer thick paper.

Sherlock paused, dissatisfied with his revealing the secret, but said nothing, and his subordinates kept tearing up "Sunflower" quickly, as if venting their anger, Watson looked astonished.

He had rarely seen Sherlock so angry, except when facing his brother!

The moment it was torn apart, white powder scattered from the inside, and there was a very small hole in the sunflower flower core on the double-layer thick paper. Because of the contact with the moisture in the air, the dikun trioxide was partially melted.

Sherlock continued to rummage, but didn't find much useful, but he said, "The large number of copies are from France, and they always believe in that. 1"

Lestrade started to chase people away, "Okay, that's it for today, Sherlock, the murderer is between David Blair's girlfriend and brother!"

"Then just take them back and ask." Watson smiled heartily, ignoring Sherlock's unsatisfactory expression - he didn't feel that he should be here today at all, and the murderer could be caught immediately!

The inspector of Scotland Yard sighed, "Sherlock, you have to consider other people's opinions. Mr. Ace is a professor, and he still has class tomorrow!"

"Kingt, please." Jinte said with a smile, "Of course I don't care about the Inspector. Sherlock's interest is the most important thing."

——You are not in love with me, are you?

Lestrade's face was twisted. He thought of what Gent said just now. He was obviously joking, but what he said seemed to be true, and now it's coming again!

Sooner or later, I will be driven crazy by these little bastards!

He had driven people out of the scene of the crime - it wasn't a big case, in Mycroft's words, just a little fix - Scotland Yard had more important things to do.

Watson patted Gent on the shoulder, "It's hard work being a professor, isn't it?"

"I always meet some naughty and rebellious students, but I think I'm used to it."

"So you treat people around you with the same temper?" Watson was taken aback, speaking without thinking.

"John—"

Someone gritted his teeth, "Stay away from him!!"

Gent: I hear you, honey.

——*——*—*——*——*——

——It’s so interesting, I won’t give it up to others.

—Stop talking to yourself.