Chess and Goldfish

There are white doves flying in the sky, passing through the successively falling clouds, the azure blue seems to be the boundless sea, and it is also like crystals in the cave. The winter in London is a painting.

The train passed by in a hurry, and the wheat fields in the village had lost their color. Only the scarecrows stood by the edge of the field, and the telephone poles were arranged one by one. When passing by, only afterimages could be seen.

The TV in the carriage was playing Christmas songs, and the crisp children's voices sang pure joy, as if all the children in this country were looking forward to the coming Christmas.

Presents, socks, Santa Claus, elk, candy canes, and a full month of holidays.

Well worth the wait, isn't it?

When Gent typed the last word on the computer, the train arrived. His teaching plan for the next semester just finished writing. An extraordinary trip is a good material.

From the train station, you have to take the subway to get to 222b Baker Street. Gent packed his things slowly, put on his coat and scarf, and was the last one to get out of the carriage.

He was away for four days, but it felt like a month had passed.

Jin Te rubbed his eyebrows and feet, and the feeling of being summoned in his heart became more and more profound.

What kind of state would that tall man be in?

He closed his eyes and secretly pictured the man's every move in his mind. Maybe he was lying on the sofa and immersed in his thinking palace, maybe he was twisting his thin waist to wrestle with someone, or maybe he was fucking A subwoofer fluently and sexyly attacked John's low IQ.

Thinking of this, Gent felt his blood boil.

He probably doesn't want to play this game anymore.

The masters have warned him that the consequences of being too conceited are always bad.

When they were young, they all suffered.

Gent was a little unconcerned at the time. He always felt that even if it was a bad consequence, he had to try it before he knew it. If he didn't try, he might always be that kind of person, right?

The character of not hitting the south wall and not looking back doesn't know who he followed, but he doesn't think it's a bad thing.

Hearing from John, Sherlock finally relented and he agreed to take the case Mycroft gave him.

Mycroft always has a way to make his younger brother obey, but it just takes a little effort, which is just a piece of cake for the omnipotent British government, right?

[Preparing a welcome dinner?Don't I deserve such a big face? ——ke】

There were a lot of people in the subway, and Jin Te was squeezed into a corner, a little far away from the door, but he was not in a hurry, with a gentle smile on his face, some mischievous and some well-behaved, and the harmony of contradictions was vividly reflected in him.

[You think highly of me, Gent, but Sherlock will be snatched away if you don't come back!I didn't believe it at first——jw]

The hand pressing the keyboard paused, and the people around saw the curly-haired man flattened the corners of his mouth, and the elegance just disappeared in an instant.

The pupil with the schoolbag moved aside, trying to stay away from him.

【...It's only been a few days? !I remember I told you to watch him for me before I left!It doesn't matter whether the case is murder or even having trouble with Mycroft, John, you broke your promise. ——ke】

Snatched away?

Be careful if you let me know what you've done, little detective.

[You are venting your anger!All I can say is that Sherlock is out with a lady, going to a concert!He also let me show him a suit, oh my God, you can't believe it!Help him look at his clothes!Did he think he was some kid who just went to college?Chasing a girl is so preoccupied... Seriously, Gent, what's wrong with you?Sherlock didn't react too much when you left. — jw who broke his heart]

With a sound of "Ding--", the bell rang in the silent carriage.

Strangely, the little curly who received the text message laughed again, as if the haze just now had never appeared.

Gent squinted his eyes, pressed a few keys with one hand, and then got off at the next stop. He decided not to take the subway, but to take a taxi to watch a concert.

By the way, meet his little detective.

[I'll take him home, remember to keep the door open, John. ——ke】

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He chose a tuxedo dress, a dark gray suit jacket, and dark gray suit pants with a ribbon inlaid on the side, looking casual and gentlemanly.

This was Watson's handwriting. Sherlock moved the bow tie around his neck uncomfortably. Compared to this, he was more used to unbuttoning it or putting on a tie.

This silly bow tie will make him look like an oversized Christmas present.

There are not many people in the music venue, probably because the performers are not very famous. There are six safety exits in the venue, which is very convenient for evacuating the crowd.

There is a black Steinway grand piano on the stage, two upright pianos in two corners, pure white, and a symphony orchestra under the stage, responsible for accompanying the performers.

Sherlock silently read the player's name, and unconsciously glanced at the person beside him - Irene Adler.

When he saw her for the first time, he couldn't analyze anything, but that was because she was naked, but this time, it doesn't seem to be much different?

She dresses expensively and pays attention to the most popular things. She doesn't have too many accessories on her body, a pair of earrings, a necklace, and no rings.

Her clothes are new, as are her shoes, and her handbag is something she's seen before. It contains a mobile phone and wallet, etc. The mobile phone is new and has no value in it.

Her makeup is exquisite, her eyeliner is attractive, her hairstyle is a meticulous lady's attire, she is both solemn and charming, and her gestures can show a good upbringing...and, a strong dust.

As for the others... due to insufficient information, it is impossible to judge.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked away.

"Are you satisfied?" The woman's charmingly smiling voice came from the side, and the voice was indeed magnetic and hoarse at her age.

She seems to be addicted to cigarettes.

Unmoved, Sherlock stared blankly at the stage, pursed his lips and remained silent, revealing a sign of rejection all over his body.

Irene Adler looked at him with interest, "I thought you were very happy, look at your outfit, the Sherlock Holmes I know is not like this."

Damn John!

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth, and scolded that troublesome person in his heart.

With a sullen face, he said dryly, "Respect, ma'am. The etiquette of the Holmes family will not be criticized."

"Pfft~ cutie, listen to what you said~" Irene covered her mouth and smiled straight, her eyes fluttered, full of charm.

"I'm not your lovers, so don't treat me like this, it's useless."

"That's what Mr. Holmes told you? I'm a promiscuous person?" Irene tried to open her eyes wide, trying to look innocent, but it was useless. The person opposite was Sherlock Holmes.

"I'm not bored enough to inquire about these things, ma'am." Sherlock moved his lips, his gray jewel-like eyes focused on the stage, and he didn't give any extra care to the stunner beside him.

This is not right!

He shouldn't be like this!He should be full of curiosity and exploration of Irene Adler!

Just like when you are hungry, there is a big meal and a small biscuit in front of you. No matter who you are, you will choose the big meal.

Sherlock closed his eyes, secretly annoyed in his heart, when did he start to be so picky?

The same is true of Sherlock, and genius cannot avoid axioms.

The existence of Gent makes the appearance of Irene Adler seem so powerless, so who will pay attention to what little tricks this lady is playing?

"But you're right about one thing. If it wasn't for that fat man, I wouldn't be here to solve some furry problems for you." Sherlock squirmed his lips and gave her a malicious look.

Irene froze for a moment, moved the corners of her mouth, trying to pull out a perfect smile.

Mr. Mycroft Holmes said that Sherlock would help her solve the problem. He was very interested in this case. Irene did not believe it. Although she is a woman, it does not mean that she will believe everything, especially this kind of case. Under the banner of peach-colored information.

She keenly noticed that there was no movement from Professor Moriarty, and the name "Alexander" could not shake his heart. This also helped Irene to be convinced of one thing, Sherlock was going to help her.

why?

--ha?Who doesn't know that consulting criminals and consulting detectives are incompatible pairs?They are tit for tat.

——You said you never heard of it?God, you are not so ignorant!

- It has already been spread!Although no one has seen the real face of the consulting criminal, it is conceivable that he must be a better man than Sherlock Holmes!He is so sexy that all the criminals in London are crazy about him!

Irene also thought so, so she accepted the proposal of the "British Government" frankly, accepted Sherlock's help, and then handed over the useful information to Mycroft.

As for the authenticity of that information... no one stipulates how true it must be!

But she didn't know that in what she thought was a relationship where the snipe and the clam competed and the fisherman reaped the benefits, the snipe and the clam were the ones who helped each other, and she was always an outsider.

How can there be eternal enemies and friends?It's all about benefits.

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When Gent walked into the music venue, the track he was playing was "Symphony No. [-] in E-flat Major", also known as "Eroica Symphony".

The notes are smooth and full of emotion, and the rhythm is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, bursting out with unspeakable passion.

Everyone was immersed in the music, and the performer knew the piece, so he played it very beautifully.

But he was the only one who turned his head the moment Gent walked in.

It's like the emotion of "looking for him thousands of times in the crowd, but suddenly looking back, that person is in a dimly lit place".

Gent couldn't hide his smile anymore.

He was still wearing the same old coat and overalls. He looked much younger, but it didn't match the style of this very high-end concert hall.

He winked at Sherlock, walked over quietly under the strange look of the ticket inspector, and sat in the back row of Sherlock and the lady.

"Miss me, honey?"

The voice was soft and sweet, with longing and comfort in it.

Irene has always been sensitive, she raised her head suddenly, and met a pair of big caramel-colored eyes, very beautiful.

Although she admires the professor, Sherlock is also a good man, and she really appreciates it.

It's just... Did she meet a rival in love?

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— what are you doing here! ?

——If I don't come, are you going to be abducted by that woman! 【Complaint face】