Chess and Goldfish

Probably no one can fathom what Sherlock Holmes is thinking, except Mycroft.

Gent sat crookedly across from the man, stared at his receding hairline and let out a long sigh, "Why can't you try my method? I'm doing this for your own good."

"Don't worry about it." Mycroft paused for a moment, then broke into a grin.

As expected of brothers, even the arc of the smile is the same.

It's just so weird and scary.

Gent shrugged, "He went to help, what else do you want?"

He stared at his hand for a while, and felt that he had shown great kindness recently, and could satisfy the other party with any request.

Whether it was Mycroft or Sherlock, he blindly backed down.

The members of the Holmes family are really irresistible.

"No, I don't have any request. In fact, I didn't ask for it from the beginning." The British government on the opposite side casually drew twice on the paper, and then handed the note to Gent, "Address."

Jinte raised his eyebrows and his eyelids twitched, "What address?"

"Someone wants to see you, my dear collaborator."

Hearing Mycroft refer to himself as "collaborator", Gint suddenly got goosebumps all over his body, and his hairs stood on end. He gave him a strange look, "Don't scream so terrible, what's my idea? I knew it a long time ago, it’s too late to say anything now.”

Mycroft's face darkened, he knew that it was impossible for the other party to give up on Sherlock, but he didn't expect to admit it so simply.

"arrogant."

"You who are arrogant will always pay the price for your actions."

Gent snorted, "So what? We are on the same boat now."

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The curly-haired man was leaning against the wall, with his white shirt tucked into his suit pants, vaguely depicting his muscular and smooth lines, like a cheetah waiting to be prey, just waiting for the opponent to show its flaws, and then pounced on it. kill.

Sherlock never imagined that he would really "obey" the "order" of that fatty Mycroft, and then run errands for him to track down the whereabouts of this so-called "password".

"This has nothing to do with me." He cursed secretly in his heart, but in fact, his actions had already betrayed him, otherwise why would he be here?

Victor Wood's home is weird.

Sherlock discovered it when he first entered, and he was even able to sketch out pictures in his mind, what Victor Wood did on weekdays, and where and what activities he carried out.

Strangely enough, he found that although he could imagine what this Mr. Wood had done, it didn't fit his inference.

For example, Mr. Wood is a pianist, he likes Beethoven, and there are many collections about Beethoven in his home. He may be full of prejudice and cynicism, but there are fishing rods and fishing gear in his home.Grumpy people don't like fishing, which is such a self-cultivating outdoor activity.

For another example, Mr. Wood has a complete set of kitchen utensils, and it has been around for some years, but he hasn't cooked for nearly a month.

Mr. Wood has a bow and arrow room. He likes to shoot. There are all kinds of bows and crossbows in it. If he is a pianist, then what he should protect most is his hands, and he should not touch such dangerous activities.

Sherlock frowned, but his eyes became brighter.

more and more interesting.

Such contradictions are full of disharmony everywhere, but only in this way can he be excited.

If Gent was here, he would definitely say, as expected of Mycroft, he will always be the person who knows you best.

Then Sherlock will be like a cat, all over the hair.

"who is it?"

A gentle voice sounded from the back room, the other party paused, then pushed away the piano stool, ready to open the door and come out.

Shocked, Sherlock immediately made a judgment. He rushed to the door, straightened his shirt, paused, then picked up the pitiful overcoat he had thrown on the ground before, and put it on his body.

"The door wasn't closed, sorry, I just came in." He said with a big smile, and there were folds all around the nasolabial folds.

It may be that Sherlock's smile is too indescribable, the visitor paused, looked at him, and said, "Oh, yes. Maybe I forgot, what can I do?"

"Ah! Yes!" The curly-haired man's eyes lit up, and he made an expression that he would only have when he saw an idol, "You are Mr. Victor Wood, right? I'm your fan! I like your piano the most, I just moved here recently, and I heard that you live here, Mr. Wood, so I wanted to say hello."

He spoke sincerely. Victor Wood fixed his eyes on him, swept over his coat and shoes, and nodded slowly, "Come and sit down."

Sherlock didn't know what politeness was, and sat down on the sofa with a big stride.

"Won't you have a cup of tea?" He raised his eyebrows and said very unclely.

Victor Wood took a deep look at him, and went to the kitchen to pour tea for him. In this gap, Sherlock immediately observed his room, just as he had observed before, it was full of sense of incongruity.

"Have we met?" Victor Wood came out with black tea and sat opposite Sherlock. He was lazily leaning on the sofa, looking very relaxed.

Sherlock's eyes flashed, Victor Wood's behavior reminded him of someone, and he also liked to lean on other people's sofas casually like this.

"Really? It would be my honor if we met!" Sherlock said in a very sincere tone.

Victor Wood nodded suspiciously, then clasped his hands together, "I haven't asked you what your name is...?"

"John Watson." Sherlock sold out his cohabitant without hesitation.

"So it's Mr. Watson." Victor nodded, "You said you're my fan? Then I'm really happy."

The smile on his face does not seem to be fake, Sherlock's eyes fell on his hands, the ten fingers are slender, and the nails are trimmed round, no matter who looks at it, they will praise, these are really a pair of beautiful hands, they must be able to play the piano .

He is trying to prove to himself that he can play the piano.

why?

Sherlock clasped his hands together and pressed his chin, his sharp eyes fixed on the tea table of Mr. Victor Wood's house, "Yes, I'm your fan, so sir, can you sign for me?"

"Oh, of course! Of course you can!" He was very happy, and immediately left the sofa, took out a signature pen and post-it notes, and hesitated, "Is it okay to sign on paper?"

"Of course." Sherlock smiled, not for autographs.

When Victor Wood signed, Sherlock kept looking at his hands. It was true that there were calluses on the pads of the fingers, but the palms and pads of the fingers were covered with thick calluses.

If you just play the piano, you won't have calluses in your palms.

Sherlock's eyes darkened, and he slowly raised his head to look at the room full of bows and crossbows.

He asked casually, "Mr. Wood likes bows and arrows?"

The man paused with his fingertips, the pen rested on the paper for a while, and then continued to flow smoothly. His expression remained unchanged, but his voice became gentler. It didn't sound aggressive at all, "Why do you ask?"

Sherlock blinked innocently, "Isn't it? I just saw Mr.'s room." He pointed to the room with a half-open door with his chin, "Is it full of bows and arrows? That's why I asked."

Victor Wood handed the post-it note to Sherlock, "It's indeed a bow and arrow, but I don't really like bows and arrows."

"Why? Is it because you are always forced to practice bow and arrow? Who forced you? Your twin brother? Or your father, no, it can't be your friend or lover, right?"

"..." The man slowly stood up from the sofa, looking down at Sherlock, "Mr. Watson, your etiquette is really worrying."

Sherlock was taken aback.

The man stroked his fingers lightly, his brows were slightly frowned, with an indescribable sadness, but when matched with his expression, it became a strange elegance, he said slowly, "I want to teach Taught you."

"Teach you, what is etiquette."

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Jin Te's heart skipped a beat, and the cup in his hand was thrown to the ground by his unsteadiness.

"professor?"

Hearing the man's unique voice, like the tearing feeling of metal being pulled on the iron sheet, Gent kept the smile on his face, slowly raised his head, frowning on purpose and complaining, "Sweetheart, I've been very unhappy recently."

"Who is bullying you again, my professor?"

Hearing this, the man chuckled, stretched out his hand and pulled off his tie, revealing a large area of ​​burn marks, criss-crossing red flesh mixed with white tendons, terrifying to death.

Gent turned a blind eye to this, without changing the expression on his face, and said in a sweet voice, "Sweetheart, it's so hard for me to see you, why do you just listen to that fat man?"

The man tilted his head, and a smile appeared on his handsome face, "So the professor is jealous. I'm the professor's cutest heart. How could I have any connection with the British government?"

"Really?" Gent was noncommittal, took out a playing card from the pocket of his suit jacket, and threw it to the man, "So, I'm jealous, what are you going to do to please me?"

The other party was taken aback, and suddenly burst out laughing, his eyes suddenly revealed the dangerous light of catching prey, and the large burn marks on his chest kept vibrating as the blue veins of his laughter were exposed, and the red flesh began to glow bright red, as if he was about to Like a crack.

The man's voice was already hoarse, and when he laughed, it became more piercing and harsh. His eyes were full of tears when he laughed, and Gent's smiling face was reflected in his light blue eyes.

Hearts K leaned in front of Jinte, instantly restrained his smile, stretched out his hand to caress the face in front of him that was less than two centimeters away from him, and said in a soft and ambiguous tone, "Professor, I love you, I love you the most." love you."

Jin Te's face remained unchanged, and his eyes gradually froze.

He knew that Jim Moriarty's subordinates were all perverts, but he didn't expect such a pervert.

This man actually fell in love with him? ! !

"boom----"

The sound of gunshots rang in the ears of the two, and the aftertaste of bullets and gunpowder spread in the air.

Gent's smile didn't change, he just slowly put away the sigp226 in his right hand, and the bright black pistol was smoking between the two of them.

"I love you too, baby."