Chess and Goldfish

He turned around and picked up the paper towel on the table, wiped his hands carefully, tilted his head and looked at the man kneeling on the ground, his right leg was still bleeding, and the gurgling red was gushing out.

But there was an intoxicated smile on his face, and a chichi voice came out of his throat, "I knew the professor would not disappoint me, you must have discovered Gore 1, the professor is still so smart."

"Of course I'm smart." Gent tidied up his clothes, opened the door and walked out, "I don't care about the deal between you and the British government. This American terrorist attack was not ordered by me. Your people should evacuate quickly. I bet you will fail."

The man who hadn't changed his face after being injured suddenly turned cold, and looked up at the little man sullenly, "Professor, what does this mean?"

"Didn't you ask me to come here just for the password?" Gent tilted his head, "It's okay for you to deceive the British government. We have known each other for so long, do you think your lies can be hidden from me?"

Not waiting for the other party's ambiguous smile, Jin Te put on an expression full of interest and intoxication, "Daddy has a lover~"

After finishing speaking, he patted his ass and left without any sense of guilt for the mess he left behind.

Heart K's smile was distorted on his face, and a hoarse laughter came out of his throat, "Hehe... my love? It's not good for the professor to like the new and dislike the old..."

The professor should always love himself, how can he love others?

The man raised his hand, pressed his thigh fiercely without changing his face, dug in it for a long time, and threw the bullet with flesh mottle and blood on the ground.

Then he unzipped his trousers and stroked his bump. After a long while, he let out a muffled grunt and stepped out.

He let out a long breath and half-lyed on the ground.

"I will always love you, Jim Moriarty."

#####

Sherlock's temples were throbbing, his head was in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, there were stars.

The back of the head seemed to have been hit hard by something, and he wanted to reach out to touch it, only to find that his hands were tied behind his back, and tied in a... fisherman's knot?

"Sherlock."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Sherlock's muscles tensed up suddenly. He turned his head stiffly, and met a pair of caramel-colored eyes.

"Gint?!"

He was taken aback, and lowered his voice, "Why are you here!? Didn't you go...to see that fat man?"

Jin Te curled his lips and said unhappy, "I'm here to save you, is this how you treat your savior?"

"Save me?" Sherlock glanced at Gent's hands that were tied up like himself with a half-smile, "How do you save me? Bite the rope with your teeth? Mr. Rabbit?"

Sherlock was mocking at first, but he didn't expect the person on the other side to blush and scolded, "Is this your pet name for me, sweetheart? Oh, I'm so happy~~"

Great Detective: ...

Turning his head blankly, Sherlock swore that he would never say such a thing again, the person in front of him had no sense of morality at all, well, although he didn't either.

Jin Te laughed twice, and said to himself, "When I saw your brother just now, I suddenly felt something was wrong—you know Sherlock, if the object is you, my intuition has always been accurate. Amazing—so I knew something was wrong with you when my heart beat suddenly increased."

"John wasn't with you today? Where did he go?"

Jin Te paused and asked suddenly.

"work."

"You really are listening to me, Sherlock." Gent chuckled, "This is a nice gift for me."

Mr. Detective bumped into him impatiently, "You haven't finished, what happened when I passed out?"

You're so smart why don't you figure it out yourself!

The little daughter-in-law of Jinte gave him an aggrieved look, "Then I came here. Did Mr. Victor Wood misunderstand you? He told me that Mr. Watson has too many things to do, and he has to take care of it." to entertain you. Did you tell him your name was John Watson?"

"Huh?" Sherlock snorted.

Jinte chuckled, "That's really something you can do." He paused, and then said, "Then I said I came to find you, and he came over and strangled me, and then tied me up too." Here it is."

What Gent said was very understated, Sherlock was startled, and looked sideways under the dim light. Sure enough, he saw bruises and red marks on the neck of the curly-haired man, and the lines were similar to those of Mr. Victor Wood. hand conforms.

He pursed his lips, complex emotions flashed in his eyes.

Sherlock Holmes has no weaknesses.

He has always faced everything by himself, and he is not used to dragging others into his cases, because that is what he is interested in, and it is a career he is eager to try and indulges in.

But for others, what he loves is danger.

John is an exception. As an "assistant" and "cohabitant", he will inevitably be pulled in by Sherlock. Besides, he is a soldier, and he has a natural yearning for such bloody things.

But what about Gent?Sherlock had a headache. He found that his deductive method could not be implemented in front of this person, because he was an exception and he couldn't see through him.

Before, he had been guarding against Ginter Ace.

Because he thinks that Gent has been pretending, why should he pretend?If it wasn't for hiding some ulterior secret, there was absolutely no need for him to pretend.

But Sherlock quickly overturned his own thoughts. He didn't seem to have any special purpose. Gent's disguise seemed to be innate, or if Sherlock knew Gent before, then he would definitely find out , maybe he was faking it from the beginning.

Gent would laugh if he knew that's how Sherlock saw him.

But equally, he'd be amazed by Sherlock's sharpness.

Yes, he was in disguise, living life as Jim Moriarty.

Forced to be this person, forced to take over his strength, he has no choice.

But he can choose who to work with and how he lives.

"Did you come by yourself?" Sherlock was silent for a while, and then asked. He found that he didn't need to observe him to communicate with Gent, he just needed to ask, and then use his proud judgment to judge whether he was lying That's it.

Gent has always disdain to lie, he only keeps three points in conversation.

"Of course." Jin Te rubbed his leg against him aggrievedly, "I ran over as soon as I sensed something happened to you, how could I have time to find someone else?!"

What he said was a bit exaggerated, but Gent did not expect that the person in front of him would have such a reaction.

"You... sorry."

Gent was taken aback, "...Sherlock?"

The curly-haired man was a little impatient, he kicked his legs, "I said you shouldn't come, I didn't expect Victor Wood to be so troublesome, so I didn't make any preparations, and I can't save you if you come here."

So you were worrying about yourself?Jinte hooked the corners of his mouth silently, and a burst of joy suddenly surged in his heart, "Then what should we do?"

Sherlock moved his legs again, "At this time, you should expect the efficiency of the British government. If that fat man can find out that I am missing within an hour, he will be able to rescue us, ha, God? An angel? Rescue... I can even use this word to describe that fucking fat man!"

As always, a sarcastic face.

Jin Te laughed out loud, full of joy, "Then I have to look forward to it."

"..." Sherlock fell silent.

Both are silent.

Not long after, Sherlock spoke again. He didn't know if it was because of the darkness that he spoke unscrupulously, "Why are you tired of talking?"

"What?" Gent was stunned, unable to understand what he meant.

Sherlock's gray-green eyes flickered in the darkness, and in the dim light, it seemed as if he could see the whole world from within.

He looked at Jinte silently, pursing his lips, as if he had used a lot of strength.

Gent bit his tongue hard until the smell of blood came out, he laughed dryly, avoiding the man's sight, "You are nothing like you, Sherlock, I don't even know you Will you care about this?"

Sherlock opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed it and changed his words, "I'm a detective, and I only want the truth."

"That's the truth, no one believes you like me, and no one believes that I like you, except John - oh, he doesn't count, that guy is simple-minded and kind, he believes everything you say - so, No one has won or lost our bet, so why act? Who do you want to show it to? Mycroft? Come on, I don't think even Mrs. and Mr. Holmes would believe it."

See, he is not the only arrogant person in the world.

After listening to Little Curly's self-contained remarks, Sherlock's heart was unexpectedly calm, as if he had expected the other party to say that.

"It's you who are stupid, Gent Ace."

You're stupid, you don't know anything about me.

Moreover, the very beginning of the bet, isn't whoever falls in love first loses first?

You are so stupid that you can't even find the point.

Sherlock wanted to say something more, but finally died down.

It's better for him to swallow those remarks that are too un-Sherlock.

So, the final conclusion is, "Your iq can really lower the IQ of this room, no, it should be the IQ of the whole street."

When Jin Te heard it, all the sorrows and sorrows were gone, and he was immediately laughed angrily by the man in front of him.

"You're injured and can't stop your mouth?! Does your leg hurt?" He said, pressing on his calf, "Are you going to wait foolishly for the British government to come to rescue you?"

Sherlock frowned, and silently estimated the extent of the injury to the calf, probably like a soft tissue injury, "It's nothing serious, do you have a better way?"

Seeing Sherlock with "How could you, a stupid mortal, come up with ideas that I can't even think of" written all over his face, Gent smiled mockingly, stood up abruptly from the ground, and then pulled his hands away from behind.

Sherlock's eyes widened for a moment, looking at the rope that fell on the ground, suddenly he didn't know what to sarcasm.

"I'm stupid? So who's going to save you, sweetheart?"

——*——*——*—*——*——*——*—*——*——

—It's funny, I may love you, but you don't know.

——Then you don’t know, maybe I love you too.