Chess and Goldfish

"I will always keep a hand for myself."

The man said gently, he stroked the top of the boy with curly hair, "My little knight 1, you must always remember this."

Gent didn't understand at the time that Dylan always had a sad face when he said this sentence, as if he was facing such a painful thing.

He has seen Dylan perform the disappearing cabinet, perform the escape technique, and it is always so perfect, so amazing.

When the Four Horsemen were most famous, Jin Te was not very old. He didn't know what kind of mood the masters were performing, but he knew that what he saw with his eyes was not real, but it was gorgeous and fascinating. .

Gent was not called Gent at first, but he was named Gent only because the masters said that their heir was a little knight.

Later, Daniel told Gent that Dylan's words were actually told to him by his father.

The cause was a conspiracy, a conspiracy to kill Dylan's father, to destroy one of the greatest magicians.

Jin Te seemed to understand, but he firmly remembered this sentence.

[Always, keep a hand for yourself. 】

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"I'm a magician, not a head-on fool." Gent smiled and untied the rope from Sherlock's hand, "Honey, the fisherman's knot can't trap me."

That was the lesson he was going to learn from the very beginning, the escape technique.

Sherlock looked at him with a slightly strange look, "I thought you would pretend to the end, hypocrite."

Jinte shrugged indifferently, "As you wish, since I am a hypocrite, I should do what a hypocrite should do."

"for example?"

"Like, pretending to be a nice guy—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I theirs!"

Gint's sudden scream caught Sherlock a little off guard. As he said, he couldn't guess Gint's actions.

This is really damn.

The door was pushed open with a "bang".

A man broke in, holding a golf club in his hand, with a panicked but fierce expression, and he was not a character to be messed with at first glance.

Sherlock's movements froze, and he said with some uncertainty, "Victor Wood?"

The man slowly put down the cue he was holding, and looked at Sherlock and Gent with a condescending meaning, "Sherlock Holmes."

His extremely certain tone made Sherlock finally confirm one thing.

"You were the one at the opera that day," said Sherlock. "Your Morse code was good, but who was the message for? Let me guess. It wasn't Irene Adler, she didn't even know her." You, or rather, don't know you like this at all, you are indeed Victor Wood, although your appearance now is very different from when I first came in."

He paused for a moment, "Should I continue to call you Victor Wood or call you disrespectfully—'Second Personality'?"

The air in the room seems to freeze suddenly for you.

And all this was silent but was broken by Jin Te.

"Don't say that, you've always been rude."

Sherlock: ...

He glanced at Gent with a confused expression, "Do I need to continue? Mr. Wood with another personality, full of violence, blood, and rudeness... What else is there, yes, stealing."

Gent tilted his head and glanced at the blushing man with a thick neck. He was over 1.8 meters tall, even a little taller than Sherlock, so could he be sure to hit him with one hit...

That being said, Gent wouldn't be stupid enough to fuck him head-on.

After receiving Sherlock's color, Gent stepped back quietly, walked into the blind spot of Victor Wood's sight, kicked the man's spine with a high side, and hit the back of the man's head with an elbow. As he fell forward, Gent wrenched his golf club out of his hands and took his tie to tie a modified fisherman's knot for Victor Wood as well.

"Playing these in the hands of a magician, you are far from enough to see."

Mr. Wood, who was already in a coma, couldn't answer Gent's words, so Sherlock's voice was even more abrupt.

"Hmph, arrogant."

Gent didn't look up, "Are you talking about yourself?"

"At least I don't joke about things I can't do."

"Then you're just worried about me." Gent said with a good smile, "I saved your life anyway, don't always mock me, who doesn't like to hear sweet talk? Tell me more or less." .”

Gent didn't wait for Sherlock Holmes' iconic poisonous tongue. He raised his head and met the detective's light blue eyes. He seemed to be looking at him seriously, as if he was about to say something, but when he looked carefully, And nothing.

His heart skipped a beat, and Jin Te's throat seemed to be clogged with a ball of cotton. He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, so he looked away uncomfortably.

"Come and see here, Sherlock." Gent spat at himself, a typical example of being out of words. He pointed behind the man's ear, "How many... pustules? Yewwww, it's kind of disgusting."

Sherlock stared at him fixedly for a few times, then finally looked away, casually took out his gloves and put them on, "Go find your phone."

"He's not dead yet, why are you wearing gloves?" Gent was surprised.

Sherlock froze, "You don't care about me! Why are you talking so much!"

"...Pfft, okay, I'll go find my phone."

Gent smiled secretly, and he walked to Mr. Victor Wood's back room.

Irene Adler's cell phone is also a BlackBerry, and Gent couldn't figure out why people in this world like to use the same cell phone. Sherlock Holmes does, and so does the owner of his body, Jim Moriarty.

Gent pursed his lips, walked straight to Wood's bedside, and took out the phone from the base of the lamp.

He stood in the room for a while, with a strange look on his face, then suddenly turned around, walked to Victor Wood's bookshelf, and pulled out a book from it. As soon as he opened it, a small black book fell out of it. slim tube.

The bookshelf is facing the head of the bed.

"Why did he install a camera for himself?" Gent said casually, the man had already walked to his side, and pulled out the small black thin tube from Gent's hand.

"It's not his own." Sherlock said firmly. "Someone installed a camera on him. Obviously, he is being watched."

"...What is he monitoring him for?" Jin Te was taken aback, this feeling came again, things beyond his control-this feeling is really not good.

However, Sherlock didn't think so. Anything beyond his prediction made him very excited. After all, he was a detective, the only consulting detective in the world, and he was always passionate about cases and things he didn't understand.

In some respects, Gent and Mycroft are very similar, they are both the kind of "superior", not to say how high the status is, but that he is used to controlling everything and planning everything, as if facing a commander On the platform, Gent is used to standing in a high place and making deployments.

But Jim Moriarty is different. He is a man who plays with the world. He can do whatever he wants, and he can use any means as long as the goal is achieved.

What he is obsessed with is fun and the benefit brought by the result.

Even if he was asked to trade his life for an interesting thing, as long as Jim thought it was worth it, he would go back and do it.

madman.

Gent remains on the sidelines.

He sighed, he was so similar to Mycroft, I am afraid that he would never be able to date Sherlock in this lifetime.

Feeling the man's grievances, Sherlock was shocked immediately, and looked at Jin Te with strange eyes, "What did you think of?"

"...It's nothing, I asked you what that man is watching him for?"

Sherlock hesitated, "Can't give a clear judgment."

"Is there anything else you don't know?" Gent chuckled.

Sherlock gave him a meaningful look, "There are a lot." He spoke in a low voice, but there were deliberate elements in it, listening to it, as if flirting, Jin Te's tailbone numb, and suddenly there was point to react.

He tilted his head in embarrassment, "Well, what about us now?"

Sherlock sniffed, "Decipher the password of the mobile phone and give that fat man an explanation - of course this is what you have to do."

"how about you?"

"Me?" Sherlock happily shook the small tube in his hand, "Of course I checked this."

Jinte laughed, the dimples around his mouth were round and sunken, he looked a little cute, and he really wanted to be poked, obviously, someone did it.

It was an accident to do such a thing, Sherlock froze in place, fingers still on Gent's face.

He felt the same stiff body of the person who was poked, and said dryly, "Anderson and Donovan said that there should be some entertainment occasionally."

Gent: …………? ? ? ?

He didn't fully understand Sherlock's meaning, but it didn't prevent Gent from feeling the meaning contained in the man's action.

That's why he's stiff.

Sherlock would have such emotions?Don't be kidding, he will never believe it.

Gent's unscrupulous and unscrupulous at the beginning is because he knows that Sherlock is a man who is separated from "mortals". He is a genius with a high IQ. Usually, geniuses don't have this kind of emotion, or they are dull or don't care at all.

Sherlock himself said that he wanted to be his lover for the rest of his life.

He is so presumptuous.

Gent thought angrily, it was because of this that he was so presumptuous.

【He is a genius, but he is also a person】

All human beings have desires.

Master once said something like this when he mentioned Walter 1.

Gent has never met that man, but he knows that he is a criminal with a high IQ and a lunatic.

In a way, geniuses are all in common.

"You said Donovan, so do you also want to kneel and wipe the floor?" Gent tried to relax as much as possible, teasing Sherlock as before.

But he underestimated the man's ability to learn, "That's when you kneel down, and I will only stand behind you and supervise you."

teddy.

Jin Te blushed.

He must be crazy, delirious.

Why are you telling Sherlock this? ! ! !

Glancing viciously at the unconscious Victor Wood in the corner, Gent wiped away his bitter tears, "Why don't we decipher this code together?"

Such a blunt technique of changing the subject.

Sherlock glanced at him, but said nothing.

Gent only cared about suppressing his inner unrest, and didn't see what the detective beside him was seeing.

If he saw it, he would know how similar those eyes were to his former self.

cunning.

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—Love is a dangerous disadvantage, your brother told you.

—I know, I'm just trying to switch places.In the next few days, I will attack you and defend, why not try?