Chess and Goldfish

"—You don't think she will really use this password, do you?" Gent looked at Sherlock in disbelief.

The man became extremely embarrassed. He stared blankly at the little curly hair in front of him, his eyes filled with anger.

A second ago, he vowed to enter the four-digit password into the phone - [sher].

As a result, the input was wrong.

"...Why not?" Sherlock said lightly, "It was obviously Victor Wood who changed her password."

"He's so smart?" Gent couldn't believe it, "But to be honest, it's ked. This is the sexiest confession I've ever seen, Sherlock, you enter it yourself... aren't you shy?"

"Shut up, Gent."

Sherlock ignored him, turned to Victa Wood, rolled over his body, took out the gloves again, opened his eyes and began to examine.

"See what?"

After a while, Sherlock stood up again, "I think I need to take him to the Barts laboratory, he needs to be checked."

Jin Te was taken aback, "He's still alive!"

Then the little curly hair received Sherlock's contemptuous look, "I know he is alive, but I need to do an analysis of his genes."

"Shouldn't it be a mental condition? He has a second personality!"

"But at the same time—he still has a genetic disease." Sherlock curled his lips, brushing across the acne behind the man's ears and his asymmetrical facial features, "Go and have a look in his room, he should have a doctor's certificate there , this camera was apparently installed by his psychiatrist."

Jin Te's scalp exploded, "This is already a violation!"

"So what." Sherlock looked flat, "If it is the country's order, this is a legitimate thing."

As if hearing the meaning in Sherlock's tone, Gent slightly opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"So, I hate that fat man."

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"Specificity." Gent fiddled with the phone, and the small BlackBerry twirled in his hand, facing the man in a three-piece suit opposite him.

Mycroft propped his chin up and looked at Gent with a half-smile. The man's expression was still that everything was in his hands, even though he really didn't know what happened in that room.

Ginter paused, then suddenly said, "That's why your brother hates you so much."

Mycroft pouted noncommittally, "I know Sherlock's duplicity, and you are the same Gent, don't always dream about things that don't belong to you, I don't want to be your big brother."

Jin Te's face sank, "Before you became my big brother, we were still collaborators. You don't need me to remind you, Mike, collaborators are based on equal status, and you are delusional."

The words are full, but the British government seems to have missed the point—"Before you became your big brother?"

He suppressed the smile on his lips, frowned and looked at Gent, "What did Sherlock do?" He didn't believe that if it wasn't for what Sherlock did, the consulting criminal in front of him would say such a thing, or did he say, "Are you serious?"

He also told himself earlier that it was just a game!

Mycroft shook the pen firmly, "Breaking a promise is not something a gentleman should do."

"You should say this to Harry Hart, I'm not his Kingsman."

"So you're here to demonstrate to me now? Huh? To show off?" Mycroft was a little annoyed. He seemed to see the curly hair in front of Future holding his younger brother's hand and showing off in front of him.

Jin Te tilted his head, "Freedom of love, your brother is too lenient, I believe my mother will like me."

The chapter "snap" was slapped on the table, and Mycroft gritted his teeth, "That's not your mother!"

"It's almost here~" Jin Te narrowed his eyes happily, and made a gesture of holding a bag, "Brother Mike, don't forget my Christmas present!"

Mycroft: .....would like to kill him.

"But are you sure you don't know what happened just now?"

Taking two deep breaths, Mycroft asked Miss Blackberry Secretary to bring in a cup of hot chocolate—obviously not for Gent's sake, he said slowly, "Say it."

"I'm talking about particularity." Gent put the phone on the table and leaned crookedly in the armchair. "Victor Wood is a pianist, and he likes Beethoven's pianist."

"His room was full of Beethoven, but he never played a piece of Beethoven."

Mycroft nodded. "Go on, I don't know when Sherlock fell in love with the piano."

"Music is always in common, do you understand, you who play politics?" Gent taunted with a flick of his tail.

"Who do you think Sherlock taught him the violin?"

"..." Jin Te opened his mouth wide and looked at the little fat man fiercely. Sure enough, that half-smile appeared on his face again.

"I really hate your look." He sighed.

"What a coincidence, I don't like you either."

When Jin Te heard it, he became more and more depressed. If he gets married in the future, how will his sister-in-law live together_(:3ゝ∠)_

"So, Sherlock said that because of his uniqueness, Victor Wood wants to be a unique person." Gent paused, and continued, "He has a dual personality, and I don't know what his No.1 personality is. Yes, but his second personality is a very violent and fierce person, he is good at bows and arrows, but I don't know if his second personality can play the piano."

Mycroft nodded, "So, what did you find? What's the password."

Gent sighed, "You're not very patient..."

"Oh?" Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "You are the first person to say that about me, isn't Sherlock more impatient than me?"

Jinte gritted his teeth, "He's one of his own." Can't he protect his shortcomings?

"..."

——I really want to know what expression Sherlock will have if he knows that he is the "short".

"The password is [free]."

Mycroft glanced at the phone in his hand, nodded, and smiled, "K?"

"Hmm~" Jin Te nodded, "From the way he plays and the way he plays, it can be seen that he is a man who thinks he is unique, so he never refuses to be copied, and he refuses to copy others."

Sherlock and Gent found a bunch of discs at Victor Wood's house, all of which he played himself.

Sherlock frowned. He didn't have much research on electrical appliances and IT, so he didn't understand why Gent was looking for them. "This CD?"

Gent didn't make a fool of himself, he said to Sherlock, "These are discs with an anti-theft system. After the normal data track, a mode1 and a mode2 bad track are added, or multiple mode1, mode2 and audio tracks are alternated. Bad tracks. In this way, most of the current burning software will refuse to copy because they cannot distinguish the format of the source disc, so these things are unique."

"K." Sherlock narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to look at Gent.

The latter smiled slightly, pointed to the words on the disc and said, "That's right, it's [free] lock, he changed Irene's password."

"What was it before?"

Gent shook his head, "I think only Mr. Wood knows. After all, he can knock a woman unconscious on the bed and take her mobile phone and change the password. I will never believe that he is just a simple pianist."

Sherlock smiled faintly, and Gent could see the joy written in his eyes, "What a coincidence, I thought so too."

Mycroft took a sip of hot chocolate, tilted his head and said, "So Sherlock is at Barts now?"

"I think so." Gent shrugged his shoulders. "Mr. Victor Wood has a little secret that he can't resist. You know, Sherlock will not give up studying these."

The British government took away the mobile phone on the table with a headache, "He always has a way to annoy my brother."

"He is the cutest." Jin Te was noncommittal, "Take your phone away, I have read everything in it, emails and photos, if you want to backup, you can find me."

Mycroft paused, backup?

Yes, Jim Moriarty has no good intentions.

"You better not..."

"Of course I am." Gent smiled, "I'm not interested in those naked men's bodies, after all, I have the best ones dangling in front of my eyes every day, what do you think, Mike?"

Mycroft snorted and told Gent to leave his office. He had no time to fuck this guy because he had to deal with the terrorist attack.

Since Sherlock likes being with this guy so much, let's do it, who cares?

"By the way, Mike, let me remind you of one more thing. Perverts and perverts have something in common." For example, the king of hearts in his family, or Mr. Wood.

Mycroft paused, looked up at Gent, "What's your relationship with Charlemagne?"

"Are you sure I will answer such a clear question?"

Mycroft waved him away. "I'll always find out."

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The king of hearts had only minor ties to the attack, such as the provision of equipment.

Although it was not a particularly direct inducement, Mycroft knew that there was one more person to guard against.

As for Victor Wood, Mycroft rubbed his forehead with a headache.

He received a call from a scientific research institution affiliated to the British government. The people there are always so arrogant. The arrogant makes Mycroft not like it. Compared with Sherlock's arrogance, these people are far worse. .

Gent was leaning on the sofa at 221b Baker Street, eating Mrs. Hudson's cookies, while Sherlock was doing experiments in front of a row of test tubes, and Watson was sitting next to Gent, looking at the newspaper, as if It's like burying your head in it.

"I want to move here." Gent winked at the doctor, making the latter embarrassed.

"Then I'm going to live with Mary?"

"...I was joking." Jin Te said dumbly. Sure enough, doctors can't take jokes.

Mrs. Hudson yelled from below, "Sherlock! Someone is coming for you."

"Is it a new case?" Watson was taken aback, and he and Jin Teqi turned their heads to look at the man who had already come up the stairs.

Sherlock also came out of the kitchen, frowning, "I won't take boring cases."

But this is not the case, because the people who came were not for the case.

The visitor was a very handsome man, his hair was combed meticulously with hairspray, his suit was neatly pressed, without any wrinkles, his nose bridge was high, his eye sockets were deep, there was a gentle smile on his lips, and his hands were naturally hanging down. On both sides of the body, the fingers are long and slender, with well-defined joints.

At first glance, he is a very particular and knowledgeable man.

Jin Te narrowed his eyes, feeling a sense of familiarity in his heart, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this person before.

"Excuse me, I'm Dr. Lecter, and I'm looking for my patient, Victor Wood."

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The atmosphere in the room became weird for a while.

The first one who couldn't bear it was John Watson.

He glanced at the other three people, one was meticulous, the other was careless, and the other... crooked.

The appointee sighed and stood up, "Doctor, what would you like to drink? Tea? Coffee?"

The man called a doctor smiled lightly, his sexy lips slightly raised, "Don't call me a doctor so politely, I know you are a doctor too, Mr. Watson. —By the way, coffee is fine. "

John was a little surprised. He nodded and was about to pour coffee when a voice suddenly came in, "A cup of coffee, two pieces of sugar, John."

"..." He took a deep breath, "Sherlock, you have hands! And you are not a guest!"

"I'm a guest." Gent sank lazily on the sofa, and obediently raised his right hand, "I'm asking for a glass of Coke and three pieces of ice."

John Bottom of the Food Chain Watson: "..."

"Dr. Lecter is not here for the case, but for Mr. Victor Wood?" Gent still maintained a lazy posture, which was in stark contrast to the doctor sitting opposite him.

The man smiled, "Yes, I'm not very interested in the case, I'm just looking for my patient."

"He's not here," Sherlock interrupted suddenly.

Only then did the psychiatrist turn his gaze to him, with a gentle smile still on his face, "But Mr. Holmes must know where he is."

This was already a bit impolite, and Gent glanced at him covertly.

Sherlock didn't answer his last sentence, stared at him for a while, and said suddenly, "You're not British."

The man's expression remained unchanged, he nodded in agreement, "American."

"The English is very good, and the London accent is very authentic."

"Thank you."

Jin Te suddenly lost his face. Fortunately, he still expected the two to face each other, and the result was such a tepid conversation.

Sherlock squinted at him, as if to say "Are you looking forward to it?" The latter raised a big smile, but said to the psychiatrist, "Dr. Lecter, Dr. Hannibal Lecter ?”

"Yes." Although he didn't introduce his name when he entered the door, the man didn't panic at all when he was exposed, as if he had expected this moment long ago.

On the contrary, John Watson, who had just come out of the kitchen, was shocked, "Hannibal Lecter?! That ogre that shocked America a few years ago?!"

Hannibal Lecter laughed lowly, causing Watson to shake his hands in fright, and almost spilled the coffee. The blond doctor hesitated in place, and finally sat beside Gent.

——The two people in front of you are not easy to provoke!

Although he also knew that Gent's identity was mysterious, subconsciously he always regarded him as the university professor he just met.

Gent also knows that the little doctor is such a person, and it is precisely because of him that Gent is extra tolerant towards him.

He patted Watson's hand reassuringly. He didn't care about Sherlock's sharp eyes, and said with a smile, "It's Doctor Lecter, not the ogre."

Hearing Jin Te's words, the face of the psychiatrist on the opposite side softened, "There is nothing wrong with what he said, but it should be said 'once', my mental illness is probably cured."

"Probably?" Watson subconsciously repeated the vague measurement words in his words, and then trembled when he met Hannibal Lecter's eyes.

Gent smiled happily.

"You installed a monitor on him." Sherlock spoke again, his eyes swept over Hannibal Lecter inch by inch, as sharp and careful as an X-ray, but Gent didn't know that he Gained some particularly useful information - based on his deductive method that Gent didn't think was very reliable.

"Why?" Sherlock asked, "This is the patient's body. Even if you pretend to monitor him while he is treating, it is a violation of human rights. You are an American, don't you pay more attention to these things?" Also more used to destroying.

John was taken aback for a moment, and said suddenly, "The psychiatrist will install a video during the treatment of the patient!?"

Gent immediately thought of John's past. He kept seeing a psychiatrist because of ptsd (post-traumatic stress disorder).

Looking at him with pity, Gent shook his head, "Not everyone is so perverted, little John, you can rest assured."

The man who was said to be a pervert and was not angry nodded, "Indeed, it is illegal to install surveillance without permission, almost no one would do that, Mr. Watson can rest assured."

John breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately raised his mind, "Is the Victor Wood you mentioned the one Mycroft asked you to help find?"

Watson was not involved in this case, and he didn't know much about the specifics.

It's not that he doesn't want to participate, but since he was scared away by Sherlock and Gent last time, he met the aunt who was walking the dog at the door, and the aunt invited him to be a guest, so I saw him unexpectedly Miss Blackberry Secretary.

John suddenly realized, sure enough, the whole street was planted by the elder brother of the Sherlock Holmes family, no wonder Sherlock draws the curtains at home every day!

It's really pitiful, they are clearly brothers, why make them look like enemies.

It's no wonder that Sherlock said that it was the Great Demon King, his lifelong enemy.

He knows that he is not a smart person, and his IQ is far worse than that of Gent and Sherlock, but this does not mean that he, John Watson, is an ignorant person.

So as soon as he saw Miss Blackberry, he knew why he was here, saying that the warning was a bit too raw and unreasonable, and it was a notice.

Inform him to stay away from this matter, if you don't want to get hurt.

He also wants to live longer, not so stupid.

John shook his head. He had a good rest at home these two days, and bought a lot of Christmas gifts and candies by the way. He heard from Mycroft that Sherlock and Gent would stay here for the holidays.

A little rare.

"That's right, but we didn't expect him to be a patient with dual personality disorder." Gent said solemnly, with a sad expression on his face.

——The people in this room are all good people, and no one wants to pay attention to this person who likes to pretend to be acting when he has nothing to do.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter was not affected at all. He stretched out his well-knitted and very handsome hands, picked up the coffee John made for him, took a sip, and his expression became more gentle. His profile was under the shadow of the lamp. He was so handsome that Gent was immediately fascinated. He thought that there was a reason why Will was so fascinated by this man.

John shivered violently beside him, as if feeling some chill, he glanced at Sherlock quietly, oh, look!Sure enough, this guy has a wrong expression!

He thought he knew everything well and sighed, Sherlock plunged into the ocean of love and couldn't extricate himself!But at the same time, he was a little distressed, because Gent didn't seem to have changed much!

——Could it be that the two had conflicts again?Or did Sherlock get cheated on?

Once the brain hole is opened, it can't be recovered. John gasped, frightened by his own thoughts, and now looked at Sherlock with more pity.

None of the people present would pay attention to John Watson's brain hole. Gent and Sherlock were observing Hannibal Lecter. The man put down his coffee and said, "It is indeed a violation of sexual rights, but this is Generally, I was his attending physician, and at the same time, I was approved by the state."

Jin Te squinted his eyes, he was not very clear about the legal provisions in this regard, but thinking of what Sherlock had said, he asked, "With the approval of the state, can you install a monitor to monitor every move of the patient at will?"

"Of course not." Hannibal raised his legs and stretched his body, "It's just that he's different."

Sherlock stared at Hannibal Lecter closely, "What's the difference?"

Hannibal glanced at the big detective, his amber eyes glowed with a deep light, he slightly tilted his head, "Hasn't Mr. Holmes been doing experiments?"

The implication is how could you not know?

Gent looked confused when he heard it, and apparently John next to him was the same.

The two looked at each other, and looked at Sherlock in unison, waiting for the big detective to clarify for them.

Sherlock stared at the two of them expressionlessly, then looked at Hannibal and said, "He has inconspicuous acne behind his ears, and there are many acne on his body, some of which are still festering; he has undergone plastic surgery, such as jaw Bone correction, before the plastic surgery, his facial features were asymmetrical, and there were marks of surgery on his face; Wood looked like an ordinary person when he walked, but upon closer inspection, his legs were uncoordinated." Sherlock paused , continued, "According to the examination, Wood's gonad skills are declining, and his sperm count is pitifully low."

Gent continued to be at a loss, "What does this mean?"

"This doesn't explain anything." The curly-haired detective's eyes lighted up slightly, making Jinte's obsessed pupils shimmer with luster, and his facial muscles pulled slightly, showing an inconspicuous smile, "I just suspect, since If you have doubts, you have to confirm it, so I checked it for him."

"What did you find out?"

Sherlock clasped his hands together on his chin, propped his elbows on his thighs, and bent his thin waist at a seventy-degree angle, making him a sexy mess.

"I found out that Victor Wood has a chromosomal disorder, xyy chromosome syndrome."

Xyy chromosome syndrome, also known as "supermale" syndrome.

It is a disease in which the number of chromosomes is 47, the sex chromosomes are xyy, and the autosomes are normal.

Usually, the patients are too masculine, with a height of more than 1.9 meters, poor muscle tone, poor coordination, asymmetric facial features, and sexual dysfunction.

Most importantly, they are mentally retarded, lack self-control, violent, irritable, aggressive, aggressive, and antisocial.

Gent hesitated, "If I remember correctly, this so-called 'mentally retarded' man knows Morse code. Are you sure he really meets these clinical symptoms?"

Sherlock tilted his head, "You probably have to ask Mr. Hannibal Lecter, why is an ordinary super male case treated with so much attention?"

For a moment, Mr. Hannibal Lecter, the great psychiatrist of the ogre, turned black.

—You have a grudge against Dr. Lecter?Why do you always beat him up?

——Then what relationship do you have with him? You always watch what he does?

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He is a criminal.

Even if he had been, he was a criminal.

When a criminal appears in front of a detective, what is his intention?

Sherlock Holmes has no expression on his face. He does like to solve puzzles, but that doesn't mean he can be used as a gunman.

"I won't help you find a reason. Even if Victor Wood passes through my hands, he will not be treated as a special case, although you no longer treat him as a complete 'person'."

Gent frowned. Obviously, in Hannibal's research institute, Mr. Victor Wood was treated improperly, perhaps due to human rights damage, or physical injury.

"It stands to reason that he is a pianist. Victor Wood should have a gentle personality, and the second personality is violent, but unfortunately, in my experiments, I found that the violent personality is his main personality. , but the main personality is suppressed by the sub-personality." Sherlock stated, "You have psychologically induced him and hypnotized him."

Hypnosis itself should be a means of treatment, but Hannibal Lecter used this method to induce the patient and intensify his inner conflicts, which made the "illness" worse.

The main personality is suppressed by the sub-personality, and the two share memories.

Most patients with multiple personality disorder do not know that they have multiple personalities, that is, memories are not shared, but Victor Wood is obviously a case of memory sharing.

Even though what he did was exposed, the man still maintained a gentleman's demeanor and a smile, "Yes, I did it."

Sherlock leaned back on the sofa, crossed his hands, raised his chin and looked at him from the corner of his eye, "Why would the British research institute hire you? What you do is not healing but killing. Are you really a doctor?" It's ridiculous that you didn't even follow the most basic medical principles."

"They are very tired, I help them out." Hannibal had a strange smile on his face, "They have congenital diseases, they are discriminated against, they don't get the respect they deserve, and they live in pain. But I gave them a second life to make them useful, isn't that good?"

Sherlock's breath was stagnant, and John's eyes widened sharply, looking at the man who seemed to be explaining seriously.

Jin Te narrowed his eyes, and a thread gradually formed in his heart.

In other words, in fact, Victor Wood's dual personality disorder is not congenital, but induced.

Whether it is Hannibal or other scientific researchers, hypnotized him, destroyed the consciousness in his brain, implanted a new personality, and repeated one thing to him every day, causing him to collapse.

Created a false impression that he is a congenital double personality disorder, to hide his own genetic defects.

His sub-personality is a pianist, gentle, kind, sensitive, and intelligent, but this is all an illusion. It is someone telling him that you should do this, and he just does it.

He is a genetically deficient patient with low intelligence, but he is proficient in Morse code, knows the secret of Irene Adler, and even deciphered her code.

Jin Te suddenly felt cold all over, and his face suddenly turned pale, because he was too arrogant.

There seems to be a huge organization behind these people, an invisible hand, manipulating and controlling everything, but he himself is like a clown, no matter what he does, he is being watched.

His so-called crime of "helping little Jim continue" is not enough in the eyes of those people. Instead, what he did is more like helping others to cover up their crimes.

He was made a target, and a moving target.

So, who did he offend? !

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arrogant.

This is Dylan's evaluation of Gent all the time, without a trace of emotion, an objective evaluation.

For Dylan, this is not a bad thing, because Daniel is the same, or several of their magicians have such qualities.

Arrogance is not a bad thing, it can make you more confident and dazzling, allowing you to do things that fit your identity.

But again, arrogance is not a good thing.

Dylan wishes they could all avoid that, because being overly arrogant will only cost you more.

It's a pity that Gent left them before he learned this.

Fortunately, it's not too late for him to understand now.

The people behind it let Victor Wood intervene in the terrorist attacks in the United States, which only acted as a small link, but became the most critical link by accident.

If he hadn't stolen Irene's mobile phone and delayed the investigation of the case by the CIA, maybe the British government and the US government could have a better relationship?

Jin Te gave a wry smile, but he never thought that he would be involved in international politics again in his life, which has long since violated his original intention.

Easy to get in, hard to get out.

Now that it has been involved, it is easier said than done to let go.

Damn Mycroft, he'd probably be on his way for a long time again.

"You gave him instructions, and he will only obey your words and do what he thinks he should do." Sherlock said coldly, "This is no different from brainwashing, and you have even done more extreme things. ——From From this point of view, I have to agree with that fat man, he is better than you."

"Should I say I'm honored?"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, a man's voice rang out, very authentic and classical London accent, with the oily accent unique to politicians, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The man was wearing a well-dressed three-piece suit, tall and pale. His figure should be thin, but he was slightly sensual, especially in his cheeks and chest. He could be seen as someone who had been sitting in an office for a long time. He was holding a black umbrella , propped on the ground casually, without showing the mountains or showing the water.

No one present did not know him.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock rolled his eyes, compared to his usual verbal confrontation, today he is as docile as a cat.

So John glanced at him secretly, but he knew how sharp the needle was between the two brothers.

Jin Te didn't have any special reaction. He was just stunned when he saw him, and then nodded to him very calmly - it is reasonable, if he doesn't show up at this moment, how will it end?

It is obvious that Sherlock will not let him go, but if he does not let him go, it will definitely mean that he will have a deep friendship with Hannibal Lecter, and as a senior criminal, it is obviously unwise to have a deep friendship with him.

Mycroft was well aware of his brother's peeing, so the reason for showing up at this moment was nothing more than to clean up the mess.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Lecter."

Hannibal stood up and shook hands with him, "Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes, being famous is worse than meeting him. I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Gent glanced at the two of them with interest, then ran to Sherlock's side decisively, found a comfortable position and leaned there, not moving.

John twitched his lips, feeling that the worst decision he made today was to give up on the date with Mary. He has now replaced Mrs. Hudson and successfully became the butler of 221b Baker Street.

"Tea?"

"Of course, John, you understand."

This natural tone... The doctor twitched the corners of his mouth again, sighed, stood up and went to the kitchen.

The atmosphere in the living room also became weird.

Sherlock was uncharacteristically silent, and Gent was also silent. He seemed particularly lost, which attracted Mycroft to give him a little more attention.

Hannibal's request was very simple, nothing more than handing over Victor Wood to him - failed products also needed to be recycled.

"You mean, I have no right to interfere with the institute's affairs?" Mycroft's smile restrained a lot, even though his tone was still polite, his demeanor already showed his displeasure.

Hannibal shook his head, "How is it possible, sir, you're being serious, I'm just an ordinary psychiatrist, I don't have the right to speak, you might as well talk to the person above about this kind of thing, I just want to be responsible for my patients. "

Mycroft choked, and looked at Hannibal with deeper eyes, "Of course, I will." He paused, and then said, "I remember, Doctor Lecter hates rude people the most?"

"Yes."

"Then you think Mr. Wood is a man of decorum?"

——Obviously a person who is violent to others is not polite, just what he did to Gent and Sherlock, he can't be regarded as a polite person.

Of course Hannibal Lecter would not say that he was polite, he laughed, "It's my attitude towards patients, he is indeed too rude, I am sorry that Mr. Holmes was treated like this. I will Get over Mr Wood's business and he'll probably stop being 'disrespectful' again."

"This kind of treatment?" Sherlock said dissatisfiedly, "What kind of treatment!? I haven't encountered anything, so I'm fine!"

Gent secretly smiled, and echoed, "Sherlock is indeed the best, I testify."

After being stared at by the detective, Gent smiled even more happily.

Mycroft gave Hannibal a look of "I'll deal with you later", and nodded to Hannibal, "That's good."

"Then, I'll go and take Mr. Wood away." The man stood up, nodded to several people, looked at John Watson who was hurriedly approaching, and said gently, "I'm looking forward to seeing Dr. Achievement, you are amazing."

The blond doctor blushed all of a sudden, and waved his hands in embarrassment, "Where is that?"

When Hannibal walked out the door, Gent suddenly said, "Will misses you very much, and sometimes I go back to see you."

The door closed suddenly with a heavy sound.

He seemed to see the surprised look in the man's eyes through the crack of the door.

——It turned out that he didn't know that he and Will knew each other.

Pity.

……

It was a little quiet in the room.

It is hard to imagine that two Sherlock Holmes can coexist in a room so peacefully.

John wanted to get to Gent's side, but the degree of difficulty was a bit high, he needed to pass by Mycroft's side, and then step over Sherlock's long legs to sit where he wanted.

just forget it.

"What about that Mr. Wood?"

Seeing that no one was talking, John cleared his throat and spoke first.

Gent and Sherlock were startled, but did not answer