Chess and Goldfish

Improper eating and drinking can kill people all the time.

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John Watson has been depressed lately.

I don't know if it was because Mycroft's words last time stimulated him.

The statement that Victor Wood "he had to die" made it clear to John exactly who he was with.

He's a soldier, he's been in the field, he's shot, he's killed.

But this does not mean that he is willing to kill people at will, and does not take human life seriously. More importantly, he is a doctor.

"Do you think he is too unreasonable?" Gent smiled half-smile, "He is Holmes, and the Holmes family doesn't need extra sympathy, they will only do what he thinks is right."

The doctor opened his mouth, but there was no way to refute, because Gent was right.

"Victor Wood will die, not because of the reason you think." Gent said slowly, "It's hard to say, but it's also true. He is a test product, or a failed test product. Since he was told to do it If he can’t do anything, then the mission fails, and he will inevitably face death.”

"What's more, the United States will not let him go."

John nodded blankly, and smiled with the corners of his mouth open, "I'm going out, the day after tomorrow is Christmas Eve, I guess there must be a lot of people here for the holiday, do you need to buy something?"

When Gent heard this, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's fine for me and Sherlock to come, John, you should go to find Mary, oh yes, remember to bring Mary here that day, I have been curious about her for a long time !"

John happily said hello, got dressed and went out. He spent less and less time at home these two days.

"What are you looking at?" Gent turned his head and saw Sherlock flipping through the newspaper, and leaned over curiously, "Co-tenant? Can't there be a third person in your room?"

Sherlock raised his shoulders to keep the curly hair from pressing on him, "John may move out, I'd better find another co-tenant."

When Jin Te heard it, he raised his head to look at him, and the man's smooth jaw line appeared in front of his eyes, so naturally, he reached out to touch it, and the man opened it up in a second, "Don't move around."

Little Curly snorted twice, "You don't need a co-tenant, you have an assistant, and I'm here, you don't need others to give you ideas to solve the case, so the co-tenant is not important, and you are not short of money. "

Sherlock himself had no intention of switching co-tenants, and it was unlikely that John Watson would move out—well, not until Sherlock had a lover.

So Mr. Detective naturally put down the newspaper in his hand, and mentioned another matter, "When did I promise you to go shopping?"

"Just now." Gent climbed up from the sofa with his eyes bent, "Should we go? I want to buy some ingredients. Mrs. Hudson probably won't be able to handle the Christmas Eve dinner alone."

"Don't go."

Sherlock immediately lay down, turned his back on Gent, and stopped moving.

Jin Te shook his head amusedly, took a deep breath, "Then I'll go by myself, do you want some fried dumplings?"

After changing his clothes and wearing a pointed wool hat, he looked very cute. He put on his boots at the door, picked up Sherlock's scarf to wrap himself in it, and was about to go downstairs when he heard The man spoke lazily.

"Tanzania's tart single origin coffee."

Really picky.Little Gente smiled in his heart, and the expression on his face became softer.

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Christmas is just around the corner, and London is seeing its first snow.

Almost every year, there will be snow around Christmas, and it is the same in the northern part of the United States.

Gent stood at the intersection, put his hands in his pockets, looked up at the gray sky, and sighed slowly. It has been almost five years since he came to this strange world, and this feeling has become more and more recent. It became so intense that he couldn't go back.

This is not the body he is familiar with. The fingers of this body are not flexible enough, the waist is not soft enough, and the eyes are not focused enough when using hypnosis skills.

But he is skilled in marksmanship, perfect in fighting, and active in thinking, and there is this, no, or even more than one force serving him behind the scenes.

Gent was embarrassed. He felt less attractive than Jim Moriarty.

Moriarty's people serve him because of submission. Gent can be charming with confidence, but that's when he's performing. He's confident of captivating his audience. When it comes to crime, he's still a beginner.

At least, he had never encountered so many lawbreakers in the last world.

——Although he himself is an outlaw.

The four knights are both good and evil.

He pressed the button on the traffic light and crossed the road with the people around him, who were in a hurry, and everyone was busy with their own trivial matters.

The old man's nose was red from the cold, and he smiled and took out the candy cane from his sock pocket and stuffed it into Jinte's hand.

"Little brother, falling out of love is not a big deal. Your mother and father must have experienced more than you. It's better to go home at night and eat more sugar, it's better than stuffing your brain with yellow waste—" —oh, just don't overeat!"

Jin Te stared blankly at the old man in a red Santa costume in front of him, and burst out laughing. He put the candy he got into his pocket, and didn't refute his misunderstanding, but said seriously to the old man, " Merry Christmas, of course."

"Merry Christmas!" The old man said with a smile, shaking the golden bell in his hand by the way.

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When Jin Te came out of the supermarket, he happened to see the small shop opposite. There was a row of turkey and roast goose hanging in the window inside. The outer skin is hung with honey, which looks delicious.

Thinking of John's dumbfounded appearance, Gent squinted his eyes, walked over and picked up a roast goose, even if it wasn't Christmas, there was no rule that he couldn't eat these.

Next to the roast goose shop is a communication shop, the queue is long, Jin Te was a little curious, walked over to have a look, it seems that they are selling phone cards.

"Hey! Dude, what are you doing?" He patted the man at the end of the line, blushing and smelling of alcohol, he looked like he had a bad temper.

"Tsk, can't you see!? This is a queue to get a sim card. It's free, everyone has a share! God, that smart genius invented this thing, and he can use his communication network for free, which is for us He's a philanthropist!" The man looked proud, as if it was his son or his father who invented this thing.

Jin Te gave him a weird look. It was clear that there was something wrong, or it was a scam. How could anyone believe this! ?

It seems that the philanthropist's press conference is still playing on the TV, and he is giving a speech, "Free phone calls, free Internet, to everyone, forever."

"He is Richmond Valentine, a billionaire. If all the billionaires in the world were like him, then poor people like us wouldn't have any dissatisfaction. Prime Minister election? Partisan struggle? Whocare! Fuck the Republican Party!"

The man puffed his chest, said cursingly, and took two steps forward, "Okay, okay, winking boy, you go to the queue! Although everyone has a share, get it as soon as possible and use it as soon as possible! "

Gent ignored him, and left with the roast goose. Of course, he would not pick it up.

philanthropist?A philanthropist in communications?A philanthropist in the telecommunications industry controlled by a state-owned enterprise?

Tsk, Mycroft doesn't care...

He didn't have anything to do with him, so he threw this issue to the back of his mind. Anyway, even if there was something, it was not his turn to worry about it.

Right now, there are more important things waiting for him, such as the man opposite.

"Doctor Lecter~" He waved his hand carrying the bag in greeting.

The man in the overcoat paused, then smiled gentlemanly, "Professor Moriarty."

"Why are you here?" Gent walked beside him, "Not going back to Manchester?"

Hannibal Lecter smiled, "That's not home."

Jin Te blinked his eyes, as if he understood the meaning of the words, "Why don't you go and sit in front?" He didn't worry at all whether this man called "Ogre" wanted to kill him, after all, he already knew Once you have lost your identity, "Professor" is the best guardian card, isn't it?

Thanks little Jim.

The doctor ordered a cup of coffee casually, and Gent ordered a cup of hot chocolate for himself, with thick cream and caramel on it, which made people's mouth feel sweet after seeing it, Hannibal's face was stiff.

"Are you here to ask me about Will?" Gent said casually, stirring the small silver spoon.

Hannibal didn't refute, just nodded, "How is he recently?"

"I can't believe you didn't go back and see him."

Hannibal smiled, "So what I'm asking is recently, you've met him recently, haven't you?"

Jin Te's face didn't change, "So after I came back from the United States, the extra surveillance people around me are your people."

It was clearly a question, but it was turned into an affirmative sentence.

"Don't be angry, Professor, you've already taken revenge, and they haven't come back yet, and you have a capable man." Hannibal took a sip of his coffee, "Will has lost a lot of weight, if I'm still in America, I hope Make him something to eat, he has always liked my craft."

When Jin Te heard it, the corners of his mouth twitched, "I don't think he will like it anymore."

Hannibal glanced at him rather melancholy, did not answer the question, but took out a business card from his pocket, "Professor, I see that you have been depressed recently, your body is heavy, you are afraid of the cold, your muscles and bones are weak , most likely due to kidney deficiency, if you need it, please feel free to call me."

Gent: "..."

——Damn it, how could there be such an annoying person in the world!

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—He cursed me before I succeeded!You don't care!

—Who cares, John, give him some Kidneys.