Chess and Goldfish

On the day after Christmas, John showed Gent a cell phone card.

Looking at the small card in his hand, Jin Te was rarely stunned. After all, anyone who saw something that was quite shameless two days ago suddenly appeared in the hands of his friend would have such emotions, right?

"How could you have this?"

John scratched his head, "I queued up to get it, and after I got it, I felt something was wrong. Mary also said it was weird, but I didn't dare to show it to Sherlock. He would definitely despise my IQ."

So you just give it to me, right?

The corner of Jinte's mouth twitched, and he put the SIM card into his pocket, "Although I don't despise your IQ, I will give it to Sherlock."

"I don't want it anymore." John shook his head like a rattle, "I think he's been very busy recently, isn't he dealing with that dewy lover case?"

"The name is so nice." Gent rolled his eyes. He didn't have a few days left in his vacation, and he needed to set aside some time to write lesson plans these days.

When John heard him say this, he hesitated a little. Seeing this, Gent said, "Ask whatever you want."

When the doctor heard it, he simply said, "Gint, aren't you a magician? Why do you still want to be a professor?"

"Providing a family." Gent replied casually, paused, and then said, "Not everyone can treat hobbies as a career like Sherlock, and do it so well." Although he used to be.

After finishing speaking, he kept silent.

Seeing that the curly-haired man's complexion was not very good, John also shut his mouth. He knew that his question had touched Gent's bottom line, but at the same time, the doctor became curious about what Gent's bottom line was. He said those things that don't care about meat and vegetables, and he didn't care about others using his parents to ridicule him. He would change his face only when he mentioned these, and about his masters who had never been masked.

is a dream.

There was a flash of surprise on John's face, yes, for Gent, his bottom line is the future.

The doctor didn't understand very well, and the magician and the university professor didn't conflict. What was he upset about?

John probably didn't know.

Gent was sad that he couldn't help it.

He doesn't like trouble, but trouble always finds him.

He doesn't like conspiracies, but conspiracies are always formed in his hands.

How wronged he is_(:3ゝ∠)_

Jin Te quietly looked at the man in front of him. His hair was smeared with thick hairspray, combed meticulously into three to seven points, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face, looking refined.

He was wearing an elegant three-piece suit, holding a black umbrella in his hand, his leather shoes were polished black, and he had one hand in his pocket.

He was much handsomer than Mycroft, even more attractive.

Although both of them love this outfit, Gent can keenly distinguish the difference between the two.

For example, the British government is aimed at his title. He should have the aura of someone who has been in power for a long time, a sense of oppression, mystery, cunning, and the taste of a standard politician.

Besides, Harry Hart, he is an agent, and he is a tasteful agent, so he is charming, sexy, mysterious, cunning, and of course, has the sense of mission and responsibility of an agent.

Gent narrowed his eyes and sighed in his heart.

He always felt that he had met enough people. After all, he used to stand on the biggest stage and perform the most dazzling and eye-catching magic.

However, when he came to this world, he always felt that everything he tried was not enough.

I don't know if Mycroft saw the difference between him and Jim Moriarty. He didn't have the confidence to hide the truth from the Holmes man.

If Sherlock knew, he firmly believed that this man would not speak out, and that he preferred the process of detecting everything to threatening Gent, as long as he enjoyed it, that would be fine.

But that fat man, he will not be like this.

He'll use everything he can to squeeze it dry.

Gent took a deep breath, pinched out his lit cigarette, and smiled cutely, "Long time no see, my friend, Harry."

He will be tired of such a life one day if he is a man with his tail between his legs.

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"Have you returned it to him? My gift." Gent squeezed the marshmallow sprinkled on top of the hot chocolate with his hands, and stuffed it into his mouth while shouting, then narrowed his eyes happily, feeling the rich sweetness of the marshmallow taste.

Harry was a little helpless, "I'm not going to grab something from Eggsy, I gave it to him long ago." He paused, "I know you put a locator in it."

Jin Te nodded, "I can't hide it from you, so I sent it to you for inspection at the beginning, but it will be safer to put it with him. Recently... he should be busy, right?"

Harry didn't speak, and took a sip of his coffee.

Jin Te played with the cotton candy in his hand, "I just have a hunch that he will be the only Kingsman who is qualified in your mind."

"...You always hit the nail on the head, and you are not tactful at all." Harry pushed his glasses, "A gentleman should know the art of speaking, so I hate talking to you, little golden dragon."

"Don't call it that name." Jinte pursed his lips shyly, and gave him a wink, "I'm so embarrassed~"

Harry Hart: "..."

He suppressed a smile and waved his hand to Mr. Agent, "I was just joking, Harry, what do you want from me?"

The agent gave Gent an unpredictable look, "You have changed, but I have to say, I like your look better, it looks much more pleasing to the eye."

Jin Te puffed his face and was a little depressed, "Why do you say that? How annoying I used to be!"

Harry laughed, "You know, that's really... not very pleasing, if it weren't for the fact that you are my savior, I might have pinned you to the ground and beat you up."

"It's as if you didn't do it!" Gent choked immediately.

After finishing speaking, both of them were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed together.

Jin Te squinted his eyes and took a sip of hot chocolate comfortably. The rich cocoa taste slid down the throat and into the stomach, which was warm and sweet and intoxicating.

"Maybe it's because I'm in love." Gent stared at the cotton candy and said slowly.

It's also ridiculous.

His confession is to outsiders.

Admitting a relationship is still facing outsiders.

—So did Sherlock even know they were together? ? ? ?

This love talk is also dumbfounding.

Harry was shocked as expected, his reaction was indistinguishable from Mycroft's gnashing of teeth, he was really shocked, "What you wouldn't say is..."

"It's him." Gent stretched out his hand to curl his hair, "Big Sherlock Holmes also knows. Since you are in love, you must be a qualified boyfriend. Don't have any unreasonable thoughts about me, my boyfriend." Will be jealous!"

"Who would do that!" Harry reflexively said angrily, and he froze after he finished speaking, he couldn't believe what he said.

"Professor, if those people know that you and a consulting detective..."

Before he finished speaking, the face of the man on the opposite side sank, "It's Gent." He emphasized.

In Gent's view, he is serious, so it must be "Gint Ace" who associates with Sherlock (maybe unilaterally announced), not the consulting criminal "Moriarty" .

But for others, "professor" is "professor", no matter how much he fakes his identity, whether it is "gold special" or "silver special" or "copper special", they are all fake identities of Moriarty.

How can criminals and detectives be together, there must be a conspiracy!

Harry said he believed it, but there was something wrong with it.

But looking at the appearance of the little curly hair, he still swallowed his words. Even though the two stood on opposite sides, Ginter was not only Harry's enemy, but also a friend.

——This feeling is very similar to Hannibal and Will.

"Don't talk about me." Jin Te narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "I received a sim card, which I heard is something under the Valentine Group."

Needless to say the rest, as soon as he opened his mouth, Harry on the opposite side frowned.

So Gent said, "You know him." He said it affirmatively.

"Yes." Harry didn't deny it, but he didn't say much, it was a secret after all.

Gent raised his head, and his sharp gaze shot directly at his hand, which still had the injury from the last mission, Harry withdrew his hand lightly under his gaze, "If you can, help me take care of it more Eggsy."

This feeling of confessing the funeral...

Jin Te frowned, didn't say anything, and nodded in agreement.

He also didn't ask why Harry gave Eggsy to himself instead of the Kingsmans.

It's just that those people are more unbelievable than him, a consulting criminal.

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He didn't expect this day to come so soon.

When Gent received the call from Eggsy, he was studying the Suzhou code with Sherlock and John. The three of them searched for the documents in a daze, and Eggsy gave him news of the explosion.

"Harry is dead."

This is impossible.

Gent didn't believe it.

"I took revenge."

Eggsy's voice was steady and hoarse, much more mature than when Jint chatted with him before, and there was a little more caution and regret in his words.

Only without remorse and self-blame, he grew up.

Gent didn't know whether to be relieved or what to do. After all, compared to Eggsy's age, he was enough to be his teacher.

"I see." At last, all he could say was, "When is the funeral, I will go to it."

The voice over there paused, "There is no funeral."

Gint was taken aback, and Eggsy said in a low voice, "He's an agent, there won't be a funeral."

"...I'll go see him."

After hanging up the phone, Sherlock gave him a little attention - which is rare for someone who is immersed in the case.

Sensing his eyes, Jin Te rubbed his eyebrows, "A friend passed away."

"The final result of carbon-based life is to provide nutrients to the earth."

The corner of Jin Te's mouth twitched, you dumb guy shut up quickly.

"So, everyone dies."

Jin Te was startled, and a smile slowly formed on his mouth.

Whoever said that a man with a high IQ has a low EQ is just an excuse for him not to be distracted and caring. Look at his little detective, he has special comforting skills.

"I know, but I also believe that he must not be dead."

After opening the door, Gent, who took the courier brother's box and was signing it, said so.

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——You are not even curious about my social circle [grievance]

—Is there a difference?There are no secrets in my eyes【Indifferent face】