Chess and Goldfish

Back from the scene of the crime, Sherlock didn't say a word the whole time.

Sitting in the taxi, Watson and Gent chatted very happily through the front and rear seats, while Sherlock sat on the left and clicked on the phone keyboard.

Watson felt that he had finally met a normal person, and he was crying with joy and gratitude.In this Sherlock Holmes family, the boss is a control freak, the younger brother is a high-functioning sociopath, Lestrade is a Scotland Yard inspector, Mrs Hudson is an old widow, and his girlfriend—perhaps soon to be—is a In the case of veterans in love, it was great to get to know Gent!

This is simply a clear stream on the long road of life!What's more, he is still a professor at the University of Westminster.

"To tell you the truth, I haven't taken courses like finance seriously." Watson laughed, even though it was getting late, he was still in good spirits.

Gent yawned a little, turned his head and said to the blond Teddy in the back seat, "Honey, you can come to my class, if you are not busy."

"Oh! That's really great!" Watson was very pleasantly surprised. Apart from taking medical professional courses at the Barts Medical College, he went to the battlefield, and he never really enjoyed the serious university classes.

"You are always welcome, John." Gent yawned again, with a touch of intimacy in his tone.

The taxi stopped at the door of 221b Baker Street. Gent glanced at the two people who were silent, thinking whether to go back or what, and then heard Watson say, "So, is it brother or girlfriend?"

"Brother." Gent raised his eyebrows, hearing Sherlock's first words along the way.

He followed the two upstairs, Mrs. Hudson was already asleep, Watson consciously made coffee for Gent and Sherlock, "Why?"

Sherlock was still sending short messages. He took out a list in his left hand and handed it to Watson without raising his eyes. "I'm from the Arles region of France. Moses Blair also lived there for a while."

Watson slammed his mouth. He didn't know when Sherlock found the courier list. Although there was no sender on it, he could always find everything. This is the great power of Sherlock Holmes.

Thinking of this, he suddenly said to the man lazily lying on the sofa, "Sherlock, did he kill his brother out of jealousy?"

Detective Curly glanced at him impatiently, put down the phone in his hand, "Yes."

"What about Mycroft?" Watson blurted out, and the next second he shut his mouth tightly, complaining secretly in his heart.

Gent raised his eyebrows high, but he didn't say anything, and quietly brought the coffee to his mouth.

Sherlock snorted reflexively, "If possible."

What can I do?Would you kill him too if you could? ?Watson's heart twitched.

Sherlock glanced at the motionless cell phone, stood up abruptly, jumped over the coffee table, squatted in front of Gent, wrinkled his nose and sniffed, "Aren't you going back? Do some ordinary people... umm, rest ?”

Facing the questioning at close range, Gent could almost smell the man's body odor. To be honest, he didn't have any body odor, only a faint smell of chemicals and nicotine, oh, and the dusty dew on his coat.

He smiled, "Even ordinary people need rest." Gent stood up, "Thank you for the coffee, John, if possible, I would like to treat you to dinner tomorrow."

Sherlock watched Gent's leaving back gradually disappear at the door, he stepped to the window in two or three steps like a cat, gently lifted a corner of the curtain, and watched the brown-black curly hair crawl into the next door with its neck curled up. In the room, she put down the curtains and lay back on the sofa again.

The doctor who witnessed all this: "..."

#It must be my illusion that Sherlock ignited the idiot attribute#

Maybe it's time to tweet to celebrate that my cohabitant is finally interested in a relationship?

After being thrown aside, the phone turned on and then returned to darkness.

[Is there something you can't find?Everyone in the British government went to Christmas? sh】

[I need time, Sherlock.I never interfere with your little interests, but I don't play with you. mh]

[Non-interference?It's ridiculous to say that, and I'm also not interested in playing with you, after all, your daunting weight can't keep up with my speed. sh】

The little brown-black curly-hair hummed an out-of-tune tune and opened the bedroom door, went to the desk and inserted the book on the window sill into the bookcase, then took out the pen and put it where he should be, the bookcase slowly opened A small window was separated from the middle, he entered the password, the window opened, and inside was a small compartment less than one square meter.

Gent took out a deck of playing cards from inside and played with it in his hands. He thought for a while and made a phone call.

"Mo Lan, tell them that the most basic thing to do with me is to keep the two sides from interfering with each other." He pulled out a Charlemagne 1 and threw it on the desk. "He's too close."

If the little fat man doesn't follow the rules, then he doesn't have such good intentions.

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Moses hated David.

He loved his brother in the first place, and he believed it.

But since when did this feeling turn into hatred?

David has been more talented in drawing than Moses since he was a child. No matter what the occasion, David is always the one to be praised. Moses stood still and watched his brother enjoy the much-anticipated award.

He worked hard secretly, and finally one day, he got the appreciation from the master of oil painting. He was very happy because he finally surpassed David.

The two started to prepare for the British Youth Oil Painting Competition, and both won the places to participate. But in the final, David's girlfriend revealed that she was the daughter of the chairman of the organizing committee of the competition. The organizing committee of the final all chose David.

I don't know how this matter was known to Moses, he was dazzled by jealousy and anger, and planned a poisoning.

He sent "Sunflower" to David, not only because Van Gogh's "Sunflower" was like a fire, burning everyone's heart, but also because he loved his brother, even if he was jealous, he couldn't bear to let him Die miserable.

Very strange state of mind, jealousy and love at the same time.

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Holding the newspaper, Watson sighed a little. He really couldn't understand why they had such perverted emotions when they were all relatives.

In the morning, I went to the university where Gent worked. After listening to his class, Watson planned to leave. After returning to Baker Street, I received another text message from Gent.

The man in silk pajamas was standing by the bed and playing the violin. Because of the fit of the material, the man's figure was extremely smooth and attractive. However, no one in the room appreciated this.

The melodious violin sound did not stop, Sherlock glanced at the people behind, "I'll go with you."

"What?" Watson looked up blankly.

Sherlock said stiffly, "Gint's dinner invitation, aren't you going to have dinner with him?"

"How do you know?!" Watson was surprised, so he waved his hands, "Forget it, pretend I didn't say... umm, are you really going?"

Sherlock frowned, "Of course, when did I decide not to implement it."

"...Then you don't want to change your clothes yet." Watson glanced at his cohabitant speechlessly.

Sherlock put down the violin, curled his lips, and when he walked to the bedroom, he glanced at Watson again, "It's useless for you to text her, talk to her face to face."

Watson was at a loss: "Who?"

"Sophie."

"..." It was Sufina.

We had an appointment for dinner at a Mexican restaurant. Gent was fascinated by Mexican food for a while, and it was all due to his only female master, Lula. Lula liked food, especially heavy flavors.

Jin Te was in a daze. After he and his teachers finished their studies, they lived in seclusion, and even a second before they came to this world, he never saw them again. It would be a lie if he said he didn't miss them.

The man in the Armani trench coat was sitting on the window seat, with curly brown hair and big eyes with thick eyelashes, he looked harmless and could arouse women's desire for protection, even because of his denim shirt and shirt, He has lost a lot of age - at least compared with the two he waited for, he is much more pleasing to the eye.

Gent looked at the embarrassed Watson and the natural Sherlock and chuckled, not surprised at all.

"You are here."

"Sorry Gent, I mean, even though I'm invited, but... you know, Sherlock has to come with me, we're, uh, friends, aren't we?"

Gent was very happy when Watson asked for help. He said with a smile in his sweet voice, "Of course, sweetheart, of course we are friends."

In response to him, Sherlock snorted heavily.

"Waiter." Gent called a little boy, "Three tacos, a salad, a risotto, roast beef, and a chicken fajita teppanyaki—anything else to add? "

Watson waved his hand, "Enough."

"Coffee, two pieces of sugar." Sherlock said quickly.

Gent smiled kindly, "You're too thin, Sherlock."

Watson echoed, "That's right, I'm sick of seeing his self-abuse diet." He shuddered, "God, Gent, you should really try to ask him to eat, that's Suffering! Mrs. Hudson must be very happy that I, the doctor, can take over from her as housekeeper."

"She's not a housekeeper," Gent said. "My dear, the way you get along is very interesting."

Watson shrugged. "I don't think so at all."

After the coffee was served, Sherlock's gaze shifted from the window to Gint. He looked at it for a second, and said in a deep voice, "Your morning class is over, you went to the supermarket in the afternoon and bought Some daily necessities, but you didn’t go home, things were forgotten in…”

He stopped again.

Watson frowned subconsciously. He did it the last time he saw Sherlock "playing" Gent, and this time too, he would always stop at key points.

Sherlock leaned over and moved his nose, "You met Mycroft, what did he say?"

Now Watson was surprised, "Your brother?!"

Jin Te picked up the burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing, he shook his head and said, "Sweetheart, you look like you're about to explode. Are you so defensive?"

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—God witness, I'm on your side.

——That's so strange, I can't feel it.