Chess and Goldfish

"Your brother gave you a laboratory." Gent touched his chin and said with certainty.

In Sherlock's hand was a clay-engraved cipher strip, on which was written a string of numbers: 58132134, which was given to Sherlock by Mycroft at Christmas, meaning a Christmas gift.

"Fibonacci sequence." Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "From my excellent memory, I have never seen this thing before."

Jin Te looked at him with pity, the child is too pitiful, you are not willing to accept something given to you.

"You haven't seen it but I have, not long ago."

Sensing Sherlock's gaze, Gent didn't hold back, "Mycroft asked me to go to a place in New York before. It's a laboratory with a complete set of tools. It seems that it's for you. I'm just going to help you check if it suits you."

"Many things." Sherlock snorted coldly, saying so, but obediently put away the code key.

Suspected of integrity.

Gent curled his lips, but he didn't say anything when he knew the current affairs.

Early the next morning, Gent was woken up by the sound of knocking on the door downstairs. He lived at 221b Baker Street last night, mainly because he was too lazy to tidy up the things at home, so he might as well make do with Sherlock for a night. I ran into John as a favor.

But if he knew that he would be woken up the next day, he would never make it easier.

——It is not so pleasant to wake up.

"Sherlock!" Mrs. Hudson ran up in a panic, probably because she was woken up, so she was wearing a nightgown, "A client has come to the door! Oh, I didn't mean you, change the working hours, I But an old man, don't torment me!"

She complained a few words, and when she saw Gent also came out of the room, she was taken aback, "Where's John?"

"He's with Mary. Ma'am, go and rest for a while. I'll entertain the client." Gent rubbed his brows, waved to Mrs. Hudson in a good-tempered manner, and signaled her to go back to the room.

"You are so sweet." Mrs. Hudson turned around, "I think John's good things are not far away..."

With that said, she turned and went downstairs.

Jin Te watched her leave, and then turned his attention to the person who came. He was a young man, dressed fairly neatly, ordinary casual clothes, and not particularly valuable, but the young man's face was a little pale and tired, and his eyes were dark. Eye circles are heavy, and the whole person exudes a feeling of anxiety.

Gent withdrew his sizing eyes, and smiled at the visitor, "Sit down, I'll call Sherlock."

"Okay, okay, thank you!" The young man forced a smile.

Sherlock woke up early, saw Gent walk in the door, he frowned with a toothbrush in his mouth, "Etiquette!"

Gent shrugged, "I knocked, you're in the bathroom." So I didn't hear it.

The curly-haired detective narrowed his eyes and looked down at him. "If my memory isn't faulty—of course it isn't, my door is locked."

"Oh, that." Gent tilted his head, "I thought you knew that these 'ordinary' locks were useless to me."

"..." Sherlock turned around blankly, and continued to brush his teeth in the mirror, "Very well, I will give you an extraordinary lock for you to have fun."

"Thank you so much." Gent grinned insincerely, and buckled the wooden door frame with his right hand, "Detective, someone is at the door, hurry up."

"Ha, what are you in a hurry for?" Sherlock mocked, straightening his silk pajamas with one hand, "Get out."

"I thought you would like the case, after all, you are hungry every time you hear it." Gent took two steps back and said.

"Then I also thought you would know that I always only watch the cases I want to watch. First of all, it has to be interesting."

"you're right."

This time it looked boring.

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James Donald was literally fidgeting.

The brown curly-haired man came out of the room, and he immediately leaned forward, "Where's Mr. Holmes!?"

The man was taken aback, and smiled politely, "He will be ready soon, please wait a moment sir, what would you like to drink? Coffee? Tea? Oh, it seems that you like Coke."

Donald looked up blankly, "No, I..."

"Coke, two pieces of ice." The short, curly-haired man grinned, then immediately withdrew his smile, and walked towards the kitchen expressionlessly, muttering something like "I will call me, I'm not awake yet" Class words.

Donald stood there stiffly, his already pale face becoming even uglier.

Sherlock came out of the bedroom, glanced at him casually, and said casually, "If you want to get angry, go somewhere else, I don't welcome guests here, especially troublesome guests like you."

"Trouble?" Donald repeated subconsciously, and then reacted immediately, glaring at him angrily.

Just about to speak but was interrupted, Sherlock quickly walked to his exclusive sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, "You better have a good reason to disturb my wonderful morning, because that will not Looks stupid, given your case doesn't seem to be that interesting. Let me guess what you're here for - you haven't been home for at least two days, and even buying new clothes from the mall can't hide your body Strong booze smell, bar night out is nothing special, why are you taking meds? Don't argue, your eyes betray you. Oh look, the ring marks on your hand, middle finger, are not so obvious, you are obviously cheating Repeat offender, how many lovers do you have?"

The man on the other side blushed.

Sherlock ignored him, curled his lips, and continued, "You are not married, I can't care too much, but your expression is so flustered, and there is guilt, oh, yes, guilt, you put your girlfriend's The ring around the neck? How do you explain that when you have sex with your lover? Well, maybe it doesn't need an explanation."

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes..." The man took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger.

Gent came over in a timely manner and interrupted the conversation between the two, "Sir? Your Coke."

"Thank you." The man picked up the cup and drank it down. The cold irritating liquid flowed into his stomach, finally calming down his anger.

Jin Te laughed very colorlessly, "Look, I'll just say that Coke is more suitable for you than coffee and tea."

"you!"

The little curly stretched lazily, occupied the couch that Sherlock usually liked to lie on, curled his lips in disdain, "How could Daddy serve you, you think too much."

James Donald: "…"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Then, are you here to entrust something, Mr. who hasn't introduced himself yet. Lover's death? Girlfriend's death? Drug harboring? Or... Are you surrendering yourself?"

"...Neither of them." With a hoarse voice, James' face turned blue, and his teeth were biting. "I'm James Donald, sir. Although I know you are very powerful, you are too rude."

"Well. Continue." Sherlock nodded, "What is the entrustment?"

"……Missing."

"You should contact Scotland Yard for this matter." Gent said with his eyes closed. "Mr. Detective doesn't care about your small problems."

Sherlock blankly glanced at the lazy mud-like man, and said dryly, "Who is missing?"

"My girlfriend Suzanne Borges." When he said the word girlfriend, James Donald blushed, ashamed and unwilling, and he didn't know what he was unwilling to do.

"I went home this morning and found that she was not at home and the bed was clean. Judging from the traces in the kitchen and bathroom, she should not have been back for two days." Donald explained dryly, with a somewhat self-defeating tone. mean.

"Shouldn't people be allowed to have a little private life?" Jin Te disdained, "Don't you not go home every day?"

"..." Donald opened his mouth, "No...it's just that Suzanne has no family, she usually lives alone, I occasionally go to find her, she never disappears for no reason, and every time she goes out, she will be with me Say."

"So you should go to Scotland Yard." Sherlock stood up, ready to go back to the bedroom.

"No!!! No!!" The young man suddenly yelled, "That's not the case! She is definitely not an ordinary disappearance!! I have a hunch that she may, may have been..."

Gent sat up and frowned. Obviously, he was much calmer this time.

——After all, there are more and more things beyond his control, and he has become accustomed to facing various emergencies.

Moran didn't give any news that he planned to do something recently, and Gent suddenly discovered that Moran hadn't actively contacted him for a long time, which was really unreasonable.

But there is too little information, and Gent has no way to make more guesses. After all, Moran should be the person he trusts the most.

"Then, I can only say my condolences." Sherlock put his index fingers together, made a pyramid, and replied without sympathy.

"You!" Obviously, the client was very angry, "You will regret it!"

……

Jin Te looked at Mr. Donald's back, turned his head and asked, "You really don't want to answer?"

"If it's a disappearance case, of course I won't answer it." Sherlock didn't even look up.

"But." Gent pursed his lips and smiled, "There are but, right?"

Mr. Detective was noncommittal, "He doesn't seem like a person who believes what the detective said."

"So you think he has ulterior motives in coming here?" Jin Te suddenly realized, "But it can't be ruled out that it's because he is afraid, afraid that you will find out all the black history. It's unbelievable that a person like him actually has a girlfriend, and it's been a long time. relation."

"Drugs, promiscuity, gambling, it's unbelievable that he's still alive and not getting sick." The corner of Sherlock's mouth slid down, "And from the narration, his girlfriend has a good relationship with him. "

"With Lestrade here, what are you worried about?"

"I'm worried...things are not going well." Sherlock rolled his eyes, rushed to the window suddenly, opened the window and shouted, "Mr. Donald, I've taken over your case!"

Gent: "..."

Become really fast.

"After all, it was a Mycroft case."

Sherlock grinned triumphantly, and motioned Gent to look at the taxi that Mr. Donald just got into.

Jin Te was stunned: "..."

He shouldn't be mixing with these two brothers!

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——The case is your boyfriend, right?What am I!

--Um?What did you say? (looks up from the test tube)