Chess and Goldfish

Sherlock always has a way of getting the information he wants.

Before Gent could react, he was dragged out of the room by the man, and a coat was thrown over his face, and Sherlock rushed into the taxi excitedly.

The short man helplessly pulled off the coat on his head, and found that it was not his own. Sherlock was taller than him, so his coat was naturally longer.

Oh, by the way, Gent has already secretly bought several pieces of the same style behind Sherlock's back, which is called "couple outfit".

——Of course, Sherlock won't know about this matter, even if he knows, he will probably only say "Is it related to the case? It doesn't matter, so why should I care?"

Suzanne Borges's family lives in a remote community, even out of London, and it is nearly an hour's drive from Baker Street.

Sherlock was fiddling with his mobile phone along the way. After Gent sent a text message to Moran, he took a curious look at it. This look was terrible.

"When did you go to the United States???" Gent was shocked.

I don't blame him for this reaction, because Sherlock was repeatedly watching a video on his mobile phone-that was the video of Gent talking to Irene Adler at Klee Angie's magic shop a few days ago.

Undoubtedly, no one knew they were being watched.

Jin Te dared to swear that his face must be very bad now, his mind was in a mess, and his eyes were fixed on Sherlock, hoping to get his explanation.

Mr. Detective looked at Jinte lightly with his light blue eyes, "A year ago."

"..." Jin Te opened his mouth, "How did this come about?"

"What? You don't know?" Sherlock grinned, and smiled viciously. That look was more than flattering in Gent's eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Gent tentatively said, "Isn't Mycroft giving it to you?"

"It has nothing to do with that fat man!" Sherlock's tone was very bad, and when he mentioned his brother, he looked like he was furious.

But Gent was not in the mood to tease him anymore, he stared at Sherlock closely, wishing to open his mouth.

Mr. Detective glared at him and shook his phone, "American homeless people are not that stupid, they are easier to use than British ones."

Hearing what he said, Gent breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he knew it was done by Sherlock, then he didn't have to worry, because he thought it was done by "the power".

"It sounds like you appreciate them." Gent answered with a half-smile.

Now it was Sherlock's turn to be surprised. He was stunned for a moment, turned his head to observe Gent carefully, and found that he really didn't care, so he blurted out, "I will record all the conversations between you and Irene. gone."

"Ah, if you know it, you know it. I also know that you are very curious about her." Gent waved his hand indifferently, and leaned back on the seat casually.

Sherlock's face turned black, and he let out a heavy breath, "Don't use your walnut-sized brain to speculate on me! Stupid!"

"Yes, yes, you are the best, detective." Gent said perfunctorily as if coaxing a child, "The detective is prone to myopia when looking at his mobile phone in the car, are you sure you don't want to take a break?"

Sherlock Holmes: "..."

——He discovered that as long as he was with this person, the IQ and self-control he was so proud of would be useless.

The best way to treat people like Gent is to ignore them.

So, Sherlock closed his eyes directly, immersed in his thought palace.

Jin Te opened his eyes and glanced at the man's handsome face, couldn't help but curled his lips, and then closed his eyes.

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The taxi stopped at the gate of Suzanne Borges' complex. According to James Donald's description, this is the place where Miss Borges usually goes in and out.

Sherlock got out of the car and looked up the small dilapidated building in the direction. After hesitating for a while, he took out the phone from his pocket and pressed the dial button.

Gent looked at him in surprise, "You called John?"

Sherlock said "hmm", and Gent immediately covered his chest with grief, "Are you really stupid or fake, Sherlock, every time you call John when he is with his girlfriend, you Are you really not afraid that he will hate you?!"

Hearing this, Mr. Detective's hands froze, his eyes filled with innocence.

Gent touched his nose in embarrassment, "Well, I don't blame you, but don't look for John, is there anything you must do?"

"Autopsy." Sherlock said stiffly.

Gent opened his eyes wide, "Can you confirm that Miss Borges is dead?"

"Just in case." Seeing that the call could not be made, Sherlock simply pressed the phone, and strode towards the small broken building, his clothes fluttered and his black robe fluttered, leaving Jint with a particularly heroic and handsome back.

Jinte: "..." What is he pretending to be? ? ?

The inside of the small dilapidated building is just like its appearance, very dilapidated, the windows are blocked by iron railings, and the top is full of rust. Most of the houses in the suburbs of London are cottages. Even if there is no money, the big bottom can bear the cover of a house.

If you live in this kind of small building with seven or eight floors, most of them are foreigners or people living alone, coming to London to seek a job or something.

Suzanne Borges lives on the top floor, and the rent is a few pounds more expensive than others, because there will be a small attic on the top floor, and occasionally James will come to live here.

Jin Te couldn't help but frowned, "Isn't her boyfriend supposed to be rich? He already has so many lovers."

"As you can see, this is obviously because of Mr. Donald's 'little hobby'." Sherlock moved his eyes and said mockingly.

The two stood at the door of Miss Borges. The door was locked from the outside. Sherlock looked at it and stepped back suddenly, "Cushion."

"Huh?" Jin Te raised his eyebrows and followed his eyes to look at the red floor mat at the door.

It is said that the red is no longer visible, and it is covered with a layer of dust. It is dusty and has not been cleaned for a long time.

Sherlock squatted down, "The floor mat has been moved many times, and it is not aligned neatly. This white area is where the floor mat is usually placed. After being moved, it was exposed. According to the situation of Miss Borges living alone Come to see, usually as a spare key, if not with her boyfriend, then under a flowerpot or floor rug."

As he spoke, he lifted the mat, and sure enough there was a key under the mat.

Gent touched his chin, "According to your reasoning, everyone will be like this, isn't that very unsafe? Anyone can enter the house?"

Sherlock snorted, "So, ordinary people's minds are full of rubbish, don't they know how to learn something useful?"

"You're right, it's a good thing I'm out of the category of ordinary people." Gent smiled sweetly.

"It's true." Sherlock pushed the door and entered without looking back. "Congratulations on entering the stupid class. This is your honor. Don't thank me too much."

Jinte: "..." I would be foolish to expect you to say good things.

As James Donald said, there was no sign in the room that Mademoiselle Borges had disappeared for more than two days.

"Could it be that you have returned to your hometown?" Gent thought that Suzanne Borges was a foreigner who came to London to work.

"No." Sherlock held up the wallet in his hand, "Would you not take the wallet with you when you go out? There are her documents in it."

"Susanna Hank Borges, 21 years old..." Gent was speechless, "It's still so young!"

"Her carry-on bags are all in the room, excluding the possibility of leaving on her own, and the clothes in the closet have no traces of extensive tidying." Sherlock put down her wallet and walked to the dining room. Miss Borges's house is one room The living room is not big, about [-] square meters, and there is a six-square-meter loft upstairs, which is enough for a single girl to live by herself.

"There are still unfinished biscuits on the table." Sherlock flipped through them. "I bought the milk three days ago, and I've already drank... half a liter. The garbage has not been emptied, and the gas has not been turned off."

Gent came over to touch it, and was slapped down by Sherlock, "Don't move, evidence."

Little curly hair aggrievedly rubbed his red hand, "What kind of evidence do you want these for?"

Sherlock ignored him, and put the biscuit into the evidence collection bag with gloves on, "Since it has been determined that Miss Borges is not traveling, it means that something unexpected has happened."

"Such as burglary?" Gent asked.

"..." Sherlock sneered, "I said you were stupid, you really did not live up to my expectations. Burglary!? Would you rob such a person?! The source of income is not stable!"

"Then what's going to happen suddenly?" Gent rolled his eyes, this guy really wants to smooth his hair so that he can support himself.

Sherlock walked around twice, and asked with his hands outstretched, "Didn't you notice! What's missing in this room!?"

"key?"

"It's not too hopeless." A trace of satisfaction appeared in Sherlock's eyes, "Yes, there is no key, and no mobile phone, which means that she did indeed walk out of this door by herself, but obviously she did not expect it to happen. Something happened, maybe she went out to buy something, but she didn't take her wallet, maybe she got a call and went out to find someone."

"Maybe it's taking out the trash." Gentra stopped Sherlock, "There are two trash cans in the room, one empty and one full."

"That's right." Sherlock nodded, "So, we need to go out and have a look now."

With that said, he ran out of Miss Borges' house, and Gent immediately followed.

The movement of the two of them was probably a little big. The door of the house on the opposite side opened suddenly. Inside was an older middle-aged woman with brown hair, sunken eye sockets, and dark red skin. It seemed that she had been exposed to the sun for many years.

Sherlock glanced twice, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but may I ask, do you know where the lady opposite is?"

The woman looked at the two of them vigilantly, "Who are you? Ask her what to do?"

"Friend." Gint replied vaguely, and the smiling appearance made the woman relax a little. He just scolded Sherlock in his heart for having a frightening horse face, and the man immediately put his cold eyes on himself.

Gent shrank his neck and avoided him in embarrassment.

——It’s too miserable to be caught saying bad things about people, but how did Sherlock know that I scolded him? ? ?

"Friends? That boyfriend of hers actually let her make friends?"

When Sherlock heard this, his eyebrows immediately raised high, "Why not?"

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——Is this really a murder case?How do you feel that you are dealing with the relationship between the couple?

--you shut up!They said it was a murder!