Chess and Goldfish

The neighbor's wife said that Miss Borges' boyfriend was very controlling and extreme, and he did not allow Borges to have too many social circles.

Gent and Sherlock looked at each other, and made a serious note in their hearts.

In addition to a series of vices, this man obviously has straight male cancer.

The appearance of that clean young man when we first met was severely discounted in Gent's heart.

After thanking the neighbor's wife, Sherlock and Gent went downstairs, ready to take a look around the neighborhood.

Ms. Suzanne Borges lives in a relatively remote place. There are not many people except the residents in the community. The area of ​​the community is not large. Sherlock walked around the downstairs twice and found not many good things, and there were no fights. trace.

"Sherlock." Gent called out, and pointed to the southeast corner.

Sherlock looked intently, there was a small park over there, the trees in the park were very dense, even in winter, the trees here were evergreen, not even a single leaf fell.

There is a rockery in the park. There is a small forest not far from the rockery. It is basically undeveloped. It is deserted during the day, and there are even dirt roads under the feet.

Gent rubbed his nose and sneezed violently, "What's the smell?"

Sherlock stopped in his tracks, his eyes sharpened suddenly, he moved his nose, took a deep breath, and said affirmatively, "Blood smells like fresh blood."

Jin Te's scalp numb, "Here?!"

It's not that he doesn't believe in science, but that he himself has proved pseudoscience by standing here. It would be strange if he didn't think about the smell of blood in such a deserted place.

Sherlock glanced at him mockingly, obviously he didn't say anything, but Gent still read contempt from his eyes, and in a fit of anger, the little curly raised his feet and walked towards the rockery.

The closer it was to the place, the stronger the smell of blood was, and it was covered by an air freshener or some weird spray. It snowed around Christmas. If it wasn't for the warmer weather these two days, the ice and snow would have melted. The smell must have been washed away by the snow water long ago, so it was a coincidence for them.

When Gent came back to his senses, he was already standing inside the rockery, "Sherlock qaq"

The man gave a "shut your mouth" look coldly, Jin Te took two steps back aggrieved, frowned and looked towards the turning, where the strong smell of blood came from.

In Sherlock's eyes, nothing could stop him from exploring the case. The more unknown he was, the more excited he was, so without saying a word, Mr. Detective got into that turn, and Gent immediately followed after seeing it.

He didn't expect that there was another cave at this turning point. There was a door there, and when the door was opened, there was a downward staircase.

Sherlock stretched out his hand to feel the wind coming up from below, and said, "This should lead to the parking lot below."

"Underground parking lot?" Jinta was surprised, "From this rockery? What is this? Is it a safe exit?"

"Look and go." Sherlock's expression was not very good, and he obviously found that this case was not a simple friction between lovers, there were many things involved.

The two went down the stairs, and the passage was pitch black. Gent shrank his neck, feeling that the claustrophobia he hadn't experienced for a long time was about to attack.

If Sherlock felt something, he paused in front of the footsteps, and waited until Gent came to him before continuing to walk down.

Sure enough, just as Sherlock expected, the place where this passage leads is an underground parking lot.

The parking lot was very empty, there were only two cars parked there, and it seemed that no one had driven it for a long time, and there was a layer of dust on it.

Sherlock quickly walked to the middle of the parking lot, touched the ground, "There is blood here, it's quite fresh."

Hearing him use this adjective, the corners of Jinte's mouth twitched, and he looked up in the direction of the blood flow. There was a high platform with three or four steps over there, and the blood flowed down.

"...Do you need to call the police? I'm afraid Lestrade will miss you very much recently." Gent kindly suggested.

Sherlock ignored him, and ran to the high platform on his own, and began to observe and speculate inch by inch what happened here.

Seeing this, Gent also looked at this place in silence, and then he was surprised to find that this is not a parking lot at all, it is more like a basement than a parking lot, because there are only two exits here, one is their The other staircase that came down just now is an exit that can only pass through a small car.

In a dilapidated neighborhood, what do you need a basement for?

Moreover, the layout here is very similar to some kind of ceremony in Gint's impression. He looked at Sherlock's movements hesitantly, "Don't you think it's a bit imaginative here..."

"picture?"

"No, it's nothing, I'm probably thinking too much." Gent shook his head and vetoed his own thoughts. It's so old, and his guess is too absurd, "Go out and ask the residents here. There is such a place."

"Congratulations, your IQ is finally on the line."

The detective put his hands in his pockets and looked at Gent expressionlessly, who shrugged and gave him a wink.

"I prefer to say that we have a good understanding."

Sherlock: "..."

——Gint is indeed a typical example of climbing along the pole. If you give some color, you will open the dyeing room.

Walking to the entrance of the community, Sherlock pretended to be someone who came here to rent a house, and asked the guard at the gate about the situation of the rockery in the park behind.

"Brother, who cares about those things in the back? Isn't it enough for everyone nowadays to have a computer!" The guard waved his hand nonchalantly, "The rockery in the park was built last year. I heard it was owned by a real estate company. It was planned by people and the government, tell me, why does the government still care about the affairs of our community? It’s nonsense!”

Hearing that it was planned by the government, Sherlock frowned.

Jin Te poked him with his hand, "Don't think about it, it's better to ask your brother if you have that skill."

"No need, and that fat man won't take care of such things."

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"Dead?" Lestrade frowned. "Are you kidding? It's New Year's Eve recently. Who would make a fuss at this time!"

Anderson sneered at the side, "I think the freaks did it themselves! Ha, and want to attract the attention of the public? Take away the duties of our Scotland Yard? In the whole world, only Sherlock Holmes is the most powerful, he A hero! We all adore him!"

Probably because she is used to the clown, Sherlock didn't even move the corner of his eyes, "That only shows that you are too bad, you worship me so much? I won't give you an autograph, I am very tolerant to my fans, except Black fan, right Gent?"

Gent, who lies on the gun every day: "????"

Anderson's face turned red with anger, because of his phone call, he needed to get out of vacation, and ran to the police station, a ghost place, to deal with Sherlock's furry little problem during the New Year's holiday. Jin Te didn't even have a good face-well, he didn't have a good face at all, and now he's even more hostile.

"Serial murders, burglaries, barn murders, murders, rapes, none of that—I know what you're going to say!" Lestrade said loudly, raising his hand to stop Sherlock from speaking, "Sherlock! I know you're a detective..."

"A consulting detective like no other in the world."

"..." Lestrade choked, "Well, I know you are the only consulting detective in the world, but you can't overstep your authority, and you also question the judgment of our Scotland Yard, even if those difficult problems require your help, ordinary The homicide case will always pass our hands, right? I said it all, there are no cases for you to solve at this time of the New Year, and everyone has to take a vacation! Take a vacation, understand?"

Sherlock, who was left speechless, put on a wooden face, and said lightly, "Stupid people always make excuses for themselves."

"Sherlock!"

"I'm not wrong." Mr. Detective squinted his blue-gray eyes, glanced at the people with bad expressions around him, and said fiercely, "Look, these people will be back to work in two days, because they have to work If the efficiency is too low, there may be unpredictable penalties—such as deducting wages.”

After finishing speaking, he bared his teeth at Anderson, "The year-end bonus is gone, Andre."

"——It's Anderson! Also, you didn't give me my year-end award!"

"Really?" Sherlock left a meaningful expression, turned and left, "Gint, keep up!"

Gent Follower Mazi Ace: "..."

If you do this again, you will lose me, you know!

"What do you mean?" Trot took two steps to catch up with Sherlock, and Gent pouted, "Can't you take care of people with short legs?"

"Usually speaking, an adult male with a height of less than 1.7 meters is a second-class disabled—for Europeans and Americans." Sherlock glanced at him, "I will take care of the disabled, and I reluctantly accept your statement."

"..."

"Are you in a bad mood?" Taking a deep breath, Jin Te suppressed the thought of cutting up the person in front of him and asked.

"Anderson is so annoying. As long as he is in the police station, the air I breathe is full of low IQ factors. He hinders the functioning of my brain."

Sherlock quickly finished reading this paragraph dryly, not knowing whether it was shyness or something, and suddenly changed the subject, "I'm hungry, the case just now is too appetizing."

"...Thanks to you being able to say that." Jin Te rolled his eyes, "I know there is a restaurant that has good cuttlefish noodles, try it?"

Sherlock readily agreed.

"Speaking of which, do you really think something will happen to Mademoiselle Borges?"

"90.00%." ​​Sherlock thought for a while and said, "Besides, that community is too abnormal, there must be ghosts in the abnormal things, just wait and see, Gavin will definitely look for me within two days."

Looking at Sherlock who was full of confidence, Gent opened his mouth, and said very weakly, "You should call him the right name."

Sherlock's innocent eyes answered him.

——Master, I have lost.

Out of sight, out of mind, anyway, with the presence of the extremely intelligent Sherlock Holmes, everything will be solved.

Gent believes that the man in front of him has unparalleled magic power.

So at this moment, he just needs to smile.

"Boss, here is a grilled lamb kidney!"

The principle of complementing form with form is applicable everywhere.

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--What's this? 【His waist is expressionless】

——It’s good to have a healthy waist and kidneys, you don’t need to drink Shenbao【Innocent Face】