Chess and Goldfish

In the end, of course Gent failed to become a roast lamb kidney, and Sherlock tried his best to stop him.

Returning to his long-lost nest, Gent faced the place that no one had tidied up for a long time, and his heart was barren.

The thing every man is most afraid of is probably cleaning. There is no soft and fragrant young lady to help, so how did he fall in love with that man who doesn't work hard_ (:3ゝ∠)_

Maybe like attracts like and divides people into groups?

Gent developed the same habit as Sherlock, such as lying on the sofa and staring at the ceiling, and began to describe one case after another in his mind.

Suddenly there seemed to be a flash of light, Jin Te sat up abruptly, and he said something was wrong, the basement under the rockery seemed to be very similar to... an altar?

"Molan." He hesitated for a while, but still pressed the phone number, and the phone rang twice before being picked up, as always, as if he didn't know anything.

Jin Te smiled bitterly. Indeed, he really should know nothing.

"Professor." Colonel Moran's voice came from the other end, with a hint of joy in his seriousness, "I haven't contacted you for a long time, how are you doing?"

Gent suddenly felt guilty. He was busy flirting with Sherlock, and he hadn't taken care of Moriarty's affairs for a long time. Most of the time, Sebastian Moran stepped in. do it.

fair enough.Gent comforted himself softly.

When the time comes when he really hands these over to Moran, he will feel more at ease.

"Of course, little Jim will never put himself in a desperate situation." Gent's voice rose, imitating Moriarty's way of speaking, "Molan, I have something here that I need you to check."

"Professor, have you finally started to do things? They can't wait." Moran said excitedly.

No... wait, what are you misunderstanding?

The corner of Jinte's mouth twitched, and his voice became more and more sweet, "Oh, my dear, these words really touch my heart."

Moran, who was used to chatting like this, didn't change his voice, "So, what do I need to do, Professor?"

Immediately forgetting the guilt just now, Jin Te smiled, "Go and look up the recent altar incident in London, there must be someone holding a large-scale underground event, oh, it's very interesting, what's going on underground Didn't go through Little Jim's eyes?"

Moran replied solemnly, "It won't exist, Professor, I'll check it out right away."

"Be careful, don't be found out." Jinte confessed, "By the way, Heart K has other matters for him, so you should go and investigate this matter yourself. Speaking of which, what is he doing recently? "

"What else can there be?" Moran has never liked the king of hearts. That man always gave him a dangerous feeling, not like a professor, but a feeling of wandering between being on the verge of madness and a normal person. Moran used to be a colonel, and he instinctively disliked such a person.

Of course, Professor Moriarty was different. He was his own savior, and Moran's life belonged to Jim.

"Playing stocks?" Gent smiled playfully, "It seems that the London Stock Exchange can easily satisfy him."

"I'm afraid not." Moran's voice was gnashing his teeth with music, "The next step is probably to enter the British Times. The BBC can't stop that guy's too long arms."

"Huh? The chief male models all have such little preferences." Jin Te said sweetly, "I like your creativity, extraordinary thinking, and how sexy you are!"

"Like Mr. Holmes?" Moran's voice was not very happy. "Professor, you have paid too much attention to him recently. I know you like people with high IQs, but he is Holmes!"

Jin Te's complexion sank, but his voice remained unchanged, "Of course, I know what I'm doing. I'm so happy that Little Moran is so worried about me!"

"Professor..." Moran smiled helplessly, "I will help you to check the news, you pay attention to your health, and, happy new year."

"Happy New Year, Colonel Moran."

Gent hung up the phone, squinted his eyes and looked out the window. It seemed that he needed to talk to Holmes.

Ah, another one.

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The British government enjoyed a rare afternoon tea at the Diogenes Club. Whoever said that government officials don’t have public holidays, it’s just that they are too hardworking.

Miss Blackberry put down a cup of black tea and a cup of Coke with three cubes of ice.

"Who's here?" Mycroft's face darkened, and his good mood disappeared all of a sudden.

"Yes boss, may I go and enjoy my date?" From the perspective of the secretary, Gent is his boss's family and not an outsider, just because of his usual clinginess with Sherlock, she just I don't believe that there is nothing between the two of them. Since Jinte is a family member, she doesn't need her services, so she doesn't need to carry them. Holidays are rare.

She waved her hand with a dark face, and at the moment the secretary quit, she smiled maliciously in the spirit of the British government, which makes me unhappy and others don't, "Next year's annual leave will be cancelled."

Miss Secretary: "..."

"Why are you embarrassing her?" a sweet voice rang out.

"Come down." Mycroft said calmly, his expression unchanged, "I know my cabinet is very strong, so I don't need you to measure it for me."

Jin Te pursed his lips, jumped, and jumped off the bookcase beside him, his steps were as light as a cat's, without making a sound.

Mycroft had a rough estimate of his force level, so he flipped through the book in his hand, "If you step on it, you will lose money."

Gent puffed up his face, "I'm still a guest, right? I'm here to find you, Mike."

"First of all, I don't have a guest who came in through the window and stepped on my cabinet." The British government closed the book that could no longer read. "Secondly, don't call that name, little knight."

"Oh, I like the name." Gent smiled, looking very shy and cuddly.

Mycroft glanced at him blankly, feeling that he was being stupid for telling Gent these things, he looked away, and pushed the Coke in front of him, "What's the matter?"

"Yes." Gent was not polite, and sat down opposite Mycroft, "Did you know the Donald who came to 221b Baker Street before?"

"You're always going straight like this."

"Isn't it good? Not going around in circles has always been my good virtue."

"But there are some people who don't like it." The British government said lightly, "Of course, I know my brother, and I know the cases he likes. Donald is very interesting, isn't he?"

Jin Te frowned, "It's no wonder Sherlock hates you, who would like a life under surveillance and control? Fortunately, Sherlock has a good temper."

"He has a good temper?" Mycroft laughed suddenly, as if he had heard something funny, "Did I hear correctly? Gent, you just said that Sherlock has a good temper? People know, they probably won't agree, right?"

Gent shrugged, "That's why I said, you do love him and understand him, but you never intend to do anything or change anything for him, Sherlock is a very pure person, it can be said that he is the purest person I have ever seen I want him to live without any scruples, although it seems to be the case now."

"Don't be so full of words, you can't change anything for him."

"But I'll always do it, because he's worth it."

Gent's words were powerful, like a huge boulder, smashing into Mycroft's heart. He stared at Gent for a while, and suddenly realized that maybe this man really loved Sherlock.

— that's a good thing, isn't it?

"I hope you know what you're doing, and stop as soon as possible. I still have that attitude, and I won't support you." Mycroft closed his eyes, took a sip of the black tea in hand.

"But you won't object anymore." Gent smiled, and he smiled nicely, "That's enough."

"Tsk, what on earth are you here for? Are you going to show me how much you covet my brother?" Mycroft touched his sore cheek, impatient to deal with this guy.

"Of course not, why do you think so!" Jin Te gave him a strange look, "And I won't say it anymore, I'm here because of Donald!"

Looking at the innocent expression of the little curly hair, the British government choked and said dryly, "Is there a problem with him?"

"Obviously you want Sherlock to realize the inferiority of men and what they will do when they break through the shackles, but you are too hard." Gent curled his lips and suggested kindly, "Sherlock doesn't accept this."

"You have a better idea?" Mycroft asked with a half-smile.

"Probably, but why should I tell you?" Gent scratched the glass with his nails, "I'm not talking about this, you just thought Mr. Donald was just a simple... well, man, but he came here The case is for his lost girlfriend, Suzanne Borges."

"Yes."

Gent paused and continued, "We didn't find Miss Borges, and Sherlock said that she may have been killed."

The British government frowned, "So what? Sherlock should be able to solve the murder well, right?"

"Ha, look, I knew you just picked people out and sent them to 221b Baker Street. You didn't check what's behind Donald at all, did you?"

"What can he have behind him?" The British government was a little surprised. "He is just an ordinary poor boy pretending to be a rich man, and he has a perverted heart and some bad habits."

Gent flexed his fingers and tapped the table, "Yes, he's fine, but Miss Borg's disappearance, well, or death, involves something different, you must not have expected it, Mr. Big Holmes .”

"for example?"

"For example, altars, believers, rituals."

Leaving these few words behind, Gent felt a lot more relaxed. After all, it was a bit difficult for Moran to check this thing by himself. With the help of the British government, he would be much more relaxed, and he would have more time to stay in the next to Sherlock.

"Hey sir, do you know about human sacrifice?"

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——Sweetheart, your brother agrees with us!

--he?Then I'm afraid it's too early for you to get complacent, Gent.