Chess and Goldfish

In the dimly lit room, only the TV was making sound, and the sun was shining through the wine-red curtains, trying to send its residual warmth into the room, but it was obviously a luxury, because the place was kept airtight by that man.

The sound of the TV is not turned on very loudly, and it is enough to be able to hear the sound clearly. The TV is showing the fireworks from various places during the New Year two days ago, one cluster after another, which is very beautiful.

There are many people in the square, with smiles on their faces, wearing thick clothes, hiding behind scarves, carefully holding fireworks sticks, dancing around the monument on the square.

There is a platform in the center of the circular square, not too high, it looks like two or three stairs, and a monument is erected on it, which seems to commemorate William.

It looks stupid.

The man lying on the sofa curled his lips and came to this conclusion. His light gray iris glowed with a sky blue luster, like a jewel shining in the dark night.

Stupidly obsessed with the assembly, as if, as if it were... a sacrifice.

He sat up from the sofa with a carp, and his movements were as agile as a leopard. Anyway, they are all cats, the large ones.

Yes, sacrifice, sacrifice!

It's an altar!

A smile appeared on Sherlock's face, softening his overly handsome nose bridge that seemed to be engraved.

"Sherlock, what are you thinking about? There is a new case?" Just as John stepped out of the room, he bumped into Sherlock like this, with a full face as if he had thought of something indescribable.

Oh come on!How could Sherlock think about those things!

So, there must be a new case, isn't it just after Christmas?God was always so partial to him and gave him another belated gift.

"Why didn't I think of it earlier!" Sherlock rushed over and pulled John around in a circle. The moment the positions crossed, he had already ran to the back room and changed into his iconic coat and scarf. "Altar! That's an altar!"

"What altar?" John didn't know why, "I'm so confused by you, hey! Sherlock, what are you talking about?"

"You don't need to know this, in a word, are you going or not?"

John has been living a very comfortable life recently, as the saying goes, full of warm thoughts... well, so he takes it for granted that everyone is happy, "Will Gent accompany you?"

The "simple" detective didn't understand the meaning of the doctor's words, and simply nodded, "Of course, the place he and I discovered together."

"Oh..." John gave him an ambiguous look, then reached out and patted Sherlock's shoulder, "Arrange your scarf well, it will make you look more handsome."

"Huh?" Sherlock was stunned, feeling that his co-tenant's words were always very indescribable, "What are you thinking? Don't make me despise your IQ, John, you are better than Andre."

"Compared to Anderson, I don't feel comforted." The blond doctor slumped his shoulders helplessly, "I'd rather hear you say that I'm smarter than Greg!"

Sherlock froze: "Who is that?"

John: "..." Feeling sorry for Detective Lestrade, "No, no one." He shook his head and denied, "Go early and come back early, I don't have an appointment today."

There was a slight fluctuation in his heart, and Mr. Detective, who vaguely realized that he had been fed a mouthful of dog food, gave John an inexplicable look, nodded and went out.

——What is he showing off?Are you going to find Jin Te to solve the case?Not alone...

Thinking of this, the big detective straightened his collar and knocked on the door of 222b next door.

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"Sit first."

Gent opened the door and looked at the man who appeared in front of him with some strangeness. You must know that Sherlock would not take the initiative to look for him usually, "Is there something wrong?"

Unless, something happened.

"Altar." Sherlock walked into the room, and habitually began to scan the place where Gent usually lived with his sharp eyes.

Seeing this, Little Curly twitched the corners of his mouth, he couldn't get rid of Sherlock's stink.

"Ah, you mean..."

"Yes, that rockery, the basement!" Sherlock withdrew his gaze, and placed his eyes on the little curly who was almost a head shorter than himself. "The arrangement there clearly looks like an altar."

Gent nodded calmly, "Oh, that's it—what would you like to drink?"

"You know." Sherlock froze, staring closely at Gent's face, his eyes sparkling, "You know the altar."

"I know—so what would you like to drink?"

"You knew but didn't tell me?" Sherlock pressed on step by step, not letting go of any expression on his face, trying to find out the relationship between Gent and the altar.

However, the facts let him down again, maybe he was relieved?

Because he didn't find anything at Gent's side, he just knew that there was an altar there, just like Sherlock himself.

"Didn't you come? Tell you now." Gent said in a good temper, and then repeated again, "Sherlock, what do you want to drink?"

"But you obviously knew it a long time ago! Why didn't you say it? You should have known it today, not yesterday, and you don't care about it at all... Mmm."

Gent blocked the man's chattering lips violently, pried open his teeth, entangled the flexible tongue like a little snake very erotically, circled it in his mouth, and then let go of Sherlock, by the way Smash it, smash your mouth.

"It's enough for me to care about you, sweetheart." Gent rolled his eyebrows at him. "Also, the saliva tastes good, right? But I think you might prefer coffee? Two pieces of sugar?"

Sherlock: "........."

He lowered his head a little stiffly, his Adam's apple rolled, and his throat was extremely dry, "Aren't you tired from this posture?"

Gent stood on tiptoe and pecked his lips again, Sherlock who reacted violently pushed Gent away, "Coffee, two pieces of candy!"

The little curly raised his eyebrows and snickered, "It would have been better if it had been like this earlier, thank you for your hospitality."

"..."

Look what he found!

tension.

Is this the sentiment that Sherlock Holmes should have?How can it be!Although he tried his best to conceal it and calmed down immediately, Gent, who had been observing Sherlock, still noticed his momentary stiffness and unnaturalness, as well as... nervousness.

Hey!Little detective, what are you nervous about?

Of course, Sherlock would not admit that he was nervous. He sat on the sofa with a blank expression on his face, reading the newspaper carefully, but if he looked carefully, he would find the man's pupils constricted.

Gent Ace is a liar!

He fouled.

What he did today was not announced, there was no sign, and the great consulting detective didn't even smell the slightest abnormality. Of course, there was no way to predict what he was about to do!

A hint of annoyance flashed in Sherlock's eyes, he would not admit defeat, the little villain who did not play cards according to common sense, Gent always did this, which made Sherlock feel helpless.

It shouldn't be.

but……

The touch just now was warm, cool, and somewhat moist. He had just eaten chocolate, and Sherlock didn't like the kind of thing made from cocoa beans, but at that moment, it seemed that something had slipped down the throat, sweet It's frightening.

He subconsciously wanted to immerse himself in the thought palace, and wanted to pack the picture just now into a folder and set it as a private state.

You know, Sherlock Holmes's thinking palace does not store these things. His brain works non-stop for a moment, and there will never be a strike.

This is not the same.

A voice suddenly appeared in my heart.

What's the difference?

Sherlock flipped through the newspaper and set his eyes on another page, though only he knew he wasn't reading anything.

"When are we leaving?" Gent came out of the kitchen with a coffee and said to the man who was trying to read the newspaper.

Sherlock put down the things in his hands calmly, picked up the coffee and blew, and then took a sip.

Well, as always the Gent approach.

"It's getting late." Jin Te frowned, and said to himself, "If we go by now, it will be past eight o'clock there, right?"

Miss Borges's neighborhood is not close to Baker Street. Although the sun has not set yet, if it has passed, it must be night. Gent is a little hesitant. Moran originally said he would come tonight.

"It's eight o'clock." Sherlock confirmed Gent's estimate, "What's the problem?"

Jin Te was taken aback, met the man's blue-green eyes, and then smiled lightly.

Sure enough, it was Sherlock.

"Ah, no problem." He took out his phone and pressed it twice, asking Moran to come over at another time, and send him a message if there is something to do, "Where's John?"

As soon as John was mentioned, Sherlock thought of what John said before he left, and it was only now that he recalled that he meant that!

"No." Sherlock lowered his eyes, "Are you still working with that fat man?"

"I'm a partner of the British government." Gent blinked mischievously, "You should be happy, baby, this will help me marry into your family in the future."

"Marriage?" Sherlock smiled strangely, "I have to say I like this word."

"It's my pleasure to make you happy." Gent bent over affectionately.

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The moon is dark and the wind is high, killing night.

It can only be said that the luck of Sherlock and Gent is actually not particularly good.

For example, now, they are hiding in the passage of the rockery, looking at a group of people in the basement not far away, wearing masks and hoods, who are... dismembering the corpse.

Jin Te's face changed, obviously he didn't expect such a pervert.

Sherlock's face was not very good either, he wanted to rush out, but Gint grabbed him in fright.

Sherlock: What are you doing!

Gent: You're crazy! ?You are alone, there are seven of them, can you beat them! ?

Sherlock frowned. It was true that they couldn't fight recklessly. Because of the darkness, they couldn't see very clearly. There were many people on the other side, and those people were obviously strong. Sherlock took a little dwarf, Gent, A dry fight is absolutely impossible.

Gent took out his mobile phone and stuffed it into Sherlock's hand: Record it!

Sherlock nodded and took out his mobile phone to record. Seeing this, Gent slowly exited the rockery, grabbed his mobile phone and called John.

"Doctor, bring Mucang and come here quickly, and I will show you a performance."

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——You like me, your heart is moved!

--oh?I do not know how?