Chess and Goldfish

"They don't speak English."

Sherlock covered Gent's mouth, leaned close to his ear and whispered, because it was breathless, it made his ears itchy even more, and his whole body felt numb as if he had been electrified.

Gent moved in discomfort, lowered his voice and said, "What is that?"

"I've heard it in West Africa before, it's the language of that side of Africa." Due to the narrow space, Sherlock's body and Jin Te's body became closer and closer, "If there is no problem, they should speak Yoruba language."

"Yoruba?" Gent was stunned. Yoruba is a language spoken by more than 2500 million people in West Africa.People are using it in Nigeria, Benin, Togo, Brazil, Sierra Leone, Northern Ghana, Cuba, etc.

"Are they from West Africa?" Gent asked again.

"It should be." After Sherlock finished speaking in a low voice, he stopped talking, and the two of them were tightly against the wall, holding their breath and waiting for those people to leave.

After about 15 minutes, a group of people over there left one after another, leaving from another exit that Gint and Sherlock had discovered before.

Looking at each other with Mr. Detective, Gent followed behind him slowly towards the so-called high altar.

The violent elements have all left, the blood on the ground is still wet, flowing along the lines to the entire ground, giving off a stench, and there are traces of different shades, which looks a little nauseating.

Not to mention Sherlock, he has probably been used to it for a long time, because Gent has been specially trained, although it is not very comfortable to face these, but it is much better than ordinary people.

Sherlock gave him a look, and Jin Te hooked the corners of his lips with a pale face. No wonder he changed his face, because the scene just now was too disgusting, just because the light was not good at the time, and it was not clear what those people were doing. What, looking at it now, it couldn't be more disgusting.

They dismembered the corpse, took out all the internal organs of the human body, and even performed a simple cleaning process.

For example, the front and the end of the small intestine were chopped off, the large intestine was also pulled out, the contents inside were cleaned, and the stench was everywhere, and the kidneys were strung up separately. Where is the residue of minced meat.

"What is this going to do?!" Gent quickly covered his mouth with a scarf, his eyes were full of disbelief, his three views were impacted, even if Moran and the others killed people before, they wouldn't be so disgusting!

"Compared to sacrifice... don't you think this is more like revenge?" Sherlock looked serious.

How much hatred is this!Jin Te almost blurted out, and he pursed his lips, feeling half to half, no matter whether it was revenge or sacrifice, he couldn't easily draw conclusions.

"First of all, we need to know, who is this... person?"

When he said "person", Jin Te pointed to the lump on the ground where no human figure could be seen, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, "Could it be Miss Borges?"

Upon hearing this, Sherlock immediately knelt down and prepared to check.

"You don't mean to..." Before touching the word, I saw the conscientious and conscientious man take out his little gloves, ready to check.

"Wait, Sherlock, there's no need to do this." Gint's mouth twitched, and he grabbed the man extremely quickly, "I know he's not Miss Borges, you can stop this behavior."

Sherlock glanced at Gent lightly, "If you feel disgusted, you don't have to watch it." After speaking, he squatted down and started to check again.

Little Curly was a little aggrieved, puffed out his cheeks and stared angrily, he just thought it was too unclean, who knows if this person has AIDS or not!

"Compared to this, I have already said that this is not Miss Borges."

"His clothes are all gone, and they've been divided into pieces, and there are still missing pieces. How do you know that?"

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "You knew this was an altar a long time ago, and you also knew that this person was not Suzanne Borges, including that you were too calm before you came here, you..."

"Your brother said it." Gent interrupted the man's speculation, and stared innocently at those big caramel-colored eyes, "Your brother told me."

Gent raised the mobile phone in his hand, "He said that he found Miss Borges, but unfortunately, she seems to have been injected with some drugs, and she can't remember many things, and she often suffers from hysteria."

Sherlock froze slightly, his face darkened.

He stood up slowly, took off his gloves, and slammed them on Jinte, "Then what are you talking about, catch up!"

Looking at a certain detective who became angry from embarrassment, Gent laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes.

Look at his little detective, so cute and addictive.

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Those people had long since disappeared, and there were so many of them, even if Sherlock had all-powerful abilities, it would be impossible for one enemy to ten.

What's more, I don't even know the identity of the other party, so going over easily will only scare the snake.

"You'd better have a better reason to explain all this." Sherlock's face was still grim, "otherwise I'll let you know what to hide from me and what not to hide from me."

"Sweetheart, you're becoming more and more possessive of me, I'm so happy~" Leaning on the man without bones, Jin Te smiled so sweetly that he felt tired.

The righteous Mr. Detective was not shaken in the slightest. He slapped the little curly hair's head away, and he spoke slowly, with a smooth and low voice like a cello, "Oh? You want to get my possessiveness? Then you You can just say it straight, I will help you, good, good, feel, feel."

"Gudong", swallowed, Jinte smiled dryly, "Oh, no need, I think it's better for me to be honest, what do you think?"

The big detective gave him a sideways look, and Gent understood that it meant "speak quickly".

"Your brother sent me a message, and you know that. Lestrade said recently that no one has reported the crime. Why do you think no one has reported the crime? Since it is definitely not the first time someone died in that place, the color of the blood on the ground is different. One, there are everything from deep to shallow, and the smell of blood is still so strong, which means that those people commit crimes very frequently."

"The corpses are people without identities." Sherlock immediately picked up his words, and his light gray eyes began to light up, "That's right! Since no one reported the case, that means no one found out that his relatives and friends were missing, those The deceased had no friends or relatives, not even a social circle!"

What kind of person has no friends?

Of course, those who need to conceal their identities will have no friends.

--spy.

Gent and Sherlock thought of this at the same time. They looked at each other and found that the other's expression was not very good.

——Like eating Xiang.

Gent burst out laughing, causing his little detective to glare at him.

"Okay, okay, since we all know the identities of the dead, it's useless to stay here." Gent spread his hands and motioned for Sherlock to leave, "Although I don't think you will be happy, but at this time you I have to go see your brother."

Mr. Detective gritted his teeth, "I can solve it!"

"Well, then you're great!" Gent said perfunctorily.

"Gint!" Sherlock was angry, "If you talk like that again, get the hell out of me, and I'll throw you out of the window!"

"God, this man is even more charming when he's angry!"

Sherlock: "..."

Who will take care of this neurosis_(:3ゝ∠)_

Mr. Driver was unmoved, driving is just one word, steady.

Just kidding, he has never seen anything in the Great Rot Country!Isn't it just male and male cp tune* in love, the uncle said that he is very generous, there is a box of dog food at home at night enough for him to eat, don't be afraid!

"Hey! Gentlemen, can you tell me where you are going before you have something unspeakable?" The driver uncle smiled strangely, and gave Jint a "you know me and everyone knows" from the rear mirror. He glanced at Sherlock wretchedly, and something went wrong with this look. He glanced at the two of them in surprise, and blurted out a question, "Which of you is up?"

Sherlock: "..."

He was so tired, he wanted to be quiet.

When Gent heard this, he burst out laughing, "Uncle, you are too concerned, please drive well and go to the Diogenes Club, 1 St. James Street."

"It's too far!" The driver sighed, and then... dialed the meter and added money.

Jin Te secretly cursed a profiteer, then leaned against the car window and did not move.

The phone vibrated suddenly, Jin Te frowned, took it out and looked through it, it was Moran's news.

"Okiga altar?" Gent whispered.

Sherlock heard it, and turned his head sharply to stare at him, "What did you just say?"

"What...? I said, the Okega Altar—you know this thing?"

Sherlock moved his mouth and clenched his hands, "Obviously, I've heard it."

"What happened to this altar?" Gent asked curiously, "Is it related to religion?" If it is related to religion, then this case really needs Mycroft to come forward. After all, they have no way to contact some fanatical believers. That just makes them run wilder.

"No, it's not." Sherlock shook his head, glanced at the driver in front of him, and said in a low voice, "This word was mentioned in the news a few years ago."

"Such a good memory." Gent joked, motioning him to continue.

"Those people spoke Yoruba just now, so I directly fixed my target on West Africa, and the Okiga altar you mentioned proves that I guessed right. This news was about cannibalism in Nigeria a few years ago. case."

Unexpectedly, the topic turned out to be so explosive. The uncle driver, who was secretly listening to the conversation between the two behind him, slammed on the brakes and made a harsh sound.

Gent took his face out of the front seat and raised his head numbly, "Uncle, we are not the cannibals, can you drive well?"

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——The case of cannibalism...and...

—Who do you think of?Mister Hannibal Lecter? [sarcastic face]