Chess and Goldfish

Altar of Okega.

Not many people have heard of this term.

But when it comes to the news a few years ago, it can be said that many people were deeply impressed, and even turned pale when they heard it, because it was a case of cannibalism.

In southwestern Nigeria, when the Anambra state police conducted a surprise inspection a few days ago, they found a restaurant openly selling human flesh. During the search, the police found that there was a dish called "roasted human head" on the menu of the restaurant, and two cellophane packages were found at the scene. bloody human head.

In addition, the police also seized two AK-47 rifles, various weapons and ammunition, and several pistols during the search.

They first received a report that some said that "wizards" were killing people, and then they raided the small forest on the edge of the city, found a fresh male body, and arrested more than 30 "wizards".

The place where they held the ceremony is called the "Okega Altar", and the small forest that is almost uninhabited is also called the "Devil's Forest".

"I'm more curious, what do you think about this?" Gent stared at Sherlock with great interest.

The man still didn't have much expression, his beautiful pupils looked at the front window, "International news, shocking the world, why can't I pay attention? If you ask me how I feel, I can only say that the method of handling the corpse is too rough, They destroy the tastiest part of the human brain, and most of the nutrition is lost and wasted."

Gent was almost shocked: "I think I need to calm down, you are no longer the Sherlock I knew..."

The man responded with a mocking smile.

Oh, the classic mocking face of Sherlock Holmes.

It just looks fantastic!

Gent reassured himself in his heart. He felt that his status was getting lower and lower. Sherlock used to be afraid of him, but it seems that since the last case, this man has become less and less concerned about him. up!

Does he have a dog outside?Or is it that his charm has dropped a lot?

Taking advantage of the red light, he smiled charmingly at the woman riding a bicycle outside, and as expected, he received a shy and affectionate look back.

Jin Te immediately let go of his heart, and narcissistically touched his little face, which was so smooth that he didn't look like a man.

Sherlock swore he'd poke himself in the eye if he could.

"Here we are, get out!" After paying the money, the hot-tempered man got out of the taxi with the little curly hair in his back, and threw him to the ground mercilessly.

"You go in."

"That's your brother!" Gent said dissatisfied.

"Probably not his own." Sherlock said impatiently, "You wanted to come!"

Let's go, die tsundere.

Jin Te glared at him, feeling aggrieved in his heart, but if he couldn't say this, he would probably be beaten to pieces by the man's eloquent teeth.

He shrugged, "I always have a way to get him to invite you, it depends on what kind of chips he will use." For example, the photos of women's clothes when they were young?Naked photos?Stupid brother or something?

Gent covered Sherlock's lower body with the most malicious intentions. He remembered the photo collection he accidentally saw when they met for the first time. Why didn't he realize that it was actually Sherlock.

Oh, he was so dull.

Sherlock's smart brain instantly listed dozens of possibilities. After comparing the advantages and disadvantages, the man strode forward neatly, "Let's go? Why are you still squatting there? Constipation?"

"……you shut up."

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"This matter..." Mycroft looked gloomy, folded his hands together, and didn't look at the two people in the room.

"Don't interfere." Jin Te quickly interrupted him, and then rolled his eyes, "Come on sweetheart, you just talk like this all day long, if you don't bother me, I will bother you."

Mycroft smirked, "It's an honor that you can keep up with my thinking, but it's not something to be proud of, Gent. As I said, you don't want to meddle in this matter."

Jin Te was expressionless: "Sorry, but that's what I said."

The little fat man was stalked for a while, and his expression turned even worse, but Sherlock was happy to see it, and he liked all Mycroft's jokes, so it was rare for him to stand on the united front with Gent.

"I heard what he said."

"Okay, can you two make me feel more at ease?" Mycroft rubbed his forehead wearily. He obviously didn't expect that there was such a secret hidden behind his brother's sudden rise and his own negligence. Big things.

"I need your help."

"Of course, I'll help you without your telling me, sweetheart." Gent smiled.

Hearing this name, Sherlock frowned rather displeased, "It seems that your ability has not reached the level that I can't imagine, so I'm congratulating you."

The British government pretended not to hear, "All I need you to do is, leave it alone, this matter."

Jin Te listened to his statement with a half-smile, "This is unreasonable. In Irene's case, you couldn't wait to drag your little brother into the water. Why, are you going to regret it now?"

"The nouns that come out of your mouth have a very strange taste." Mycroft nodded Gent with his black umbrella, motioning him to sit still, "Although I can't refute what you said, I don't either. Admitting your shitty statement, it's clear that everything I do is for your own good. He doesn't need to know that, Sherlock."

"You can't protect him for the rest of your life." Gent said sharply, "Besides, you also know that your brother is not a flower in a greenhouse—oh, that's really interesting—he's a warrior, and you can protect him while you're on him. What you see is a battlefield." Gent shook his head, "Cases are battlefields, and politics is also a battlefield. Why do you decide his choice?"

Sherlock raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his raised legs remained motionless, and his gray-blue eyes were fixed on the little curly who sat on his elder brother's table. Sometimes he was really powerless to Gent.

For example, his mouth made him happy and bored him at the same time.

If he could boast more about Sherlock's ingenuity, he would definitely like this natural fool even more.

Gent also knows how powerful his mouth is. His master can't talk to him, and because of his chatter, his idol at one time was Deadpool, who replaced the goddess Scarlett Johansson.Yes, that's the man in the Marvel universe who has a vicious tongue, gambles and breaks through the dimensional wall.

It's a pity, he feels that there is still a Victoria's Secret show between himself and his idol.

"So, Sherlock, have you really decided to intervene?" Mycroft seldom talked to Sherlock so seriously. The relationship between him and his younger brother has always been full of gunpowder. There were many people who were stupider than himself, and Mycroft's status as a fat man fell to the bottom.

"Oh? Who are you talking to? The world's only consulting detective?"

Sherlock raised his head in disdain, and squinted at the British government not far away. There was a faint stream of light in his squinted eyes, and the gray-blue color instantly became extremely dazzling.

Gent seemed to see his high raised tail and the "praise" written all over his body. How could this man be so cute!

He smiled. "A great genius consulting detective unique in the world."

The British government looked at the two helplessly, "Then, if you want to intervene, the possibility of being out becomes zero. Sherlock, do you still remember our game?"

"Obviously," said the youngest Holmes son, sullenly.

Gent was a little curious, but this was not the best time to ask questions, so he looked at the man in the seat.

Mycroft slowly pushed Gint down from his table, and then added two spoonfuls of maple syrup to his tea, "Sherlock must have guessed that those people are spies, yes. But If simple spies are inaccurate, they were spies who failed in their mission and betrayed."

"betray?"

"Yes, betrayal." Mycroft said calmly, "betrayed my country, betrayed my b, and betrayed my creed as a spy. So no matter what, they can't survive, and there is no place to house them."

"There is such a thing in the UK?" Gent was a little unbelievable.

The British government took a deep look at him, and scribbled another stroke under the professor's name, "Of course not, this is not a British spy. Where exactly... you guess."

Gent: "..."

My old blood came out in one breath.

However, he was sure that it must be the mess of the big boss of the United States.

Sherlock is obviously not a half-baked guy like Gent, he has already got the information he wants, and his expression is calm.

Just as he imagined, it was political manipulation again.

No matter when and where, human life is the least valuable thing.

Compared to these, what he considered was the result.

"Since it's not from the UK, we can only deal with it if they are discovered? They have innocent lives in their hands." When it comes to innocence, Sherlock's mocking expression is even more serious.

Gent took a complicated look at Mr. Detective. Compared with the man who was only looking for the truth when he first met him, he has changed a lot.

"Miss Borges." Sherlock pursed his lips, "She's dead, and you told Gent that she's not dead, why?"

Mycroft clasped his hands, "Why else? To keep you from getting lost."

"Fatty." Sherlock snorted coldly, flung his robe and left.

Gent watched his back disappear at the door, with a smirk on his face, and stretched out his hand to the British government, "Have a good cooperation?"

Mycroft's expression was a little gloomy, "Happy?"

"Don't take your anger out on me. I'm just the one acting with you. You suggested that Sherlock should intervene. I really don't understand you for engaging in so much face-saving."

Jin Te pouted, "That's all right, he doesn't even believe me - I said that Borges' death can't be hidden from him, you are just trying to lure him into the bait and disrupt the direction of his investigation, so you calculate yourself How is brother? Sherlock is a pure person. Do you think that if Her Majesty the Queen is interested in him, he must play his part to serve the country? He won't do that, Mike, why do you still need to force him when you know very well?"

"He is the most suitable. Sherlock likes novel cases, and I can provide him with these, but the premise is that he will not die because of it. And if something goes wrong, I have the ability to protect him for the rest of his life." Mycroft For the first time, Tate made it clear that he cared about Sherlock.

As an older brother who cares about the brat, he needs to hide his concern secretly, and at the same time fulfill all the wishes of his younger brother, and at the same time, do it without showing any traces, otherwise the rebellious younger brother will completely lose his heart. care about him.Mycroft felt that his brother was simply too laborious and thankless.

"I have that ability, but what about you, Mr. Ace?"

oh?Not Professor Moriarty anymore?

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——I didn't cheat behind your back [grievous face]

- Are you out of your mind?Oh, sorry for the not-so-good truth.