Chess and Goldfish

John Watson now has the heart to kill.

He was not lightly tossed.

It was nearly an hour's drive from Mary's house to the outside of London. It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Gent called him. When he rushed to the place with the wooden warehouse in a panic, the place was already empty.

John blankly asked the doorman about the whereabouts of Sherlock and Gent, and described them maliciously as "crazy, antisocial, neurotic, horse-faced patients, and his little dwarf perverted pseudo-mother follower".

The guilt in his heart didn't last even a second before he received an insincere apology from Gent, "Ah, baby John, we're here with Mycroft now, you go home, it's hard work to make an extra trip Wow~"

John Watson: ………Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Numbly, he threw the phone on the ground, stomped on it vigorously, and in the eyes of the doorman looking at him like a fool, he calmly picked up the phone again, stuffed it into his pocket, and went out to take a taxi home with a wooden face.

He swears that if he works with these two psychopaths, Sherlock and Gent again, his surname will not be Hua!

Well, his surname is not _(:зゝ∠)_

"Please Gent, please tell me what you have planned next time?! I'm not Sherlock, it's impossible to find Mycroft's special car to pick me up!" John complained in the taxi.

Gent blinked on the other end of the phone, "Honey, I will tell Mike what you mean, and he will definitely think about it! To make up for you, how about I treat you to dinner tomorrow?"

"your treat!"

"Oh, of course."

"You pay for the fare tonight!"

"……Row."

"Emotional damages for my date with Mary?"

"...I warn you, don't push yourself..."

John pouted, not looking at who he learned from.

Gent spread his hands innocently, he didn't do anything, did he?

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"This is where you invited me to dinner?"

John twitched the corner of his mouth, and looked at the door with a little distaste. The store is not big, and the decoration is passable. He can bear the greasy doors and windows, but this weird smell...why is it so unpleasant? !

"It's good to eat some food. I heard that the reviews of this restaurant are good. Although there are few people who eat there, the positive rate is [-]%. I searched it on the Internet!" Jin Te pushed John into it, "I am sincere I really want to reward my little doctor, you worked hard yesterday, John."

"Oh, Gent!" The blond doctor was instantly moved, and forgot all about the poisonous oath he made yesterday, "You're welcome, whoever we are with whom!"

Gent laughed silently.

"Seriously, this smell...don't you think it's strange?" Guided by a black waiter, they sat at the checkout counter, a little awkwardly, neither by the window nor against the wall.

John moved his butt, leaned over and whispered, "Hey Gent, I have a bad feeling, that brother just now is not a refugee wandering somewhere?"

Jin Te looked at him in surprise. Should it be said that it was the intuition of the beast?

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." Gent touched John's hair in relief (?), "That man is not a refugee." But who it was, Gent didn't say.

John nodded and started looking at the menu.

After Gint glanced twice, he fixed his gaze on the figure wearing a felt hat and down jacket not far from them.

The man sharply raised his head and met Gent's eyes. He has a mustache, raised eyebrows, and a pair of round glasses.

Jin Te raised his eyebrows higher and higher, and the smile in his eyes could no longer be hidden.

Seeing this, the man quickly lowered his head, and pointed to the names on the menu with the waiter beside him.

There is also a table behind Jin Te and the others, and the girl is pulling the steak, "This taste is different from the last time I ate."

Her companion asked curiously, "Is it not new?"

"That's not true. I just think the taste of the meat is a bit different, and it's not unpalatable. Oh, their sauce is delicious. You should try it too!"

The waiter next to him kindly explained, "Miss, this is our new meat. It has just been airlifted from North Texas, USA. There will be no problem with the taste. As for the different taste you said, it is probably Because the quality of our meat was imported from New Zealand, the origin is different, and the taste is naturally different."

Jin Te silently lowered his eyes. Indeed, different places of production have different tastes.

John ordered the rib eye grill and Gent ordered a tuna salad.

"Why don't you eat?" John was surprised, and then he didn't know what to think, and became embarrassed, "Gint, you don't have to invite me, we'll be fine with AA."

"You're so cute." Jinte said with a smile, his donkey's lips didn't match his horse's mouth.

"...Please don't tease me casually, I will be unlucky if Sherlock finds out." Thinking of his roommate's perverted hobbies, John covered his forehead in grief, "I hope there will be no more skulls in our refrigerator."

As soon as the word "human skull" came out, Jin Te could almost feel the substantial air-conditioning in the store. The waiter at the side paused and looked over secretly, while the cashier raised his head blankly. head.

Jin Te squinted his eyes. Although he enjoyed the highly anticipated scene, it didn't mean he could bear Brother Hei's eyes full of "love".

In any case, he must serve this shop today, he knows that Sherlock must have made arrangements... right?

Seeing that the poor little detective ordered 8 pieces of food but didn't move a bite, Jin Te looked away blankly, he was wrong, he was really wrong.

"Try it?" John used a knife and fork to cut the ribeye steak on the plate into small pieces that were easy to eat, and inserted a piece to put on Ginter's plate.

Little Curly shook his head and declined politely, "I probably don't want to taste human flesh."

"Pricked——" The sound of cutting knives and forks behind him suddenly became ear-piercing.

John's eyes widened, the fork in his hand shook, and the piece of meat fell on the table. The honest doctor asked blankly, "...I'm sorry, Gent, what did you just say?"

The curly hair in front of him opened his mouth gently, and an unknown gleam flashed in his eyes, "I said, I probably don't really want to taste the taste of human flesh, I heard it's sour."

"Ouch—" just as the words finished, the girl at the table behind covered her mouth and vomited violently, then rushed out of the restaurant.

John's head was covered with a thin layer of sweat, "You must be joking." In fact, he knew that Gent was not joking, because the cashier's gaze behind him almost poked a hole out of him.

"I hope I'm here too." Gent looked at him pityingly, then suddenly turned around and grabbed the neck of the waiter who was about to attack.

The tall African man's eyes protruded, and the white eyeballs were bloodshot. The knife in his hand stabbed towards Gent's waist and abdomen. With John's scream of "be careful", the extremely sharp knife was gone. It stuck in, and made a hard cut sideways.

"Gint..." John was startled. As a soldier, he instinctively pulled out the wooden bin on his waist, and opened the wooden bin neatly at the man without any hesitation.

The bullet sank into the man's waist, John let out a sigh of relief, and was about to walk over to have a look.

His hand was suddenly pulled, and John was startled. He looked up and saw the mustache wearing a down jacket who was sitting by the window just now, and then took a closer look——

"Sherlock?!"

"Quiet." Sherlock grabbed him and looked out the window.

The next second, the door was pushed open, and the police officers headed by Lestrade rushed in, "Stop him! Search the kitchen!"

"Gint..." John hurriedly looked towards the ground, feeling very uncomfortable, "Sherlock, Gent..."

"What's wrong with me?" The voice came from behind. John was shocked, and immediately turned his head, seeing the man who had been stabbed just now appeared in front of him intact, with a familiar smile on his face. .

"You... are you okay?!" He froze.

Jin Tebi made a gotit gesture and grinned triumphantly, "Aren't my props very realistic! You didn't notice it the whole time!"

Sure enough, when John looked towards the ground, there was no trace of blood on the wound that was supposed to bleed, and the "person" on the ground seemed to be deflated and flattened instantly.

"Silicone and titanium alloy." Sherlock said coolly after glancing twice, and then wiped off his mustache, which made the corners of his mouth a little red.

Lestrade came over, patted John on the shoulder, and said to Sherlock, "The meat in the back kitchen is partly real beef, and the other part is... well, fresh human meat."

He curled his lips, "God, these people are so disgusting! Damn you didn't see the scene of the back kitchen, it's so dirty!"

Sherlock was about to go to the back to have a look, but before he took two steps, he heard a few "bang bang bang" gunshots.

Several people looked at each other and ran over quickly.

The whole kitchen was filled with a strong smell of blood. There were nearly eight people lying on the ground, including the cashier who had been glaring just now. Stare at the ceiling.

Cooperating with the dark kitchen and the minced meat on the chopping board, several young police officers who had just entered the industry immediately covered their mouths and almost spit it out.

Sherlock took a closer look at the corpse, "The one who was beaten by the police with the wooden warehouse was not an accomplice. They all resisted, and they were typical murderers."

"Murder to kill?! The police's wooden warehouse!?" Lestrade turned pale with shock, and immediately looked around, "Edward, where is Ruixi and Hans!!?"

A little policeman emerged from the line and stammered, "Detective, Ruixi and the others were knocked out, they are in the police station, just woke up..."

"What?! What... What the hell!" Lestrade's face turned black, "Someone has sneaked into the police force!"

Sherlock had finished the inspection at this time, and he glared impatiently at the noisy inspector, "You've disturbed my thinking, Jeff! - and, as I said, this is an obvious thing, oh, please Use your brains, kill and silence!"

"You mean...the power behind them?!" Lestrade was taken aback, not caring about being noisy by Sherlock.

"It is possible, and it may be the annexation of another group of forces." Sherlock raised one hand, and then tightly wrapped his fist with the other.

Gent slowly pinched the phone, eyes deep, and said calmly, "I think, you should look up 'Bozbic's Scissorhands' and 'Human Formalin'."

On the phone is the message just received, which was sent to him by Moran:

[Professor, I took the task without authorization, I am sorry to inform you, but the task failed, I cannot let you be slandered.Apparently, both Scissorhands and Solution know that they are at the end of their usefulness, they will know what they are going to do, you don't have to worry about it.Also, I found that I still can't compare with the professor. As a consultant, my ideas are not very effective. —by Miss the Loyal Subordinate of the Great Advisory Criminal. 】

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——… Tsk

—Hmph, scapegoat.