Chess and Goldfish

Diogenes Club.

Jin Te looked at the interior decoration curiously. The walls were filled with bookshelves, and the bookshelves were full of books. Some elderly people sank into the sofa, holding books to read, and the table was still steaming. Coffee and black tea, quiet only the sound of flipping books can be heard.

He knew Fatty wouldn't let him join MI[-].

The sound insulation in the room is so good that no one can question it. The tall man has a calm gaze. He is sitting in a soft armchair with a black umbrella leaning against the desk. There are some documents and books scattered slightly on the desk. But it's not messy. If you look carefully, you can find some patterns in it.

The table lamp is a warm orange, and even in the daytime, the club gives people a quiet feeling.

The man is wearing a three-piece suit with a high hairline. He doesn't look fat, maybe it's the effect of losing weight. Gent squinted his eyes. He's not as thin as Sherlock, and he's been sitting in the office for too long. , making him less aggressive.

But Gent knew that Mycroft was never easy to get along with.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moriarty."

Gent tilted his head, found an armchair and sat down consciously, "Good afternoon, Mr. Holmes."

"Although it's the first time we met, I have to say that you are indeed a professor." Mycroft reconciled the pen, clasped fingers together, and looked far away, "You know me, so you don't need to introduce yourself. "

Gent tapped on the armrest of the chair, "Should I say thank you for your appreciation? I've heard of Holmes' name. I'm just a little university professor. I'm really flattered to be said so by my husband."

The two of them didn't give an inch, their smiles turned pale.

Mycroft paused, not sure what the other party wanted to do. From the moment Jim Moriarty stepped into London from the United States, he activated the highest level of surveillance—although this surveillance was in Moriarty Riarty seemed almost exposed, but he didn't stop him, Mycroft thought, still conservatively probing.

"No, no, the professor is humble. As the last government official, I can't afford to be 'flattered' by you." Having said that, his tone was still calm. Obviously, he didn't think Gent could be here. threaten yourself.

Thinking of the "Professor"'s reputation in London a few years ago, and the dark underground forces he couldn't touch, Mycroft felt his teeth ache.

Jim Moriarty is a legend.

A few years ago, when Mycroft was really a "little clerk" in the government, he had heard of the name "Professor", Moriarty.Watching him participate in one crime after another in London has made people in the political and business circles feel uneasy. Whether it is murder, bombing, theft, drug trafficking, or even international crises, there is a shadow of this man.

Just when Mycroft walked to his current seat, this mysterious man suddenly disappeared.

London had fallen into an eerie calm, and there was still crime, but he could tell it wasn't Moriarty's work.

And three years later, Moriarty automatically appeared in London, and Mycroft had to be vigilant. This person could never let him relax.

Listening to Mycroft's tentative words, Gent stared at him for a moment, then laughed, "Anthea is beautiful."

Mycroft paused, "Yes, of course."

"Sherlock is pretty too."

Mycroft's expression remained unchanged, but Gint still noticed his sudden constriction of pupils, and he was very happy. Sure enough, the men in his memory were so interesting—although it was not his memory.

"Honey, be honest."

"Then, tell me about your request." The man's expression was a little tense, he didn't hear the warning from the secretary, that is to say, there is indeed only Moriarty here, there is no sniper or his people— This is very abnormal.

Jin Te looked at the vigilant look of the man with a smile, shrugged his shoulders, and said sweetly, "I'm an acting lover, you have to know, I'm good at these."

【Magic, Show, Explosion, Crime, and Disguise】

"London is a beautiful place, especially during New Year's Eve." Gent rubbed his curly hair, "Hey, are you really not going to give me a cup of tea? According to British etiquette?"

Mycroft smiled—although there was no smile in his eyes. "I thought you were British, or did America have a transformative charm? Hmm, extraordinary?"

Gent shrugged indifferently, he is not afraid of being discovered, as long as he can find out - great magicians are never afraid of being revealed.

"I need a stage, dear." He stretched out his hand, making an exaggerated gesture of "big". "Huge, perfect, and my heart's content, the stage."

"—for your main business?" Crime?

"Side job." Magic, I'm not that extreme.

"If I don't agree?" Mycroft was silent for a while, and said in a low voice.

Gent wanted to say that you have no choice, but he hesitated for a while. Although he had dealt with people from the FBI and the CIA for a long time, he always felt that the United Kingdom and the United States were different. At least none of them represented the "British government" Big Sherlock Holmes is here. "Recently, you are chasing the 'Sun Project'?"

Mycroft finally changed his face, he gritted his teeth, Gent swore he saw the man's betel nut horn, he had no intention of provoking it at all!Jinte rolled his eyes guiltily.

In his world, Mycroft is a gloomy fat man, and Sherlock is a lonely genius. Gent likes the American drama "Basic Deduction", and the BBC has heard of it. By the way , he also met Mr. Cumberbatch when he performed.

"trade."

Gent breathed a sigh of relief, without revealing anything on his face, "Of course, I always keep my word. I will lend you my network and your London."

Mycroft's mouth twitched. "She used to be yours." In a sense.

Gent raised his eyebrows at him, "London is so charming, no one doesn't love her."

Big Sherlock Holmes was disgusted by Moriarty and moved his eyeballs, "No motive."

"There are only means."

He nodded, "Not directly involved."

Gent continued, "It's always been indirect help."

Mycroft was still frowning.

Jin Te pretended to sigh, "Honey, I'm a counselor, just a counselor. When did you see me do anything?" Fuck, he picked a man from the fbi squad

"...you are moving to Baker Street."

"There is your highest surveillance there." Jin Te snapped his fingers, "I took the initiative to send myself to your eyeliner."

Mycroft snorted lightly, "You have nothing to worry about."

"I just like thrills." He shrugged.

When leaving the club, Gent looked back at the man who had kept one movement all the time, "Do you need me to perform Dr. Watson's unfinished duties? I only want half of his price, and you have made a lot of money."

Mycroft puffed his cheeks and smirked, "Thank you so much."

Jin Te blinked his left eye, "Cooperation and mutual benefit, I am a qualified hunter."

"See you next time, Professor Moriarty."

Gent snorted twice and stuffed a piece of gum into his mouth, "You're so cute, baby."

Watching the brown-black curly hair leave, Mycroft gritted his teeth, and the nerves of his teeth began to throb and hurt again.

Miss Secretary walked into the room in a suit and handed the document to the man.

"Your dentist is here, sir."

Mycroft: "...keep him waiting."

The secretary hesitated for a moment and said:

"...You shouldn't have agreed to this deal."

"Looks like I'm going to lose?"

--how is this possible.

# # #

"Sweetheart?" Watson was dumbfounded. How would Sherlock react?By the way, he's taking back his assessment of Gent as a "normal guy."

Sherlock didn't respond to this, and stared straight at Gent, "How much did he give you?"

Watson interrupted, "Wait, Gent, you promised Mycroft?"

"He's not like you, John." Sherlock stared at Gent with burning eyes.

"Not as much as John." Gent shrugged.

Gent glanced at Watson, "Your half, doctor. Mycroft is too stingy, you should cherish the cohabitation life with Sherlock, I know his bank card is with you. "

"Errrr, Gent, don't misunderstand us..." Watson waved his hands awkwardly, and he heard something strange.

Sherlock still had a dead face, Watson said bravely, "We have nothing to do with each other, we live together, heck, it's just a co-rent." He said he was married to his job!Watson couldn't help explaining in his heart, but he didn't want to destroy Sherlock's impression in Gent's heart.

Gent pursed his lips and smiled, looking at the cleaned dishes on the table, "I know, John, you really care about me."

"More than that." Sherlock and Watson were obviously not on the same channel. He rubbed his hands together, pressed his chin together, his gray-blue eyes were shining, "You threatened him? He threatened you? A deal? "

Gent swallowed, he did feel the horror of Holmes, but little Gent was never afraid, "The issue of temporary residence permits for black households, Mike is a very good man!"

He showed his white teeth and gave a thumbs up.

Sherlock looked away numbly, and drank the coffee in the cup in one gulp.

"Let's go."

The three are side by side, Sherlock is in the middle, Gent is on the right, and Watson is on the left. The arrangement of the horst looks a bit funny.

Sherlock originally planned to take a taxi back to Baker Street, but Watson suggested that he take a walk. The night view of London is beautiful, and I am afraid that Gent has not seen it much.

"Please, John." Gent smiled shyly. In the dark night, his eyes were as bright as obsidian.

"Wait." Sherlock stopped, raised his head vigilantly, and looked towards the corner on the left.

"What's wrong?" John froze.

Gent followed and stopped, the smile on his face retracted, and he frowned, "Honey, I have to say, you should be called 'Walking Death'."

At the corner of the intersection ahead, lay a dead body.

——*——*—*——*——*——

——You are not a chip, you are a trophy.

——Are you not afraid of losing the deal with that person?