Chess and Goldfish

Gent's guess was right, Magnussen wanted nothing more than money.

He sought a long-term cooperation with Gent. After all, Professor Moriarty's identity is there. He can't be greedy and ask for the "universal key". The next best thing is to ask for money directly. .

Magnussen said that he didn't have any special purpose in committing crimes, just asking for money. He was a businessman, and a businessman only did things that could make a profit.

This also explains why the password related to the "Sun Project" has not been sold to others - Magnussen has no idea what it is, and cannot measure its value, so he can only shelve it in his hands.

"Deal." Jin Te casually clasped his fingers, "What can you give me?"

Magnussen pushed his glasses, his eyes flashed, "Professor was joking, I know you are very interested in the 'sun' code in my hand, how about exchanging this with you?"

He is not stupid, he can see that Moriarty is very interested in this item, so it proves that the value of this item is beyond his estimate, if he does not use this opportunity to blackmail a sum, he will not be able to be The leader of the scam industry.

If he wanted to know the secret of the "sun" cipher, he only needed to control Mycroft, but that was very troublesome, how could it be more fun to confront the professor?

Jin Te pretended to be reserved and thought about it, "That's the only way?"

Magnussen's smile remained unchanged, "The professor is a shrewd person, so he naturally knows the value of this thing, so I don't need to say more."

Jin Te secretly scolded the old fox, but his face did not show the slightest, "So?"

"So, the professor still needs to show his sincerity first..."

this old guy...

Gent was furious. It was obvious that he couldn't stand the temptation and wanted the Bank of Scotland's vault, so he asked himself to do the transaction. After knowing the value of the "Sun Project" password, he immediately put on a look of "Oh, it's cheap for you!" I'm so lost." The expression really makes one's hands itch, and one wants to punch him.

Sure enough, he is a criminal who has been immersed in the fraud industry for many years, a man who is only interested in profit!

"Why?" Jin Te hooked his lips.

He didn't dare to promise him the Bank of Scotland easily. This was not something he could decide. If Mycroft found out, he would have to take his skin off, and it would be clear if he agreed!You made a mistake again!

Feeling aggrieved in his heart, Jin Te didn't show his face, stood up and glanced at him inscrutablely, "In this case, it seems that I made another trip in vain, I'm really sad..."

Putting aside a half-truth and half-false sentence, Gent turned around and left, not giving Magnussen a chance to stay.

If he didn't guess wrong, this person will make a move soon.

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Given that Gint had a unilateral cold war with Sherlock, and the other party's affairs were reported through Mycroft's eyeliner. By the way, since he decided to be a good citizen, the first thing he did was to withdraw. Lost the eyeliner Moran had placed beside Mycroft.

The fat man sneered at this, saying that Gent's methods were so naive and he didn't know how he could become a consulting criminal before.

Gent was not affected at all, shrugging innocently, how did he know that the one who became famous was not him.

Therefore, when someone told him that Mary was missing, Gent was a little taken aback, "Which Mary? John's wife?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he couldn't help but frowned, and his disgust towards Magnussen rose to another level.

Mary's weakness is John, John's weakness is Mary, Sherlock's weakness is John, and both Gent and Mycroft's weakness are Sherlock.

This is an imperfect chain that cannot be closed, which means that one end must be in the hands of others.

The most disgusting scammers are able to easily attract people when they see this perfect suppression point.

Sherlock and Gent said that Mary has an unknown past, maybe a killer, maybe an agent, in short, they are all existences that cannot be exposed to the sun, so she especially does not want her dark past to be known, especially It's her husband John.

Both Gent and Sherlock remained silent about this, and Mycroft ran to tell John about it in a calm manner. Mary cared about John, since she threw the USB flash drive with her identity You can find out in the fireplace.

It is rare for Sherlock not to seek the truth as his goal, but to choose to maintain his friend's marriage. Gent expressed his relief that the child has grown up.

UK, Arpoador.

A well-dressed man in a suit came out slowly. John gritted his back teeth and stood beside Sherlock. The curly-haired detective looked at him expressionlessly.

"Good day, my gentlemen."

John couldn't hold his breath for the first time, "Where is Mary?!"

"Oh, don't worry about Dr. Watson." Magnussen glanced at him and smiled kindly. "I'm surprised and relieved that you can find this place."

Seeing that John wanted to say something, Magnussen stretched out his hand and pressed down, "Don't worry, sir, guess why I invited Mrs. Watson here as a guest?"

Sherlock snorted mockingly, "Used to threaten."

"Papa papa" applause sounded, and Magnussen looked at Sherlock with a smile, "Correct answer, but unfortunately there is no reward. ——I control Mrs. Watson, and I control Mycroft."

"You have mastered state secrets." Sherlock said firmly.

"And Professor Moriarty." The man smiled with disdain and sarcasm on his face, "Who would have thought that Mr. Napoleon's weakness in the criminal world would be you, Mr. Holmes?"

John was dumbfounded. After a while, he slapped Sherlock's arm, "Xia, Sherlock, what does he mean? Moriarty...is the Moriarty I know?!"

Sherlock was also a little stunned. The electronic voice that appeared on the Internet, and the person who didn't even show his back, actually had a connection with this person?

He withdrew his divergent thinking, "Where is the secret room?!"

"The chamber of secrets?" Magnussen smiled playfully. "There has never been a chamber of secrets." He pointed his finger at his brain. "The chamber of secrets I am most satisfied with is here, my memory."

As soon as the words fell, a smile appeared in Sherlock's eyes, and the next second, he pulled John back quickly.

A group of security guards rushed in and started fighting with Sherlock and the others. A group of people wrestled together. Magnussen smiled when he saw this, then took a few steps back and left.

Sherlock glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and immediately sped up his movements, knocking out a few security guards, trying to follow up, but John continued to fight on the spot.

Following Magnussen's footsteps, Sherlock walked into the room, the man sat on a chair and looked at him, and when he saw him, the smile on his mouth grew wider, "You are so brave, you actually went with Come up."

"You sent me here." Sherlock sneered.

"Since you've come, I can't let you go back empty-handed, can I?" The man stroked his beard, looked back twice, the curtain moved, and a woman walked out from behind.

Sherlock stared at her, "... Mrs. Watson."

"Where's John? Did you come with me?"

Sherlock glanced at the gun in her hand, it was already loaded, "John is downstairs."

Mary breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Sherlock's eyes with a little sternness, "You shouldn't be here."

Sherlock tilted his head, "Then where should I go? Mrs. Watson, how is your marksmanship?"

"Do you want to try?"

"I don't want to try, but I want you to show me."

After Sherlock finished speaking, he looked over Mary's figure and looked at Magnussen. He either praised or commented, "The background music is good, and true love lasts forever? This really fits the occasion."

After speaking, he looked at Mary again, "Are you really going to shoot?"

Mary curled her lips and shrugged, "Sherlock, you can't go any further, or I will really kill you."

"No no no, you wouldn't do that."

"Then you can try."

Sherlock stared at her subtle movements, his pupils shrank sharply, and he said quickly, "Will your gun shoot me? There are many possibilities. If you shoot, it's good. Maybe the gun will hit me. Yes, I was killed in an instant. If not, it means that the penetration of this gun is not very good, or it hit my bone, but did not penetrate my heart? Look where you aimed, my lungs, oh , Mrs. Watson, you must fail the biology test, you won’t die here, or you can’t die instantly, it will only increase the danger to your life.”

"Bang——" the woman fired.

There was a roar in Sherlock's ears, so close that the gunfire was too loud and his head was blinded.

But a few seconds passed, and there seemed to be something wrong with the body's pain-sensing nerves, and he couldn't feel the pain and the feeling of the bullet penetrating his flesh.

Morphine overdose?Or drug paralysis?

"Why don't you think about a possibility?"

The man's faint voice rang in his ears.

Sherlock suddenly changed his face, "Gint?!!!"

The visitor sighed, "You're really slow, did you just realize that I'm here?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and stared closely at this person who shouldn't be here. He glanced suspiciously at Magnussen who didn't move at all, and Mary who was surprised.

"What else is possible?" Sherlock asked.

Gent glanced at him and shook his head, "What's more, the bullet won't hit you at all."

After finishing speaking, Little Curly raised his right arm that was scratched by shrapnel, "Because it hit me."

At that moment, he and Sherlock switched positions, comparing speed, no one can compare with a magician, because he is a man who can deceive the eyes of hundreds of millions of people in the world.

"Mrs. Watson, since you have a small life, you have to be responsible for him. If you really hit Sherlock, do you think you can afford the consequences?"

The woman over there changed her face. She stared at Jin Te for a long time before she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, put down her gun, and nodded at him, "I hope you won't let me down."

As she spoke, she turned her head cautiously to look at Mr. Charles Augustus Magnuson, but was surprised to find that the man had no reaction at all.

"What's going on?" Mary was startled.

Jinte smiled mysteriously, winked at her, and then turned up the volume of the player he brought, and the melodious melody of true love eternal came out.

Sherlock gritted his teeth, "... When did you hypnotize him?"

"From the beginning."

Gent walked over and stuffed a gun into Magnussen's hand, then moved to his ear, snapped his fingers, and said in a unique tone, "Now, aim for your kidney and shoot, Charles. "

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— Ask for praise!I crippled his waist!

—Do you need me to commend you for your shamelessness?

The author has something to say: I don’t understand why Jinte is always obsessed with the waist_(:зゝ∠)_

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