Chess and Goldfish

"I knew you'd be fine."

The short curly-haired young man leaned against the door, looking at the person standing there with a smile in the corner of his eyes.The man's hair was combed meticulously, the gold-rimmed glasses were on the bridge of his nose, which was just right, and the three-piece suit was well-trimmed. He looked like a very gentlemanly man.

"come in."

This was Gent's last night in Russia. They changed hotels, but they were still caught.

Sure enough, what should come will come, Jin Te sat in the corner indifferently, as quiet as a chicken.

The man looked at him, and the smile couldn't stop overflowing, "I left the things to you, if you can't guess with your IQ that I will come, I should be curious."

Gent pouted, "It makes sense."

"Come and see if I'm doing well? Or is it that the fact that you were killed by the bombing has been exposed?"

That gentleman, that is, Harry Hart pursed his lips and shook his head. Since he left the Kingsman organization, his expression has become more and more colorful, which is a good thing.

"Mr. Holmes has given me a new mission. Although we have always kept our lives safe, he saved my life." Harry paused. "As for the people who know that I am alive, you two are the only ones."

"Oh, thank you so much!"

Harry shook his head helplessly, "Don't speak in such a tone, making it look like a resentful woman. I just came to report my safety and bring you a message by the way—be careful of the King of Hearts."

Gent was surprised, "You know him? No, you know my relationship with him? How do you know he's going to deal with me?"

Harry waved his hand, "There are too many questions. I am the professor on your side. I know the bet between Mr. Holmes and you. So I am here to sell you a favor. Be careful with him. Also, about the Sun Project ..."

"You know this too?!!!!"

Damn Mycroft you mean and shameless villain!

Jin Te hated his teeth itching, and wanted to go back to London immediately to give him a punch to relieve his hatred.

The gentleman stared at Jin Te for a while, then nodded with a smile, "I know a little, not much, anyway, I'm here to help you."

Seeing that Gent didn't believe it, Harry shrugged, "It's true, forget it if you don't believe it. ——I brought you the words, I'm leaving, you take your time to rest, and have a smooth journey tomorrow."

Gent ignored him, raised his chin and let out a loud "hum" to express his dissatisfaction.

Harry chuckled, opened the hotel door and left.

#小胡子 always sells teammates what to do, wait online, urgent! #

Gent covered his forehead and groaned, closing his eyes and thinking quickly in his mind.

Harry was his own, he fully believed it, and though he'd never admitted it to Harry, it was the truth.

That's why Mycroft also thinks so, one more ally is more beneficial, and he is also a very reliable ally.

Can it be considered... a windfall?

It's so cool to do things with agents!

The former gangster clenched his fist, the expression on his face was completely eager to try.

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London in early February was still freezing.

The weather is fickle like a child's face, the sun is still out in the morning, and it rains at noon. It is very cold on the body, and it seems to be able to penetrate into your bones through the thick cotton coat.

Gent shivered as soon as he got out of the airport. It was all because the plane was too warm. He was used to the cold in Russia, but he couldn't adapt when he returned to London.

So Maozi are magical creatures, especially female Maozi. Thinking of Miss Stasievic's slender neck, Gent couldn't help shrinking into his cashmere scarf again.

After getting into the exclusive black taxi, Gent glanced at the driver, and said hello, "It's you again, and you don't change shifts? When you come, you will see me off."

The driver smiled naively, "If you don't work hard these days, you won't have enough to eat. Don't make fun of me, sir. How can people in our line of work have a shift break?"

Oh yes, you work for Mycroft.

That's pathetic, live on, man.

Glancing at him with pity, Gent silently turned his head and looked out the window.

Baker Street is still the same as before, the fruit stand downstairs is open, the bakery is also open, coffee drinkers, dog walkers, oh, and grocery buyers.

Gent looked bored, and after paying the fare, he first went to his room to catch a little jet lag, and after waking up, he went to the next door to 221B to find someone.

Since John and Mary got married, John has rarely come here. According to him, although he is also regarded as Sherlock's assistant, but now that Gent is here, he can take care of everything, so John is at ease .

But in Gent's view, this guy may be full of sympathy and want to create opportunities for him and Sherlock, but no matter what the possibility is, Sherlock should be alone in the room now.

"Mrs. Hudson, are you there?"

He knocked on the door and looked up at the window. The curtains were drawn, and there was no movement at all, and it was quiet inside the door.

Gent frowned, turned around and glanced at the people on the street—they were nothing unusual.

Very well, it seems that Sherlock should be fine.

"Oh! Here we come!" The door squeaked open, and Mrs. Hudson's head appeared from behind the door. She looked at the little curly hair outside in surprise, and immediately opened the door to let someone hug her. into his arms.

"Gint! I miss you so much!!"

Gent: "..."

"Ha, Mrs. Hudson, please relax a little bit."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I miss you so much, I'm so happy to see you!" Mrs. Hudson let go of her hand immediately, and said happily to Gent, "Come in, I'll bake you muffins."

Following Mrs. Hudson upstairs, Gent pursed his lips and smiled, a dimple appeared on his cheek, "Thank you so much, my wife."

"It's just you making me happy!" Mrs. Hudson was very happy. She let Gent sit down and do whatever she wanted. She took out the coffee she bought two days ago, and then went to bake muffins for her. He ate.

Jin Te didn't stop, and watched her busy with a smile.

Elderly people are more or less lonely, and they have to leave something to think about and do something to let them know that they are needed and that the family can always give something.

So, whenever Sherlock and John said a cup of tea to her, Mrs. Hudson, although complaining that she was not their housekeeper, was happy in her heart.

There was a trace of tenderness in Jinte's eyes. Although he was not a good person, he always subconsciously softened his heart when facing the elderly and children.

Perhaps, it was because the orphanage gave him good memories.

"Come on, I've been waiting for Gent!" Mrs. Hudson excitedly brought up the baked muffins, and Gent noticed that she didn't know when she went to touch up her makeup.

Gent rolled his eyes, "Ma'am, look what this is." He stretched out his hand, scratched behind Mrs. Hudson's ear, and spread it out in front of her, with a lipstick lying in his palm.

"It suits you well, ma'am."

"Oh! Gent——" Mrs. Hudson was very moved, she looked at the person in front of her lovingly, "You are such a sweetheart, have you put honey on your mouth? What you say always makes me so comfortable, It's not like that Sherlock at all! It scares me all day long! John was originally a steady kid, but you see, he's only been with Sherlock for a few months now! He's starting to learn bad things too!"

Gent shook his head and didn't answer.

"What kind of sauce is this?"

Mrs. Hudson was immediately distracted, and she pointed to the three-color plate enthusiastically, "Cream, chocolate, and maple syrup, try it!"

Jin Te nodded with a smile, and cut open the baked golden muffin, which was crispy and soft, dipped in chocolate sauce and eaten into the stomach, it was warm, and the fruit-acid coffee relieved the sweetness, it was a perfect match.

He gave Mrs. Hudson a thumbs up, and she smiled even wider.

"Where is Sherlock, ma'am?"

Mrs. Hudson frowned, "Who knows! I haven't seen him every day recently. It's been two days, and he hasn't appeared!"

Jin Te was taken aback, his expression was not very good, "How could he not be here for two days?!"

Mrs. Hudson thought he was worried, and immediately patted him on the shoulder, "Good boy, don't worry about him! That man Sherlock doesn't remember anything once he investigates the case! It's normal not to come occasionally, Once again he and John were living away for four or five days!"

"Is John here this time?"

Mrs. Hudson frowned, "Hiss, I don't seem to be here... Sherlock went to this case alone, right? John called him yesterday."

Seeing that Gent didn't speak, Mrs. Hudson was a little embarrassed, thinking that she was talking too much that made Gent so uncomfortable, "Gint, don't worry too much, Sherlock has a sense of propriety, he will soon came back."

Jin Te nodded, "I know, you can go to rest, madam, the muffins are delicious, thank you for your hospitality."

"Oh, as long as you like it, then you can play here, and I will pack up."

As soon as Mrs. Hudson left, Gent's expression became cold. He stood up and walked to the window. The window was closed and the curtains were drawn tightly. The fragrance was strong, but before that, Gent's nose had been attracted by a strange smell.

He lay down on the ground and looked for it. Sure enough, there was a shoe under the sofa.

Jin Te took out the shoe, which was a leather shoe. He stared at it for two seconds, then reached in decisively, and took out a few strands of hemp.

OK, it looks like he guessed right.

The Stasievich drug smuggling case was still known to Sherlock.

But there was one thing Gent really couldn't figure out.

Sherlock is a person who pursues the unknown and novelty. This case is already clear. The smuggler is Ilya Fotolyak Staseyevich. So what else attracts him?

Wouldn't it be over for Lestrade to check the drugs?Why should he intervene?

Could it be an addiction? !

Thinking of this possibility, Gent's expression changed. He quickly got up from the sofa, took his coat and went out, greeted Mrs. Hudson in a hurry, and then stopped the taxi to go pier.

If I guess correctly, Sherlock must be in the poor area on the other side of the pier.

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--what do you like?

—Smoking and drinking burns the head.

The author has something to say: Recently... I don’t feel good QAQ

The more I write, the more I want to open new holes_(:зゝ∠)_

It seems that in the next year I will write short stories just around the corner【Wang Tian】

Intermittent updating of long stories will only drain enthusiasm QAQ

I'm about to cry, QAQ

Thank you Xiaofeng's father for feeding, happy to go around~

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