Chess and Goldfish

Thames River Pier.

Bustling with people, carts and vendors, there is a vast expanse of water under the misty sky.There are several ships parked by the pier in London. The containers inside the pier are stacked several meters high, and the red, yellow, blue and green boxes contain different goods.

The outside of the pier is a residential area, it should be said that it is a slum area. The style of the houses is very old. It seems that it has not been renovated for a long time. The iron guardrails are rusty, and the paint on the roof has faded to a gray primary color. , like a giant mouse.

People hurried past with their heads bowed in overcoats, and almost no one could stop to admire the scenery of the Thames-they were busy with their livelihoods.

And this is also the best place for criminals to hide.

There are many people with mixed eyes, and it is not easy to be exposed.

Gent has been here, no, it should be said that Jim has been here, he has not only been here, but also a regular visitor.

So he easily found the small underground air-raid shelter.

Sure enough, there was a dark curly guy leaning in the corner, his face smeared with ashes, he looked like an ordinary junkie, but that was just a look.

If you look closely, men's eyes are different.

Those gray-green eyes hide the whole universe. A drug addict will never have such transparent and bright eyes. Even though his face is indifferent and numb, his sharp eyes are observing everyone who comes and goes. often people.

Therefore, Gent saw him at a glance.

Perhaps, he prefers to find the word.

Sherlock also saw Gent, and he was not surprised that he would appear here. Even if he didn't return to Baker Street, he still had 32 ways to know the situation there.

And—the number of people Mycroft sent to his side has increased, which means that the group of people who followed Gent abroad have returned.

As for why go abroad?No kidding, Gent can be found anywhere in Sherlock, England.

As for what country?

Sherlock said that he was here to track down the whereabouts of drugs, which means that he has already seen through everything.

Ilya Vitoriak Stasievich.

A typical Russian name, he doesn't need too much explanation.

The only thing that makes Sherlock unhappy is that drugs have more or less hallucinogenic effects.

Unfortunately, he overdosed because he was experimenting with various drugs.

Although his performance was no different from ordinary people, Gent still found something wrong with him.

"Sherlock?" He looked at the people around him. The corner of the man's mouth was pursed, his eyes were fixed on the ground, as if he was dominated by something.

This is too inconsistent with other people's settings.

Just as Gent was debating whether to tell Mycroft about the man's overdose, his arm was suddenly grabbed tightly.

Gent:! !

Sherlock's broad palm pressed on Jinte's shoulder, his fingers tightened, and his fingertips were clasped in the hand of his shoulder. The force was so frightening that Jinte suffered pain.

But the man seemed to have not seen it, still clasped his shoulders tightly, his lips were pursed white, and he moved his gaze down inch by inch, and put it on Jinte's body.

She stared at him silently, as if seeing this person for the first time.

Jin Te was frightened by his eyes, the strangeness and suspicion in them were too strong, which made his heart skip a beat.

In the next second, he was pulled into his arms by Sherlock.

His hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his head, pinching Gent's slender neck in his hands, as if looking for the weakest tendon so that he could break it.

Gent had no doubts that he would do so.

Stiffly resting his chin on Sherlock's shoulder, he could feel that hand constantly stroking his most vulnerable place, which made the hair stand on end.

Looking over Sherlock's shoulders at the people behind him, no one paid attention to them, all of them had numbness and indifference on their faces, and their empty expressions made one wonder if they were really alive.

See, that's the junkie.

They are even scarier when they are drug addicts.

After waiting for a long time before Sherlock made a move, Gent's thoughts gradually began to wander. He was thinking about what to eat tonight. He ate a lot of baguette and mutton in Russia. Now he desperately needs junk food to replenish his energy. .

What?fish and chips?

No no no, he refuses.This stuff kills.

Suddenly, the back of the neck tightened, pulling Gent's thoughts back immediately.

Sherlock's expression was unclear, and Gent didn't know if he was complaining about his distraction, and just about to say something, he was caught off guard by the sudden kiss.

Gent opened his eyes blankly, feeling Sherlock's warm breath hitting his face, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, those gray-green eyes were like a clear lake, shining green.

He didn't quite understand what this meant, and wanted to break free from the man's control, but the hand moved to his neck, and the fingertips pressed against his aorta, and Gent only felt more rigid.

This kiss is really boring.

Oh, that's not true.

This kiss is a kiss mixed with the smell of tobacco, marijuana, and even saliva.

I don't know if this guy has brushed his teeth.

Gent had fun in his bitterness and gave Mycroft's man a wink. It was Rosie. After following him for a few days, he could be regarded as someone who had a preliminary understanding of Gent's thinking. Sherlock.

After being freed, Gent immediately took two steps back and took a few deep breaths to calm down the churning emotions in his heart.

"Give it to me." He reached out to Rosie, beckoning him to hand Sherlock to him.

Rosie supported Sherlock, endured it, but couldn't hold back, "Sir, you are too short, you will be crushed!"

Gent: "......????"

Roll, roll, roll, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!

He glared at him viciously, "It's troublesome! You should think about how to explain the photo to me, and how much compensation will be paid for infringing on the right of portrait? Does Mycroft care about you?"

Rossi shut up immediately, made a zipper gesture, and then threw Sherlock to Gent.

Gent: "..."

What Rossi said is right, this person... obviously doesn't have a few catties of meat, why is he so dead!

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Sherlock felt like he had a long dream.

There was him in the dream, and John, and the fat man, and Irene Adler, and even Lestrade, but there was no Gent.

He saw a man who was very similar to Gent. He was good at manipulating people's hearts and loved all kinds of games. He was also a genius, just like Sherlock himself was a consulting detective, and that man was a consulting criminal.

They have gone through dozens of cases together, bright and dark.

From beginning to end, there was no such person as Gent.

They dueled on the roof of the Barts Medical School.

It was Moriarty who died.

The dream just woke up.

He just felt that his breath was full of that smell of London, bread?fallen leaves?Snow White?neither.

It's the smell of blood.

Sherlock opened his eyes abruptly, jumped up from the sofa, took two breaths, and then slowly looked around.

It is 221B Baker Street.

Then, he met Gent's eyes, caramel-colored eyes, very gentle eyes, eyes different from Moriarty's, there was no madness or paranoia in them, only a touch of pride and unspeakable things.

Sherlock has never studied literature, and he feels that those things are a waste of life.

But now, he actually regrets it a little, because he has no words to describe Jinte, the strange emotion and smell in his eyes.

He didn't even know what the dream meant.

Science told him that the dreams were a hypothetical deduction of daytime accidents.

He cannot accept pseudoscience.

So, what is the appearance of Gent?

Or he put it backwards, what is Moriarty in the dream?

Sherlock was a little excited, because he had one more thing to think about. The unknown is art, and the unknown drives people's endless thirst for knowledge.

He looked at Gent and moved his gaze down a bit.

"You're bleeding."

Gent was taken aback, and reached out to touch his lips.

The veins on his head twitched, and he twitched the corner of his mouth, "Who is to blame? Are you Sherlock, a dog? Oh sorry, maybe a horse."

Sherlock didn't accept the joke that he was too cold, but just gave him a slightly sarcastic look, then turned over and walked off the sofa, and went to the door.

"Where are you going again?!" Gent was surprised, "You just woke up!"

"pier."

Gent: "..."

All right, go, I won't stop you.

But I follow you ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Following the crime-solving maniac into the taxi, Sherlock told him that he had been solving drug-smuggling cases for the past few days, and had investigated three drug dens, all of which could find traces of transactions.

Gent frowned, "Does Mycroft ignore you?"

Sherlock was at a loss for words, he didn't expect this person's problem in the end to be this.

"Hmph, he's probably still worrying about the back molars. Who knows if the dentist has given him a surprise attack. Anyway, your affairs have been almost resolved recently, right? Then since the code has been deciphered by someone, there should be no problem. "

Gent was not surprised that Sherlock knew what he was busy with, but as long as he didn't know about the agreement between himself and Mycroft, it was fine, so he simply nodded to indicate that he knew, and then looked out of the window silently .

Sherlock closed his eyes, and compared Gint's appearance with Moriarty's appearance over and over again in his thinking palace. He had never thought about the same thing so many times before.

Gent should be proud.

Arriving at the pier again, Gent followed Sherlock out of the car, and then followed him to several strongholds hiding drugs, which were already empty.

Gent turned to look at him.

Sherlock doesn't keep secrets either. Recently, he has spoken less and less frequently about Gent. Gent doesn't know it, but others, such as Lestrade, can see it clearly.

He knows everything, but he doesn't say anything, hiding his merit and fame.

"It has been transferred a long time ago. The place where you found me is the third stronghold, and this is the second one." Sherlock walked to the corner and rummaged through the messy boxes.

Beside the table were bags of syringes, and a pile of homemade drug supplies, and a few pieces of beer on the floor.

Jin Te frowned, "What are you looking for here?"

Sherlock didn't look up, "Evidence."

evidence?

Everyone ran away, looking for evidence of fart!

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——What did you think of?Was he possessed by a ghost at that time!

—…I think too much about you.

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