Chess and Goldfish

It doesn't matter if the person runs away, as long as the evidence is there.

"Didn't you find it?"

——Here we come, Sherlock's classic opening remarks.

"Why are there beer bottles here, in boxes?" He pointed to the beer on the ground.

Jin Te frowned, he knew something was wrong, the beer here was actually bottled in glass, compared with cans, glass bottles are obviously more expensive, and addicts should not buy such expensive beer, if it is just for entertainment .

They'll save their money to buy drugs, that's what they live on.

"So?" Gent had an "I'm waiting for you to explain" expression.

Sherlock hooked the corner of his mouth, his eyes were green, "Did you see it! The foam in the box!"

"Those plastics?" Gent was stunned for a moment, and leaned over to look.

The boxes for the glass beer bottles were made of foam and white.

Jin Te's face changed, and he stretched out his hand to touch the white foam. Once he touched it, he knew something was wrong. How could this feel like plastic foam!This is clearly the feel of compressed granular powder!

Seeing this, Sherlock nodded in satisfaction, not too stupid.

Under Jinte's watchful eye, he easily broke off a piece of "foam", and then rubbed it lightly, and the foam piece turned into powder in his hands.

Sherlock stuck out his tongue and licked it, "Diacetylmorphine from Heroine No. [-]."

"Sherlock!" Gent yelled.

"You can't try."

Knowing what Gent meant, but Sherlock didn't stop, he quickly ran to the next room, just like he did just now, broke off a piece of white foam, crushed it in his hands, and tasted it.

"the same."

Gent pulled him over, "It's ok, don't try this way, I've already found Lestrade."

Sherlock curled his lips. Although he didn't say anything, he followed Gent obediently, and said, "What's the use of calling you Lestrade? It's up to the fat man."

Jinte: "Don't worry about your brother, his hairline recedes too much and you will suffer."

"God, do you know what you're talking about? Never mind!"

Gent said, "What if someone recognizes him as your father?"

Sherlock: "..."

Maybe at this time, someone will talk to them about what is the name of dad's dad.

But obviously, the humor of the two people present is not enough.

"Okay, detective, you can restrain your desire to explore a little bit." Gent walked out of the room with Sherlock side by side. He said that he had informed Lestrade, but how could Mycroft not know about it.

Besides, he didn't think Scotland Yard could handle the matter.

Sherlock's speculation has always been impossible to make mistakes, and Ilya Stasievich's secret drug trafficking to the UK has been implemented.

It stands to reason that such things as drug trafficking have long been seen in the underworld, but this is the first time that a politician has been involved in it, and Mycroft should have a headache for this.

Because it is an international case and involves multiple countries, this case cannot be easily classified.

Jin Te didn't know how the people above negotiated, but he knew that the Sun Project and the previous convictions could not be easily forgiven, and he could roughly guess how it would be resolved.

Just as Gent estimated, this case was pushed out by the Russian side.

He didn't understand why these recent cases always involve many forces, and a lot of people are forced to suffer unwarranted disasters.

Do they think it's easy to be a blame man!

On the British side, the person negotiating with Stasievich was the subordinate of Foreign Minister Tony Nikoff.

Partisan issues are always sensitive, and this time Sherlock learned the lesson, and he directly threw the case to Mycroft, never asking any more questions.

Big Mr. Holmes has a headache, he is panicked when his younger brother is suddenly so good...

Simply, God will not let him be good for too long.

There is never a shortage of secrets around the Holmes family.

Because, Gent disappeared.

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It happened suddenly.

Gent has always been erratic, and few people knew what he was doing, but Mycroft arranged some people by his side and raised his surveillance level by the way.

Gent naturally knew about being monitored, so he was always conniving with Mycroft's eyeliner, and even showed some behaviors that endangered society, so that these people would have something to report.

Behold, is there a kinder Watcher than he?

It was because he knew everything that he was so caught off guard when he was really kidnapped.

Mycroft's watchers didn't get any news, and they didn't know if there was something wrong with the surveillance methods or the other party was too cunning.

They guarded Jinte's room for two days, but the man inside remained silent.

Rossi was the first to find out that something was wrong. No matter how hard Gent stayed at home, it was impossible for him to make no sound or do anything.Because the curtains in that room were never opened, and Gent never did this. Because he knew he was being watched, he would always reveal part of the information to the watchers. When he met such a cooperative watcher, Rossi smiled wryly. .

So, Rossi had to bite the bullet and knock on the door of Gent's house.

He doesn't need to pretend to be a water meter checker, Gent's cross-dressing skills are much better than Rossi's, if Gent is at home, he doesn't need to do anything at all, because it will definitely be recognized, and it will entertain the public by the way, Was laughed at by Gent.If Gent isn't home, there's even less need for him to pretend, because no one cares if you're a suspicious watcher, except the watchee.

People's hearts are too indifferent.

Rossi knocked on the door, but nothing happened inside.

He waited for a few more minutes, and knocked on the door again, but there was still no movement inside, neither voices nor footsteps.

Only then did Rossi's face change. He glanced back, and immediately two or three people appeared beside him, and then they picked the door lock of 222B Baker Street.

It is impossible not to disturb the detective with such a big movement, so Rossi has no intention of hiding it from the other party.

Sure enough, the window in the upper right corner moved.

Rosie was sweating profusely, and regardless of what Sherlock would think, he kicked the door open.

If Jinte is here, he will definitely be unhappy. Anyone who sees their door being destroyed by violence will be unhappy, right?

The curly-haired detective appeared, but he was very quiet.

Rossi glanced at him, but the other party did not explain to him, nor did he speak, but frowned and looked at the slightly deformed door.

"Can you do it, Boss!" The bald man in a suit was dissatisfied with Rossi's mobility, and stood aside and yelled, "Let me do it!"

"Shut up! Can you speak!"

Rosie was so angry that her lungs hurt, she was too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party, and stepped aside.

There was a sudden slam, the door opened, and at the same time, it was also disabled.

Several people entered the door.

The things in the living room are neatly arranged, but they are also very interesting, such as a pile of red rose petals in a cardboard box on the coffee table, a bag of gold powder in the fireplace under the TV, and a cupboard in the kitchen Instead of dishes, it contained playing cards and chess.

It wasn't the first time Sherlock had been here, but it was the first time he had come when his master wasn't home.

Mr. Detective's purpose is very clear, he has already aimed at the master's bedroom.

Sherlock curled his lips, looking in a good mood.

So the question is, what's in Gent's room?

— There is a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a window.

There must be something wrong with the desk, and even the wardrobe.

But what if there is a problem?Gent is a magician, all his things are props, and all magic is blindfolded.

Sherlock knew this very well, so he was surprised.

Because what he always thought was a liar was actually a person who looked the same.

The room of the criminals is very interesting.

For example, there will be traces of the lives of two people in the room of dual personality; the room of the cheating husband will have a different perfume smell from that of his wife; It’s like the firecrackers of a firecracker, which will catch on fire at one point; for another example, there are countless black umbrellas and three-piece suits in Mycroft’s room, each book is placed in the same position, and the angle of the table and chairs is just right. There is only one trace of the quilt being folded, so his desire to control is probably hopeless.

Sherlock stood silently in Gent's room for a long while before retreating.

He still finds it unbelievable, and he won't find it unbelievable when he solves the case.

In other words, from the very beginning, he never thought that such an incredible emotion would appear on him.

But he still finds it incredible.

Because of Gent.

He thought that Gent had many identities.

Gent is a liar, he is a magician, he is good at playing with people's hearts.

He has pretended to be a hacker, a college teacher, and the fat man's partner, so he should be someone who is extremely good at hiding.

But Gint's room told Sherlock that he was indeed a magician, and he was a frank magician.

As for what kind of magnanimity this magnanimity refers to, Sherlock couldn't explain it.

If he had to say something, he could only say that Gent is indeed a hacker, he is also a university teacher, he is the fat man's partner, and he is also a magician.

Everything Sherlock thought he was pretending to be was real.

Very contradictory, isn't it?

All his suspicions about Gent turned out to be true.

So what did he have to doubt?

Even so, the man's every move was full of strange feelings.

Sherlock never used intuition to answer questions, but this time, he believed that he had intuition.

Like a woman.

"An acquaintance committed the crime." Sherlock said to Rossi, "There was no sign of fighting or resistance in the room. If Gent didn't leave by himself, he was kidnapped, and an acquaintance committed the crime."

"You followed him back to Baker Street two days ago, and said that no one appeared at the gate of Gent again. It can only be said that that person came here one step earlier than you."

"Almost all the cameras on this street are aimed at my window, except for the one at the intersection, but that camera broke down three days ago, and the fat man is busy with other things and has no time to monitor, so No one fixes it.—Ha, MI[-] seems to have a bunch of idlers."

Rossi and the others lowered their heads in shame, accepting Mr. Detective's sharp irony.

"Okay, the only clue is also broken."

Sherlock sneered irresponsibly, "What a coincidence, I don't know who is in his circle of friends."

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——You lied and you knew it!

- Then I don't want to tell them!

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