Chess and Goldfish

Men's lust-desire supports their ambitions.

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The crime rate in London has always been high, which seems to be the law of the world.

These can't scare little Gent, especially if little Jim is interested.

"murder?"

"Obviously." Sherlock took out the gloves from his arms and asked Watson to call Lestrade, "The days have been very good recently."

Hearing this, Jin Te hooked the corner of his lower lip, "Just as long as you are happy."

Sherlock glanced at him suspiciously, rolled his light gray eyes, and didn't say much.

The deceased was a white female who appeared to be young, with her eyes gouged out and fatal wounds on her chest.

"Katerina Pocky, 17 years old, a student at High School 1 in West London." Sherlock took out the student card in her bag and sniffed it with his tall nose, "The smell of cosmetics, sunglasses, wallets, perfume, Looking at these clothes and luxury goods, her cost of living is not low. The murderer is taller than her. Looking at the marks on the chest, they were pierced from top to bottom. The wound on the chest and the wound on the eyes are the same sharp weapon. The incision is flat, it must be a knife or scissors."

Sherlock glanced at Gent, and pulled Watson to compare with him, "Male, over six feet tall, has been exercising all year round, and his arms and arms are very strong, she can't resist."

Watson pushed Sherlock away, squatted down to examine the body, "It's been dead for at least two hours." He frowned, a little angrily, "No one called the police!!"

Gent shrugged, "Not everyone has such a sense of justice. Most people believe that it has nothing to do with them."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "Oh, this is your style."

"Don't be so targeting me, I'm serious, Sherlock. We've only known each other for how long, I didn't offend you, did I?" Gent said dissatisfied.

"That's right, Sherlock." Watson stood up embarrassingly, "Gint is a good man."

"Thank you, Watson, but I'm not happy for you to say that." Gent smiled and made a grimace, "Let's just think of it as an American hobby."

"You've been with Mycroft ever since you took his side."

"It's not fair!" Gent was upset. "If it was John, you would have said, 'What a pity, you should take that money and we'll split it'—I'm ready to split it with you!"

Sherlock breathed heavily, and sneered at his words, "Don't say I'm sorry for you, you are different from John!"

"I say----"

Watson was full of helplessness, "Girls, stop arguing, what's the big deal? Also, I don't understand why I'm involved. I'm definitely different from Gent. I don't like you, Sherlock—— Hey! Look at what I do! It’s that kind of liking, you know! No, no, Gent, don’t deny me, I’m telling the truth, you can blame me for telling your secret, but for Sherlock, He will never know until you tell. Now, stop arguing, and you should pay attention to Miss Pocky!"

The doctor's voice fell, and the scene was silent.

Jin Te stared at the blond Teddy dumbfounded. He felt that he had underestimated this man, why had he never found out that he was such a cutie!So, Jin Te, who was smiling like a flower in his heart, silently added weight to him.

——He has always been very kind to his own people, if you don't believe me, ask Moran.

Sherlock glanced at the little brown-black curly hair standing aside, his hands in the windbreaker were clenched into fists, the sweet dimples on his face disappeared, and he looked at Watson, avoiding his eyes.

Sherlock looked at him hesitantly, and walked towards the corpse with his lips tightly closed.

Gent noticed that he had turned to the deceased's cell phone, "SMS and call records have been deleted, icq and msn have kept the last week, the deceased did not have the habit of clearing records frequently, the murderer was someone she knew, aged Over 40 years old, do not like to socialize."

Watson came over curiously, "Since he is someone he knows and he is so old, what motive does he have to kill this girl?"

"The question is on point." Sherlock smiled slightly, "I don't know, the motive is unknown."

Jin Te looked at the surrounding environment. There was a hotel near the entrance of the shopping mall. The intersection was wide, and the police should arrive soon.

"Why was her eyes gouged out? Did she see something she shouldn't have seen?"

It was rare for Sherlock not to say something sarcasm, and he replied awkwardly, "No, it's not that she saw something, it should be that her eyes offended someone."

Jin Te was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"That is to say, the murderer was dissatisfied with her eyes because of some problems, so he poached them." Sherlock's eyes lit up, "This is punishment."

"There is no reason, the motive is unknown, and the murderer cannot be found." Gent shrank his neck, and his eyes flicked across the scarf around Sherlock's neck. He felt that the weather in England was so damn changeable, "What should we do next?"

"Go and see her school tomorrow."

"I'm asking now." Gent tilted his head.

"...Wait for Lestrade, and then go home."

Jin nodded and followed Sherlock to go back.

"I'm sorry..." Watson said awkwardly, "I think you should go home, and I have something to do."

Gent blinked, "John?"

"If she pesters you again, call the police." Sherlock said impatiently, "Since you refuse to use the method I suggested. She is not suitable for you, let alone pestering you, John."

"... Sherlock!"

The efficiency of Scotland Yard is not low, but they are still a little late. The curly-haired detective has long been impatient. He analyzed the poor detective and his soldiers from head to toe viciously, and looked at them. With frightened and angry eyes, Sherlock finally felt better.

"Then, I leave it to you, Lev."

"Who is Lev!" Lestrade roared from behind.

Gent smiled politely at him, "I'm really sorry, Inspector, Sherlock is in a bad mood today."

"Gint!"

The man deliberately suppressed the irritable voice for some fun, and there was a big smile on Gent's face.

"Then let's go."

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"You know John loves thrills and misses the battlefield."

They walked back to Baker Street anyway, although Sherlock kept a grimace the whole time.

But this couldn't stop Jin Te from using his sweet and greasy voice to grind hard. Watson was right, this man was unreasonable, but in some respects he was unexpectedly simple and kind.

He said that he had a different emotion for London, with some hesitation on his face, some worries and longings.

This is not to lie to him.

Gent whispered to himself in his heart, because he began to like London.

No wonder little Jim loves this place so much.

It's hard to guarantee that it wasn't Watson's words that disturbed Sherlock's mind, because he was so damn incapable of deducing the person around him, completely him.

Everything he saw about him was true and reasonable, but there was a bit of deceit in the hell.

Sherlock scowled, glancing at him from the corner of his eye.

He can deduce where Gent went today, who he met, and what his family is like.

But he couldn't deduce what this person was thinking, and he couldn't judge whether what he saw was what Gent wanted him to see-it wasn't like John, who could get the code by analyzing his words and deeds-this It doesn't work well against Jinte.

However, he was more excited than depressed.

look!A humanoid mystery, a nicotine patch, is more dangerous than a homicide scene!

They chatted happily, Gent thought so unilaterally.

For example, he asked Sherlock why he went to investigate the case with John, because although the doctor is used to the corpse, the doctor never likes the scene-usually the doctor thinks that it is the responsibility to save the dying and heal the wounded, and they have a sensitive heart.

Maybe the reason Teddy is a medic?

"What about me?" Gent raised his neck and stood in front of Sherlock, exposing his most vulnerable neck to him.

Sherlock glanced at him impatiently, but said nothing.

"I've known you for less than a week, and I've been there for two murders." Jin Te said meaningfully, "How do you feel about me?"

Sherlock frowned, "You're not a university professor."

"I am." Gent's tone was noncommittal, but the content was firm, "John has gone to my class!"

no, he is not.Sherlock crossed the university professor hard in his heart, it was a cover.

This is what he hates the most!A lie that cannot be debunked fundamentally!

They had reached 221b Baker Street.

Jin Te stood at the door of the room. From the corner of his eye, he looked at the fruit stand 100 meters away. It was already past eleven o'clock and it was still closed.

"Don't you like it?" A sentence for no reason, but Gent understood.

—You know John loves thrills and misses the battlefield.

--Do you not like it?

This would have been normal.

But Sherlock was holding a box of condoms in his hand - they bought them when they passed by the door of the pharmacy, and Watson sent a message to say that he wanted to buy this - as a parting gift with Sofina, it was Gent's own suggestion Yes, he took away one of the flirtatious hearts used to take revenge on that woman.

Gent froze.

"I tell you... I can't tell."

Jin Te opened his eyes wide and looked at the man who had suddenly entered actor mode. The curly-haired detective was expressionless, but his eyes were full of drama.

Don't make trouble! ! !

Gent wanted to yell, but Sherlock didn't give him the chance, "You'll be with me tomorrow, won't you?"

Go to school to investigate the case?Of course he will be with you!

but……

The invincible little Gente stood there in a daze, his face still warm from the hand that was patted by the man, and then the door of 221b Baker Street was slammed shut.

The wind brought the fallen leaves on the ground and rolled them towards the fruit stand. The woman over there looked up at Jinte, then lowered her head again.

Jinte walked into his room numbly, and slammed the door fiercely.He took out his mobile phone and made a crackling text message, paused for a while, deleted a few words, re-wrote the text, and sent it to Moran.

In less than a minute, the phone rang.

There sounded the voice of his loyal colonel, "Professor, haven't you slept yet?"

"Little Moran, I was bullied." There was grievance in the sweet voice.

The other party was silent for a while, "Please don't make fun of me, Professor. Lester Roddick said that he has already started to act."

Hearing this, Jin Te restrained his expression, and his long eyelashes drooped to cover his eyes, "He was a lot ahead of schedule, but today is not a good day, and a person who doesn't listen to the teacher is not a good boy."

"...I see. Good night, Professor."

No, what do you understand? !

Jinte hung up the phone whimpering, and it was a pain for his subordinates to be too familiar with him—it was still the original self.

And when he saw the scarf of the same style as the curly-haired detective thrown on the sofa and just unpacked, he secretly ground his teeth again.

Very well, someone should buy him tea again.

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—Are you taking revenge on me, sweetheart?

——No, this is a gift.