Chess and Goldfish

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"He's looking for me."

"he?"

"What do you think of the method of just playing tricks?" Little Curly had a smile on his face.

The man frowned, and his bony fingers kept tapping the handle of the seat, which was his habitual action when he was thinking.

"Using yourself as a bait, can you successfully lure him out?"

"You and I actually already know who the person behind is, don't you?"

"Almost!"

"Well, I almost know." The curly-haired man smiled helplessly, "Then, isn't it just right for me to go? Anyway, his target is me."

"...When did you have the spirit of heroism? Iron Man? Mr. Superman?"

"If it is, then I really wish for it..." Gent shook his head, he paused, and then said, "Actually, Mike, I thought we were already on the united front."

Mycroft was noncommittal, "Probably?"

"At least, in the eyes of others."

"Tch." Mycroft smiled disdainfully, "The number of 'others' you speak of can't even exceed one hand."

"It cannot be denied that the gentleman knows." Jin Te shrugged, with a look of shamelessness, "He thinks that I am on your side, and if I can't get it, I will destroy it. This is the thinking of the superiors. And, completely get rid of' Wouldn't it be nice to have the title of 'consulting criminals'? Mom would love me."

Mycroft was silent.

"I've had enough fun, it's time to end all of this." Gent didn't care, he narrowed his eyes and smiled cunningly, "My life is all in your hands, future brother?"

"..." Mycroft, who was blocked and speechless, gritted his teeth secretly.

"I'm just putting on a play, and you'll do the finishing touches, right?"

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[Napoleon's encounter with Waterloo is a historical inevitability! 】

[It is also completely applicable today! 】

Such news has spread from London's underground world in recent days. People who know it can't believe it, Napoleon?Is it "that" Napoleon?

The Mr. Napoleon of crime?

Isn't he having fun?Even handed over the power of his subordinates to Colonel Moran?

The crowd seemed to be boiling, and the criminals who heard the news seemed to be desperately looking for news about Professor Moriarty, but unfortunately they found nothing.

Jim Moriarty disappeared?

Gent Ace disappeared.

John Watson was absent-mindedly typing on the keyboard, staring at the page of his blog with dull eyes. On it, his readers were arguing fiercely about how Mr. Sherlock Holmes solved the case, each self-righteously explaining Sherlock's every move. move.

"These idiots behave so stupidly!" After muttering a few words, John rubbed the center of his brows.

Mary had a peaceful pregnancy at home, without a computer, only books.

Although he didn't believe Gent's words very much, John still did it. He thought in case, if what Gent said happened, wouldn't he have to suffer?

But, why didn't Jint show up recently...?

The doctor was obtuse to discover that the neighbor who usually visited the house hadn't shown up for a long time.

——"Sherlock? Did you quarrel?"

The man who was fiddling with the test tubes in the kitchen didn't look up, "If the person you're talking about is Gent, then I can answer you, no, of course there was no quarrel."

"Just repeat, you're lying."

"Oh come on, John, you have learned a lot about micro-expressions and psychology. This little trick won't work on me!"

John laughed dryly, "Why do you say that..."

The man raised his head with a haughty expression and a smirk on his face, "Because, I am Sherlock Holmes."

"..."

The doctor let out a foul breath, "It's just as long as you're happy."

"So, can you tell me where that boy Gent went?"

Sherlock continued to bury his head in the test tube, "I don't know."

"I don't know?!" John was shocked. Is there anything in this world that Sherlock Holmes doesn't know?

you do not know?You put X!

John didn't know whether Sherlock knew the news, but he believed that he would know the truth soon. This was a summary of his years of experience as Mr. Holmes' "assistant".

Especially when it comes to Gent.John secretly gave himself a thumbs up, he was convinced of this reason.

Gent had told John the other day that things were going to change in London.

He originally thought it was only referring to the financial market. After all, the financial pages of newspapers have been taken over by "circuit breakers" recently, and the market closed right after the opening, which is terrible.

Fortunately, Mary got out early, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous, and John was sweating just thinking about it.

Until the moment Lestrade appeared, John naively thought that changing the sky meant this.

"Sherlock! You don't want to know what I say next!"

"Murder?" Sherlock's eyes lit up, and after looking at Inspector Lestrade who hurried through the door, he quickly denied, "No, no, no, tell me what you found! ?”

"The Tower of London Treasury has been invaded!"

Sherlock paused, and his expression immediately became a little bored, "Then what do you want me to do, shouldn't you lead someone to arrest the criminal?"

As he spoke, he noticed that Inspector Lestrade's expression became strange.

"Sherlock, I think you should watch this." Lestrade hesitated for a moment, and played the surveillance video from his phone.

The treasure hall originally exhibited the imperial crown made in the Victorian era, the king's scepter inlaid with the world's largest diamond, and the royal ball used for coronation.

The picture was originally still, which may be the reason for fast forwarding, and soon a person appeared, wearing a baseball cap, ordinary cotton T-shirt and jeans, holding a baseball bat in his hand, ears There are also headphones plugged in.

As soon as this person appeared, Sherlock's body tensed up. He watched the person's movements intently, and saw him shaking his head and turning around the protective cabinet, and then pulled out the gun from his pocket. I couldn't tell what model it was, but the bulletproof glass cracked in the next second.

The man seemed dissatisfied with the effect of the gun bullet, he threw the gun on the ground casually, and smashed the bulletproof glass with the baseball bat in his hand.

After it was all done, he grinned for the camera.

"Ginjinjinjinjinjint???" John was dumbfounded, "God! What's going on!?"

"Shocked?" Lestrade rubbed his temples in distress, "I also had the same reaction when I saw it... No, I said Sherlock John, why is it him?! Why is it him!?"

John shook his head and set his eyes on Sherlock. The man was as motionless as a mountain, staring at the screen like a torch.

"You know that, Sherlock?" John couldn't tell why, it was just an intuition, and Sherlock knew why he did it.

The latter ignored him.

The video continues.

Gent lifted his hat, stepped into the protective cabinet, put the crown on his head, lazily held the scepter and the orb in his hand, chewed gum, and looked at himself with disdain Then he shook his head and narrowed his eyes with a happy expression.

Suddenly, Gent raised his head, his caramel-colored eyes stared at the camera, his piercing eyes seemed to be able to catch your eyes through the camera, Sherlock's whole body tightened, he had a hunch that this person was coming towards him.

Sherlock stared at his mouth and read slowly.

"Please call me - Moriarty."

……

"... Moriarty?!" John was taken aback, he seemed to have heard this name from somewhere.

Lestrade felt more than he did. He looked at Sherlock with complicated eyes, "The one who consulted the criminal?"

"Napoleon of the criminal world!?" John was shocked, and he said where did he hear this name, it was Professor Moriarty!A template for the criminal world!If he publishes a crime tutorial, then the police all over the world will absolutely hate this man.

Sherlock stood there silently, not knowing what to think.

John couldn't bear it, even if he didn't get over it, how could this matter hit Sherlock the hardest?After all, he was his lover, but in the end it was all fake, all lies, and he must have been much more stimulated.

"Ha, it's wonderful!"

John: "...???"

John stared at the detective as he rushed to the computer like crazy and clicked on the website.

Just ten seconds ago, the video just now was posted on Youtube and on the BBC's live news channel, that is to say, it was made public.

Lestrade couldn't believe it, "Is he crazy!? What is he doing!?"

In terms of old love, Lestrade is not like catching Gent, but his identity is to consult criminals, which is something he has to do.

The video on the phone continues.

Jin Te looked at the camera with a smile, and there was a sense of understanding in his smile. He let go of the scepter and the precious ball, and they fell to the ground with a heavy sound, which made people feel heartbroken.

He didn't know when there was something more in his hand, and he sprinkled it upwards, and the snow-white sheets of paper covered the view of the camera, fluttering one after another, and slowly fell to the ground. The man disappeared.

"That's it, he didn't take anything away." Lestrade said helplessly, "Our people have already put away the treasure and it hasn't been damaged."

"How should I put it, compared to invading and stealing, I think Moriarty is more like a demonstration."

Sherlock gave him a mocking look, "Congratulations, your IQ is finally on the line, Gavin."

"Gavin!?"

Ignoring the unreasonable Inspector Lestrade, Sherlock folded his hands and pressed his chin, "He is demonstrating, demonstrating to the world, and demonstrating to me."

"To you?"

"This is a game, isn't it?" Sherlock smiled, as if waiting for the prey to enter his cage, "I can't wait."

John held back, but still didn't hold back, "I said, why is he demonstrating to you?! He is defying the royal power! Are you Queen Sherlock?"

Sherlock gave John a king's contempt, "Of course it's for me! Who else do you think he can tolerate in his eyes?"

Over there, Lestrade hung up the phone.

"Sherlock, Gent surrendered himself."

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——John: Did I just get fed a mouthful of dog food?

——Lestrade: This is not an illusion.

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