Chess and Goldfish

Seems like an ordinary day.

The weather in London was as childlike as ever. It was still sunny in the morning, but it rained lightly in the afternoon. It was wet and damp, which made people feel unhappy and fell to the bottom of the valley.

Just like someone's state, down to the bottom.

The whole block of Baker Street seems to be blocked, the first-line monitors, such as the old man smoking by the window, such as the couple walking the dog.Mycroft's insanity level has also increased with the surveillance level.

So there's a reason for Sherlock's unhappiness.

Since Moriarty went to prison for the first time, it's like a bomb dropped in a calm lake, and you don't know if he is a squib or the calm before the eruption.

The people in London are naturally not very clear about this, but people close to the core are worried.

With more killers on Baker Street, the surveillance level will naturally increase.

So even though Sherlock was dissatisfied with this, he didn't say much. No matter how stupid Mycroft was, he wouldn't hurt himself. He was a big brother hovering on the edge of the passing line.

"Come on, Sherlock, what Mycroft has done is good enough." Naturally, John couldn't bear the sight of the two brothers confronting each other every day, and he looked at the older child with a headache, "If there is such a complaint Time, you might as well think about what to do with Gent's affairs! He won't really just go in like this, will he?"

Sherlock was not the only one who was inconvenient to raise the surveillance level of Baker Street, John was also unlucky.

Mary is pregnant, so it is definitely impossible to live with them. John has to take care of Mary and help Sherlock at the same time. He is the first person who feels the world's malice while running on both sides.

"Didn't you hear Gavin say that he surrendered himself?"

"It's Greg," John said. "That doesn't mean anything! I still can't believe it's Moriarty!"

The man lying on the sofa put down the newspaper in his hand and said after a pause, "It's not that you can't believe it, you can't believe it. He is Moriarty, so there's no need to deny it."

"When did you know about it? You're not surprised at all." John had already learned to block the words of a certain detective, and he asked curiously.

"It's very early." Sherlock said lightly, "I know it when you don't know it."

"Is not this nonsensical……"

Thoughts drift away.

How did he know Gent's identity?It's ridiculous to say that Sherlock never believes in coincidences, but coincidences always happen.When meeting Gent for the first time, Sherlock was attracted by the strong sense of disobedience in him. He had never seen such a person, born with contradictions, born with disobedience.

Sherlock had already started to investigate because he firmly believed that something abnormal must be caused by a demon.

The information given by Mycroft was flawless, perfect and unbelievable. However, the person who gave it was Mycroft. No matter how smart Sherlock was, he would occasionally be negligent, such as now.

He believed Mycroft's words, thinking that Gent was just one of the people who came to spy on him.

"and after?"

Later, of course, it was because of Gent's self-explosion.

He has too many lies, but he is as proud as he is, and he never hides it.

There are magicians' idiomatic methods in the case, so the rest is self-evident.

The more you investigate, the more frightened you become. It’s like a person who is in good health goes for a daily checkup and finds symptoms of illness. After further investigation, it is a blood problem, and after further investigation, it becomes cancer.

There is nothing in the first place, the more you delve into it, the more problems will arise.

If you worry about something happening, it's more likely to happen.

Soon, Gent gave him a big surprise.

The starting point is the King of Hearts, Mr. Charlemagne Paul Crook.

His nausea was even deeper than Magnussen's.

Sherlock's eyes gradually cleared up. He turned over lightly and nimbly, and stepped on the wooden floor with his bare feet without making a sound. His tall and thin body was hidden behind the curtain, and he quietly raised a corner to look at the world outside the window—— like he used to do.

John looked at him, his nose slightly sore. At that time, he was still standing in his own position. The strange thing was that Sherlock's gaze was on Gent.

All of this seems to be a thing of the past.

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The case, which was supposed to go to court soon, was delayed for nearly two weeks.

After spending two nights in peace at the police station, Gent was sent to a new prison in London, so heavily guarded that flies couldn't get in.

Greg was responsible for bringing him sandwiches and coffee, oh, and a familiar orange blanket, the kind that Sherlock was always offered.

Old Johnson who lived next door said that the original work was done by the prison guards here. Those people have a bad temper. Of course, Old Johnson and the others are even more difficult to mess with, but this time Greg asked to do it himself. .

When he saw Jin Te, he said in a complicated tone, "Your lawyer... how are you going to hire him?"

"Hey, didn't this kid turn himself in!?" Old Johnson interrupted the conversation between the two, his tone was quite disdainful, and the look in his eyes that looked at Greg made people feel uncomfortable, as if he was saying, how did you, a weak chicken, get along? To the police seat?

Inspector Lestrade took a deep breath, resisting the urge to punch someone, "Gint?"

The little curly came back to his senses, and habitually smiled at Mr. Inspector of Scotland Yard, his caramel-colored eyes narrowed like crescent moons, and there was a dimple on his lips.

Nope, the cuter it looks.

This child...will be bullied here, right?

Forgetting Moriarty's name for a moment, Greg frowned unconsciously. Compared with the criminals here, Gent's stature is not just 01:30.

"Look at the lawyer." Gent smiled cutely, "It's all right for me."

Indeed, there is not much difference. No matter who the lawyer is or how capable he is, Gent is [-]% sure that he will walk out from here in a fair manner.

After seeing off Inspector Lestrade with a dazed face, the old Johnson next to him had a meaningful expression.

"I heard that you are that Moriarty?"

As soon as the words fell, people in other rooms surrounded him in a second, scanning Jinte with deep meaning in their eyes.

The gentleman who is always the brightest in the crowd covered his chest humbly, bowed his body, with an innocent expression on his face, "It's all their compliments."

After finishing speaking, he followed the prison guards into his exclusive room, a core area with no neighbors.

Thinking of Mycroft's characteristic smirk before entering, he said, "I thought you were going to make something big, like spread a rumor that you got the program or something."

Jin Te gave him a smirk, "I've been tired of playing this kind of trick for a long time, my dear, and there's no need to make it so big. Isn't the purpose of that gentleman just to make me feel uncomfortable? I guess, this court meeting Someone pointed the finger at me, but I don’t know if it’s a judge or a lawyer, it can’t be our defense lawyer, right?”

Gent's joking statement reminded Mycroft, "Oh, if you hadn't been showing your sincerity to me, I would have thought that gentleman was having an affair with you."

Jin Te said goodbye, "You are a senior government official, please don't talk about such dirty words at any time, which will affect the image of the British government."

Mycroft: "..."

As they expected, that gentleman would definitely make a move. He wanted so much to see the moment when Professor Moriarty fell from a height, so how could he not be in a hurry?

above the court.

Sherlock is also in attendance, as special detective advisor.

Mycroft's people kept defending Gent, saying that it was not his operation, and even used his life's best knowledge to exploit legal loopholes.

However, this defense seems to some to be too far-fetched.

It's as if Gent's behavior this time is asking for death in the eyes of that gentleman.

"He wants to die, so I can't stop him?" The man rubbed his chin, "I'm looking forward to seeing you in Waterloo, Mr. Napoleon, so there is only Alexander the Great in the world, right?"

The person opposite smiled without saying a word, shook his head and bid farewell to the man.His walking posture is a bit strange, it seems that he has a leg injury, but it doesn't affect his mood at all, the crooked tunes and unsentenced language.

"Ah, who said that only Alexander the Great...he is really forgetful."

Isn't Charlemagne still there?

With a smile on his face, Gent watched his defense lawyer retreat steadily. The gentleman who prosecuted was telling about Moriarty's crimes righteously, and the judge's face had already shown a clear tendency.

Most importantly, that curly-haired Mr. Detective, he kept his face sullen. Although he inserted a few substandard words from time to time, the air pressure in his whole body was extremely low. Anyone could tell that he was not in a good mood. not good.

I just said, there are still people who love me w

But Mike's ability is really bad...

It seems that I have to do it myself_(:зゝ∠)_

"Beep--"

The voice of a short message suddenly came from the court, and it rang at the same time.

The lawyer who was spitting all over the place suddenly paused, and his expression was not very good.

The people on the judge's bench picked up their mobile phones almost at the same time, and in the next second, Qiqi's expression changed, and he looked at the calm person with very dark eyes and horror.

The jury looked at each other, and after a few minutes of discussion, the judge tremblingly picked up the hammer.

--Acquitted.

There was an uproar.

It's embarrassing that this high-profile case ended in Moriarty's victory.

No one knew what happened during the period. Some people even threatened that the jury was possessed by a monster, otherwise they would be crazy. How could they make such a judgment? !

"How did you do it?" John asked curiously. Although he was a little insensitive to Gent's identity, when someone stood in front of him, John would still unconsciously forget his identity as a criminal consultant and continue to treat him as a The former Jinte came to get along, and he did have that strange charm.

"People are profit animals, and one can be strong without desire. Unfortunately, most people have weaknesses." Gent shrugged, his eyes were a little sinister and arrogant, and he looked away from John, "I can't lose here , the opponent will laugh at me."

John couldn't understand what he said, so he cast his eyes on Mr. Detective who stood aside as the background.

"There is no doubt that he threatened relatives of the jury, even attacked their weaknesses. What did you do? Monetary temptation? Take hostages?"

Gent met Sherlock's sharp eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled lightly, "It's good to know, why say it?"

"Gint! You!"

He stretched out his hand to hold John who was about to jump up, "Anxin baby, I'm not that crazy, they're all fine, it's just a small warning, just a warning."

Warn some people, don't take him lightly.

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——Gint: How about it, tell me if your people are all mentally retarded!

—Mycroft: ...you can shut up now.

The author has something to say: It’s so troublesome to change the case, oh, QAQ, it’s better to be original

I’m so confused. This book is almost finished, what should I write in the next book_(:зゝ∠)_[Although there may be no time to update it

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