Chess and Goldfish

city ​​where angels fell 5

Barts School of Medicine, Rooftop.

The two faced off.

"As long as I die, the information will be spread all over London in the next second." It's rare to comb my curly hair into a back-cut look, and Gent thinks it has a sense of ceremony, "You know what I mean , Those who use public opinion and funds to launder money."

The words are for others to hear, such as pointing an infrared gun at the man here on the 20th floor of the building [-] meters away.

Sherlock looked at him in disbelief, "You think you are a righteous man? How do you say such a thing? Isn't the purpose of coming here today to crusade against your actions?"

Jin Te frowned, "You really have a big opinion on me. I haven't seen you for so long. Do you miss me?"

His questioning is still not serious.

Sherlock pursed his lips in distress, not knowing how to proceed with the topic.

Seeing his pale face, Jin Te paused understandingly, and said, "Good afternoon." He added, "This is a belated greeting."

Sherlock didn't speak, and Gent sighed, so he had no choice but to speak on his own. To be honest, the taste of a one-man show is quite uncomfortable, but he is a person who has a beginning and an end.

——The scenes I took on by myself had to be finished on my knees, even if the opponent actors didn't cooperate.

He said dryly the lines he had typed countless times, "This is the end of the game, everything should be over."

Sherlock finally reacted, as if he had received a signal, "What's the end here? Is this your purpose? You think you beat me?"

Gent was shocked, finally!Acting King is online!

So he worked harder, "Since a year ago, I have calculated everything. Since the murder of brothers, I have set up a plan and have been waiting for you, but you have disappointed me so much." It took me so long to find me."

Sherlock smiled half-smile, "You think you're hiding it well?"

As soon as the voice fell, Gent was stunned, wait, why didn't he follow the script? ? ?

Shouldn't he use his sharp words to expose me little by little at this time? ?

Mycroft really had a good brother.

No matter how depressed I was, the play still had to go on. They were unrehearsed actors, and their professionalism... couldn't be evaluated.

"You found out? I knew you would find out." Gent sighed exaggeratedly, and looked at Mr. Detective with sad eyes, "Do you know why I blew myself up this time? I can't help it, I can't wait anymore, It's all so boring, I'm tired of the London scene, it's time to end it all."

"You've been bored since Magnuson." Sherlock said firmly, "The design of that match was too imperfect, that guy is not a man of promise, he's a rogue, you and a rogue Trading, are you not afraid of lowering your own value?"

"So, I showed up on my own initiative." Gent shrugged, "After I found that guy was useless at all, I gave up the game of hide-and-seek and changed to a new game. Head-to-head confrontation is also very exciting. For example, you know that I Why smash the Tower of London?"

An imperceptible smile flashed across Sherlock's eyes, "For a perfect debut."

Gent stretched out his hands and made a hug gesture, "London is a giant playground, and it has to welcome its own king."

"Conceited idiot." Sherlock mocked a few words, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

Gent was uncomfortable seeing him, so he stared at him fiercely, cleared his throat and continued to narrate. After all, every fairy tale needs a classic villain, and villains always die because of talking too much. Only if it fits perfectly with the personality, "Professor Moriarty needs a perfect debut, sweetheart. I have a hundred possibilities to bring you to play, but I don't."

"Such as making me notorious? Blaming me for what you did?" Sherlock said.

Jin Te twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's so smart, so I admire you, and I'm deeply fascinated by you. Oh, Sherlock, my Sherlock, why don't you think about it and think about the reasons, I Why didn't I play with you?"

Sherlock instinctively wanted to avoid the topic, but Mycroft's instructions made it impossible for him to avoid it.

He had a premonition that he would become angry after hearing the next answer.

absolute.

"because I love you."

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"Wow," the man sighed blankly, "Boss, he confessed."

"……To shut up."

The man with big eyes curled his lips and shrugged, then picked up his sniper rifle, and continued to look at the opposite Barts Hospital with interest. A clear voice came from the earphones.

There are three things that people who follow dramas hate the most. Advertisements are inserted in the middle, audio and video are out of sync, and the picture quality is not high-definition.

Now, you have all three.

While complaining that his boss was exploiting his subordinates, the sniper couldn't help but yawned. He didn't know what the meaning of his being here was. The people on the opposite side made it clear that they wanted to love and kill each other, so he didn't have to do it at all.

"Look, does this answer satisfy you?" Gent said slowly, "If you are not satisfied, I can give you a hundred thousand reasons without repetition, and there is always one you will like."

Sherlock twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to end this fruitless conversation.

"You don't believe me." Gent paused, his eyes darkened.

It wasn't a line from the script, and Sherlock finally realized that even though they hadn't communicated beforehand, how much he knew him, such words would not come at this moment.

original.

"You do not trust me……"

The man with the back hair had gloomy eyes. He approached the tall detective step by step. There was a faint shape in the coat pocket. He pressed the thing against Mr. Detective's thigh, "You don't believe me, You never believed what I said. Even if you wavered, you never believed."

"I said I wanted to be with you, it would be fun, even funnier than it is now, I showed you the proof, but did you see it? No, you didn't."

He speaks in cadence, as if reading poetry, Moriarty has a natural good voice, rich and sweet, he can use this voice to say the sexiest things in the world for you, make you fall, and take you Fall into the abyss.

"Why." He said, "Oh, I forgot, you will never answer me why. There is no reason, you will say that, the opposition between criminals and detectives is an axiom, and no one can refute it. But Sherlock, you When did you become such a rule-abiding person?"

Mr. Detective has nothing to say.

It may be that the expression on Gent's face is too sincere, and he has entered the scene too deeply.

The man's heart trembled slightly, and an inexplicable feeling emerged.

Behaviorologically speaking, in the process of falling in love, there will be various factors that affect their love decisions, such as needs, motives, and attitudes. These factors are not only interrelated, but also restrict each other.

He and Gent have always been in such a relationship.

Mycroft said, You are no longer the Sherlock you used to be, you have a heart.

He scoffed at this for a while, but that conversation, in that dark room in Victor Wood, made Sherlock understand something.

Sure enough, it is not enough to only study physiology and chemistry. It is more helpful to occasionally read the poor poetry collections of literati.

"End it all and jump from here."

Sherlock's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly came back to his senses, shooting straight at Jinte.

"From here, jump down," he repeated, softly as if to say we're going home for dinner tonight.

"If you don't die, the people around you will die." Gent puffed his cheeks, "I'm not a patient person, and I don't have much sympathy. I gave you all my emotions, and I paid too much. Can't get it back."

He was telling Sherlock that he didn't care about other people's deaths at all, he only cared about Sherlock, and if Sherlock died, he would die with him.

"John?"

"Of course it's included."

"Mrs. Hudson?"

"one left."

"...Jasmine?" After a long silence, Sherlock finally spoke.

Jin Te came up in a fit of anger, "Jasmine?"

Yeah, something bad happened.

A narrow-minded man can't be offended.

"Lestrade." Sherlock corrected in a good-tempered manner, and within a short while, the offensive and defensive momentum of the two fell apart.

Gent also noticed this, he took a deep breath, "There is the last sniper, guess where is it?"

"I."

"Insanely smart."

Need a round of applause?How about holding it high?

Gent winked at him a little, the script has come to an end and is about to end.

After the end, he must have an oversized chocolate cake to comfort himself, and send the consumption bill to Mycroft.

Reimbursement is fine.

The two looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

"Get ready, fall."

"No, you do it."

Sherlock walked forward facing the gun, firmly pressed against his thigh, he stretched out his hand and slowly grasped Gent's arm, and took out the hand in his pocket. Sure enough, it was a small-caliber gun .

He aimed the thing at his forehead, and reiterated, "Do it, you don't need to waste the sniper's bullets, you can do it."

Jin Te looked at him, and suddenly withdrew his hand. Sherlock was caught off guard by him, and his body suddenly leaned back. In order to control his balance, he reacted quickly and leaned forward, drawing a circle under his feet, and Jin Te Special changed positions, which happened to block the only line of sight on the opposite side.

It seemed to hear the endless "SHIT" from the opposite side.

Sherlock's light blue eyes are like a pool of spring water, compared with the cosmic deepness of the past, such eyes can make Gent feel more happy.

He mouthed at him, then resolutely stuffed the gun into his mouth, and pulled the trigger in a blink of an eye.

"Do not!!"

"Zi la———"

The radio headset made a loud noise, and the big-eyed sniper tore off the headset cursingly. When he raised his gun and looked towards the opposite side, there was only one standing figure left on the rooftop.

His coat was flapping in the wind for a while, his hands were covered with blood, and his face was pale.

The sniper rubbed his eyes, and the next second, the man stepped out of the guardrail, and amidst the exclamation of everyone, he jumped down like a giant butterfly.

He wanted to poke his head out to see what happened, but he was tripped by the messy information boxes around him. When he looked again, the detective had already landed on the surface of the earth in a not-so-elegant posture, surrounded by a large circle People, ambulances, blood, screams.

He thought, can we make a difference now?

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——Jasmine: What did Gent say at the end?

- Sherlock: He said... Grass?

The author has something to say: there is one more chapter to end w

I finally "killed" them both _(:зゝ∠)_ a little excited w

After consulting the editor, I decided to start a romance →_→

Pure love and romance are exchanged, otherwise it is not easy to apply for the list 23333