Chess and Goldfish

Gent seemed to have had a very bad dream.

In the dream, there was a little fat man, wearing a three-piece elegant classic suit, poking his chest with a black umbrella in his hand, repeatedly, and still thinking: Let you covet my brother!Let you covet my brother!

And the truth is not far behind.

"Our deal doesn't include Sherlock." The little fat man stopped laughing.

"You said you could have some fun for him." Jinte puffed up his face aggrievedly, and it was obviously your brother who provoked me first, how can you be so unreasonable!

But he is the British government, Gent is just a small civilian, incompetent to resist.

"I warned you, stay away from him. Fun and distance are not the same thing, you can strike a balance."

Jin Te didn't take it seriously, he always told others this kind of words, stay away, there will be problems if you get too close, don't get too close and so on.

But the little detective has put down the gauntlet, wouldn't he be too cowardly if he didn't accept the move?

Mycroft sent the professor away, and he kindly said that he would introduce a reliable dentist to save his dental nerve.

Hell, he couldn't let himself be at ease!

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"Gint." Watson smiled and waved at him, "I thought you had class today."

The brown-black curly hair is tied up today, and a small braid is behind the head. It is fluffy and looks extremely harmless. "There is no class today. I should be in the office, but I handed it to the teaching assistant." Then, he made a smug look.

So Watson laughed again, "I have to thank you, the one from yesterday, um."

When Du Lei Si was mentioned, Gent's expression turned bad again. He nodded stiffly, and glanced at the detective in front of him out of the corner of his eye, but was surprised to find that the latter was also looking at him.

"You're welcome, I should do it." Jinte replied dryly.

Watson patted him on the shoulder twice, "Hey! Good job! You see, it's not that Sherlock has no feelings for you. We live together, and I know him very well!"

Gent noticed that Detective Curly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and he didn't know what he was typing. He silently looked away and looked at the blond doctor in front of him, "umm, no need for this, John, me and him, it's not As you think, at least not now..."

As he spoke, his voice lowered.

What a good doctor~

Little Gente was very happy. He touched the doctor's dog's head in his heart, and pink flowers rose around him.

Watson shivered slightly, "Then shall we go?"

Inspector Lestrade will certainly not be involved, so there is no need for them to wait here.

West London High School is not far from Baker Street, separated by three streets and five intersections, which is farther than where Gent usually attends classes, but because they are all near the school, there are many shops and restaurants there.

West London High School is a public mixed school, the ratio of male to female is about the same, and those who study better can apply for scholarships.

"Police." It was time for self-study, and Sherlock entered the class grandiosely holding the police-police-certificate handed over from Inspector Lestrade.

"...Does Mr. Detective know about this?" Gent said with a twitch of his mouth.

Watson pinched the bridge of his nose, "He should have gotten used to it by now." As he spoke, he took out a piece of Anderson's ID card from his pocket and waved it in front of the teacher's eyes.

Gent: "..."

Two agents were not enough. When the head teacher looked at Jin Te suspiciously, the other party shrugged and gave the teacher a wink. He stared at the man in the black windbreaker in front of him, "Family."

The person in front paused, he swore with his toes, he saw Sherlock's twitching face!

It may be that the faces of the three of them are not so scary. Although the students who were asked were trembling, they all answered the questions clearly.

A red-haired girl said, "Katrina is my friend, but honestly, I don't know her very well."

Sherlock put on a curious look, "Oh?"

"She seldom finishes a day's class in a peaceful manner. Even if she does occasionally, she doesn't join the club after class. I can't always find her!" The girl named Diana thought about it and complained, "I I wonder if I'm her friend!"

"Oh, of course you are!" Sherlock blinked quickly, "She has a photo with you in her wallet."

"How do you know?!" Diana was startled, staring at him in shock.

"She passed away last night." Sherlock thought for a moment and told Diana the truth.

"God——" the little girl covered her mouth and exclaimed, her eyes quickly flooded with water, "how could this be..."

Gent patted the top of her head, "There are countless accidents in life that we cannot control. I hope you can tell us everything you know, Diana."

"Yes, yes." Diana sniffed and calmed down, "Katerina is usually not very talkative, but she is actually quite nice and has no bad intentions, but you know, no one likes her overbearing look!"

High above?Gent raised an eyebrow.

"She always feels that she is very superior, I don't know what's going on, and no one has seen her parents." Diana frowned, "However, I often see her in a black car. "

"The black car?" Sherlock repeated. "What car?"

"Bentley?" Diana wasn't sure.

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Coming out of West London School, Watson told Sherlock what he had consulted with the teacher.

Similar to what Diana said, Miss Katerina Batch is an orphan, she doesn't have many friends, and she doesn't want to have too many interactions with others.Her personality is not very good on weekdays, she is a little arrogant, likes luxury goods, and loves to show off her wealth, even Diana is just what she thinks as a foil.

"The character is really unpleasant." Watson pouted, why did the little girl make herself so unpopular?

Sherlock quickly walked to the street and hailed a taxi, "I don't have much information, but I know that the murderer is the man who drove her away."

"Obvious again?"

"Of course." Sherlock pursed his lips and got into the car, "Baker Street."

The car moved slowly towards Baker Street. Gent sat on the co-pilot and looked out the window. The road was very clean, which was very different from New York.

In a way, he and little Jim are one of a kind.

They are similar.

Chases thrills, enjoys madness, manipulates humans, loves the stage, plays the part.

But they are different.

For example, Gent can't appreciate Moriarty's explosion art, and also regards some ridiculous moral standards as the bottom line.

He is a magician, not an executioner.Gent rolled his eyes.

—Although it sounds silly.

It was just pointless persistence, Jin Te looked back blankly, staring at his hand, does he still have a moral bottom line?

[What is magic?Magic is illusion.But illusions are there to bring joy, entertainment and inspiration to people.

It's about faith, belief, trust.Without these attributes, magic ceases to be an art.

But if these attributes are used for improper purposes in lies and deceit, for selfish desires and insatiable greed, it is no longer magic.

This is a crime. 】

"Sir, I won't be going to Baker Street anymore." Sherlock took his mobile phone and gave an address, his deep voice was reassuring.

Gent woke up from a trance, he looked in the rear car mirror, "What's wrong?"

Watson said worriedly, "Greg said they found another female corpse, and the modus operandi was very similar to last night."

"Serial murder." Sherlock's eyes were like eagles, and the gray-green pupils glowed in the shadows, as if he was staring at some prey.

Gent nodded with great interest, "Then we are going to the scene of the crime?"

The address where the second body appeared was only one street away from the one yesterday.

Sherlock walked over hurriedly. He was the tallest with big steps. Watson and Gent looked at each other, and trot followed tacitly - anyway, he is a man who only has cases but no friends!

Watson has long been used to it. When he saw Sherlock being stopped outside the scene of the crime, Anderson said with a sullen face, "Why are you here again! I didn't call you, Sherlock."

"Anderson, what are you doing here? You can't help at all!" Sherlock glanced at him, his face puckered together.

Good Yan Yi, Jin Te silently applauded in his heart.

Anderson sneered, "I'm a Scotland Yard police officer, what about you? An uninvited 'detective'?"

"Lestrade texted me," Sherlock said dryly.

"The freak is here to snatch the job again?" Donovan walked over from a distance and gave Sherlock a critical look. The latter ignored her, but Watson dared to assure that he must have Sally Donovan in his heart. Wan this person analyzed it from head to toe.

To be honest, Watson didn't want to hear about what happened between her and Anderson.

Sherlock and Watson hurriedly got into the seal, Gent was a step behind and outside, Donovan saw it and came over, "Sheng Yan, are you his friend?"

Gent thought for a while, "You saw me last time." In fact, you didn't.

"Oh, I forgot." Donovan said without sincerity.

Gent smiled and didn't care, "He doesn't have many friends, but I hope I do."

"Is there anyone else who rushes to befriend him?" Donovan put on a shocked face, "I won't talk about the doctor, he's not normal."

Kinte paused, "No one can live in this world independently, and neither is Sherlock." He opened the seal and got in, "John is not what you said, officer."

"Then you have to be careful, I remind you, one day, he will become that kind of person - just like a criminal."

Hearing this, Gent paused for a moment, without looking back, he walked straight to the detective in the black trench coat and the doctor with blond hair.

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The closer you get, the less you see.

Probably not many people know this truth.

Gent looked at the figure who carefully checked his body, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he turned his eyes to the hotel beside him, a five-star hotel, which is quite high-end.

Surrounded by business circles, it seems to belong to the same company as the one last night.

"What did you find, Sherlock?"

The little brown-black curly hair put his hands behind his back, and walked towards him shaking his head.

——*——*——*—*——*——*—*——*——

——I really want to be friends with you.

--stay away from me.