Chess and Goldfish

The victim this time was still a girl, only 15 years old.

"Cecilia Bloom, Londoner, 15 years old, just passed the high school." Inspector Lestrade sighed, a trace of fatigue appeared on his face, "Who the hell is so cruel! She's just a child !"

Watson was a little sad, he patted Inspector Lestrade on the shoulder, "Relax, Greg, it has happened, we will always find the murderer."

"It's indeed a serial murder case." Sherlock said with a tense face, "The modus operandi is the same, even this—Miss Bloom's lost feet are the same as Miss Pocky's eyes, They were cut in the same way. This makes me suspect that they have a common enemy, or a lover."

Hearing this, Lestrade and Watson were stunned for a moment, and Gent blinked, and made a posture of listening attentively.

"The two corpses have the same crime location and the same method. Even the victim is a woman of the same age, and the point is, she is underage." Sherlock stood up unhurriedly, and swept over the corpse, "John?"

"Um, I don't know." Watson clenched his jaw, "Because he's perverted?"

Sherlock sneered, "Pervert? You're right, but that's not what I want."

"Lian-tong."

Sherlock turned his head and looked at Gent who was standing a few meters away from him, "Finally there is a smart man, huh?"

Is this a compliment?

Gent tasted the "ha" particle carefully, but in the end he got nothing. He couldn't judge the difference between Sherlock's mockery and praise in form.

"Lian-tong??" Inspector Lestrade gasped, and it took him a long time to swear, "Damnit! What a pervert!"

"Then you should be glad that the victim was not a seven or eight-year-old girl." Sherlock said dryly, "Chopped off both feet and gouged out eyes, I can only say that the murderer regarded them as punishment."

"You actually know profiling instead of deduction?" Gent glanced at him with interest, "This is not your style."

"Profiling? Oh, the great Mr. Ace, you seem to be very familiar with those people from the FBI? Or did you give up your doctorate in finance to fake a doctorate in criminal psychology." Sherlock's eyes were a little scary, He looked Jin Te up and down, and approached him in two or three steps, "I'll always catch your braid!"

Jin Te's face remained unchanged, he raised his head slightly to look at the big man, ignoring Watson and the inspector's mouth that could swallow eggs, "Sweetheart, you are right, what else can I refute?"

What responded to him was Sherlock's heavy breathing, he turned his head sharply, and pointed at Cecilia Bloom's body on the ground, "The murderer's crime tools are large scissors or small knives, the motive is unknown, and he has pedophile tendencies , he must have a lot of 'little lovers', and is keen to dress them up, just like the dolls you ordinary people played with when you were young."

"...You shouldn't mess with him." Watson moved closer to Jin Te and whispered, "If you want to get along with him, you have to follow him."

"He really doesn't understand 'sophisticated people' at all, right?" Gent laughed out loud, "It sounds like you are very experienced? Yes, after all, we have lived together for so long."

"No!" Watson waved his hands in fright, and then felt a little embarrassed, "That's what he is, Sherlock. Well, in fact, I already have a new goal."

"So fast?!" Jin Te was taken aback, "I can't tell, doctor!"

"Hey, it's like this. Sherlock has reminded me that Sofina is not a suitable person. I..."

"You just took advantage of the trend to find a new girlfriend? Then you got rid of Sofina?" Gent gave a look that any man could understand, "Yes, you, doctor, it seems that I underestimated you."

"Gint!" Watson blushed slightly, "I haven't caught up with her yet. Well, let's not talk about me, Sherlock..."

"Thank you, John," Ginter interrupted. "He's a simple man, and I like simple things best."

Watson didn't understand the meaning behind his words, and said in a daze, "Yes, that's right. But that is to say, you showed your heart to him? Your pursuit is almost successful now?!"

I didn't say that.

Jin Te looked at the bewildered doctor maliciously, without explaining.

"Honey, the case is more important, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, you are right..." But he was still struggling, and the poor doctor took a peek at his ruthless roommate.Aww, why does such a good person like Gent fall in love with Sherlock!

Who can use such a murder weapon to kill people?

What kind of person has a pedophile?

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Inspector Lestrade had the body sent to Barts Hospital. He was just an agent from Scotland Yard, not a detective, nor was he a profiler like the FBI, let alone criminal psychology.

He only knows that someone who commits a crime will pay the price.

"Sherlock, thank you." Lestrade pursed his lips and patted Sherlock, then led the people away.

"What does he mean?" The curly-haired detective frowned, his deep eyes filled with confusion and wonder, "I don't work hard at all, how interesting it is!"

"You..." Watson was dumbfounded, "Forget it, I should have gotten used to it by now."

Gent smiled. "That's interesting, where do we go next, sweetheart?"

"Don't call me that!" Sherlock said dissatisfiedly, "Go to her house, I saw the address, the school can't find anything!"

"why?"

Gent glanced at Watson, "You will encounter the same argument as Miss Pocky, John."

It's a pity that the murderer is obviously picking on this kind of girl.

Cecilia Bloom seems to have a small family that is not very wealthy, which has already surprised Watson. He thought it was just like the last victim, an orphan or something, but he didn't know.

The one who opened the door was also a girl, she didn't look very old, Sherlock smiled, "Hi, I'm your sister's friend."

Usually, it works, Sherlock Holmes is a best actor, after all.

However, I also said that this is usually, there will always be exceptions, such as now.

"—Professor???" The girl's exclamation interrupted Gent's thoughts.

He raised his head and looked at the girl who made the voice, "Oh! Daisy? Why are you... Ah, yes, you are also a Bloom."

"Wait—" Watson couldn't help but say, "Gint, is this yours?"

"Daisy Bloom is my student." Gent straightened up in Watson's eyes, and instantly turned into a gentle professor. His sweet and greasy voice was much gentler, and even lowered. "This is one of my best students. Daisy has excellent grades and is serious and responsible. She is very smart and always brings new ideas to the team."

The blond girl blushed immediately, and she looked at Jinte with admiration and admiration in her eyes, "Professor, why are you here?"

When she thought of her dilapidated little house, her blushing face suddenly became ugly, and she forced a smile, "What's the big deal? Why don't we go to the coffee shop downstairs for a drink? Umm, or..."

"No Daisy." Gent smiled, "I just came to ask a few questions."

Sherlock frowned, his eyes wandered between Daisy and Gent a few times, and then he leaned against the door irrelevant.

Watson was surprised to find that Gent's slang was gone, he was like a real professor, oh, what nonsense he was talking about, Gent was a professor, he had attended his class, it was very interesting.

"Question?" Daisy was at a loss.

Finally the curly-haired man who was not the background board spoke, "Yes, I'm sorry I lied miss, I'm not your sister's friend, we are the police."

"Police?! What's wrong with my sister?" Daisy panicked all of a sudden. She looked at Gent, hoping that the respected professor could give her an explanation.

"Miss Bloom, your sister had an accident this morning and is confirmed dead." It was Sherlock who answered.

"!!!" The girl turned pale in an instant, and looked at the three people at the door in disbelief, almost fainting.

When she finally calmed down a little and moved out of the way, Gent and the others entered the house and sat on the sofa in her house, which was not expensive at all. Watson took hot tea for Daisy instead of customers, and the girl said seriously Thanks, though my eyes are still red.

"Daisy, look away."

"But, I only have this one relative!" She said, and couldn't bear it anymore.

Gent patted her on the shoulder from a safe distance, because he was a professor, so he couldn't make a hug gesture, "Good girl, there are many people who love you in the world, it doesn't matter, in the future, if you need something, you can find me, the school Any professor here will help you."

"……professor!"

Sherlock frowned and looked at the two, "Okay, Miss Bloom, please tell us about your sister."

"Sherlock!" Watson looked at him incredulously, "She just lost her sister! You have to give her some buffer time!"

"Oh, really?" Sherlock shrugged insincerely, "Then hurry up."

The corner of Gint's mouth raised slightly, Watson and Daisy didn't pay attention, only Sherlock saw it, he glanced at Gint heavily, snorted, and stared at another room, unable to move his eyes away .

"Can I go take a look?"

Daisy sobbed and cleared her throat, "Of course, please go ahead, Mr. Police."

Sherlock: "..."

Anyway, he was never polite.

Jinte squinted his eyes indifferently, and then comforted the girl who was about to shrink into his arms in a soft voice.

Before leaving, Watson thanked her, and Gent was still talking to Daisy, "If you have something to do, don't worry about it yourself, the school will help you solve many problems, if you have something to do, call your friends, I know you are popular. good."

Sherlock stood at the gate, staring at the two of them impatiently. The black windbreaker outlined his thin figure, but Gent knew that he was the real muscle under the clothes.

"I thought you'd let her call you, Gent." Out of the complex, Watson sniffled, "She looks so pitiful, losing her only relative."

Sherlock said mockingly, "She doesn't care about her sister at all."

"what?"

Watson looked at Sherlock incomprehensibly, but the other party ignored him. Seeing this, Gent sighed, "Sherlock is right, John. Daisy doesn't need other people's pity, she can be proud , although, maybe the target is me, to win sympathy or something..." At the end, the voice dropped.

"She's obviously taken a fancy to you. Do you want to develop a teacher-student relationship? Since the age difference between you is not much, it's not even the standard of a child lover." Sherlock snorted, obviously hearing what Gent said.

"Who recruited you sweetheart again?" Jin Te's face remained unchanged, and his voice suddenly rose a degree, returning to his sweet and greasy nature.

Sherlock's face suddenly looked like he had eaten a fly, he glared at him, and strode forward to leave, with Gent's smiling voice behind him, "Isn't it jealousy, dear Sherlock."

Shut up!he jealous?joke……

These stupid people with empty or full brains!

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—jealous, sweetheart?

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