Chess and Goldfish

Late autumn in London always has a smell of salty sea water, which is not unpleasant.

There are many pleasure boats on the Thames, brightly lit and staggered.Occasionally, the sound of dance music from a distance can be heard, and the people on the deck are dancing happily, against the sparkling waves on the river, it is so beautiful.

Gint and Sherlock walked on the riverside, neither of them spoke. Both of them were wearing black trench coats and scarves today. Their curly hair fluttered in the wind. Looking from behind, one tall and one short, they thought they were brothers.

Watson is looking for a new target. The girl is Susan. She sent him a message, saying that she couldn't find her reagents and asked Watson to help. By the way, Susan is a colleague of Watson's new job. .

"You don't care if he finds a new job?" Gent was a little curious, he remembered that Sherlock said he needed an assistant, and he also paid Watson's salary.

Sherlock kept his mouth shut and didn't speak, he thought of what he said in the room that day.

John was a little helpless, "I have to find a decent job, of course, I'm still your assistant, I will be with you on your case!"

Sherlock was lying on the sofa in his pajamas, very dissatisfied with this, "John, my card is in your place."

"It's not about money." Watson said helplessly.

He really enjoys this kind of excitement, but he also needs a stable job.

"I found a clinic." He didn't look at Sherlock's eyes.Watson was short of money, but he didn't want Sherlock's money, especially considering it came from the British government.

He shivered.

Sherlock looked at him thoughtfully, "Mycroft doesn't have time to take care of my stuff, neither does property."

"It's different!" Watson exclaimed. "Sherlock, I don't want to depend on you. I have to have a job, whatever it is."

"You are my assistant."

"Yes, yes, I am!" Watson looked at the man who seemed to be stating his point of view but was obviously dissatisfied, "But you will also encounter boring cases, right? At that time, I don't need to follow you."

"What if I meet a time when I need you?" Sherlock rolled his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Gint." Watson said dryly, "I will ask him, he is happy to help you, right? I can see that he is also a man who likes, um, this kind of mouth." Although he just a university professor.

Now Sherlock stopped talking, and he fell into his own thoughts. Watson chatted with him a few times and found that he didn't respond at all.

"God, it's really hard." Watson sighed, closed the door and went out. He was determined to find a job, and Sherlock couldn't stop him.

But... Gent?Sherlock quietly closed his eyes when he heard the door slam shut.

It is also a good choice.

At least you can get rid of nicotine patches.

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"I was surprised when he asked me to come. Did you quarrel?"

Sherlock saw Gent's expression from the corner of his eye, he was always smiling, a good actor, he looked very dedicated.

"No, he has his own business to attend to."

Jin Te raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

They walked side by side for a while, and the cruise ships on the river gradually decreased. They walked to the bar street. There were nightclubs facing the street, with exciting music coming from them, some ecstatic or *, and the lights flickering, full of atmosphere.

It's okay to be quiet, in some noisy bars, women wear scantily clad clothes and dance close-fitting with men.

Sherlock didn't look sideways, and Gent observed the nightlife in Britain with great interest. In fact, most of them were the same.

Suddenly, the man beside him stopped.

"Sherlock?" Gent looked at him in surprise.

She clapped her hands with a "slap", Sherlock's eyes lit up, "Gint, let's go back to the scene of the crime!"

"What? Wait, what did you think?" Ginter yelled, but Sherlock had already run to the road to stop the car.

The black taxi stopped in front of the two of them, Sherlock sat in the left seat, and Gent shrugged and sat in.

"What did you think of?" Jin Te tilted his head to look at him. The man didn't speak, but just sent text messages.

"Sherlock!" Gent raised his voice.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just suddenly wanted to check." Sherlock said sullenly, and he put away the text message.

"You must have discovered something." Gent said firmly.

"It can't be confirmed. The body was transported to Barts Medical College, but it's too far from here to Barts. When we return to the scene of the crime from there, there are too few people in the surrounding hotels." Sherlock curled his lower lip, "But I believe my memory is different from yours."

Frightened by detective curly hair's sudden outburst of bastard, little Gint blinked his eyes and closed his mouth.

"Sha-inter-sex-intercourse 1." Sherlock's eyes brightened, "When I checked the corpse this afternoon, although she lost her feet, her inner thighs were flushed, as if she had been rubbed by something for a long time. Same."

"...How do you judge?" Gent silently glanced at the driver in front of him, and found that the other driver was stiff, wishing to pretend that he didn't know anything, he smiled and asked Sherlock.

"He's a child lover, but it's weird that he cherishes his little friends and gives them the best in whatever it is, he has a lot of morals and these women die decently - except for the body parts It was destroyed, and he finished the murder and dragged the body into the street."

"This shows what?"

Sherlock glanced at him impatiently, "Use your brains! I thought you were different from those people! He is a child lover! This has already been explained! Share-intercourse-sex-intercourse is a child-love. One of the most common ways to have direct sex-relationships with women!"

"Sounds reasonable, you are amazing, Sherlock." The man whose IQ was questioned was not angry, and answered with a smile.

The detective took a look at him, held his breath and ignored him. Although he hid the smugness in his eyes very well, he was still discovered by Gent.

What are you doing in a fit of anger?

But everything you do is cute ╮(╯△╰)╭

The driver couldn't stand the two of them, so he drove to the destination quickly and threw them down.

"You scared him." Gent pursed his lips and laughed.

A rare smile appeared on Gent, and Sherlock snorted twice, "That only shows that he is poor at accepting it."

The scene of the crime was at the entrance of a shopping center in the business district, diagonally across from office buildings, Internet cafes, bars, restaurants and hotels.

Sherlock stood there, walked left and right, and then stopped in front of the hotel.

"Go in and see?"

Sherlock didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes at Gent.

Jin Te tightened the scarf around his body, "What's the matter, my dear? I'm not right? Only hotels are eligible for homicide, and that's an obscene activity, right? It's not in a hotel, is it on a road like this?" Or Such a crowded place.

The curly-haired detective twitched his nose condescendingly, and walked into the hotel first.

The lady at the front desk raised her head blankly, saw the person coming, raised a professional smile, and blinked, "Hello, the hourly room costs 2 pounds for 69 hours, and the overnight double room costs 210 pounds. The room is fully equipped , if you need special services, please call the front desk, please show your ID card, would you like to pay in cash or by credit card?"

"..."

Looking at the somewhat stiff detective, Gent laughed behind him and his stomach ached. Are all British waiters so funny?

He suppressed a smile and leaned closer to Sherlock, "Honey, you pay?"

"Pissoff!" Sherlock squeezed out two words forcefully, and pushed Gent's hairy head away.

He took out the first item from his pocket—of course it belonged to Lestrade, and pointed it in front of the front desk lady, "Police."

Under the trembling description of the front desk lady, they found that no suspicious person appeared at that time. Gent shook his head, "Your description is wrong, Sherlock, who stipulated that the two must open the room together? The murderer will definitely not go with him."

Sherlock quickly lay down on the front counter, "Where is the monitoring room?! Also, give me the list of people who registered this morning! Please."

Jin Te followed behind him with a smile, and cast an apologetic look at the frightened front desk lady.

Unexpectedly, the surveillance video did not have any footage of suspicious persons, but there was Cecilia Bloom. She entered the hotel at around [-]:[-] this morning and never came out again.

Sherlock's face sank, all the registered personnel basically matched the information with the surveillance, but he knew that this list of registered personnel had been tampered with and lacked some content.

After coming out of the hotel, neither of them said a word, they just walked forward dully, took a taxi and went back to Baker Street.

Sherlock closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, and Ginter sat beside him, his whole being in a state of emptiness.It was rare for Sherlock to look at him twice more when he opened his eyes, "umm, I thought you would ask something."

"It's no good knowing too much." Gent subconsciously answered.

Realizing that Sherlock was sitting next to him, Ginter paused, "Sorry, just kidding."

"It seems that Mycroft did not pay you a high employment fee, and your surveillance activities are not competent." The man rolled his light gray eyeballs.

Gent suddenly approached Sherlock, "You can see how high the monitoring level is around me." There was no strange smell of men's perfume on him, only a touch of mint, Sherlock moved his nose, and was surprised to find that he The degree of repulsion here is not high, and I heard Gent's soft voice, but it was extremely heavy. He repeated what he said the last time we met, determined and serious, "I'm on your side, Sherlock."

His eyes were dark brown and there was something written in them that Sherlock couldn't read, emotions he couldn't analyze.

Deduction doesn't work anymore?

But he still didn't believe it.

After getting out of the taxi, Gent waved and left.

Sherlock glanced casually at the second floor. John didn't come home tonight. He quickly opened the door and went upstairs. He took off his clothes and kept them on the floor. He pulled the curtains with his arms tensed, and then lay cross-legged on his back. On the sofa, clasped his hands together, clasped his index fingers tightly against his chin, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He could feel the rapid increase of adrenaline, surging in his body, the rapid contraction of his heart, and the things released from his brain made him extremely excited, and he knew that his muscles were trembling without checking him.

He really didn't need anything to stimulate himself.

Somebody picked up the gauntlet, didn't they?

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——This is not a gauntlet, I am telling the truth (grievance

- but I can't wait