Chess and Goldfish

Savile Row.

In Mayfair in London, there is a street famous for customizing traditional men's clothing, known as the "golden location for tailoring".

It is parallel to Regent Street, not very long. On this street, there are all custom shops next to each other.

By the way, Savile Row is not far from the three crime scenes, and Baker Street is also very close.

When Sherlock and the others arrived, Inspector Lestrade had already surrounded the store. It was an old store that had been open for nearly 60 years. Roddick's Tailor".

The wooden decoration has a sense of age and a strong British style. The door handle is made of copper, which is very retro. When you push the door and enter, it is difficult to see some very "modern" things inside.

As soon as you walk in, you will be greeted by men's suits hanging all over the wall, from shirts to coats, from ties to cuff buttons, everything is available.There is a sofa and a coffee table in the center, on which are an atlas of custom-made suits, as well as tea sets and desserts.

Wooden furniture, embellished with green and gold, even the candlesticks are in a unique custom style. On the far left is the cashier counter of the boss. It is very messy, scattered with some drawings and account books, only an old computer from the last century .

He did not accept enough of the "modern" things.

Gent subconsciously looked at the chandelier above his head. The warm yellow light gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Footsteps sounded from the second floor, and everyone looked up. It was a white male in his 40s who came down. He raised his head and glanced at the people who had invaded his territory majestically, and didn't say much. .

Even seeing these people from Scotland Yard.

Sherlock rubbed his chin and leaned against the table in the window, watching Lestrade negotiate with that person.

"Simon Lestrodick?"

The man nodded, there was no emotion in his sky blue eyes, "It's me."

"You're under arrest." Lestrade took out the police-detective-ID from his pocket, and motioned for the people behind him to lock him with handcuffs.

Lester Roddick didn't resist, but said lightly, "Why do you think it's me? I'm just the owner of a tailor shop. I don't even know what murder you are talking about!"

"No matter how much you quibble, it's useless! The evidence is conclusive!" the gray-haired detective said word by word.

"Oh? Then I want to hear it." Lester Roddick said amusedly.

Gent looked at the two with great interest, not paying attention to Sherlock's thoughtful eyes.

"You're a pedophile!" Anderson said, rushing to point to his nose.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone had an expression of "I don't know this person".

Sherlock sneered, "huh...stupid."

"Sherlock Holmes!!!" Anderson turned his head and glared at him, "Then tell me!!"

"Gavin, why would you recruit such a person into the team? It seems that Scotland Yard will be finished sooner or later. Not only has he lowered the IQ of the whole street, he doesn't even know how to spell IQ, right? Simple minded and undeveloped limbs guy."

Hearing Mr. Detective's words, Lestrade wiped his face tiredly, "Okay Anderson, don't talk, now turn right when you go out, and don't let Sherlock see you."

"—Everyone!"

"Okay, don't let everyone see you." Lestrade spread out his hands, expressing his powerlessness, "Is that okay? Now, Sherlock, tell me how he became a murderer!"

"What else is there to say?" Sherlock was impatient, "This is already a fact!"

Gent patted the little detective who was leaning against the window with him, "Honey, they don't have as high an IQ as yours, and they need a perfect analysis of the test paper."

You are stupid!Don't think that just showing off your EQ means you have a high IQ!Guys who need a relationship guide!

The Scotland Yard agent gave Gent a hard look.

Sherlock raised his chin and gave Gent a sideways look, and let out a heavy nose, "John, give him Peter Subocket's ID card."

As soon as the name came out, the boss was already tense. He tensed his muscles and looked at Sherlock with dark eyes, "Who is he? I don't know this person."

"You know him." The curly-haired detective raised his chin, "He ordered a suit from you two months ago, and his information is still on your cashier desk. You also saw him last week, and you were in the supermarket The production number on the can of instant coffee on your left shows that you did go to the supermarket last week, and you are used to going to the one next to Savile Row. Look at the one printed in your room. A plastic bag with the name of a supermarket, but this bottle of coffee is only sold at the one I went to in Sabokot, a new product-oh, although this brand is not very good."

"What does that mean! That man is my customer, and I know him," cried Lestrodick. "Does that mean I'm a murderer? I didn't kill him!"

"Of course you didn't kill him." Sherlock quickly walked to a small door behind the cash register. He bent over and made a comparison, then pulled Gent who had nothing to do with him, "Go in, put Take out the tool hanging on the wall inside, it’s scissors.”

"How dare you—" At this moment Lestrodick roared suddenly, "You can't go in! You can't!"

Hearing this, Sherlock bent his lower lip, "No? Why not? Oh, because you love your profession? Are you proud of it? You don't allow others to finger-dye your scissors? - Gent , what are you waiting for! Take it out!"

The little brown-black curly hair raised his eyebrows, got into the door that was a bit short for Sherlock, secretly made a note of Mr. Detective, and laughed at his height!Really have you, wait for it sweetheart!

"I don't need your testimony. Lestrade can check the DNA directly with scissors. Even after cleaning, there will still be residues on it." Sherlock lied to him without blinking, and the other party's blank appearance caught his eye. Coming is the precursor to confessing everything.

"Also, we never said it was a homicide."

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Simon Lestrodick, a tailor.

He is very rich, and has been a tailor for bespoke suits for generations. It can be said that their shop ranks in the top five on Savile Row.

Simon was married, married a beautiful wife, she was obedient and gentle, but she was for his money.

It hurt his body, it hurt his mind.

Therefore, Simon hates all women who are not pure, but what kind of people are pure?

A child, probably a child.

He gave them money, bought them luxury goods, and while pleasing them, he hated the faces of these people.

look!Children are also so dirty and greedy, there are no innocent people at all.

Katerina has a pair of beautiful big eyes, she likes to buy all kinds of sunglasses, her face is small, wearing sunglasses is very beautiful, Simon likes the way those eyes look at him, the beauty is amazing.

Cecilia's feet are small and delicate. She has a habit of collecting all kinds of high-heeled shoes, all kinds of high-end and low-end, color styles, and even high-quality materials. She even found the crew of "Cinderella" and wanted to I want those crystal slippers.Simon didn't say much about it, but in the end she didn't get the shoes.

As for Gabrielle, she is a beautiful girl, the French like to dress up, there is no doubt about it, her favorite is a shiny diamond ring, and she collects everything that can be worn on her hand, beautiful and delicate.Gabrielle was almost ready to make a hand model, and Simon especially loved the way his hands touched her.

However, they all violated his taboo.

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"Who can say it's his own fault?" Watson sighed. Both Simon and the three girls must have the worst side of human nature.

Lestrade greeted the three of them, got into the police car and left Savile Row.

Gent sniffed, and buried half of his face in the scarf. He was short at first, so he looked more ageless with such a shrinkage.

Watson smiled and walked to his side, "It seems that you cooperate well with him." As he spoke, he motioned to Sherlock who was walking in front, his black coat was tightly wrapped, and his steps were fast.

It was getting dark, the surrounding shops were lit up, there were many stars in the sky, and the moon was in its first quarter.People are walking on the street in thick clothes, holding hot coffee or tea in their hands, talking and laughing, very warm.

"Cooperate?" Gent recited in a low voice, and the voice from behind the scarf was distorted.

"Yeah, we cooperated very well." Watson smiled honestly, "I know he told you that I'm looking for a job, and I really like this kind of excitement, but you have to understand that I'm not young It's..."

"I understand." Gent interrupted him, showing a rare sincere smile, "John, you want a home."

The blond doctor blushed all of a sudden, coughed a few times coyly, and smiled awkwardly, "Hey, you, um, you're right, but..."

"There's nothing to be shy about, isn't this the truth?" Gent bent his eyes like two crescent moons, "I also want to have a family."

I once wanted to have it, and I did have it.

But then, he lost everything.

It would be cruel to lose after gaining it.

Gent knew that the man in front heard their conversation, but he didn't care. Although the words were sincere, it cannot be denied that he was really planning to tell Sherlock.

"Gint, I have to find a girlfriend!" Watson said seriously.

"Oh baby, haven't you been looking for it?" Gent smiled.

"No, no, no, I mean, you won't leave Sherlock, right?" His worry was written all over his face, Gent's smile narrowed, he stared at the doctor for a while, slowly nodded.

"Before I leave."

Watson heaved a sigh of relief, walked up to Sherlock in two or three steps, winked and said something to him, Gent laughed after watching, he took a deep breath of late autumn air, he has been depressed recently Emotions are swept away.

His eyes turned to the opposite side of the road inadvertently, and a black figure flashed by. He was wearing a three-piece suit and was holding a black umbrella in his hand.

Jin Te took a breath, and things in his mind suddenly became clear.

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——I want to have a home (poor)

- Looks like old Mr. Ace didn't give you the fatherly love you deserved (dry)