My son can't be this cute

Chapter 54

When Harry sent little Teddy to school, he heard a big event. Two students were missing. A little boy with a schoolbag chattering.

"Hey guys, how do you know that?"

I was taken aback by Harley's sudden interruption, but seeing that the woman didn't look like a bad person, and there was a student from their school next to her, the boys were relieved.Although I was told not to talk nonsense, but the child couldn't keep the secret, and told Harley everything in a few clicks.

It turned out that early this morning, a boy and a girl in the senior class disappeared, not in their dormitory. Miss Mackenzie, who was in charge of managing the dormitory, quickly notified the parents of the children, but the strange thing was that the children The parents decided not to call the police.

"Max is Claude's younger brother. He is seven years old and the other is nine years old. We are Claude's classmates. Their father is Rufus Bruch, the ambassador to the United States." A freckled little boy The tall boy told Harry all the information, because the chocolate candy was really delicious.

"Oh, so this is a kidnapping case!" Harry's eyes lit up, isn't this a good opportunity?Test for yourself whether the detective boy is really capable, after all, people in love are always too blind.

"You're being rude, ma'am." The tall boy said with a frown. He looked like an upright boy. If it wasn't for the chocolate candy, the little boy probably wouldn't have said anything. After all, the boy in front of him told him not to do that with his eyes.

"Sorry, I just thought of something else." Harry blinked, waved to the two little guys, and sent Little Teddy to the door of the classroom.

"Little guy, will your father take this kind of case?" Harry lowered his head and asked Little Teddy.

"Yes, as long as it is interesting enough to make him think for a while, even if it happened in Africa, he would happily run over."

Harry grinned and kissed little Teddy to make sure he was in before going back. She had to tell the detective about it and supervise and inspect the goods herself.

Little Teddy came to the classroom, but before Mike Bealer came, Angelo was already sitting upright in the classroom, reading a book.

"What are you looking at? Angie." Little Teddy threw his schoolbag on the desk, turned around and asked the boy,

Angelo raised his head, his amber eyes became more translucent against the light, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, pointed at Ben and said softly, "It's "Grimm's Fairy Tales."

"Oh, I thought you would look deeper." Little Teddy blinked and said with a smile.

Angelo smiled gently, and asked, "Doesn't Teddy like fairy tales?"

Little Teddy wrinkled his nose and said, "I don't like it, it's boring." He paused for a moment and then rolled his eyes and said, "I like the bedtime stories Daddy told. It was a case he and Daddy solved together. interesting."

"I think so. Personal adventure stories are always more interesting than stories that are only conceived in your mind." Angelo nodded in agreement.

Little Teddy scratched his cheek and said, "But fairy tales are pretty good too. Most people like them because they are perfect." The boy's voice was immature, but he spoke with a little adult emphasis, which was a bit funny.

"Yes, a perfect fairy tale." Angelo narrowed his eyes, which made him look a little different from usual, but little Teddy couldn't tell what was different, so he opened his mouth and said, "Fairy tale They are all beautiful, dad said children should read more fairy tales, shall we read them together next time?"

"Okay." Angelo said, bending her eyes.

"Well, then it's settled." Seeing Angelo with a gentle face, Little Teddy also heaved a sigh of relief, got rid of the weird feeling from his mind, shrugged his shoulders and turned around to take out the textbook , I heard that the new teacher is sick today, so I can't come over. The substitute teacher seems to have a bad temper. I heard her high heels before the morning self-study time. It's really boring.

Angelo caressed the fine paper with his fingers, and his long eyelashes gently embraced those beautiful eyes. He said softly, "Fairy tales are meant to deceive children." But the boy opposite didn't hear it. Just take a pen to preview the textbook, of course it is not a first-grade textbook, but a higher level.

The sun shone on the black-haired boy's fingers, almost transparent, and on the page accompanying the illustration, there were forests and bread crumbs. A strong black hand stretched out, and the kidnapped child screamed silently.

Baker Street, when Harry rushed directly into the living room and yelled that there was a kidnapping case, he found that there were two strangers and an acquaintance in the room. The blonde woman walked over and stabbed Sherlock's arm, "Hey, Sherlock , who are these two?"

Donovan looked at Sherlock with hellish eyes, then glanced at Harry, and said angrily, "Freak, how can you cheat!"

Lestrade coughed and tugged at his sleeves, "Shut up, don't talk nonsense."

"Boss, why am I talking nonsense? This guy himself said that John belongs to him. It's only been a few days, and he changed another one!" Although Donovan hated Sherlock, he always said nothing in front of her. Tell some facts with mercy, but she likes John, that gentle military doctor, this couple has long been favored in their Scotland Yard, and what the fuck is going on today, Gao who is not interested in anything except the case and John Functional sociopaths learn how to cheat!Can this fucking world be any more shameless!

Harry finally understood what the look meant, she rolled her eyes and said, "We're not a couple, I'm not interested in guys with long faces, and I'm here for business, what are you two guys doing here ?”

Lestrade and Donovan suddenly realized that they were also here to do business. Mr. Inspector scratched his cheek in embarrassment and looked at the blonde woman and said, "I am Inspector Lestrade, and this is my subordinate." Officer Donovan, we are here to deliver a case, and the lord personally appointed Sherlock to take over."

"Oh, you're the detective who's hanging out with your boss, tsk tsk, you're really good-looking, if you were a girl, I'd definitely chase you, I forgot to mention, I'm Harriet Watson, John sister." Harry patted Lestrade's shoulder carelessly, with a familiar look.

Lestrade blushed fiercely when he heard this. Although he had already decided to date Mycroft, it didn't mean that he would be brought up in public. Chang turned around and walked outside.

"Sherlock, let's go first, come here quickly."

"Hey, Inspector Beauty, don't you need a police car to take us there?"

Hearing that, Lestrade nearly twisted his ankle, but Sherlock saved him, thank God, that guy doesn't like riding in police cars.

Watson is at work, and it's best not to disturb him at the end of the month. Sherlock pursed his lips and put the phone back in his pocket. Harry rolled his eyes and smiled and said, "I'll go with you."

Sherlock gave him a strange look, "You're not a doctor."

"I'm the doctor's sister!" Harry said proudly, and pushed the detective's shoulders with both hands, looking excited.

"Let's go!"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, and finally said nothing. He tied his scarf and raised his long legs and set off to the destination. In fact, it was his son's school. If it is settled, he can be brought back by the way. Maybe the military doctor can be appeased. That regular grumpy mood at the end of the month.

Raised his hand to find a taxi, the driver was very panicked, why did he see this man again, but his partner changed, did he see something he shouldn't see, tangled all the way, and soon arrived at the school .

"That man looked at us strangely." Harry wrinkled his nose and said doubtfully as he watched the taxi go away.

"He thought the two of us were having an affair." Sherlock said this lightly as he walked inside, Harriet Watson turned around and raised his middle finger at the taxi.

In the school, the children were still in class, and the constant accidents these days obviously made the principal feel very annoyed. His original thick hair had fallen out a lot, and the fact that the hairline was receded made the man who held a lot of power feel a little sympathetic to him , so I didn't pursue too much about the previous things.

The police car stopped at the dormitory, Sherlock glanced at the teaching building and then, like an agile Labrador, rushed towards the crying woman in the orange blanket without the slightest hesitation.

"Miss Mackenzie."

The cold voice made the sad woman look up, and then she was grabbed by the shoulders of the other party, shaking violently, she swore that she seemed to see a demon.

"You are responsible for the safety of the students, but the kidnapper broke in yesterday. Are you drunk or are you also involved in this kidnapping case!"

"Oh no, God, I didn't. Everything was normal yesterday. I went to make an inspection before I fell asleep. At that time, the children were still sleeping peacefully in the crib. God, I am not an accomplice. Please believe me!" McCann said. Ms. Qi begged while panting violently, she had already blamed herself enough, and not being optimistic about the two children had made her so sad that she couldn't think.

"Okay, Miss Mackenzie, don't worry, of course you are not an accomplice, I just want you to speak quickly." Sherlock retracted his paw, put it in his pocket, and shouted as he walked: "To Mackenzie Miss Qi, a breathing paper bag!"

Harry followed the detective with round eyes, "Damn it, you were so rude to that lady just to make her speak faster!"

"It's for efficiency." Sherlock said without looking back, and if he counted the time, he should be able to take Teddy home by the way.

Lestrade and the others led them down to the children's dormitory. Harry stared blankly at the man. From the moment he entered, he kept looking for clues with his paws and nose like a hound. , and finally he paused on the book, and Harry walked over to take a look, it was a copy of "Grimm's Fairy Tales".

"It was John's favorite when he was a kid." Harry said with a glance.

"It's not surprising." Sherlock flipped through the book and found that the latest bookmark stayed in front of a story called Candy House. The siblings were abandoned in the forest by the wicked stepmother, and the clever younger brother tore the breakfast bread into small pieces. The child was thrown on the road, and only by the breadcrumbs did he find his way back again.

"He didn't like the story," said Harry, wrinkling his nose.

"He doesn't think there should be bad guys?" Sherlock responded, and Harry froze for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he nodded.At that time, John, who was only four years old, came running with a book in his hand and told himself that he didn't like this story. He said that there would be no such bad people in the world, and he was their mother.

"That's the stepmother." Harriet, who was also a little kid and had just been spanked by her mother, said annoyedly while lying on the window sill.

"That's my mother too, who can cook delicious food and wash the clothes for John and Harley!" Little John rarely refuted his sister's words. There are no bad people at all, at most there are a few people he doesn't like.

The corners of Sherlock's mouth curled up slightly after hearing what Harry said, he put down his book and called towards the door, "Anderson."

"What are you calling me for?" Anderson asked with his hands in his pockets and frowned, leaning on the door frame, didn't Sherlock wish he couldn't see him.

"Do your job." Sherlock rolled his eyes and said, he really didn't expect Anderson to come up with any unique insights, but could he do his job well.

Anderson grumbled as he passed. Fortunately, although his self-righteous views were stupid and wrong, his job was good, and he helped Sherlock detect the footprints.

"Height, weight, gait speed, how the children were dragged away at that time..." Sherlock muttered while bending over to scrape off the marks on the floor and put them in a bag. He needs to go to Barts Hospital, and Jasmine will help He tested it together.

"What is he doing?" Harry poked Anderson's arm curiously, and the latter frowned again, wondering who this woman was.

"Talk, idiot." Harry rolled his eyes directly at the other party, and Anderson pursed his lips and said impatiently: "In his words, he is observing, he is used to talking alone, and he used to What a weirdo to rush straight into the scene of a case with a skull in hand." But since the doctor appeared, Sherlock's eccentricity has never appeared again, because he has a better confidant, and that guy And compliment him, like a gentle mother who dotes on her little one.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" Anderson's inner rant just ended when the doctor came.

"I'm watching, John, wait, let me watch you first, yes, you have a stain on your clothes, coffee, obviously, and a bit of light nail polish, rubbed on it to show that it was just It’s not the smell of perfume on Sarah’s body. The frizzy character should be new here. All the clothes have been washed and there is no change of clothes, so you went back to the apartment. You came here in a hurry and didn’t change clothes, which means you are in a hurry , not Teddy, Teddy is at school, not Harley, I texted her and said she was with me, so you are here for me, and it is related to the case, because I also told you that I checked at school case."

"Beautiful reasoning!" Watson bent his eyes and gave the detective what he wanted, and the latter also raised the corners of his mouth with unconcealable pleasure.

"So now, what are you going to give me?" Sherlock stretched out his right hand, looking like a child begging for candy, his light-colored eyes even sparkling.

"A paper bag with bread crumbs in it." Watson said as he handed the item to the other party. He was used to seeing any strange things around him, so he subconsciously thought that it would be useful to his cohabitants. , including a paper bag with bread crumbs.

"John, follow me!" Sherlock strode outside with a paper bag in one hand, and the little military doctor followed without any resistance, as if they had known each other and cooperated all their lives.

Harry blinked at the situation, and suddenly laughed, she turned to Lestrade, who was doing follow-up work, and said, "Beauty, please tell Brother Sherlock when we have to meet. "

The Scottish inspector looked at that handsome figure in astonishment. If that woman met Mycroft, would there still be a future for the British Empire?

The quietly flowing river, the uninhabited grassland, and the abandoned factories, the sunlight shines through the little gaps into the darkness. On the soft cushions are two sleeping children, covered with soft blankets, and beside them is a A blond man cleaning a gun.

The cell phone rang suddenly in the quiet air. He answered it quickly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. Even though he was sitting in the dark with a gun in his hand, his expression was still gentle.

"I'll take care of it, don't worry, no, I know you're not worried, so it's not comforting, okay, see you later." Putting down the phone, the man's ears moved, because there was a slight movement behind him, he Looking back, I saw the little girl looking at him in horror, and then quickly covered her eyes.

The mask was placed on the right thigh, and the blond boy said a foul word angrily, and he got up and walked towards the little girl.Claude stepped back in horror, but still insisted on not taking her little hand off. She felt that the other party stopped in front of her, and he was approaching her. Don't kill my brother."

The movement of the man's hands paused, and he asked a little strangely: "Why should I kill you?"

"I didn't see what you look like, so please, I won't tell them what you look like!" Claude said sobbing. She was already nine years old and knew that she was kidnapped now, and she had just died Seeing that person's appearance, after the show on TV, children will be ripped off. She is only nine years old, and she doesn't want to die. Thinking of this, the girl can no longer control her emotions. She is sad and wronged and even overcomes her fear.

"Hey, don't cry." The big blond man coaxed a little at a loss.

"Please, don't kill me!" Claude was screaming. She felt that she would be killed. For the first time, Moran felt how terrifying the imagination of a nine-year-old child was. The other party was not careful enough to prepare soft cushions and blankets for them, and that blanket was given to him by the child, and it was as important as his gun.

"I won't kill you."

"Liar, I saw your face. It said on TV that you will be killed if you do this." The girl's history accused a nine-year-old girl who didn't believe her parents but always regarded TV or books as classics .

"I promise I won't hurt you, otherwise you wouldn't be able to continue talking to me."

"You promise?" the girl asked hesitantly.

Moran smiled helplessly, and said gently: "Yes, I promise."

His gentle tone made Claude carefully raise her small face, and slowly let go of her hands. This time, she clearly saw the other person's appearance.The man has the most shining blond hair in the world, a pair of gray-blue eyes that are crystal clear, and his expression can even be said to be sincere. Claude finds it incredible that a kidnapper has such a gentle expression.

"Now you believe it, I won't kill you."

"But that's not right." The girl said dryly, she even made gestures, and stupidly analyzed why the other party had to kill her to make sense. Moran was amused by his ignorance that day, he had nothing to do with children In the experience of getting along, the child never acted like a baby to him, and since he was three years old, he has been a sensible and considerate child, which will make Moran feel regretful, and his status is destined to not have much time to spend with each other.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood." Claude asked cautiously. She let go of her guard, but her body still maintained a protective posture, for her brother Max, the sleeping boy.

"Well, no."

"Lie." The girl pointed out sharply, looking quite bold.

Moran smiled, and couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the other's little head. He was resisted, but soon, the girl let him touch it docilely.

"You are brave," the man said.Claude's eyes suddenly brightened, she rarely received praise, her father was busy with work, and her mother was more willing to attend the activities of those noble ladies than caring about their siblings, and such a compliment came from a person who kidnapped her .

"Are you hungry?"

"What?" Claude asked blankly, the man smiled, stood up and said, "Pizza and hot milk are not bad, I recommend this."

When Claude was sitting on the soft cushion eating milk in one hand and pizza in the other, she felt that this was incredible. The blond man had already left. Of course, the cunning did not forget to lock the doors and windows. This place is terrible, but it is also It was warm enough, and the blanket on her body was so delicate and lovely, Claude thought it was so weird, and the man even gave her some chocolate candies, God knows she hadn't touched these things for the health of her teeth.

"Is this the last candy dinner?" She remembered asking, but the other party froze for a moment before answering.

"No, it's just a reward for a good boy."

"What a weirdo." Claude murmured softly, holding the chocolate candy in her palm. Who would use chocolate candy to appease a nine-year-old girl.