My son can't be this cute

Chapter 62

When Sherlock came home, he saw a woman sitting on the sofa, John's sofa, and John was standing next to him, and little Teddy was nestling on his sofa and doing homework. This scene was really dazzling, the detective sipped Luckily, when Little Teddy saw him coming back, he threw the pen towards him and ran towards him, somewhat easing Sherlock's anxiety.

"Dad, Teacher Mary asked you for help on a case."

Sherlock hugged his son in his arms, his originally squinted eyes loosened, he walked to his sofa and sat down, seeing his cohabitant standing beside that woman stupidly, he felt an eyesore, so he pursed his lips Say, "John, tea."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll go right away, Mary, you can tell Sherlock now." Watson was reminded by Sherlock before he realized that he didn't prepare refreshments for the guests. prepare things.

Mary withdrew her gaze and looked at the man in front of her. His high cheekbones and light-colored eyes stared at her as if he was looking at something. She smiled and said, "Mr. Holmes, I know you from John. It's a detective..."

"Consult the detective." Sherlock interrupted the other party's words ungentlemanly. He had already withdrawn his scrutiny. Blonde hair, good temper, the type John Watson likes, boring.

"Sorry, I'm here today to sincerely ask for your help." The woman's pale face flushed with embarrassment.

"Of course, if the case is interesting, I will investigate it, but this is not help, it's just my personal interest." Sherlock said sharply. He is not a saint, so he doesn't need to hear such words, at least not from his military doctor. It is not necessary.

"Oh, yes." Mary nodded. Although she was a little embarrassed, she still smiled with a good temper. Teachers have occupational diseases and are usually more tolerant of children.

"Then please get to the point, I'm listening." Sherlock said calmly, he didn't like to make excuses, and cut directly to the point so as not to waste time, but this kind of well-meaning and extremely efficient suggestion would always get A stare or a look of surprise, like there's something wrong with it.

Mary pinched her fingers, and it seemed that she didn't just know how to speak. She was just an ordinary elementary school teacher who advocated knowledge and received education, but she had to go against her own ideas to seek help. It was really frustrating She felt ironic, but that incident was really terrible. If she didn't say it, she would collapse, so in the end the blonde woman whispered a word with her lips trembling.

"I'm afraid I've been damned."

Sherlock felt the little Teddy shrank back in his arms. Just like Watson, Teddy Holmes is usually as sensible as a little adult, but he is a little afraid of ghosts. He dare not go alone at night. In the toilet, Watson was always woken up, and he dared to go in by holding his little finger, even though the bathroom was in the room, and the inner bed was only three meters away.

The consulting detective rubbed the other party's black hair to comfort the little guy, his eyes once again fell on this Mary Morstan, this time it was just pure observation, ghost?Sherlock Holmes doesn't believe it, all crimes are man-made, no matter how strange, but after seeing through those hypocritical means, the truth is not difficult.Money, power, love, there is always one motive for committing a crime, without exception, and the reason why people always attribute such things to ghosts and ghosts is because they are all selectively blind goldfish, and would rather spend a lot of time on They make up stories in their own minds, exaggerate the facts, and are unwilling to use their little heads to observe carefully even for only 1 minute.

"Please say it again, Miss Morstan." Sherlock said with a frown. Usually, his temper is really bad enough, but today is different. This Miss Morstan is not an ordinary person.

"You can just call me Mary, Mr. Holmes." Mary said gently, she is not a very beautiful woman, but her smile is very dazzling, few people can resist, but obviously, Sherlock Holmes Species are out of the ordinary category, he said in that nonchalant tone.

"Miss Morstan, I don't think we are familiar enough to exchange Christian names."

"Sherlock, don't be so mean, don't bring the emotions on the case home." Watson came over with black tea and snacks, his eyebrows furrowed, and he said to the wanton detective.

at home?Interesting vocabulary, Sherlock raised the corners of his lips and didn't care about what Watson said before, he only cared about what he wanted to know, so he put his hands together on his lower lip, and said to the blond woman again: "Remove those emotional words and Your own conjectures or other people's stupid conjectures, restore the truth, Miss Morstan, I think you who have successfully become a teacher will understand what I want from the Information Department, right?"

"Yes, I can understand." Mary said weakly. She had rarely seen such an unreasonable person, but anyway, this Mr. Detective's method was indeed the most effective and most effective way to get rid of these bad feelings. suitable.

Watson didn't interrupt, but moved a chair over and sat next to Sherlock. As usual, little Teddy nestled in his father's arms and acted as Mr. Skull to accept his father's "caress".

"My aunt passed away some time ago. She was married once before. The other party was ten years older than him and had a son. But they divorced after a few years. Then my aunt never married again. For several years, my aunt's stepson has been living with my aunt for financial reasons. I am an only child, and the property was left to me after my aunt died. My cousin, Barry Gwen, my aunt's stepson, also lives temporarily. There, he originally planned to move out, but I thought he was a relative after all, so I let him continue to live, and then I moved in but found that I seemed to be caught in a horrible incident."

Mary licked her lips, her eyes widened slightly with fear, she took a sip of tea and continued, "I live in one of the rooms, next to my cousin Barry's, but From that day on, every night I heard strange noises, at first I thought it was just the wind or some kind of common noise, but then I found that the noises were very regular, I asked Barry, he said he didn't hear the noise, Until one horrible night, I saw a strange thing with my own eyes, and I was sure it was in my room..."

"What's that?" Sherlock interrupted the other party's words, with curiosity in his eyes.

"It was a... spotted bag, and at the same time I heard that horrible sound, and there was thunder outside the window, I suspected someone was in my room, but when I blinked, the strap was gone If it is a human being, how could it be possible to take things away so quickly, and the doors and windows are all closed."

Mary said in horror, her face was pale and her lips were trembling, "I had someone search it, but there was nothing, I was frightened, I was very ill, I was very scared, my parents died, so I also I didn’t dare to stay in that house any longer, so I could only go back to my own residence. I knew you from John, Mr. Holmes, and I sincerely came to ask for your help. Although the house is not very valuable, it is my house after all. Auntie, there are some memories that cannot be easily let go."

"Of course, I'm interested." Sherlock pressed Teddy to Watson, clasped his hands together and smiled.

"Then you took it?" Mary shouted with some joy.

"Yes, let's go, let's go and have a look now." Sherlock got up and said, not forgetting his black coat, blue scarf and Watson and Teddy as before.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the property that Mary had inherited. The house was not very big, but the surrounding scenery was beautiful and there was a large piece of land. Because the location was far from the urban area, it was not worth it in terms of market price. Not a very lucrative fortune.

Little Teddy sat in Watson's arms and kept looking at his father with a puzzled look. Can you not be blamed, even he, a little boy who is not even six years old, knows that his father's love for Mary If the teacher has a good impression, don't most people just directly refuse contact with the other party?

Sherlock glanced at his son, pursed his lips and said nothing. He looked the same as usual, but Watson, who was careful, found that Sherlock was more clingy than usual. The specific evidence is as follows.

When they got to the room Mary was talking about, Sherlock leaned next to him and asked him in a nonchalant tone what he thought, thought, what the hell could he think, could he say he loved the color of this room too?

When Mary pointed out to them where the speckled tape had appeared, Sherlock touched his arm again and asked if he had any thoughts. Watson stared at the floor. He was not a detective, but a doctor. Corpses and no living people, only a speckled band once lay, what could he think.

When he was going to the bathroom, Sherlock followed him. Has he changed from the usual 12 years old to the current two years old today?

"Sherlock, if I want to go to the bathroom, it's better for us to take turns, or are you in a hurry?"

"Oh no, John, I'm just checking this vent." Sherlock smirked, and the young military doctor hesitated and finally went in.

Little Teddy tugged at his father's sleeves. Teacher Mary was preparing refreshments for them. Now that Daddy was in the toilet, they could have a private conversation.

Sherlock was too lazy to bend down, a small cohabitant is enough, now there is another little Douding, he directly reached out and picked Teddy up from the ground, and the latter also hugged his neck firmly in a tacit understanding , The father and son waited at the door of the toilet and chatted. Fortunately, the sound insulation equipment was good, otherwise John Watson might choose to love the toilet for a lifetime after hearing these words.

"Dad, don't you feel the crisis?" Little Teddy raised his hand and scratched Sherlock's nose.

"I'm here to investigate, Teddy." Sherlock said casually, his eyes observing all the small exits in the house.

Little Teddy snorted softly, and then bit his tongue and laughed again. He knew how his father could do nothing, the man who regarded the case as more important than eating and sleeping, but today he was like a little Like a milk cat, he has been circling around Daddy.

Sherlock's "investigation" ended when John came out of the toilet, handed Teddy to Watson, and then seriously observed the house.

Watson rubbed his son's ears, touched his chin and asked, "What were you talking about at the door just now?" Although he could hear the sound, it was obvious that the sound insulation effect of this house was not bad. Less than specific content.

"It's nothing, Daddy, I just told Dad that the last piece of chocolate cake in the refrigerator is mine, he can't eat it, it's too early today, I don't have time to eat that little cake." Little Teddy pretended Sighing regretfully, Watson kissed his nose and smiled.

"I'll buy it for you when I go back, and Sherlock will eat that one."

"You are so kind, Daddy." Crooked Eyes kissed him, Teddy Holmes thought to himself, sure enough he was Daddy's favorite.

After viewing the house, Sherlock went out to observe the neighborhood. The view was wide and there were no residents nearby. He searched for relevant information on the Internet with his BlackBerry. Watson came out with Teddy in his arms, and Meili was making a phone call inside. , it seems that the cousin named Barry Gwynn is coming back.

At about six o'clock, the sturdy man came back, with dark skin and a pair of brown eyes hidden under the eyelashes. He grinned and greeted Sherlock and the others, and wanted to touch Teddy's head, but was caught The latter escaped.

"Sorry, Mr. Gwen, he is a little shy." Watson explained, but he was also surprised.

"No, it's all right, Dr. Watson." The man smiled, and his eyes moved away from Teddy and fell on Mary.

"My dear Mary, is there anything to gain?"

"No, Gray, Mr. Holmes is still investigating."

"Mr. Holmes, have you found anything?" The man asked, looking at Sherlock with his head tilted. There was a smile in his small eyes, and he didn't look like a decent person. Before that, Sherlock always thought that Mycroft's smile was the most phony, but clearly this one surpassed the fat one.

"It's nothing." He turned his eyes to Mary and said calmly, "Miss Morstan, I think you just had hallucinations due to mental pressure, and there is nothing abnormal in this house. The doors and windows are burglarproof. It’s also very good. I suggest you relax and continue to live. After all, it’s your aunt’s house. As you said, this place holds a lot of memories for you. Don’t give up this place because of these doubts. Live here with peace of mind. Bar."

"Do you really think so, Mr. Holmes?" asked Mary nervously.

"Yes, I'm sure it's safe here."

On the way back, Watson couldn't help turning around to look at his cohabitant, and asked, "Sherlock, is this really just her hallucination?"

"John, why do you care so much about that Miss Morstan." Sherlock asked slowly, and did not mock John's little head as usual or immediately start his explanation in exchange for John's praise.

"She's Teddy's teacher." Watson replied to Sherlock with erratic eyes.

"Really." Sherlock took a deep look at the other party, then pursed his lips and strode forward.

"Hey, Daddy, you're making Dad angry." Little Teddy raised his face from Watson's arms and pouted.

Watson was a little startled. He looked at the cohabitant who had gone away and then at his son, "I didn't do anything."

Little Teddy: "..." Should I say something, or is it better not to say anything, will Daddy understand if I say it?I said will daddy be angry, because daddy didn't realize it, I don't say daddy won't be angry, because daddy is so stupid and didn't realize what to do in the end. When he got home, he decisively called his dear Micky, and hid in Sherlock's room and whispered it over again.

The man who was enjoying the lamb chops put down his fork, and with a smile on his lips, he said, "My dear nephew, leave them alone."

"But Dad seems to be angry, and Daddy doesn't know why Dad is angry at all, and the chocolate cake can't appease him."

Mycroft raised his hand and knocked on the table, gestured to Lestrade not to worry before answering the boy's question.

"In that case, I think your father has his own considerations, and those words will not be sincere."

"What?" With too small hands, Little Teddy asked while holding the phone in both hands, his brows furrowed.

"Don't worry about it, Teddy, he is your father, my younger brother, can Sherlock comfort others? Especially if the other party is still the type that John admires, don't underestimate your father's Desire to control, it will only be more than mine." Mycroft said teasingly, he didn't believe Sherlock's good intentions, if there was nothing wrong with him, with his temperament, he would have been yelling about boring and stupid things. Kind of words, after all, being mean is already a part of his life.

The light-colored eyes were round and round, and Teddy Holmes finally understood what he should do after being enlightened by Mycroft. Be good, don't disturb your father's plan.

"Teddy, what are you doing in Sherlock's room?" Watson asked as he brought out the dinner.

"Tell Mikcy our little secret." Little Teddy replied, sitting on the chair with his eyes squinted. Watson didn't mind, after all, Mycroft was very fond of his nephew, and boys always needed something of their own. Space, as a good daddy, Watson is very tolerant.

"Sherlock, it's time to eat." Watson yelled, but the man in the nightgown on the sofa didn't respond. Watson was amused, and walked over to rub the detective cat's hair, threatening: "If you don't After dinner, I will tell Greg not to give you a case, not to give you any boring ones."

"John, you don't have that right." Sherlock rolled his eyes and said.

Watson snorted, and dropped a sentence as he walked, "I can also tell Mycroft that he will never watch you mess around, and he has the right to do so."

"John!" cried Sherlock disapprovingly, and he stood up, barefoot, staring, and went straight to the dining table, like a tantrum-like child who, to Watson's delight, was no longer two years old at least, You don't even have to feed him yourself.

"If only you could get rid of this bad habit of walking barefoot."

"To shut up."

Watson shrugged his shoulders, determined not to bother with this wayward child.Sherlock picked the onion rings out of the plate with a fork and muttered, "I don't like this."

"But we said, I'll make the decision." Watson lightly stopped Sherlock's picky eating with a fork, and he gave another stare.

"Eat it." Watson said expressionlessly.

"..."

Little Teddy stared blankly at his fathers while nibbling on his little tomato. He rolled his big eyes, and suddenly felt that his father was taking care of two children. It must be an illusion. He blinked, and then secretly took The green peppers were picked out.

"John, Teddy picked out the green pepper!" Sherlock threw his own son into the water in dissatisfaction. Little Teddy glared at his father, angrily stuffed the green pepper into his mouth before Watson could speak, pouted his butt I got out of the chair and ran upstairs to the bedroom.

"Sherlock, you can't be so hard on Teddy just because you don't eat onion rings." Watson glared at his cohabitant, who just rolled his eyes and said, "He's not angry at all, he just rushed to your room Just spit out green peppers in the bathroom."

Watson: "..." Teddy must be their own, and Sherlock's genes account for the majority.

And the little boy from the Holmes family who was angry was coming out of the bathroom at this moment, wiped his mouth and sat on the soft chair to continue talking on the phone with Mycroft, smiling with crooked brows and eyes, showing no signs of anger.

When he was sleeping vaguely at night, Watson woke up suddenly. He was sure that someone was in his room. Although he had already bought a small bed for Teddy, the little guy would still get into his bed many times. At this moment, the military doctor subconsciously took his son into his arms to protect him, and at the same time looked around vigilantly. Just as he turned his head, he saw a tall and thin figure standing beside him. Watson almost cried out in fright. .

"Sherlock, what are you doing here?" After seeing the figure clearly, Watson felt relieved. He asked while turning on the desk lamp, adjusted the light so that it would not be too dazzling, and rubbed Teddy's hair to confirm He was not woken up.

He looked at his cohabitant, not the usual silk pajamas, but a go-out outfit, with a coat and a blue scarf, with his hands in his pockets, and blinked his eyes when he looked at him, not knowing the word "disturbing the people" at all. How it was written, and after dragging Watson up without any guilt, the thin lips parted slightly and said with a smile.

"John, come out with me."

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