My son can't be this cute

Sherlock avoided this sentence, he looked at Lestrade and asked, "Have you found it?"

"what?"

"Rachel."

"I think you will regret it." Lestrade shrugged his shoulders. "There is indeed this person, Jennifer Winson's only daughter."

"Then?" Sherlock's eyes flickered, because of Lestrade's slightly different expression, usually this not too bad goldfish called Richard Lestrade would not be so calm when After I told him the clue.

"She's dead, just an unfortunate unborn embryo." Just after Lestrade finished speaking, Anderson, who was playing with Sherlock's skull, sneered strangely. He thought it would make the man angry this time, but obviously He is still gone on the wrong path forever.

Sherlock withdrew his gaze, and he pursed his lips tightly. Something was wrong, and it was out of his control. Sure enough, it was because of that fat man, Mycroft, who always affected him. Reliable information from the outside world.

"Dad, we always make mistakes." Little Teddy comforted his father's cheek with both hands. He knew that Sherlock was a proud man, and some people would be proud of their appearance or power, but Xia Locke is proud of his own ability to analyze and observe the case, as important as his breathing, although he usually thinks it is boring.

"John, hold him for me, I need to be quiet." Sherlock turned and said to the military doctor.

"Sherlock, Teddy is comforting you." Watson frowned disapprovingly, but still held the little Teddy in his arms. He didn't understand how his cohabitant could not give this little cutie a sweet kiss, when he After doing this.

Little Teddy bent his eyes and looked at Watson and said softly: "He knows that holding me will distract him." Although he didn't get along with Sherlock Holmes for too long, the boy is It's not complicated to know that this man with sharp eyes and mean temper has a purpose in every word and every look in his eyes, self-willed but straightforward enough.

"Quiet." Sherlock spit out a word. He sat on the sofa with his hands clasped against his chin, his light-colored eyes closed, as if he had entered a mysterious place, and everyone subconsciously quieted down, even Anderson. , but that was because his boss was telling him with his eyes that if he dared to say a word, then the year-end bonus would be lost.

Little Teddy was playing with Watson's short hair, and there was a smile on his small mouth. It really hasn't been like this for a long time.

Soon, Sherlock opened his eyes, and it even looked a little shiny, as if he had seen the dragon of the gold coin, and it was grinding its claws and preparing for a big fight.

"Do you have a clue?" Watson couldn't help asking. He was not a very curious person, but if it had something to do with his cohabitant, he even couldn't wait to find out the truth and follow his train of thought. , although it is somewhat difficult, there is a clear boundary between geniuses and ordinary people, Sherlock and goldfish, but John Watson has been arrogantly walking in and out of that boundary in his later life.

"It's very simple, John, very simple. Jennifer is a smart woman." Sherlock stood up suddenly, and he quickly walked to the computer. Well, it was Watson's computer, and the speed of blinking in front of the computer's owner Just crack the password and use it openly.

Watson opened his mouth to say something, but the crowd made him think it best not to speak.

Little Teddy blinked his eyes and said sweetly, "Dad, I want to know."

Sherlock's slender fingers typed text on the computer keyboard. He looked back at his son and gave him a look like "Are you a goldfish too?"

If I were a goldfish, you would be the father of the goldfish, puffing out his cheeks, Little Teddy told his father with his eyes.

Sherlock retracted his eyes and typed Rachel's name into the email password, clicked to enter, and he said quickly: "Mobile phone, Rachel, it is obvious that Rachel does not mean German revenge. Jennifer has many lovers and has never had one." Being found is enough to prove that she is a smart woman. Before she died, she painfully carved the word Rachel with her nails to leave the murderer's information. The mobile phone was deliberately left in the murderer's car when she was threatened. Based on Jennifer is wearing a conspicuous pink suit. She is a media worker. Her mobile phone should be the latest smart phone, which can connect to email and have a powerful positioning system. The username is the email address, and the password can only be Rachel. gone."

The man turned around, pointed his finger at the image being positioned on the computer screen and smiled, like a child who desperately needs praise, and Watson also gave out his praise without hesitation.

"Dad, that image is pointing at our door." Little Teddy said wrinkling his nose.

Everyone stared at the place indicated by the computer screen, and Anderson sneered, "Look, the mobile phone is not with the murderer at all, you are talking nonsense."

"Dear Uncle Deodorant, can you please be quiet?" Little Teddy turned to look at Anderson and said sweetly, with a smile in his light-colored eyes.

This little devil, he's threatening me, Anderson's eyes widened and he jjj in his heart, no, he can't, he hates everything about Sherlock Holmes.

Watson rubbed Teddy's ears and said softly, "Good job." Although he would be angry with his cohabitant, because he is a restless and mean guy, but that doesn't mean others can casually suspect He, Sherlock never lied, he was really good, Watson knew that better than anyone, and Mycroft was right, he trusted this guy more than he thought.

Murders again and again will not make people vigilant, even in strange places... These messages are spinning in Sherlock's mind, and the text message in his pocket rang, and the man looked down.

"follow me."

"What's the matter with you, Sherlock?" Watson asked, looking at the tight lips of his cohabitant.

"No, it's okay, I just want to go out for a breath." Sherlock replied without raising his head, he put his phone back in his pocket and started to leave, but the blue scarf was caught by a small hand, Fat, with fleshy dimples.

"Don't go, Dad."

"I'm just going out for a walk." Sherlock said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy's light-colored eyes widened with longing, and he clenched his fingers tightly, "Take me."

"Teddy, I can't."