My son can't be this cute

"Are you going to leave me again?" The boy was about to cry, his eyes were red, and tears were rolling in them. Sherlock could fool anyone, but Teddy couldn't. He planned to go to the murderer alone. trap.

"John, take care of Teddy. I'll be back soon, I promise." Sherlock turned around and kissed the boy's forehead. Everyone felt that something was wrong with his move. Watson wanted to hold him, but still One step too late, the detective had already disappeared at the stairs.

"Teddy, your father is just going out for a while, he will be back soon." Watson stroked the boy's head to comfort him, but it didn't work, little Teddy hugged Watson tightly and cried, He hiccupped and said, "That's useless...guaranteed...it never worked...it's all a lie...uh..."

"Teddy, I'm here. Sherlock will come back too. He always has a way." Watson hugged the boy and walked around, coaxing him. Lestrade scratched his hair and felt a little embarrassed. Watson Seeing a group of police officers staring at them, he blushed and coughed.

"Inspector Lestrade, well, is the search over?"

"Oh, yes, it's over, there's nothing suspicious, Anderson, let's go." Lestrade greeted his men, and everyone left, and when the door was about to close, the gentle detective poked his head out again Said: "He will come back, because he is Sherlock Holmes."

The room became quiet again, Little Teddy had changed from crying to sobbing, his nose was red, and crystal tears flowed down Watson's neck.

"Teddy, what have you been afraid of?" Watson said softly. This little boy has been acting well-behaved and a little cunning for his age, but he always lacks a sense of security. I have said more than once that Watson originally thought it was because he didn't grow up in front of his father, but now it seems that the matter is definitely not that simple, and they were troubled by the case, and they didn't even have time to talk about it.

Little Teddy looked up at Watson, and touched his cheek with his small hand. He smiled, but his eyes were very sad. That should not belong to a six-year-old child. Watson felt his heart throbbing. .

"Daddy, help me find my father, please? Don't lie to me all the time, please? Teddy finally found you, please don't leave me again?"

He asked Watson three questions in a soft and childish voice, and each question was as uncomfortable as tears.

"Okay, I'll take you to find him, and we'll go together."

"En!" The boy with the teardrops on his cheeks showed a smile, bright, full of trust, and truly belonged to Teddy Holmes's smile. In fact, those are just dreams, the boy thought.

"Teddy, Daddy will be home soon."

"Teddy, Daddy will be back soon."

Then, little Teddy, who was only four years old, sat in Mycroft's arms and asked the same question sullenly, "Micky, when will they come back?" Someone who should come back.

"Teddy, let's go find him together." The man's face was exactly the same as in memory, the difference was that this time he brought himself along, never to wait alone, never to be deceived again, never to be abandoned again , so hug each other happily and say yes, so this is the truth.

The streets of London have complex topography, and the murderer hiding in them is like a fish returning to the sea. There are reefs and aquatic plants everywhere to hide and prey on.

Sherlock sat in the back seat of the taxi, trying his best to answer the driver's words. An ordinary brother, because he is too ordinary, is the perfect criminal who hides his tracks.

"you have children."

The man was complaining to Sherlock, but he was stunned when he heard this sentence.A man's heart can be cold to the same sex and hard to women, but he can only keep a little softness for children.

"Yes, I have a child." He replied in a soft tone that even he didn't know.

"Me too." Sherlock murmured. He looked at the street scene and was silent. The air suddenly became quiet until the car stopped at an abandoned building.

"arrive."

Sherlock got out of the car, his eyes were fascinated, the man in front of him clasped his hands and fell on his lower abdomen, his eyes reflected some light, and he couldn't see his eyes very clearly, but Sherlock knew that it would definitely not be friendly , given that the black guy was pointing at his vitals.

"I regret that the family card is useless."

Sherlock smiled strangely, raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the man, "I'm sorry too." You wasted the best chance, the chance to kill Sherlock Holmes completely, while he was distracted .

The man snorted coldly and turned around and went in. He knew that Sherlock would definitely follow. A genius is always lonely. This young and eccentric detective is fascinated by all criminal methods, not to mention that this is a serial murder case, perfect , Impeccable, he applauded himself in his heart, because everything was in his expectation, everything.

Holding the notebook in one hand and the little Teddy in the other, Watson nervously looked at the tracking direction displayed on the computer. The little Teddy also had a serious face and his mouth was tightly pursed. The poor driver thought he had encountered something. A secret mission, so frightened that he didn't dare to vent his breath, and carefully drove according to Watson's instructions.

When he arrived at the abandoned building, Watson rushed inside without delay, holding his computer and child, with his Browning in his pocket.

"Daddy, Dad will be fine, right?"

"Yes, don't worry Teddy, we'll find him and beat him up and bring him home safely."

"He is obsessed with solving crimes, analyzing criminal methods, and even fascinated with his 240 kinds of soot, but he is not fascinated with his only son." Little Teddy spit out these words with a sullen face, for the sake of Let him regret it, I have been against him these days, but he still left himself so easily, so as long as it is Sherlock Holmes, can his son really only be in the top three?

At such a serious and worrying time, Little Teddy's words were a refreshing medicine. Watson hugged the boy tightly and smiled, "He is fascinated by you, really."

"Liar." The boy with red eyelids said aggrievedly.

"I'm not kidding you, really."

"Well, I believe, although Daddy is also a big liar." Putting his arms around Watson's neck, Little Teddy pouted, and the innocent military doctor could only laugh and shook his head.