My son can't be this cute

Something was wrong, and Sherlock Holmes, 27, frowned, his light eyes fixed on the little curly hair.

Curly hair, light eyes, round jaw, and confidence without stage fright, the little guy named Teddy Holmes.

Putting all the details into his brain, Sherlock began to analyze quickly. He was sure that he hadn't gone out to fool around, and he was sure that the current technology hadn't invented boys, and he was even more sure that he didn't have sex with his cohabitant. The first time they met, they didn't even have dinner together, and all night, he visited half of London with three nicotine patches on without taking a breath, so, if you strip out the impossible, the least likely thing left is the truth up.

Although Sherlock Holmes has never lacked the courage to accept the truth, this fact is a bit beyond imagination.

"My son?" Sherlock rarely used interrogative sentences, which usually only appear when you are sure that you are not a goldfish head, because he will finally tell the other party that he is a goldfish head with his eyes.

"Well, your son, my lord, Teddy Holmes." Little Teddy said with his eyes bent, without any tact.The father and son looked at each other for a while and got enough information from each other, while Watson on the side felt that he must be dazzled, why he saw two advanced computers flashing infinite data analysis in front of him.

"Son!" The dizzy John came back to his senses, and his eyes widened again. He quickly looked down at the little Teddy who was holding his hand, and stammered, "Isn't it a girl?"

Little Teddy said sweetly, "Daddy, it's a boy." He took off the bear's hat while talking, the two braids were fake, and a little curly hair was exposed, which was a bit messy, but that It just makes him more lovable.

"God!" Watson jjj, his blue eyes closed, he always thought Teddy was a girl, how could a boy be so cute!

"No, it's not God, it's Lestrade!" Another voice sounded, and a man rushed in with a hint of urgency. Suddenly, there were three big men and a little boy piled up at the gate, which seemed a bit crowded. Hua Shengsheng hugged little Teddy subconsciously to prevent him from being crushed to death by the serious atmosphere.

Little Teddy hugged his daddy and looked at the person. He had gray hair, but he looked very capable and handsome. Judging from his expression, he was in a hurry and even a little tangled. His white shirt showed that the other party had at least He hasn't changed his clothes for two days, and there is a small section of white sleeve exposed from his left hand, which is particularly prominent in his dark coat.

"Sherlock, the fourth suicide case."

"No, Lestrade, it's the fourth murder." Sherlock corrected the honest officer with a smirk.

"Okay, whatever, hurry over now." Lestrade frowned, obviously not wanting to argue with this weird man.

"You know I never take a police car, but I'll rush over later." Sherlock quickly refused, and got a helpless but still compromising look from the man.

The door was closed. That was a well-educated police officer. Watson said with difficulty in his heart. As soon as he looked up, he saw his cohabitant's eyes glowing as if he was about to jump up. Yes, he jumped up, and He strode up to the stairs.

"Wait!" Watson hurriedly called to the other party, God, what happened to all this, he was sure that what he was holding in his arms was not a toy teddy bear, but a real little boy, his cohabitant Why can he act like he wants the extra son not to be his son but a very juicy Chinese cabbage!

Sherlock turned around and stared at his cohabitant, looked him up and down, and Watson's "what about my son" swallowed back in the other's gaze.

"Military doctor."

Watson nodded, and then knew he had made another stupid mistake, because it was clear that Sherlock didn't need his answer.

"Did you do well?" He used a question, accompanied by a raised chin, but there was no doubt.

Watson stood on crutches. The habit of soldiers could not be changed. He pursed his lips and replied, "Yes."

"Then you must have witnessed many traumas, all kinds, and even many fatal ones." The man whispered as he walked over, with temptation.

"Yes, very many." Watson didn't know what was going on, but his body automatically answered the other party's question, because those light-colored eyes carried some kind of magical power.

"Stop!" Little Teddy stretched out a small white hand, bent his eyes and pointed out, "Father, if you need an assistant, just say so, you don't need to use this method."

Watson froze for a moment, he stared at the other party, so this is some kind of trick?Because this guy needs an assistant?

"Hmm, I'm learning a simple hypnotic technique recently." Sherlock shrugged his shoulders, not blushing at the fact that he was exposed, but just showed a conceited smile, "It seems to be working well."

"Father, don't bully my daddy." Little Teddy said with a smile showing a row of neat little teeth.

"Okay then, Doctor Watson, do you want to see more?" The man lowered his head and asked lightly, his light-colored eyes looked like crystal-clear gems against the light, with a hint of mystery and a hint of j□j puzzlement.

"Is this some kind of method that I'm learning?" Watson said dryly.

"No, this is a sincere invitation."

"Well, I think that's a good suggestion."

The blue eyes stared at each other, and the blood of the soldier made Watson bravely accept the invitation from his eccentric cohabitant.

"Okay, what are you waiting for?" Sherlock straightened his collar and looked like he was about to run towards the scene. He had already given up the idea of ​​getting gloves. The fresh corpse and the case couldn't wait to get a pair. Time for gloves.

Seeing the other party's clothes in a hurry, Watson had already grasped the doorknob with his right hand, so he quickly stopped him.

"What about Teddy!"

Sherlock turned his head, looked at Little Teddy for three seconds, his mind was thinking quickly, he pursed his lips and walked over, picked up his son and left a word.

"Take it over."

Watson widened his eyes and looked at the man's back. A gust of cold wind blew from outside the door. The hem of the man's coat had disappeared. Doctor John began to jj, God, that was a crime scene. Was the little boy really okay in the past?

With messy hair, Dr. Watson hurriedly followed, gritted his teeth and stared at him, growling inwardly.

"Asshole, can't you wait for a disabled person!"