My son can't be this cute

"Hey, Sherlock, you're late, I've gathered enough evidence that your little tricks are useless."

Sherlock frowned, "Anderson, you completely destroyed the scene again."

"Hey you bastard!"

"Shut up." Sherlock pushed his face away with his hand and walked in, leaving an angry man behind.

"Well, that, please let me go." Although Dr. Watson thought it was funny, he still held back his smile and spoke politely.

Anderson raised his eyebrows and looked at the small man in front of him. There was no interesting information, but the little guy in his arms aroused his interest.

"Sherlock's relatives?" Don't blame Anderson's suspicion, because in his heart, that weird man has long been married to work, son, God, that's impossible, can you imagine Sherlock is interested in women, and even goes to bed Have a shot?And there is one thing, Anderson can be sure that work cannot produce small work, and it is a little guy with curly hair and big eyes.

"Let me guess, is it a nephew or a nephew? It should be a nephew. A nephew is more like an uncle..."

"Son." Little Teddy tilted his head and interrupted the man's words.

"Well, I'll just say it's my son... um... son? Son!" Anderson's eyes widened, but Watson had already entered when he crossed his arms to leave enough room for the gate, although Teddy was Sherlock's son is a fact, but before the cohabitant spoke, Watson felt that it was better not to let irrelevant people know, especially the arrogant forensic doctor.

"It's too late, John, you don't need to talk to that goldfish at all from now on." Sherlock was talking to Lestrade and said without raising his head when he heard the footsteps.

The analogy was amusing, and Watson was amused, but he apologized awkwardly at the sight of some serious police officers in the room, and belatedly realizing the fact that this was a crime scene.

Lestrade was in such a hurry this morning that he didn't notice what he should have noticed in the first place. His blue eyes darted around Teddy and Sherlock, but he didn't speak yet. It was interrupted.

"Lestrade, I think the matter should be more urgent." Sherlock said while putting on his gloves. He no longer expected that there would be too many traces left on the scene after Anderson came, useful traces, not useless waste.

"But these two people..." Lestrade dryly wanted to remind the man in front of him.

"This is mine." Sherlock glanced at Lestrade, the impatient eyes said that since you are a goldfish, don't always interfere with my thinking.

Lestrade pursed his lips, which meant that as a goldfish I would shut up first.

"Don't pay attention to him, he's just a little anxious." Little Teddy patted the inspector's thigh. In fact, he wanted to pat the shoulder, but he was not tall enough. Watson was putting on a safety suit for him. It was a bit too big, the sleeves were rolled up, and he hurried in with the little guy in his arms. He felt ashamed because of the ambiguous words of his cohabitant.

Lestrade looked at the little guy who was still waving to him in the arms of a man, and suddenly smiled. I have seen a lot of stinky tomboys in the police force, so it is really amazing that such a cute and furry little guy suddenly appeared. It was novel, but soon the strange eyes of his subordinates made Mr. Inspector realize how inappropriate it was to laugh out loud at the scene of the murder. With a cough, Mr. Inspector from Scotland Yard hurried in.

Watson carried Little Teddy up the stairs. It was damp and dark. Little Teddy hummed a song and looked not afraid at all. He played with his hair as if they were not going to the murder scene but to ride the merry-go-round. Dr. John had to lament the power of genes.

"Aren't you afraid? Teddy." To be on the safe side, the doctor decided to ask first.

"Don't be afraid, Daddy, I will protect you." Little Teddy patted his chest and said firmly. The words were so warm that Watson curved his lips, "I'm not afraid either."

On the second floor, as soon as he entered, he saw a cohabitant who was almost stuck on the corpse. On the pink aggregate, Sherlock was like a greedy spider, sniffing the scent of the prey on his web.

Lestrade who came after him leaned against the door frame and asked, "Did you find anything?"

Sherlock stood up straight and walked over to Watson without saying a word. He just quietly stared at the corpse with fascinating eyes.

"To shut up."

Watson was startled by the sudden sound. Could it be that he just said what was in his heart!

"I didn't say anything." Lestrade said embarrassingly behind him. Without Sherlock saying anything, he knew that the phrase shut up was definitely for himself, and he was used to it from years of cooperation.

"You're thinking, it's annoying." Sherlock gave a reason without looking back, and the corner of Lestrade's mouth twitched.

Watson knew this was a murder scene, and it was immoral to laugh, but God, Sherlock's reason was so funny, he scratched his cheek and tried to bear it, but the little Teddy in his arms stroked his hair , showing his small white teeth, and said, "It's okay, Daddy, just laugh if you want."

"Ahem." Lestrade coughed, a little embarrassed, and Watson also coughed. The two men conveyed each other's meaning in this way.

"I understand you."

"Thank you for your understanding."

Little Teddy turned his big eyes, hugged Watson's neck, and looked at his father. He has now completely entered his own thinking palace, undisturbed, approaching the corpse like a dexterous cat, a little Mystery, more excitement.

He squatted there, like a black cat guarding its prey, the whole room was very quiet, no one disturbed him, Watson blinked his eyes, feeling a little weird, because his own breathing rate slowed down unconsciously pace.

"Did you find anything?" Someone broke the silence, and Watson turned to look. It was Anderson, the arrogant forensic doctor, with a triumphant tone.

Sherlock didn't speak, just glanced at Anderson, but the latter thought he didn't find anything, so he was a little complacent, he looked at his fingers, and said casually: "She is a German, and the letter left is German. means revenge."

"You're wrong, that's the name." The immature voice sounded, Sherlock pursed his lips and temporarily gave up an idea, shutting Anderson outside.

Little Teddy patted his father's hand to signal him to put himself down, because he was too small, and when he was standing on the ground, the safety suit was dragged to the ground, Little Teddy frowned, his hands were like Pulling up the safety suit slightly like holding up the hem of the skirt, he walked slowly in front of Anderson.