My son can't be this cute

Anderson raised his eyebrows, "Boy, don't talk nonsense here, you will be arrested."

"I didn't talk nonsense, because she's not German." Little Teddy looked up at the man, his small nose slightly moved, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Also, deodorant. After finishing speaking, Little Teddy showed his white teeth, and before the man could speak again, he closed the door with a bang, patted his little hands and turned around, continued to carry his clothes and moved in front of Watson, looking up at the little boy. The face said innocently.

"He'll spoil Dad's thinking."

Seeing the cute and well-behaved look, Dr. Watson could only reply in a daze, "Oh."

Sherlock looked down at the little fellow walking towards him, who took his hand and approached the corpse. "I think the color is ugly." Little Teddy came to such a conclusion after carefully observing the corpse. He tilted his head and showed his little white teeth, "It's a bit like a pink pig."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "I totally agree." He felt that their father and son had an absolute tacit understanding on this point, "But people in the media have always been like this, attracting everyone's attention and grabbing the right to speak."

"Oh, that's a bit of a blessing." Little Teddy nodded, resting his chin with his left hand, blinking his big eyes.

Watson found it very strange that at the scene of the murder, the father and son talked like they were playing house, but he didn't feel anything was wrong at all. The pink corpse was still lying there, but there was something wrong with it. At that moment, Dr. John just regarded her as a big toy, something specially for the Holmes family to play with.

The little hand poked the pink fabric lightly, and the boy raised his head and said, "It's wet, it's raining." He pointed to the water stains on the collar, "It's raining, it's raining heavily."

"What else?" Sherlock squatted down and asked, with rare patience.

Little Teddy rested his chin on both hands and sighed, "Unfortunate woman."

"Pfft." The two men behind him laughed. Watson walked over on crutches, rubbed Teddy's curly hair and asked, "How do you know she's unlucky?"

"Look, Daddy, all her jewelry has been maintained and is shiny, except for the wedding ring. If I like something very much, I will cherish it very much."

Except for Sherlock, Lestrade and Watson looked at little Teddy with surprised eyes, and the latter just stood up and reached out to Watson for a hug.

"You're so smart, Teddy!" Watson exclaimed in admiration. Little Teddy rubbed his arms around Watson's neck with his eyes bent, and said happily, "Dad is even better, he has observed more things."

"Your son?" Lestrade asked.

"My son." Sherlock nodded, with no expression on his face, even the Scottish Inspector's mouth could be stuffed into an egg.He made a half circle with his hands in his pockets, motioning for everyone to look at the corpse, expressing the information he had grasped as fast as a bullet.

"Pink, media, from Cardiff, all jewelry is clean and serviced regularly, rings are not, evidence of an unhappy marriage, clean inside, often taken off, it's clear she has more than one lover, otherwise very It is easy to be found out as married, the back and collar are wet, but the umbrella is dry, which means that it is raining, and the wind is too strong to hold an umbrella, the distance is not far, and it did not rain in London at that time." Sherlock paused , took out his BlackBerry from his pocket.

"It's only raining in Cardiff."

"It's amazing." Watson blurted out, and the man stared at him.

"Did I disturb you?" Watson said awkwardly.

"No, you're...very good." After a brief pause, Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

"He likes you to praise him." Little Teddy whispered in Watson's ear.

"But there is no box here." The Scottish inspector who was thrown aside decided to remind the loving family, oh no, remind them, frowning, Lestrade repeated: "There is no box."

"Are you sure?" Sherlock's face changed, he stood up straight, his pupils dilated slightly.

"Yes, I'm sure, there are no boxes, neither pink, blue, or yellow." Lestrade said seriously.

Sherlock stared at Lestrade slightly sideways, and his eyes turned to the pink corpse and the man, which was a bit impolite, but the inspector of Scotland Yard just looked at him, and didn't mean to blame him, or he was used to it .

"Where is the box!" Sherlock squeezed out from between Lestrade and Watson, and his whole body began to be on guard because of the box that no one understood.

Watson observed Little Teddy's hand reaching out unconsciously as Sherlock passed them, but the movement was so careful that no one noticed except him.

The little child pursed his lips and looked at the back of the man striding away, his light-colored eyes lost their former brilliance.

"Sherlock!" Watson rushed to the aisle outside, which was a little difficult for him, and he carefully yelled at the man who had reached the first floor with the boy in his arms.

"This is murder! Serial killer!" The man turned his head and shouted, his whole body seemed to be glowing, his light-colored eyes were as bright as jewels, suddenly, as if thinking of something, Sherlock stopped his chanting, It seemed that a light bulb had lit up above his head, and he clapped his hands excitedly like a child, and rushed out with vigorous steps like a young Labrador retriever.

"Sherlock!" Watson yelled again, but this time he didn't get back. His cohabitant had already run away without looking back.

"Okay, everyone starts working now!" Lestrade seemed to be used to it, he clapped his hands and let some police officers start to do their own things, following the rules.

"Don't worry, this is his style of handling cases, although I think it is necessary for him to change it." The kind-hearted Mr. Inspector patted Watson on the shoulder to comfort him before leaving.

Sherlock left like a gust of wind, leaving his cohabitant John Watson and his son at the scene of the crime.Everyone was busy, no one said anything to them, but Watson felt that he was an idiot, and he would even interfere with other people's work.

"Teddy, let's go back." Watson pursed his lips and said, this feels so fucking bad, damn cohabitant, bastard Sherlock.

"Oh, Daddy, don't be angry, he's just used to it." Little Teddy shrugged his shoulders and tried to comfort Watson. If it weren't for the water in his eyes, Watson would have believed that the boy didn't care.