[Comprehensive British and American] Magic London

"Why should I help you break into someone's house?" Harry couldn't help but turn and ask out of curiosity.

"Because you want to." The young man spoke quickly, "Since just now you have been observing my behavior, blinking and peeping like a curious short-haired cat; when these wastes appear You will appear in time, which means that you are a good person through and through; your limbs have obviously been exercised, and you should like sports very much, and you are not tall, so this sport must lack bouncing." Seeing the other party's eyes widening unconsciously , it was obvious that he was right, the young man snorted proudly, "In my eyes, you are like a blank piece of paper that is concise and clear, so don't talk nonsense, open it for me!"

Harry took a few steps forward, took the dagger, blocked the opponent's view with his body, and secretly used the door-opening spell.After the door opened with a click, the boy suddenly stepped forward and pushed himself away.

"Damn it's a step too late!" The teenager complained, and then said commandingly, "Call the police."

"Huh?!" Harry felt that he couldn't keep up with the boy's train of thought.

Perhaps he was flattered by the young man's stupidity, so the young man explained with rare kindness, "The guy inside has been dead for at least a day, and if it drags on, it will affect the freshness of the autopsy." Seeing that the man didn't move, the young man's patience disappeared immediately, Voice command: "Call the police! Immediately!"

Although he still had doubts about the boy, Harry still acted obediently.After confirming that there was no phone in the house, he went to the phone booth on the street and called the police.

"Don't stand stupidly at the door." The boy frowned, he needed to get the box on the high place, "Come and help." This person only has a little height and strength.

Harry stood in front of the boy, looked at him carefully, "Tell me who you are and why you are here."

"Heh." The corner of the boy's mouth curled up dangerously, and he introduced himself for the sake of the other party's usefulness: "Sherlock Holmes, the identity is a detective, and the deceased is one of my insiders."

"Harry Cullen." Harry responded politely, his impression of detectives was only on the TV that Aunt Petunia loved to watch. "Aren't you too young for a detective?"

Sherlock silently glanced at the young man again, "As a person who has just grown up but has experienced a war, what qualifications does Mr. Cullen have to say about me?" He circled around the other party, "Interesting, very interesting." This What is the significance of this defensive posture?Why don't you take out any important weapons in your sleeves?

Just when Harry couldn't help throwing out the spell, sirens sounded, and he noticed the disappointment on the boy's face.

"I won't expose your lies, and you also have to keep silent about everything before." Before the police arrived, Sherlock warned.

Spider's End Alley is a low-end complex industrial area, and the residents are mixed with everyone, so it is very common for people to die here.After checking that there were no wounds on the body of the deceased, the police handed over the body to the co-worker of the forensic doctor. They already believed that this was an ordinary case and ruled out the suspicion of homicide. "The two of you will go back to the police station with me to make a record."

"Just leave it like this on the spot?" Sherlock refused to get in the car, he pointed to the open door and asked.This idiot actually ignored the evidence like this. "You should cordon off and send a forensic investigation."

The police officer sneered, "Here, I have the final say." He pushed the boy into the car, "Stop playing detective games, little brother."

Harry felt a wave of anger coming from Sherlock, and he subconsciously held the boy's hand, always feeling that something bad would happen if he didn't.

Sherlock restrained his momentum. He turned his head and looked out of the car. Cullen was the first person who still dared to approach after being seen through by him.

About a quarter of an hour later, the group arrived at the police station.Harry was a little nervous, so he imitated Sherlock's relaxed posture.

As expected by the young man, the police officer just made a simple record, and didn't ask the reason why the two 'passed by' the scene at all, and didn't even mention the pry mark on the door lock.Harry only responded when he asked himself, all other questions were answered by Sherlock.

"Okay, thank you both for your cooperation." The policeman said the concluding remarks casually, put the transcript in the folder, stood up and advised, "Spider's End Alley is not a place for good boys to go."

Harry held the hand of Sherlock, who was regarded as his relative. After the two left the police station, they went directly to the restaurant on the street. The sound of the boy's stomach rumbling made him pretend not to hear it.

"It's very late." Harry tilted his head towards the phone at the door of the store, "As a minor, you need to report to your family that you are safe."

Sherlock glared at Harry, then got up and went to the front desk to borrow the phone. When he came back, he had a fruit plate in his hand, "It's from the boss."

"What did you do?" Harry looked curiously at the emotional female boss not far away.

"Oh nothing." Sherlock shrugged, and gracefully began to cut the steak on the plate, "Just tell her that her husband is having an affair."

Harry wanted to say 'how did you know', but resisted the urge after seeing the obvious expression on the boy's face. "Where do you live? I'll take you back later."

Sherlock paused for a second, then he raised his head and replied, "No, I can go home by myself."

"Since you are my relative now, I think I have an obligation to send you home, lest you appear in other inappropriate places." Harry said imitating the tone of the police officer just now, "Little brother Sherlock. "

"Whatever you want." Sherlock rolled his eyes, and it wasn't the first time he had encountered so many nosy guys.

On the way to Holmes Manor, Harry regretted countless times why he got into such trouble.Perhaps in retaliation for his previous title of 'underage', Sherlock showed the performance of a real 11-year-old, asking questions with first-class acting skills.Harry answered with mixed truths and falsehoods, and couldn't tell how many words he was caught.I don't know if it's too late to come back after getting off the car.

"Cullen." Sherlock's tone suddenly became serious, "Are you going to do something bad to me?"

"Why do you say that?" Harry smiled awkwardly, and then shouted at Merlin angrily, "You...see it?"

The author has something to say: When I write about detective boys, I always feel that IQ is not enough to use QAQ

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