Wake up every day as a superhero

Greg Lestrade didn't know that he was being missed by that little bastard. He was still doing the last test, standing in the field and facing a young man who was at least ten years younger than himself. People, Lestrade is still very vigilant.

Even though he is Batman today, he can see through everyone's punching routines, but he still worries that his physical strength may cause him to be powerless.

But it seemed that such worries were unnecessary, and soon Lestrade won his first victory. He shook hands with his opponent, and the young man looked at him with eyes that seemed to be shining, holding him The strength is also great.

"You are wonderful, Inspector Lestrade, and I admire you very much."

Lestrade wanted to pull his hand back from that guy's hand, but... he frowned, did this guy hold it too tightly, and by the way, why did he keep touching/his palm, this Is it a hint?

No matter what kind of hint Lestrade is ignoring, he has no idea of ​​developing a new relationship with anyone else. If it is true, he must have someone to choose as the object of his love. That person's name should be Mycroft Holmes, and anyway, Mycroft is still very attractive to Lestrade.

That person looked at Lestrade with a * in his eyes, and that kind of * made Lestrade avoid it. Fortunately, the next game will start soon, and he can temporarily escape this hot eyes.

Standing below, Sherlock touched his chin and said to Donovan: "It seems that your detective is very popular, and... there is more than one person."

Sherlock said so, and there was a sense of pride in Donovan's raised eyebrows.

"Our Inspector is the best boss ever, and a very charming man by the way."

But even such a charming and nice guy is now a divorced man, and sometimes it seems that good men don't really get happy.

"It seems that the fat man needs to have a sense of crisis."

Fatty?Sense of crisis?Who the hell is this guy talking about?

"Speaking of which freak heard you moved? Your old landlord finally can't stand you?"

"It seems that you don't need to be concerned about this, detective. You should care about your own relationship."

When the two were bickering, Anderson, who had always had a bad relationship with Sherlock, rarely intervened, but Sherlock was all focused on Lestrade at this time, and didn't care about the insignificant goldfish at all.

With the ability of Batman, Lestrade easily won the final victory. When the final results were announced, the homicide team cheered. The reputation that had been lost for two years finally came back again. How does this look? It's hard to come by.

Lestrade walked down from the field, and everyone in the homicide team hugged him, especially those young people who just came in were even more excited. In the next year, the homicide team will be able to hold their heads high, no Will be laughed at by those bastards pointing at the back.

"I've packed the dinner tonight, for our victory this year."

Lestrade himself was very happy, so he said such words to his agents, and those younger guys cheered even more happily.

"Sherlock? Are you still here? So what's the matter with you looking for me today? If it's a case, I'm sorry that there is no special case recently."

Lestrade thought that what Sherlock wanted was a case, but Sherlock made it clear that he didn't care about any case today. He opened his mouth and smiled and said to Lestrade: "Inspector Lestrade, since I was evicted by the landlord Mrs. Hudson today, so can you temporarily take me in for a night?"

"Get out? Mrs. Hudson?"

Lestrade looks like you're sure?Mrs. Hudson, an ordinary old man who seems powerless, by the way, when Sherlock started to listen to what she said, didn't Mrs. Hudson's words usually go in one ear and out the other?

"Yes, so can you keep me for one night? My credit card was also suspended by that fat man McCoff."

Lestrade felt that there were loopholes in Sherlock's words, but after seeing that damned smiling face that seemed to be fawning on him, he nodded and agreed to Sherlock's request, the request for a stay.

Lestrade covered his eyes after knowing what kind of decision he had made. This decision was so stupid!Why did he agree to the little bastard!

"Well, only today."

"Of course."

When Mycroft returned home after finishing his overseas affairs in the shortest possible time, the first news he got was that Lestrade and Sherlock were together. Went to his least favorite bar.

Mycroft cursed under his breath, what the hell was that little bastard going to do to him again.

"Where are Sherlock and Greg now?"

Mycroft asked Anthea, and Anthea read the latest text message and said, "Inspector Lestrade and Holmes have arrived at the inspector's apartment."

Mycroft rubbed his nostrils, and he exhaled. Originally, he should go home and have a good rest, because he didn't sleep all night after he and Lestrade separated. Miao is still at work, and even McCoff still has a meeting to attend tomorrow morning.

But... the little bastard obviously wanted to cause some trouble when he was gone, how could he follow Sherlock's wish, "Go to Inspector Lestrade's apartment."

After An Xiya opened her mouth, she thought that her boss had really trapped herself, and it was the first time he had visited someone when he was so tired.

Lestrade drank a little too high. Obviously, Batman Lestrade is not a person who never drinks a thousand glasses. Sherlock also drank some in order to gain Lestrade's trust. The two of them seemed to be supporting each other. Coming to the street, Lestrade's most handsome Batmobile today was parked in the parking lot of Scotland Yard, and now the two of them need to take a taxi to go back.

Lestrade staggered and bumped into a person, that person was young with a cane, walked with some limp and seemed to have some kind of disability, Lestrade immediately said sorry, but the person was just He waved his hand and left with his head down.

Sherlock glanced at the man, a small man should be a man with strong self-esteem from the back view, but it's fine if he's single, he doesn't like noisy places like bars, he's either an old man or has some mentality obstacle.

Lestrade glanced at Sherlock's line of sight, always feeling that something was wrong...

Today, Lestrade regretted not being able to put on Batman's real suit, and by the way, he didn't drive his Batmobile to other places.

Sherlock thought he was one step closer to his words, at least he was about to break into Lestrade's house now.

It’s just that there is always someone obstructing at this time, such as Mycroft. Sherlock thought that McCoff would come back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. This time he made a mistake, and the reason for the mistake was largely on Lestrade.

Because of the existence of Lestrade, Mycroft spent a day without sleep to sort out everything. He returned to China early, and no one knew about it except Anthea and a few necessary people. Yes, even Sherlock doesn't know.

Sherlock knew that Mycroft, Fatty Holmes returned to the country when the doorbell of Lestrade's house rang, and after Lestrade opened the door, he saw the guy with the black eye and knew what this man had done. Locke snorted coldly. He stood behind Lestrade and looked at Mycroft outside the door.

Lestrade didn't expect that he would see Mycroft so soon, he looked him up and down and said, "Mycroft? Why..."

"Good evening Greg and my little brother Charlie."

He interrupted Lestrade, who was not yet generous enough to share Lestrade's secret with Sherlock.

"Fatty man, it looks like you are very well informed."

He wouldn't be here if he wasn't well-informed.

"I'm just here to visit the Inspector."

The two Holmes exchanged their eyes. Sherlock could see that McCoff was tired. He could also see that McCoff didn't want him to get too close to Lestrade. If there is, there is a high chance that his lodging plan will be in vain.

At this moment, Mycroft yawned in a timely manner, and Lestrade immediately asked with concern: "Did you rest?"

Mycroft showed a faint smile, as if saying that the weather is good today and said: "Because I want to see you as soon as possible, so I haven't rested since yesterday."

Sherlock thinks this is a love story, and it is obvious that what Mycroft said is a love story, although it is a bit straightforward, it is sincere.Lestrade didn't know what to say for a moment, or Mycroft broke the brief silence again, "So Greg, can you stay with me today?"

Lestrade looked up at the sky, why did this sentence sound so familiar?

Sherlock gritted his teeth, Mycroft was obviously prepared, and the good old Greg Lestrade was obviously ready to nod.

Sherlock refused. After being taken care of by Mycroft when he was a child, he refused to live with him under the same roof.

"I refuse...I don't want to be with the fat man."

"but……"

"Rejection is invalid Xiali, by the way, Anthea is downstairs, I think you can go home now."

Mycroft Holmes said he would stay here today, at the home of Lestrade, whom he misses so much, and drive away his brother who is like a light bulb.

After Lestrade fully reacted, Mycroft had already closed the door of the apartment, "Then please forgive me tonight."

Greg I am Batman Lestrade said that he only has the physique of Batman today, but not his IQ.

By the way, I still like his "wolf".