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Otoyu didn't follow - why did he follow when he couldn't even understand, he didn't let the child see the corpse under the obstruction of Watson, a model of conscience (?).

The next day, Yiyu held the computer and talked with the two adults by means of a technological translator.

——Actually, I didn’t have anything to say. It was just a normal chat. Watson asked about the child’s background by the way.

There will inevitably be some deviations in the words translated by the machine, but neither party minds.

"Japan, I heard there are a lot of anime?" Watson talked with the child, and glanced at the detective who secretly put nicotine tablets in front of the minor from time to time.

"Hmph, he doesn't watch anime much."

The paralyzed detective hummed muffledly, with a provocative ending.

"Is school interesting?" Watson changed the subject.

"Obviously he feels good about going to school, but he thinks the content is a bit too boring." The big detective interjected.

"Sherlock! I didn't ask you!"

"So why do you like to ask such meaningless questions?" Sherlock yawned in his nightgown, his curly hair looked soft under the warm yellow sun, "It's over, nicotine can't save me."

"Sherlock!" Watson glared at the detective who had no scruples in front of the child, and then nervously looked at Otoha, for fear that the child would say "I want to try it".

Otoyu thought the way the two of them got along was quite interesting, and later on he didn't keep turning on the computer to wait for the translator to come, but just listened to the two of them arguing.

In the end, Watson was angry and left—of course, the words left behind were very gentle "help Mrs. Hudson make breakfast".

The detective who lost his partner lay on his back on the soft sofa like a salted fish, his blue pupils slowly lost focus, and then closed them.

Otoyu didn't take back his spiritual power, walked over and rolled up the wide sleeves of the bathrobe, and tore off the disc that stimulated the brain nerves - such a big movement didn't alarm the detective, it could be seen that the other party was really tired.

After all, he didn't come back all night, and seeing the blackness in front of his eyes, he must have not slept.

Otoyu glanced at the disc curiously, but in the end he rationally didn't stick it to himself.

As soon as Watson returned to the room, he saw the sleeping detective. He sighed and took a blanket over to cover the latter. Then he turned around and saw the child obediently looking at the dictionary, and pointed to the door.

Otoha stepped lightly on the floor and walked out the door.

Watson covered Sherlock with a blanket and turned towards the door. Hearing the sound he made despite trying his best to restrain himself, he suddenly felt that something was wrong just now.

He frowned and recalled for a while, then shook his head and felt that he was a little nervous because he encountered too many cases.

While Otoyu was eating breakfast, someone broke in and said something in a panic, and then Watson went to call Sherlock who had just fallen asleep after his expression changed.

With an inexplicable expression on his face, Otoyu was carried away by Sherlock with a yawn. The background sound was Watson's protest and thoughts.

Then confronted the corpse.

It's not that Otoyu has never seen a corpse, he even killed someone with his own hands.

The corpse was more or less bloody, but the dead man in front of him was dressed in casual clothes, lying peacefully on the ground, the sunflower in his hand was blooming enthusiastically, there was no blood around his body, and there was no wound on the corpse.

"Silent love? It's so boring..." Sherlock laughed a few times inexplicably, full of irony.

The corpse was placed in a dead end, surrounded by houses, because the location was hidden and it was a slum area, so there were not many surveillance cameras—even if there were, nothing could be seen in the dark night.

Otoha, who was carried by Watson at a safe distance, stood peacefully, neither approaching nor moving away, just standing quietly aside, his sight was blocked by the police with his body, and he couldn't see what the corpse looked like at all— —But Otoha still took a look with magic.

There were no obvious wounds on the corpse, Sherlock approached, and stretched out his hand to peel off the scarf around the man's neck, exposing a thick wound to people's eyes.

"One knife kills, not bad."

Watson, who was standing next to the child, subconsciously pulled the child away when he heard this sentence, not wanting the young Miao Miao to be frightened when he suddenly saw the dead body.

Suddenly being pulled away like this, Yiyu was taken aback, then curled the corners of his lips, and after saying a word, he obediently ran to a small corner far away with the dictionary in his arms.

The police who were focused on Sherlock and the corpse did not notice a child passing him by.

Yiyu hugged the dictionary and exhaled, thankful that he had made a breath-shielding magic sleeve in advance and put it on.

——As for why Watson noticed him... Maybe this model of conscience has been staring at him and is not at ease.

He felt that he couldn't help much, so he stood by himself and read the dictionary to study by himself-this was as boring as learning magic at that time.

"Although it's in casual clothes, it's an upper-class person... It should be dealing with some private matter - I think it's to meet the little lover." Sherlock raised a hand of the corpse with a glove on, "It was carried here, although I tried my best Avoided, but still got drag marks on the clothes."

"The one who died before was the translator, right?" He said to himself, and suddenly raised his voice, "Shut up! You're bothering me! And Jason! Turn your face away!"

The policeman, who was used to the big detective's habits, turned around cooperatively.

"The style of this clasp is the same as the previous deceased's necklace, I don't think there is such a coincidence," Sherlock spoke as fast as ever, "Looking at the wound, it should be from the back—"

He gestured.

"Straight through the neck - right-handed, taller than the first dead and shorter than this one, with a strong affinity..."

"Watson, come here and look at this!"

……

When Otoyu raised his head, he saw a group of people preparing to leave.

He seems to have been completely forgotten for magic reasons.

After walking a few steps, Watson suddenly looked around in a daze, feeling like he had forgotten something.

Sherlock just stepped into the car and turned back: "Where is the child?"

Watson:! ! ! ! !

He recalled it suddenly, and his heart beat violently.

I won't get lost, will I? !

Yiyu blinked, approached Watson and tugged at his clothes.

"Can I help you?" He asked, his accent still a little heavy.

"Of course not—uh..." Watson naturally didn't want a child to be involved in the murder case, but seeing Sherlock's noncommittal attitude felt a little hypocritical, he gestured to the big detective for the latter to explain.

"Look at what I'm doing," Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and got into the car neatly, "Get in the car."

Watson had no choice but to take the child to the car.

"There's a man over there who speaks Japanese," said Sherlock, "and the kid can talk to him—"

He tilted his head to look at Otoyu: "Are you running fast?"

He deliberately spoke slowly, fearing that the child would not be able to follow the simple sentences.

Otoha nodded.

"That's good," Sherlock withdrew his gaze, "Remember not to eat the candies given by others—to be precise, as long as it's food, and don't get too close."

Watson repeated it patiently, slowing down to make sure Otoyu could understand.

He unconsciously looked at Sherlock with his eyes closed and rested, feeling that the detective was going to make trouble again.

The author has something to say: Many people have raised the question of "language proficiency" w

Do you still remember that at the end when Otoyu was about to lose his hold, there was a force that comforted him?Solomon terminated the process of this app, Otoha only got an incomplete version (but still awesome)

Thank you for not being short of books, not for a long time, but evil (implying full-time?), Tang Yun's landmine

Good news for you, I can guarantee your food for next week (ni)

After Sherlock, let's go to Pokemon, the furry paradise! (violence x)