[Comprehensive] gift to you

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"Come on, be careful."

Yiyu looked dumbly at the cautious Watson, stomped his foot, and rushed out like that.

Stretching out his hand, he grabbed the adult's arm, and with momentum, he took another step and turned over directly, with his legs clamping the adult's neck rudely.

Watson also has a foundation. Although he was frightened by the child's physical fitness, he quickly reacted, put his hand on the child's leg, and snapped it——

The slender calf trembled and struggled against Watson's hand. After holding on for a second, he gave up resolutely and allowed Watson to break it apart.

At this time, Yiyu had let go, and his upper body straightened up. The posture of the two of them looked similar to that of an adult supporting a child on his shoulders—the next moment, the child's cold hand touched Watson's neck.

Watson was also unambiguous, bent down, and stretched out his hand to grab the child's shoulder.

Otoyu loosened his legs cooperatively, bumped Watson a little to borrow some strength, turned over lightly and fell to the ground.

"I'll just say it."

Sherlock, who was watching, said, "His physical fitness is stronger than weaker adults."

Both sides didn't try their best, but Watson almost estimated Otoyu's strength, and his expression was a little subtle.

...Are all people in the future so powerful? ? ?

How old is this kid? ? ?

"Go to Eric's house for a stroll in the afternoon, and then we can close the case." Sherlock straightened up with rare energy, and then reached out to lift Otoba up, "Let's go and change clothes."

Although I have heard for a long time that the Japanese have first-class anti-freezing ability, I always feel panicked when I see children dangling around with their white legs exposed.

Otoha, who has been picked up many times, let Sherlock drag him away, and was thrown in the pile of clothes in the bedroom.

Otoyu:? ? ? ? ? ?

"I can still see the measurements." The detective's words were as blunt as ever, "Give you 3 minutes—don't tell me you can't change it in 3 minutes—then eat neatly, and then go out and kill people guilty."

The door slammed shut.

Otoha got up from the pile of clothes and tidied up the clothes thrown on the floor one by one.

Sherlock bought ten sets of clothes in one go, all of which were the latest styles.

The child delicately put on a set of warm-colored clothes to keep warm, and didn't know how to complain about this wayward adult.

The short knife is tightly covered by the fluffy clothes, and it will be a little difficult to take it out if fighting.

"Ten seconds to go—"

Sherlock yelled outside.

Yi Yu patted the dagger on his waist, opened the door and went out.

After dinner, the three of them went to Eric's house, the two adults talked to Eric, and Otoha and Fili went to do the puzzle.

During the period, Watson left for a while, and Otoyu looked up and ignored it. He lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the scattered puzzle pieces and put them together.

After 10 minutes, all three adults were out.

Ten minutes later, there was a sudden power outage, and the room was dark.

Otoyu was just about to ask Fili if he had a flashlight, but he saw the big boy who was still full of energy just now, trembling.

Are you afraid?

Otoha took a step forward.

Feli tremblingly touched the knife, the sharp blade cut through his white palm, and the smell of rust wafted into the air.

Just...do it here...

Just do it here-

Otoha found the flashlight and turned it on.

A beam of white light tore through the darkness with a splash.

"Obviously very scared." Yiyu looked up at the young man who was throwing the knife in a hurry, and tilted his head, "Why do you still want to do it?"

Fili was never a suspect from the start.

The suspect is—

"Okay." The power went back to normal, and the dazzling light suddenly filled the living room, causing Otoyu to close his eyes involuntarily.

The detective, alone, entered the room.

His clothes were a little loose, and his curly hair was a little messed up, but he looked free and easy.

"Eric will turn himself in," Sherlock said to the two, not surprised by Filip's cut palm, "It's time to go back."

Otoyu followed Sherlock for a few steps, then backed away, and walked in front of Fili.

He raised his hand and rubbed the head of the sobbing teenager.

"sorry."

Otoyu met the opponent's eyes that were moistened with water.

"Also, happy birthday."

——How could it be "happy".

As his brother's No. [-] fan, Feili naturally discovered the fact that his brother had killed people very quickly.

The boy who was cornered by the detective who came to the door planned to commit a murder and take the place of his brother.

The killing intent is real.

It's true that you dare not do it.

"It's those people who are obviously wrong..." He sobbed softly.

Otoha returned to the car.

"Afraid?"

the detective asked.

Otou shook his head.

There is nothing to be afraid of someone who can't even hold a knife steadily.

Sherlock raised his hand and poked the child's forehead with such force that there were red marks.

"I'm asking," Sherlock said emphatically, "is the motive for killing something terrible?"

Otoyu was a little dazed, he blinked but didn't make a sound.

"Forget it, take a look."

The detective looked away.

Seeing the child covering his forehead and not speaking, Watson on the side glared at the detective who didn't care for the child, took out snacks and began to coax the child.

In the next few days, the detective really took the child around to deal with various cases.

Someone's husband disappears, someone paints graffiti in a few seconds and the surveillance doesn't record it, someone wants to investigate a murder that happened years ago.

It's all messed up.

There are many murder cases, but out of consideration for the child's psychology, Watson resolutely does not let Sherlock take the child around to see the corpse.

Otoyu met the loving eyes of the other party, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

In order to satisfy the child's curiosity, Watson can only run around with the detective every day to solve the case, and then return to the room without even recovering from his breath, and write a blog non-stop to coax the child, and the update frequency is extremely frequent.

Otoha felt a little subtle about Watson's behavior of really treating himself like a child.

It seems... It's been a long time since I've been treated like this...?

The foreign child let the man lift himself up high, listening to Watson talk about today's case, the detective complained from time to time and disliked his partner.

"Speaking of which, recently there was a religious person who went everywhere to kill Christianity."

Watson held the child in his arms, holding the bag of potato chips firmly in his hand so that Otoha could grab a handful when he reached out.

"The criminals are very bad, and most of the victims are women, and they are..." Watson didn't finish speaking, skipping the middle sentence, "I like to choose to commit crimes in the Church of Jesus—or I like to drag the corpses to the church after committing crimes." There."

"I'll catch it soon." Otoyu was already used to Watson's intimate and awkward posture, leaning against Watson limply.

He felt like he was about to become a cripple.

I usually practice in a small room, and occasionally I am carried out by Watson to go shopping.

In this society where the legal system is perfect and the people's physical fitness is average, his armed force is basically useless.

What was even more frightening was that Watson was particularly keen on buying snacks to feed him. Most of the snacks were high in calories. In just a week, Otoyu felt that he had gained a little weight.

Otoyu let the adults feed him another piece of potato chips, feeling that he could skip dinner.

"It should be Baal's believer." The detective lay lazily on the sofa, and sneered at Watson's overflowing paternal love, "You'd better give birth to a baby soon—I hope he's a little goldfish. "

Watson was already immune to Sherlock's words. He couldn't hold back and continued to knead the child before taking Sherlock's words.

"Sometimes Baal's crazy believers will... well, after all, they are "fallen gods", and this prisoner looks very hostile to Jehovah. "

The corners of Watson's mouth raised and sank a little after stroking the child so that he felt comfortable physically and mentally.

"Hopefully it can be caught tonight, so there won't be another victim."

Otoha looked at Sherlock.

"I want to go."

The author has something to say: Watson's dressing technique is excellent

Otoha breathed a sigh of relief after finally not having to wrap a bandage on the uninjured area (x)

Then Watson, who was completely in the mentality of an old father, watched the child running around with such a serious injury. He was afraid that the child would accidentally tear the wound open, so he tied the bandage back to the previous mummy when he tied the bandage for the second time.

Otoha: ...? ? ? ? ? ?

Thank you long time mine x2

Speaking of which, have you guys been quieter lately? There are so few comments (ni) Although I don’t reply much, I’d still take a look at it——(ni