The third child of the Sherlock Holmes family

After waiting for two days and still not receiving a call or text message from Cecil, Ronaldo was so angry that he could hang a bottle of oil on his mouth.He was the one who angrily hung up Cecil's phone at the beginning, but now he was asked to call Cecil on his own initiative, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Ronaldo was rolling around on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, feeling extremely tangled, trying to call Cecil but feeling embarrassed.Without calling Cecil, he was very flustered and disturbed.

Just when he was about to finish plucking his hair, "Football March" rang suddenly, which scared him so much that he almost threw his phone out. When he saw the caller ID was the person he was thinking of, he couldn't wait to press the call button: "Hi, Mr. Cecil?"

Hearing Ronaldo's energetic voice, Cecil's mouth couldn't help showing a chuckle: "It's me."

A deep magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, like a whisper whispered in his ear, Ronaldo felt half of his body go limp|soft, "That...I..." I didn't know what to say for a while what.

Even without seeing Ronaldo's expression, just from his voice and tone, Cecil knew what he wanted to say.

"Not angry?"

Ronaldo stretched out his hand and scratched his face, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm not angry." In fact, he regretted it after hanging up the phone that day.

The image of Ronaldo squatting on the ground with his head down and drawing circles appeared in front of his eyes, and the smile on the corner of Cecil's mouth gradually deepened, "What a good boy." When he said this, Cecil's eyes showed a trace of Pamper.

"I'm not a child," Ronaldo was dissatisfied with Cecil's attitude of treating him as a child, "I'm an adult." He is 19 years old this year.

"IQ is like a child."

When Ronaldo heard this, his eyes widened immediately, his expression was very dissatisfied, "I'm much smarter than a child."

"I think the same." There was a deep smile in Cecil's voice.

Ronaldo: "... Mr. Cecil, you are too much..." Hey, he laughed at him every time.

Cecil stopped teasing Ronaldo, and his tone was much more serious than before, "Has anything happened recently? Is there any strange person following you?"

Ronaldo was taken aback by Cecil's question, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses, and said with a dazed look, "No."

"After training or a game, don't go out alone."

Hearing what Cecil said, Ronaldo's heart sank slightly when he thought of the murders that happened during this period, "Mr. Cecil, are you talking about the murder of football players in London?" Three football players were killed, and there was a lot of panic, especially among the football players.

"En." Sure enough, as he expected, the battlefield returned to England.

"Mr. Cecil, does this incident have anything to do with what happened in the United States before?" Newspapers and magazines are saying that this incident has something to do with the two football player murders that happened in the United States before.

Cecil didn't want Ronaldo to think too much, and said softly: "The murderer in the United States has been caught, and it has nothing to do with this matter."

"That's right, the murderer in the United States has been caught." Ronaldo was relieved a lot, "How could he come to England to kill people?"

"Play well, and don't run around after the game." What he is most worried about now is whether Moriarty knows about him and this kid.If you know, this kid is in danger.

Ronaldo was obedient: "Yes." In the past, after a game or training, everyone would occasionally go out for a meal or go to the bar for a drink, but in recent days, everyone hasn't gone out much.After the game, either go back to the dormitory or go back to the hotel.

"Mr. Cecil, when will you be back?"

"Be back before Christmas."

"It's still several months before Christmas, haven't you been back for these months?"

"Well, I won't go back."

Ronaldo's eyes dimmed instantly, his expression a little disappointed.

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, and Cecil's heart tightened slightly, feeling a little unbearable for no reason, but thinking of Moriarty, this unbearable was quickly suppressed by him.

"Christmas is coming soon."

"Half a year..." Ronaldo whispered on the other end of the phone, "Nearly two hundred days..."

Cecil's eyes became gentle when he heard Ronaldo's complaint, "The Champions League is over, and I can almost go back."

"That will take a long time..." They were clearly in the same city, but now they have become a long-distance relationship.

"Want to see me so much?" Cecil joked.

"Hmph, no, I'm afraid you want to see me."

Cecil held back a smile and said, "Don't worry, I don't want to see you for the time being."

Ronaldo: "..." Does Mr. Cecil really like him?

"I don't want to see you either." Mr. Cecil went too far and said he didn't want to see him.

"That's fine."

Ronaldo shouted dissatisfiedly on the other end of the phone: "It's not good at all!"

Seeing Ronaldo blowing his hair, Cecil hurriedly smoothed his hair, "Hey, wait for me to go back."

Ronaldo said angrily, "Who wants to wait for you to come back."

"I still have something to do, you have a good rest."

"You also need to rest well."

"Be safe and don't get hurt during the game."

"Mr. Cecil, are you worried about me?" Ronaldo, who was not happy just now, suddenly became happy when he heard this sentence.

Hearing the cheerful voice from the other end of the phone, Cecil couldn't help laughing. This kid was angry just now, but now he's happy again. It's really changeable.

"Not stupid yet." How could such a stupid kid be his muse.

Ronaldo grinned: "Hey hey hey, I'll be fine, Mr. Cecil is the one who should pay attention to safety." Sure enough, Mr. Cecil still likes him.

After hanging up the phone, Cecil suddenly felt that he missed that football boy.

Walking on the streets of Buenos Aires, watching a group of children wearing the blue and white striped uniforms of the Argentine national team happily playing in the park, Cecil couldn't help but think of Ronaldo, so he took the initiative Called him.

There was a rest seat not far in front. Cecil walked over and sat down to watch a group of children play football.

Before a concert, he likes to get out and about and find inspiration.

"Mr. Cecil likes football?" Just as Cecil was in a daze, someone sat next to him.

A voice suddenly sounded beside him, which did not change Cecil's expression.If it was someone else, they would definitely be shocked if there was an extra person beside them for no reason.

Cecil's eyes still stayed among the group of children, without turning his head to look at the person sitting beside him, he said flatly, "I don't like it."

"Don't like it?" The man's voice is very sexy, especially when the ending is rising, it is very ambiguous, like a feather gently brushing his heart, "I thought Mr. Cecil liked football very much, otherwise he wouldn't have written "Football March" "Such a beautiful song."

Cecil did not respond to the man's words, and his dark green eyes were still looking at the children not far away.

"Mr. Cecil, you don't seem to be surprised by my appearance at all?"

Cecil withdrew his gaze, turned his head and looked at the man sitting next to him expressionlessly. The man had a very ordinary face, the kind of ordinary appearance that could not be found in the crowd.

"Later than I expected." The man in front of him was not Moriarty.

"Are you waiting for me?" The man's voice was a little surprised and excited.

Cecil said coldly: "Not waiting for you."

"Then who are you waiting for?" the man asked knowingly.

Cecil looked at the man with a bit of contempt, "I thought Moriarty would come to see me directly, but I didn't expect him to have the guts."

Hearing Cecil's words, the man opened his eyes slightly, as if he was a little surprised, "The doctor is right, none of you Sherlock Holmes are stupid."

"Smarter than him."

"The doctor asked me to ask you, are you satisfied with the meeting ceremony?"

"Not for Sherlock?"

The man stretched out his index finger and shook it: "No, no, no, it's for you."

Cecil raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes lit up with interest, "It seems that he is tired of Sherlock."

"You are wrong, the doctor has always liked you."

Cecil was a little surprised when he heard this, "I've always liked me?" This was a bit beyond his imagination.

The man seemed satisfied to see other expressions on Cecil's expressionless face, and he smiled and said, "The doctor has always liked you."

"Oh? Then what happened to him and Sherlock?"

"To get your attention."

Cecil sneered, "This is the funniest joke I've ever heard."

The man spread his hands: "I didn't lie to you."

"That's really thanks to him." Cecil said thank you, but there was no warmth in his eyes, which was frighteningly cold.

"Mr. Cecil, the Doctor hopes you will write him a piece someday."

"He's not qualified for that."

The man seemed to know that Cecil would say that, and he didn't mind at all. Instead, he smiled, "The doctor asked me to tell you that he will give you a big gift, I hope you will like it."

Cecil frowned slightly when he heard the word "big gift", feeling a little uneasy in his heart, "Tell him, I'm not as patient as Sherlock."

"The doctor said you and Sherlock are different."

Cecil stood up and looked at the man condescendingly, "Tell him not to piss me off, or he won't be able to bear the consequences."

The man was frightened by the coldness in Cecil's eyes. His face, which was calm just now, changed color. His face turned slightly pale, showing a look of fear.

It took a long time for Cecil to leave before the man recovered from the horror, and the shirt on the back was soaked in cold sweat at some point.

"The doctor is right. The scariest person in the Holmes family is neither Mycroft nor Sherlock, but Cecil." Just one look made him feel the approach of death.

I don't know if the doctor can succeed?

The world would be a much more interesting place if the PhD was successful.