{Fuhua}Stop it Sherlock

Personally, "I hope you didn't hurt Kate, she is a good maid." Irene raised her eyebrows and knelt down without any resistance.

"Well. Do I need it too?" Sherlock looked at the gun on his head, knowing that it would not be that simple with McCoff intervening, but he didn't expect it.America, CIA, what is this, a cooperative project, or something else, damn politicians.

"No, we need you to open the safe." The Yankee shook the gun.

Poor agents, they don't know anything, if there is any accident, no one will admit their arrival, wait, absolute secrecy?The corner of Sherlock's mouth curved, he thought of how to revenge.

"Unfortunately, I don't know the password." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "You know." Where did the Yankee's weird confidence come from? "She already told you."

"Evidence?" Sherlock looked at the CIA. "She is the one who sets the password, why don't you ask her?"

"This lady will tell us a self-destruct code. This is experience." Well, it seems that they are old acquaintances, Sherlock felt that this woman is really courageous.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at Irene who was on the side. Irene bowed her head and signaled. It was obvious that there were traps in the box.

"Open it, or I'll blow Dr. Watson's head off." The other agent was clearly impatient.Mycroft, if you say that this matter has nothing to do with you, I will make you gain ten pounds. For no reason, everyone uses John to blackmail him.

"You better be patient." Sherlock nodded at the agent.It's right across from the safe, poor boy.

Sherlock entered the password, and Irene smiled amusedly.

"Carved jade in the Vatican." Opening the door, bowing their heads, three people moved at the same time. The poor agents were all knocked down within 2 minutes, and the one who pointed the gun at John hit the bull's-eye.

"Do you mind?" Sherlock looked at the agent in front of Irene, although he didn't mean that.

"No..." Irene waved her hand and knocked the agent unconscious. Sherlock lamented the CIA's fighting power, and, these children really don't know anything, right? "Thanks."

"Nevermind" Sherlock put the mobile phone in his pocket, "John, look at this building, we need to know how they got in."

"Call the police." John went to the door and saw the fainted assistant, and then looked at Sherlock who had clearly achieved his goal.

Sherlock walked outside the gate and fired three shots into the sky, "The fastest way to call the police, they are already on their way." Sherlock explained to John, who was clearly dissatisfied.

John went to check the house, and Sherlock returned to the room just now.

"It seems that this can help me change a knight title." Sherlock blinked as he tossed the phone up and down.

"You'd better give it back to me." Irene was much more nervous than before, wondering if it was because her lifeline was taken away by others.

"Here are all the photos," Sherlock turned on the phone, ------------------

I AM

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LOCKED

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"I won't have just one," Erin said, lowering the value of the phone.

"No, you only have this one," Sherlock looked at, "otherwise how can you sell it at a good price." Although it is not known which government she is cooperating with, the content on the phone must be more than photos.

"Why should I sell it?" Irene said meaningfully, "This is something I can save my life."

"Why are Americans interested in this?" Sherlock checked his phone, hoping to find some other clues, but failed.

"Why should I tell you?" Irene approached suddenly, and the syringe hidden behind her hit Sherlock's back.

Dazed, confused, nauseous, Sherlock fell.

"give me"

"Impossible." Consciousness alternated between semi-comatose and awake.

"Give it to me, now." Irene took out the whip that she only used during sex. Sherlock, who was in a chaotic state of consciousness, was obviously not as clear-headed when resisting physical pain.

"No," it was a completely knee-jerk reaction, because the hand was already loose

"Thank you," the mobile phone was in hand, and John arrived at the same time. I have to say that Sherlock made quite a commotion.But there was nothing to prevent Adler's escape. "I don't intend to blackmail, I just want to save my life. Tell that noble chick that the photos are safe with me. Also, I know how the traveler died. It is indeed a sexy trend." After finishing speaking, Irene Adler Just flipped out from the window sill.

In a daze, Sherlock heard the voice of Irene Adler.

"Quiet, everything is over, it's okay." Irene was smiling, "I'm here to return your coat."

"No!" Sherlock was awake, maybe not, but John heard his movement.

John opened the door, "Are you awake?"

"I don't think so, how did I get back?" Sherlock still had a headache and couldn't think clearly, which was much more uncomfortable than when he was immersed in 7% sex a few years ago.

"After Adler escaped, Lestrade arrived with people," John looked at the still awake person.

"No, she's here," Sherlock recalled the previous voice, "no, not here, by the way, Lestrade took a picture of you."

"You, always know what I don't want to hear." Sherlock smiled weakly.

"Mycroft didn't ask him to send it to Price." John went to the bedside. "Perhaps this is good news for you."

"I think so." Sherlock pulled John down, "Lie down with me for a while."

"Mrs. Hudson is still outside." John wanted to break free from Sherlock, when an ambiguous gasp sounded.

"Mrs. Hudson,,," there was no one at the door, and the voice did not resemble Mrs. Hudson. John broke away from the weak Sherlock and walked to the source of the sound.Sherlock's coat, hanging behind the door.The woman really came, and, it was a mobile phone notification, texting 'See you next time, Mr. Holmes. "You're right, she's been here before." Getting no reply, John turned his head and looked at Sherlock who fell asleep again, well, let him rest first.

The next day, Sherlock, who regained consciousness, saw the text message and ignored it.

Mrs. Hudson, who has always been well aware of Sherlock's behavior, disapproved of McCoff's behavior of using her brother to take risks. This is the first time that Mrs. Hudson expressed dissatisfaction with McCoff's behavior.

"It's really inappropriate, he's your younger brother! Don't be ashamed, you have to know that the living family is the only one to rely on." Mrs. Hudson put the breakfast in front of Sherlock, and then said to the early morning disturber McCoff said.In fact, she's been talking about it all morning.

"Shut up, Mrs. Hudson." Mycroft raised his head, and he didn't expect that those American agents were really brave but lacked strategy.

"McCorf!" Sherlock, John, and Mrs. Hudson looked at him with dissatisfaction. This was the first time Sherlock yelled at him in defense of others. McCord didn't know whether to be happy or depressed.

"I apologize." As a politician, Mycroft is best at judging the situation.

"I accept." Mrs. Hudson, as a person who used to manipulate the drug cartel, is also very proud.

"But it's time for you to rest." Sherlock said to Mrs. Hudson's back.

The very serious scene was interrupted by the sound of a text message.Ambiguous panting echoed in the small restaurant.

"Sherlock~" Mrs. Hudson looked at the young man with dissatisfaction, "This voice is inappropriate."

"Who is it?" Mycroft noticed that Sherlock put down the phone after looking at it, and didn't reply, um, it's normal.

"The woman." Sherlock put down the newspaper.Mycroft wanted to say something, but had to answer a phone call.Sherlock didn't care about the content of Mycroft's phone call, but some words were still remembered that couldn't be ignored.This is one of the so-called concerns that Sherlock resists the most. In fact, the awkward Mycroft, who knows this about his brother, is still very happy.

"Those photos are very safe." Sherlock looked at Mycroft who hung up the phone, and blocked his questioning.

"At the hands of a sex worker who escaped?" Mycroft's tone was full of suspicion. It is undeniable that there are some embarrassing reasons for this, but there is no need for Sherlock to know about the government's dark secrets.

"She just wants to save her life, this is not what you want." Sherlock looked at his brother.There were some other secrets in the phone, and it had to be said that this incident aroused his interest.

"You don't have to know." Mycroft said succinctly, "I'm actually curious how she got your phone?"

"If your man is not a fool, you should know that lady's habits. So, reason yourself." Sherlock rolled his eyes, and I won't help you get the phone if you don't tell me. Obviously, the Commonwealth has no second Someone who can help you.

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☆, Christmas

"You don't want to get involved in this matter," Mycroft said with rare sternness and seriousness. "You must, obey."

Sherlock put down the paper, disapproval evident in his eyes, but Mycroft had already left.Sherlock didn't feel that these things would affect the plans of Mycroft and his boss, but it felt uncomfortable to be rejected by his brother for such an obviously interesting thing.

The other two people in the room were obviously more mature than Sherlock, and they could understand Mycroft's intentions, but sometimes it was better to see Sherlock like this than to provoke his rebellion.

After the unhappy breakup this time, Sherlock obviously entered a state of looking for trouble, and sometimes Sherlock would solve the small cases that appeared on John's blog.Even if you don't go out.For a while, the number of orders and clicks increased a lot.And Sherlock gathered these small cases and handed them to John, "Pliss has Christmas vacation, and these can be given to him."

"Christmas gift?" John watched as Sherlock put the solved results into another folder.

"No, toys." Sherlock stretched after tidying up. "Okay, let's see if you have any new cases of elementary school students." Despite taking over, Sherlock will not change his poisonous tongue.

"You played this when you were a kid?" John wondered, and incredulously.

"You should ask Mycroft about that." Sherlock looked at John, and this was the first time he had mentioned McCoff in a while. "He played this game with me when I was a kid."

"Who wins more?" John's playful smile made Sherlock feel weird.

"Heistheoldone." After finishing speaking, Sherlock opened John's blog and began to solve small cases in batches.Leaving John to sneer.

After a brief conversation, Sherlock looked at John who hesitated to speak, and then sighed, "I'm fine."

"You are looking for trouble," John said when the topic finally opened up, "you have been abnormal these days, I don't think some of the small cases here have anything to attract you, and you never want to recall your childhood, don't think I can't see it. Also, you never admit that McCoff is better than you." It's not like you, it's John's hidden words.

"But I'm Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock put down the computer, and there were still cases that could be solved without thinking.

"You've grown up, Sherlock." John's words drew a childish look from Sherlock.

"One thing I believe in is that sooner or later, I will get involved in this matter. So, don't be in a hurry." Blinking, Sherlock started to solve the case online.

John prayed for Sherlock's confidence.

During the Christmas holiday, Sherlock and Mycroft use work as an excuse not to go home.Actually this is not the first time.So Holmes' parents also accepted it but still hoped to be together as a family.

Before the Christmas holiday, Sherlock was going to pick up Prince. Obviously, the only one who could go was Mycroft, but life gave him another shock.

The day before Sherlock was about to leave, Lestrade called him to Scotland Yard. Someone sent a warning letter to Lestrade, threatening not to ask him for help, but if you disassemble the words, you will find that this It was actually a prank. As for the person who sent the letter, it was the kid from last time, a real experimental genius and very smart. Sherlock did help him find a school, but he didn't expect him to find Scotland Yard.With a smile on his lips, Sherlock took back the letter and said goodbye to Lestrade.

Back to 221B. Immediately spotted his dad's undisguised car, and, of course, Priss' luggage.

Well, accept reality Sherlock.Open the door, there is no sound inside, but the familiar smell is obvious, upstairs.

"Hi, it's really late, Sherl." Mrs. Holmes' voice came.Sherlock stepped forward to give his mother a hug, and then, there was a little guy in his arms.

"Dad!" Looking at Sherlock with icy blue eyes, Pulis didn't know anything more than Sherlock, but he was easier to win people's trust than both Sherlock and John.

"Have you forgotten everything I taught you?" Sherlock picked Pulis up. The kid has gained weight, but it's better this way than when he was in the orphanage.It's so easy to come out with someone else.

"Father~" Pulis was very aggrieved.Obviously the school gave proof that he also observed and added uncle, well, it seems that uncle can't be mentioned now.

"It doesn't work for me." Sherlock pouted.

"I'm not looking at you." Priss raised his chin. "Grandpa~"

Old Sherlock Holmes came from behind Sherlock.Then, with the cooperation of Puliss and the height advantage not lost to Sherlock, he successfully transferred the grandson into his arms.If you look at the father and son alone, you will find that Sherlock's height has completely inherited the old Holmes, and the old Holmes looks stronger than Sherlock, but when the father and son overlap, you will find that Sherlock can almost block the old Holmes.Mycroft, who was gentler than before, obviously inherited his mother's appearance, without too obvious cheekbones, and his ice-blue eyes perfectly inherited Mrs. Holmes' sea-blue eyes, wise and tolerant.

"Okay, Sherlock." John came over and blocked Sherlock's words.

"Sherlock," said Mrs. Hudson, also coming.Thus, Sherlock was completely defeated.

"Okay," Sherlock put the clothes aside, and then watched John look at him dissatisfied again and hang up the clothes. The smile on the corner of Sherlock's mouth made his parents see.

"Sherl, we need to talk." Mrs. Holmes pointed to the chair, and Sherlock sat down obediently.Therefore, Mrs. Holmes is still more powerful when there are four Holmes in the family and Priss five.This seems to be a law. Looking at the obedient old Mr. Holmes, think about Sherlock who is usually only John can control.Mrs. Hudson felt that no matter what the Holmes man looked like in front of outsiders, he was definitely a good man.

The communication between Sherlock and his mother did not have too many words. Both of them are bungee-jumping minds, so their conversations are hardly understood. Why almost, because there is also an old Sherlock Holmes who has been trained by his wife for decades. .

By the time you find out it may have been settled, but the future is waiting for your participation.

Mrs. Holmes looked at her son in front of her and smiled, "What are the arrangements?"

"Lestrade is the one to talk to"

"Your brother has more plans than you."

"Then, what are you still worried about?"

"When will you find another granddaughter?"

"The conversation is over." Sherlock looked at the mother who was obviously addicted to raising children, and deeply felt that he had escaped a catastrophe back then. "Price, come with me."

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☆Pliss

In the Barts laboratory, father and son practiced dissections on Christmas Eve.Sherlock couldn't help with everything at home, and Pulis could help, but no one would let him do anything, so Sherlock simply brought Pulis out and asked the family to prepare.

A complete musculature was separated, Pris breathed a sigh of relief, and looked to Sherlock aside.He thought, today or tomorrow, the uncle can actually be reunited together.

"Use your phone, dinner." Sherlock didn't actually concentrate on the experiment at hand, which was a bit strange, an uncontrollable emotion or something was rising, he didn't like this feeling, but he yearned for it in his heart.In fact, it felt like Sherlock was standing on the ground.

"Alright dad!" Knowing his father's awkwardness, Pulis took out his cell phone from his coat, and quickly edited the text message.

When Pulis' cell phone text message sounded, Sherlock's cell phone sounded too.

"Father," Puliss looked at Sherlock dissatisfied, "Can't you change your voice?" Puliss at school also knew that the Thewoman on his father's phone might not be the product of those political conspiracies, but it still made Prince Si felt an uncomfortable breath.

"Is there a problem?" Sherlock looked at Pulis, honestly, how many people have asked him to change the notification tone for SMS?

"No, it's just that daddy might be uncomfortable." Pulis looked helplessly at his father who was obviously negative in EQ but could always affect John Daddy's mood.

"That expression is cute." Sherlock blinked.

"Okay." Although he knew that the woman had no influence on his father, Pulis decided that he had better be on guard.

"Hey, I didn't disturb the father and son's gathering, did I?" Jasmine pushed the door open and came in. To be honest, girls at Jasmine's age can rarely work so hard.Although Jasmine stopped thinking about Sherlock after knowing that Priss was called John Daddy, she was still fascinated by him. The little girl convinced herself that Sherlock was just an idol, but she underestimated that sometimes idols are more powerful than dreams The middle lover has greater influence.

"No, of course not, Sister Jasmine!" Priss still liked Jasmine very much, because Jasmine had no resistance to cute creatures, even though she had been working in the forensic room.

"Hey, long time no see." Jasmine and Pulis greeted each other, completely ignoring Sherlock, who didn't feel anything wrong.Continue to work on the experiment at hand.

"Sherlock," Jasmine looked up. "Remember to lock the door when you leave, there have been thieves here recently."

"Let Pris go." Sherlock pushed his son out without looking up.

"Him?" Jasmine obviously couldn't believe it.

"Although he is small, he is still a Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock looked at the results of the microscope and made a record.

Price followed Jasmine to the scene of the crime.

The scene is an abandoned warehouse, and it can't be said to be abandoned, but the things in it will not be used for a while, which is why the thief chose to come here.

"Sister Jasmine, what did he steal?" Judging from the traces left at the scene, this is a cautious person, not too tall, and shorter than John Daddy.

"A kind of infrared scanner, it's worthless, it's for students, but that person stole a box." Jasmine looked at Pulis who became serious, and felt that the luck of the Holmes family was definitely comparable to their IQ.

When the two returned to the laboratory, Sherlock had finished the experiment and was wearing his coat, waiting for Priss to return.

"Well done," Sherlock rubbed the little guy's hair, the half-length light blond hair didn't bend until the neck, and the cute hairstyle became messy in Sherlock's hands as if he had just woken up. "That man stole things because he was too poor. From the traces I found at the scene, he was very cautious. Why don't you arrest him and ask the academy to hire him as a security guard?" Priss straightened his hair .While talking.

This is the biggest difference between Sherlock and Mycroft. Now, his son is not in line with Sherlock's habits, and Sherlock looks at Pulis.

"Can you guarantee that he won't commit a crime again? Do you think that as long as his poverty can be solved? You don't think she will be greedy because she has seen more things before and take advantage of her position to get a higher salary." Benefit?"

"Sherlock!" Jasmine stopped Sherlock from continuing to ask, but Pulis had already bowed his head and remained silent.

"He won't have any burden." Sherlock looked at Puliss. "At least prison life can give him a few months to eat and drink." Pulis obviously didn't expect things to develop like this, and looked up in disbelief. looking at his father.

"I can't promise, but I will improve!" Pulis raised his head.

"I can make progress, but I'm not allowed to become Mycroft."

"Actually, uncle, well, it's my father." Prince nodded, and then helplessly stuck out his tongue at Jasmine behind Sherlock, and Jasmine managed to prevent Sherlock's attention from her muffled smile.

For an otaku father and an active child to set off together, the most suitable means of transportation is certainly not Sherlock's favorite taxi, so the father and son chose to walk. In fact, Pulis insisted on walking and went home.

Sherlock has never felt that the road from Barts Medical College to 221B is very long, but it is not necessarily the case with a brat who finally came out to let the wind go.

Pulis tried his best to take a look at all the shops that passed by, so it is conceivable that Sherlock was pulled by a nine-year-old child one by one. The owners of many shops knew Sherlock, not because he helped solve the problem. What case, but because the detective and the military doctor who followed the detective are often seen on this road. Now, Sherlock appeared with a cute child with eyes like him and hair like a military doctor.Instantly ignited the gossip of nearby shopkeepers. When they heard that little Puliss called Sherlock his father and John his daddy, the shopkeepers would send some delicate things, and then use an ambiguous or even considered She looked at Sherlock sadly.One of the florist girls whispered to Priss as she handed him what he asked for, "Don't you daddy even want a wedding?"

"No, it's just that it's not that time yet. You know, it will be a long time before father understands the world." Pulis blinked, learning the tradition inherited from the Holmes family, but this expression is really cute when he makes it It's so cute, it makes the flower shop girl's face turn red.

"I told you not to take the medicine out of the laboratory," Sherlock looked at the abnormal girl who was blushing.Seriously speaking to Pulis.The voice was not low, and the people in the flower shop looked at the father and son, and then the girl in the flower shop turned pale and pale, and finally looked at Pulis with a understanding look.

"Nope~ Dad." Pulis pulled Sherlock back, "Thank you sister, the money is on the counter." The father and son disappeared quickly.

When the two returned to 221B, they already had a lot of things in their hands, especially the bunch of gadgets that Pulis was holding in his arms.So while the father and son, who missed lunch, enjoyed refreshments, the rest of the house counted the trophies.

"I really didn't expect that you father and son went shopping, and even missed lunch because of it." Mr. Holmes opened a beautifully packaged box and found a bow tie that was definitely not cheap.

"Sherl, how much money did you take with you when you went out?" John looked at the cozy scarf, kid's style, Christmas style, pure wool.As the accountant of the family, John knew very well that Sherlock had no idea about money, but it didn't mean that he would have more than five hundred pounds on him. Obviously, the scarf was for Pulis, but how much money did he bring?

"I have a card." Seeing John's eyes, Sherlock pouted, not an idiot in life.In fact, in the eyes of most people, almost.

"Only part of it was bought, daddy, and the rest was given away." Pulis smiled at John with a round milk mustache.Mrs. Hudson took the napkin and wiped it off for him. "You're always getting something for free, just like your dad."

"This is one of the reasons why Sherlock has never worried about money. You know, at the age of 14, he still doesn't know the value of money." Mrs. Holmes mischievously revealed, "Sherlock! How can flowers be placed underneath? They are all crushed Already." Mrs. Holmes took out the gift she got from the florist, which was obviously crushed.Pulis stuck out his tongue. It would be better for him not to say that those flowers were crushed because he escaped too quickly. Fortunately, some of the mistletoe and bell flowers he bought were intact.

"It's all right, Sally," said Mrs. Hudson, taking the flowers. "I can make some flower cookies out of these. The kids will love them."

"Yes, that's a good idea. I'll pickle it, it will taste even better." Mrs. Holmes is also a culinary expert, otherwise how could she have those sweet teeth of McCaughey.

After tidying up the things, Mrs. Holmes sighed that she must bring the Sherlock family with her next Christmas shopping.Sherlock used Mycroft's hairline to assure that his mother was definitely not doing it to save money, but to watch the fun.Thanks to that little devil with a brilliant tongue.

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☆, mobile phone

Christmas Eve, this is the most humane time of the year, of course, not counting Sherlock.

Played at everyone's request, this is already a repertoire. Sherlock's violin level is comparable to a professional.

Music requires the player's rich emotions to interpret a beautiful melody rather than a simple rhythm. Sherlock is not cold-hearted. The Holmes couple are actually pleased to see their young son go on like this, but worried that it will be out of control until A few years ago, Sherlock finally began to have normal contacts, such as Mrs. Hudson, such as some enthusiastic clients, such as Inspector Lestrade, and John's appearance opened the shallow traces and let the wrapped things begin. It is revealed that while Sherlock himself may not have noticed, everyone has seen the signs.Pulis is the palliative that prevents leaks from appearing too quickly. You must know that a person cannot have abundant emotions and lack a corresponding sense of responsibility. Sherlock's absolute rationality can help him maintain the balance before, but now, family.It's his balance.

Mycroft was late, and he wasn't surprised to see his parents; there was very little in London that he didn't know.

"You want me to say Merry Christmas?" Sherlock looked at Mycroft who suddenly looked at him.

"I haven't had hope since I was 15." Mycroft hugged Mrs. Hudson, and then automatically walked to Lestrade's side. Sherlock swore he saw Lestrade go to the side.With one lip lifted, Sherlock sang Christmas carols again, and no one thought the moment wasn't worth keeping.

Sherlock was playing the violin by the window. The three elders, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes and Mrs. Hudson, were sitting on the sofa chairs enjoying black tea and cookies, occasionally exchanging something softly. Priss knelt on the chair closest to Sherlock, and John Behind him, Mycroft and Lestrade leaned on the other side of the sofa, swaying red wine in their hands, enjoying the music and Christmas atmosphere.At least, this was the scene Jasmine saw when she came over. She put down the bag in her hand and used her phone camera to keep this precious scene.

The sound of the shutter of the mobile phone reminded everyone, "Hey, I saw the sign on the door saying that I would enter by myself, so I will."

"It's okay, Jasmine dear." Mrs. Hudson greeted Jasmine, "Today is a family gathering, you must participate."

"Sally, this is Sherlock's younger sister, Jasmine Amber, who works at the Barts School of Medicine and is now a Ph.D student. Jasmine, this is Sherlock's mother, and this is Sherlock's father." Mrs. Hudson introduced.

"Sir Holmes, Mrs. Madam. It's an honor to meet you," Jasmine said a little nervously, as she hadn't completed her transformation from an idol to an older brother.

"Jasmine, I don't think you mind if I call you that." Mrs. Holmes looked at the little girl in front of her, a doctor who is not yet 24 years old, she is very good, and, uh, she has put on makeup but it is not obvious. I like Sherlock, why did I say before, because obviously she knew about Sherlock and John, Madam pulled Jasmine over.Then motioned for Sherlock to continue.

John looked at Sherlock, who curled his lips helplessly, and smirked.

At the end of the song, the ladies, including John and Lestrade, and the girl, Molly, went to prepare the Christmas dinner.The drawing-room was left with Brother Holmes and Price, who would not, or would only, be helpful.Priss rummages under the Christmas tree for presents and "Dad! Who gave you this?"

Priss picked up a gift wrapped in blood red and tied with dark green nylon rope.He put it on his nose and sniffed, "DAD, you are in trouble, this is from a woman." Then Puliss threw the gift box into Sherlock's arms, hid behind Mycroft who was sitting opposite, and was caught by the uncle Pulled from behind, hugged in his arms.Then one big and one small looked at Sherlock with the same eyes.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, should he be thankful that the kid doesn't have curly black hair.

There is no word on the box, how does this child know it was given to him?Well, if it was him, he could tell that it was for himself.The reason is simple, except that all the gifts in his house come from normal sources.In other words, why does Mycroft's gift also appear here.He just agreed to Mrs. McCaw's coming.

"The woman."

"Yes, we know it's a woman." Mycroft shook his finger, then snapped "Thewoman!"

"The woman!"

One big and one small spoke in unison, alarming the 'ladies' in the kitchen.

"Sherlock, Mike, what's the matter?" Mrs. Holmes' voice came.

"NO, everythingisokaymom." The Holmes brothers said in unison, and Mycroft stopped Price just in case. "Also, the name you gave me is Mycroft, not Mike. To be honest, have you been struggling with which one to choose for so many years?" This is the trick that Mycroft has used to stop Mrs. Holmes from nagging for many years, and , only this one.

Suppressing the curiosity from the kitchen, Sherlock opened the presents.It's a cell phone.

Why?This is her lifeblood, why would she send it to him.When Sherlock was distracted, Pulis took the phone from his hand and opened it.

"DAD, is this phone yours?" Priss looked at the password on the phone, and then opened it.

"No." Only then did Sherlock notice that the phone was in Pulis' hands. The woman was full of tricks and didn't know what would be installed on the phone.

"She replaced yours with hers, didn't she, that's why your phone's notification sound is so out of date." Puliss returned to the unlocking interface, it said IAM 口口口口 LOCKED, and then, Puliss entered SHER , to unlock the notification sound. "Isfather's name. Here you see uncle."

"The woman will cry." Mycroft looked at the phone.Erin never expected that there would be a young genius who adored her father in the family.

"Who's going to cry?" Mrs. Hodson came up with a small piece of Christmas pudding, and put Price on his stomach first. "I told you a long time ago, Sherlock, be a gentleman, even if you want to avoid John being jealous,,,"

"Who would be jealous?" John fetched three cups of coffee and sat down on another chair.The two big Holmes looked at each other, "Don't keep me out of it this time." Sherlock took back his Christmas present.

"But I can't let uncontrollable factors participate, because these things will make my mother worry." Mycroft wanted to use the previous routine to deal with Sherlock.But this time there seems to be a little problem.

"Who's worried," said Mrs. Holmes coming from behind, "I've never worried about you two brothers." Sherlock stared at Mycroft, the world's largest