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Scarlett stepped off the plane with a small suitcase. Compared with the scorching sun in New York, the air in London is more humid and suitable.Scarlett sent a message to Sherlock in advance, so she immediately saw Sherlock standing there standing out from the crowd... It's not that he is particularly tall, but his arrogance that makes no one around him except Ray Strade had no one else.

A flash of surprise flashed in Skalevin's eyes.

Lestrade met Sherlock when he was a young policeman, not because he was young, nor because he was mediocre, but because his immediate boss happened to be his deadly enemy in the police academy, which made him almost Ten years without promotion.

But all this changed after Lestrade got to know Sherlock. His rival boss was transferred from London to Liverpool. The case team, and then step by step to become the team leader.Lestrade even has an extra trick. Any case they can't solve seems to be solved as long as it is in Sherlock's hands. What Lestrade needs to do is to endure Sherlock's poisonous tongue and provide him with the case. .

Lestrade didn't think it was a problem. Sherlock's way of solving puzzles was always so wonderful, but being his nanny was easy to get stomach problems.

Sherlock: The way this policeman admires me is very pure and unaffected, unlike other coquettish bitches.

Of course, this is not the reason why Lestrade came to be Sherlock's driver, and the reason why he would do it is naturally because Mycroft, Brother-in-Sister-Conn, Deny Holmes asked him to do it, oh, and With the little favor that Sherlock helped him yesterday, God knows that Sherlock went to study in the United States, why is he so well aware of what happened in England?

Following Sherlock's gaze, Lestrade quickly spotted the black-haired girl.Lestrade had met Scarlett Holmes a few years ago, and he found that she had changed a great deal from the little girl she had been to a beautiful, grown-up girl.

She should have taken care of herself after getting off the plane, her thin bangs were kept very short, her delicate curly hair was tied up high, and she wore a jewel flower hairband on it.After the long-distance flight, the girl's face was not tired at all, and she even put on some light makeup. She was wearing bib shorts and leather sandals, which didn't match the current temperature in London, which is only ten degrees Celsius. There was a heavy rain yesterday, and the temperature dropped suddenly. Quite a few, at least Lestrade and Sherlock were still wearing coats.

Little Sherlock Holmes came out of the exit with a small suitcase in her hand. She had a very special temperament that attracted people's gazes, but she turned a blind eye to other people's gazes, or rather, she was used to it... En , which is very Sherlock Holmes.

The other party was obviously very happy to see them. With a smile on her face, she walked over quickly and called happily, "Sherlock~"

Sherlock looked at Scarlett and said, "You stayed in the United States for ten days, and you got a dark color, and gained 0.5, not 0.6 pounds."

Scaleven sternly slapped Sherlock with a "slap".

Sherlock: "..." Why hit me? ?

Lestrade: "..." Serve it right.

In order to prevent any inappropriate things from appearing in tomorrow's headlines, Lestrade pretended not to have seen the scene just now, and stepped forward and said, "You are Miss Holmes, right? I'm Greg Lestrade, do you still remember me?" ? We've met before, I'm... Sherlock's friend."

Sherlock: "No, we are not, I have no friends."

Lestrade: "..." Don't want to worry about it, let you be beaten to death.

Scaleven said very understandingly: "Officer Lestrade, right? I remember you, you have always taken care of Sherlock."

Sherlock: "What? He took care of me? No, he didn't..."

Scarlett: "Shut up!"

"Call me Scarlett, that's what they call me," Scarlett went on to Lestrade.

"Okay, Scarlett, uh... that's all your luggage? Let me put it in the trunk for you. Ah, Greg, you can call me by my name directly." Lestrade smiled helplessly Laughing, "Your brother never called me by my name."

"That's because my brain doesn't need to remember boring things." Sherlock continued.

"Thanks, Greg." Scarlevin ignored him.

When Lestrade put the suitcase away, he found that the two Holmes had already sat in the car, er... This is of course a bit impolite, but Lestrade felt strangely that this is really Sherlock Holmes style. ...

When he walked around to the cab, he heard Sherlock and Scarlett seem to be arguing, and they stopped as soon as he walked over, but he still heard Scarlett say to Sherlock: "Yes, it is Your fault, do you have any opinion?"

Lestrade didn't hear Sherlock's answer, but just seeing his aggrieved face was worth the ticket.

"Where to?" asked Greg Driver Lestrade.

"go home."

"Go to my place." Even though she only stayed in the UK for more than a month, Sherlock still refused to live in Mycroft's apartment, but opened a room in a hotel with Mycroft's money...

Scarlevin and Sherlock gave different answers, but Scarlevin's cell phone rang at this moment. She glanced at it and changed her words: "Go to the hotel."

"It's Mycroft," Sherlock said firmly.

"Hmm." Skalevin edited the information carefully with her head down.

"The fat man ran into my room again... Huh, you know, he has been looking forward to your return for a long time. He has been to the dentist three times this month. If you don't come back, he will have to pull out the dentist. Toothless... Wait, why do you want to have dinner with Mommy and Daddy? I've already thought about the restaurant I'm going to."

"The four of us can go together." Scarlevin rolled her eyes, "I've already made an appointment with Daddy and Mommy, which one are you going to?"

Shocked, Sherlock said, "Why didn't you ask me first?"

Scarlett said "hehe": "You didn't seem to ask me before you went to the United States, did you?"

Sherlock thinks Scarlett is too narrow-minded, it's been several months, okay?

Scarleven: Talk for a lifetime!

Outside the hotel, Scarlett also invited Lestrade to have a cup of coffee, but Lestrade flatly refused... Just kidding, he has already seen the little black car of Big Holmes, okay?

A high-end hotel like this, as long as you have money, can make you feel like a king, but there is one thing Sherlock is most dissatisfied with, that is, the hotel has no ability to resist pressure at all, and completely rejects the small officials of the British government at all. Meaning nothing.So Sherlock wasn't surprised to see Mycroft standing in the middle of the living room, but he was very upset.

"Scaleven, my dear little sister, you are finally willing to come back." Mycroft leaned over and supported the little black umbrella as a crutch. His posture immediately caused Sherlock to complain: "Hurry up and stand up!" Come on fat man, your umbrella is about to break, don't you hear it moaning because it can't bear your weight?"

Mycroft stepped forward speechlessly to take the box from Scarlevin's hand, and placed it against the wall.

"It seems that you are really bored and moldy, Sherlock, is it satisfying to attack my weight?" After putting away the box, Mycroft followed his siblings to the sofa and sat down.

"No, what I want to talk about is your rotten teeth." Sherlock smirked.

Mycroft was on the verge of covering his cheeks, but he held back.

After Sika Lewen sat down, she waved her hand at the refrigerator. The refrigerator door opened by itself, and a bottle of mineral water floated into her hand.Scarlett unscrewed the bottle cap and took two sips, then asked Mycroft, "We're going to have dinner with Mommy and Daddy, do you have time, Mycroft? Sherlock chose the place."

For a moment, Mycroft wanted to refuse directly, "What time?"

"07:30."

"Well, I think I still have time for a meal, but it needs to be arranged."

After asking for the address, Mycroft took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the secretary and driver who were on standby downstairs. Before Sherlock had time to protest, the matter had been decided.

"Are you free tomorrow, my dear sister?" Mycroft asked after putting down his phone.

"No, she didn't," Sherlock said matter-of-factly.

"Sherlock," warned Mycroft, "I suppose it's for Scarlettwen to decide."

"I just want to ask you something, Mycroft. I'll stay here today. Anyway, I have two beds. When will you be free tomorrow? I'm afraid I have to go get some stuff first." Scarlettwen's answer The opposite of Sherlock.

"The tools you used to make the potion last time are still in my place, as well as... rolls and gold steel." Mycroft felt that Scarlett's naming skills were really not good...

Scareven received the wrong radio, thinking that Mycroft had information about wizards to tell her.

The evening turned out to be a rare dinner for the Holmes family. The Holmes couple were pleasantly surprised, but the Holmes family is always not good at showing their emotions... So it turns out that Scarlett is not her own~ She always acts like a spoiled child. Acting like a baby, when it's time to make a move~

Hearing that their youngest daughter would not come home to live again, the Holmes couple were also a little worried, but Scarlett was living with Sherlock and was making potions for Mycroft, so they had nothing to worry about.

With Mrs. Holmes in charge, the atmosphere was very harmonious, and even Mycroft and Sherlock only had a small quarrel.

...This is enough to make Sherlock unhappy, especially when Mycroft acts like a good brother in front of Mummy.

During the rest, Skalevin came out of the bathroom after washing, and Sherlock sat on the bed. Seeing her come out, he picked up a small bottle that was placed aside and handed it over.

"Here you are," Sherlock said.

"What is this?" Skalevin took it, and there was some white crystal powder in the small bottle.

Sherlock clenched his fist and coughed, saying, "This is lily of the valley."

"What?" Skalevin thought she had heard wrong.

"Lily-of-the-valley." Sherlock repeated it again, probably thinking that Scarlett didn't understand what it was, and he explained: "Lily-of-the-valley is an extract of lily-of-the-valley, which is difficult to dissolve in water, but it can dissolve Like ethanol and acetone, it is a natural poison that..."

"I know what lily of the valley is." Scaleven interrupted Sherlock, "but...why did you send me this all of a sudden?"

Sherlock was shy for a moment, and he said unnaturally: "Didn't you always worry about my going to America before? This is... this is just a small gift."

Scarlevin: "..." People apologize and send flowers, and you apologize and send **.

Okay, it's Sherlock.

The author has something to say:

Lily of the valley flower language: happy return.The British call it "lady's tears".

Author, I'm going to be on duty again QAQ