[Comprehensive Sword Three] Who dares to hit my son

Harry was sitting on the floor, throwing toys all over the place, his cheeks puffed up, and he was muttering something.Obviously, the little guy was very upset.

When Sherlock came out of the bathroom, he saw the toys all over the floor, and his forehead was throbbing with blue veins.

He strode up to Harry and knelt down, picked up a scattered toy on the ground, and said to Harry seriously: "Potter, I want to warn you again! If you want to play with toys, you shouldn't throw them away." Drop it. If you want to throw it away, don't throw it all over the place! I just put these toys away before I went to the bathroom... oh!"

Harry responded by slamming the toy on Sherlock's head angrily.Seeing Sherlock screaming in pain, he clapped his hands happily and "giggled" and laughed.

Sherlock looked at Harry with annoyance on his face: "Why did I agree to take care of this kid!"

Although Anna and the others had only been away for 5 days, Sherlock was almost driven crazy by Harry, and he felt that the most vicious criminals were not as scary as Harry.At least the former can bring him pleasure, while the latter can only bring him trouble.

In order to ensure Harry's physical and mental health, Mrs. Hudson temporarily confiscated his fingers and eyeballs in the refrigerator with the toughest attitude ever.

please!It's all in the fridge, can a baby see that!

Sherlock used his ingenuity to finally keep some of his test product, but his good partner with a skull head couldn't come back until Anna came back to take the kid away.

There is no more loss-making deal in the world than exchanging one's own little friend for such a little devil who eats, drinks and serves like a master.That fellow Mycroft gave him a mocking phone call yesterday!

"Sherlock, don't be so cruel to Harry." Mrs. Hudson came up from downstairs, holding Harry's bottle in her hand: "You will scare him."

Picking up Harry on the carpet, she handed the bottle to Harry's mouth.Harry is a very energetic little guy, and the source of his strength is that he is basically not picky eaters, and he will suck it obediently when he is handed over the bottle. This is one of the few things Sherlock has experienced from Harry these days Advantages...Of course, if it was Sherlock who handed the bottle, Harry would never cooperate like this.

"By the way, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson looked at the little Harry in her arms tenderly, and said to Sherlock: "My friend in Ireland invited me to go on vacation, I agreed, and I will leave tomorrow. So you may have to take care of Harry alone for the next few days..."

"What?!" Sherlock couldn't believe it: "You want me to take care of this little trouble alone!"

Harry didn't understand what they were talking about, but he was happy to see Sherlock's expression. He stopped drinking the milk powder, raised his two little hands high, shook his body, and grinned.

"It's not difficult Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson turned Harry to Sherlock: "Look how good Harry is. If you can be patient, you will get along well."

She touched Harry's cheek, and Harry gently rubbed it against Mrs. Hudson's palm.

"Look, how cute, come and try."

Sherlock didn't want to try at all, but under Mrs. Hudson's rare irresistible gaze, he touched Harry's cheek anyway.

"Aww!" Harry bit Sherlock's hand hard.

"Let go, kid!" Sherlock yelled.With the help of Mrs. Hudson, he finally freed his own hand.

"Harry, you can't be so naughty." Mrs. Hudson nodded fondly on Harry's little nose, and Harry stuck out his tongue at Sherlock.

"We can't get along well at all! Mrs. Hudson!" Sherlock pointed to the saliva-stained hand bitten by Harry: "Look, he still bites me!"

"Harry is so small, even if he bites you, it won't hurt too much. Besides, you put those finger and eyeballs in the house all day long for experiments, and you shoot randomly at the wall if you can't solve the case. I'm not Have you put up with it?" Mrs. Hudson looked indifferently at Sherlock's "unreasonable trouble" there, her tone and when she was talking to Harry were two extremes.

She stuffed Harry into Sherlock's arms and said, "Remember to take good care of Harry, I'll be back in a week."

Then he kissed Harry again, and said lovingly, "Dear Harry, Mrs. Hudson is going out, remember to listen to Sherlock."

Early the next morning, Mrs. Hudson went out with her suitcase to call and disappeared from Baker Street.

Standing in front of the window on the second floor with Harry in his arms, Sherlock watched the taxi carrying Mrs. Hudson disappear around the street corner, and said to Harry, "There are only two of us... oh! Let go Don't grab my hair with your hands!"

"Ah... woo... Mom... ah..."

"Your mother isn't here, let go of my hair!"

"Pfft... woo... play... play..."

"My hair is not your toy, use your brain to think about it! Let go!"

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Lestrade has been very depressed recently. When there are cases that Sherlock needs to solve these days, Sherlock always brings Harry over, and then asks him to send a policewoman to take care of Harry and not let Harry enter the crime scene. .

"Sherlock." Lestrade looked at the curly-haired man busy in front of the corpse, and said helplessly, "Scotland Yard is not a place to look after children, you shouldn't have brought Harry here..."

Sherlock observed the corpse carefully, talking non-stop: "Then what can you tell me to do? Anna and Mrs. Hudson are all on vacation, I can't leave that kid at home by myself. Bring it here, Let me take it to check the clues, let Harry see these things, and we will all have to finish the game if Anna finds out..."

"That's true……"

"Don't talk!" Sherlock interrupted Lestrade, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and placed his chin, and said, "You're too noisy! I need to be quiet, I'm thinking, I'm about to understand..."

"Charlotte...Charlotte...Charlotte..." There was a soft and tender child's voice outside the door.

"*!" Sherlock opened his eyes and walked towards the door: "Didn't I say I was going to feed Harry!"

"Hey, man, how do you know Harry wasn't fed..." Lestrade asked, following Sherlock.

"That brat only calls me by my name when he's hungry!"

And after returning to Baker Street

Sherlock looked at Harry, who had an "unhappy, please hug" expression in front of him, stretched out his right hand and shook his index finger: "Give up, Potter. I won't come to hug you, you have to practice more by yourself." walk……"

"Woo..." Tears started to form in Harry's green eyes.

"Unless you come and get it yourself, I won't give you the toy." Sherlock pointed to the puppet toys next to the hill and said, "Anyway, you're just throwing them around, so come over and get them yourself." Take it."

"Whoa... whoa... woo..." Harry began to cry.

"It doesn't work for me." Sherlock came over and tapped Harry on the forehead, then turned and went to the living room.

Harry howled dryly for a while, making sure that Sherlock would not come to hug him, so he could only stop his voice aggrieved, staggered towards the pile of toys on his short legs, rushed over in one breath, and buried himself in the pile of toys. In a plush toy.

In the living room outside the bedroom door, the sound of "ping-pong-pong" fighting came from the living room for some reason, and even hit the bedroom door several times.

Harry already felt aggrieved, but hearing these voices made him even more disturbed, piles of plush toys rose up one by one, suspended in mid-air, and kept spinning above Harry's head.

Sherlock was pushed hard against the bedroom door by a man in black, knocked the door open and fell to the ground. The man in black was about to step forward to make another punch when a pile of plush toys suddenly took his sight. .

The toys rushed towards him quickly, hitting him one after another and knocking him out of the bedroom. Sherlock got up quickly, took an ornamental wood carving from the furniture, and the man in black hadn't touched it yet. Knowing the situation, he smashed the wooden carving on the head of the man in black, and the man in black fell into a coma instantly.

"Huh." Sherlock wiped his sweat, walked to the bedroom door and said to Harry, "Good job, Harry. But don't let your mother know that you saw me fighting with strangers."

Sherlock responded with a toy that hit him on the head with a heart in the middle...

"Sure enough, I still can't get along well with this brat!"

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Anna took Harry back from Sherlock's hand. Harry was sound asleep, his little face was flushed, his mouth opened and closed, and he was breathing steadily.

"You took good care of Harry. I was still nervous when I was on vacation." Anna sat on the sofa on the second floor of 221b Baker Street with Harry in her arms, and said softly, "Thank you, Sherlock."

"It's indeed a rare experience for me." Sherlock shrugged and took a sip of tea.

"It's my first time raising a child, Sherlock." Anna stroked Harry's black hair, and said, "I don't know what's best for him...Harry means a lot to me, I hope He gets the best of everything, but he's afraid of making him crooked because of me, and I can't do anything about him..." Anna looked at Harry with a soft tone, and when she looked up at Sherlock, the topic changed again, her tone Become extremely dangerous: "You didn't let him see anything he shouldn't see..."

"No, everything is fine." Sherlock replied calmly and quickly, making it impossible to see that he was lying.

"That's good." Anna nodded with satisfaction, stood up, and smiled at Sherlock: "I'll go back first, I haven't returned to the cafe this time, I hope you like the gift I gave you."

In the middle of the living room is a coffin, carved with intricate and exquisite ancient Egyptian patterns, which is the image of a person with his hands crossed on his chest.

"I bought this mummy from the exchange. According to the transaction records, it should be real. I think you might be interested."

Sherlock opened the coffin and carefully looked at the mummy in the coffin several times.

"Not bad indeed," he remarked appreciatively.He has always been very interested in mummies, but it is a pity that the transaction is really troublesome, and it is against the law to make one by himself.

Lestrade pushed open the door, and the mummy on the ground immediately jumped into his eyes.

"Sherlock! What did you do!" Lestrade was obviously frightened: "Where did you get the mummy! Smuggling is against the law!"

"Harry is still sleeping, don't wake her up." Sherlock didn't take his eyes off the mummy.

Lestrade immediately fell silent.

Anna stepped forward and explained: "Inspector Lestrade, you don't have to worry. This mummy is my thank you gift to Sherlock for taking care of Harry. There are legal procedures and it is not illegal."

"That's good." Lestrade breathed a sigh of relief, he was always afraid of what Sherlock would do.

"Then I'll go first." Anna said, "You talk to Sherlock, I'll go back first."

Then he went downstairs.

"Wait, Miss Anna!" Lestrade stopped Anna, "I'm here to find you."

Anna turned around suspiciously: "Me?"

"That's right..." Lestrade's expression became serious: "Miss Anna knows Linda..."

"Yes, she was the previous owner of my cafe, what's the matter?" Anna gradually had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Three hours ago, she was found dead in a remote alley in Acre District. She was stabbed several times. The fatal wound was a knife in the heart, which went directly into the heart. But even without the knife, she The amount of blood loss is enough to be fatal..."

Anna's pupils suddenly dilated.