[Comprehensive Sword Three] Who dares to hit my son

It rarely snows in London, and the numerous snowflakes flutter and fall from the sky like cotton wool. The beautiful falling track, against the night lights, looks beautiful.

At this time, everyone was gathering on the second floor of the Baker Street Cafe.

"Sherlock, where's the pepper?"

"The third level of the first cabinet on the left."

"What about the plastic wrap?"

"You should be in the drawer under the TV cabinet."

"Where's my juicer?"

"bathroom."

"Found it! Hey... Where's my spatula?"

"It's either under the bed in the bedroom or in the refrigerator. I'm more inclined to the former possibility."

While Sherlock was manipulating the phone, he answered Anna's question. Out of the corner of his eye, Watson's dull expression appeared, and he waved his hand holding the phone, saying, "Obviously, don't be so surprised."

Then he said to Mary who was sitting next to Watson teasing their daughter Rosa: "Mary, you'd better close your husband's mouth, I'm afraid something might fly in."

This sentence is vividly reflected in Anna's body. In the four months since Anna found out that she was pregnant, Anna's memory has continued to decline. Until now, one thing is often in her hand. Once you let it go, you don’t know where you put it, and you can’t find anything all day long.According to the excellent IQ genes of the Holmes family, coupled with Anna's current appearance, I don't know how smart the child in my stomach will be.

"Heh." Mycroft sneered: "The famous consultant detective, the extremely clever Sherlock Holmes, is now using his reasoning ability to find things for his wife?"

Sherlock glanced at Mycroft's hand tapping the sofa rhythmically, and replied lightly: "Mycroft, don't think about your upcoming meeting, Anna's mood is very unstable and moody these days, if If you dare to go out from here, I'm not sure if the kitchen knife in her hand will appear on your body."

Lestrade, who was sitting by the side, pulled out Mycroft's cell phone from his hand silently. Today was nothing special to them, but Anna said that today is New Year's Eve in China, and that a relative or friend should It's a festival to get together, so I called them all over and made a table of Chinese food for them to eat.

Although Anna doesn't cook often, her cooking skills are very good. It is said that it is because of her full level of cooking skills.Lestrade couldn't understand this sentence, but it didn't affect his taste of food.And in the past few days, he and McCoff have had very different opinions on weight loss and diet. For him, he doesn't mind McCoff being deflated.

Mycroft looked helplessly at Lestrade, who pretended to be doing nothing and looking away, finally stood up, and went to the study to use computer video to deal with matters.

"It seems that I missed something." A sexy female voice came, and Irene came over from the stairs: "I'm so happy to see McCoff deflate, thinking of the previous things, I feel that I have let out a bad breath Woolen cloth."

From this, we can see how unpopular a certain British government official is.

"You, who are wanted by many parties, appear here so blatantly. Should I admire your bravery? Miss Irene Adler." Sherlock raised his eyelids, coolly ironic, for the person who was almost snatched Sherlock is a bit jealous of his wife's talent and beauty.

"Mr. Sherlock cares about me so much. I'm really flattered." Irene found an empty seat and sat down, put her coat on the back of the sofa, took a sip of tea that was empty on the coffee table, and curled her mouth A smile that is not a smile, blood red lips and sexy eye makeup look very attractive and domineering, worthy of being the "sad queen": "Anna has helped me modify all the itinerary and monitoring records, no one will know .

Irene smiled brightly at Sherlock's back: "Yes, my dear."

Sherlock looked back and saw that Anna had come out of the kitchen at some point. She was wearing a loose cotton maternity dress. Because of the cooking, the cuffs were slightly rolled up. After pregnancy, Anna looked round and beautiful. , the face that was originally slightly distanced has softened a lot, exuding the brilliance of motherhood, so beautiful that people dare not look directly at it.

But now, his wife completely ignored her husband who was sitting in front of her, and threw herself directly into the arms of a potential rival in love opposite him, asking her warmly: "Irene! It's been a long time since we met like this! I saw you with my own eyes It's great to be unscathed, I really miss you."

"I miss you too, come on, sit down, you are still pregnant with the baby." Irene hugged Anna and gave Sherlock a provocative look, and helped Anna to sit down.

Irene looked tenderly at Anna's round belly: "I don't know if it's a boy or a girl, as long as it looks like Anna, it must be cute."

"Really." Anna rubbed her belly and smiled gently: "I'm looking forward to this child too, as long as I don't inherit Sherlock's long face..."

Sherlock watched his wife and his rival complaining about the shape of his face blankly, not knowing what to say.

"Pfft!" A chuckle came from the kitchen. Looking back, Oross was leaning against the door of the kitchen. Seeing Sherlock looking at her, she tilted her head and said hello: "Good evening, Sherlock."

"Oros, you..." Mycroft, who had just come out of the study, felt that his heart was about to startle when he saw Oross. After all, thinking of what Oross wanted to do, although he was fine now, he still felt instinctively. Fear.

"Don't be so surprised, Mycroft." Anna stood up and gave Aurora a close kiss, and said to Mycroft: "I just brought Auros here, New Year's Eve reunion night, how could it be less Ou Ruosi, don't worry, I will take Au Ruosi back later."

"That's it, Mycroft." Orosi blinked her eyes: "Don't worry, for Anna's sake, I won't do anything."

Orosi turned her head to look at Sherlock: "Yes, Sherlock."

Sherlock's eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish, and finally nodded.

Mycroft felt his hairline might be in danger.

"You are Aurora Holmes?" Irene looked at Aurora, her eyes were full of curiosity and admiration, there is a connection between smart people, and as soon as they met, Irene became very interested in Aurora.

She stood up, stretched out her hand to Ou Luosi and said, "Anna often mentions you to me, hello, Ou Luosi."

Ou Luosi looked at Irene quietly for a while, then suddenly laughed, she stretched out her hand and held Irene's hand together, the two white and delicate hands from different masters were put together, there was a kind of saying Unmistakable beauty: "Hello, Irene." Her voice was hoarse and full of magnetism: "Nice to meet you."

"..." Anna looked at the two close friends who were smiling like spring blossoms, and felt that something was going on...

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After sending everyone away and clearing the table, Anna nestled quietly on the sofa in front of the fireplace, resting her head on Sherlock's lap.Harry had something to do at Hogwarts and couldn't come back. Anna didn't need to ask to know that it had something to do with some little bastard named Malfoy.

Thinking of this, Anna couldn't help rubbing her head against Sherlock's thigh.

"I miss Harry." Sherlock flipped through the case with his mobile phone in one hand, and gently stroked Anna's feather-like hair with the other.

"Children always have to leave home." Anna said melancholy, stroking her belly with one hand: "Sherlock, what do you say if our children grow up and live away from us..."

"Unfounded worries." Sherlock looked at the case on the screen, blurted out the words, and his tone also carried the usual faint iconic sneer.

"What did you say?" Anna's tone became dangerous.

"I said don't worry, I will always be with you." Sherlock immediately looked serious, damn it, when will the pregnancy syndrome pass.Even after Anna was like this, he could still endure it for so long. He had never been so convinced that his love for Anna was so strong for a moment.

Suddenly kissed on the cheek, Anna put her arms around Sherlock's neck: "I love you too, Sherlock, I love you the most."

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"Sherlock...Sherlock..." A distant voice came from the darkness, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, looking at Watson's worried face.

"What's the matter with you?" Watson asked suspiciously. Seeing that Sherlock woke up, he went to the coffee table and poured a cup of tea to Sherlock: "Is it so?"

Have a nightmare?I called you, but you didn't wake up. "

Sherlock didn't answer, with a rare confusion on his face.

"Sherlock?" Watson called again.

Sherlock suddenly came back to his senses: "It's nothing... I don't remember either. By the way, what's the matter?"

"Lestrade just called." Seeing that Sherlock had returned to normal, Watson was also relieved: "It is said that a body was found in the Xilik District, dead in the snow, and there was no trace of it except the footprints of the deceased. There is no trace, and no murder weapon can be found, so I ask you if you want to go there."

"Oh, of course, there is finally something fun, how can I not go." Sherlock stood up neatly, put on the windbreaker and scarf, and waved to Watson: "Let's go, my blogger."

The two went downstairs and walked out of the gate of 221b Baker Street. There were scattered snowflakes in the sky. Sherlock took a taxi and glanced at the cafe opposite because it was already late at night, and the cafe was closed. There was no light, it was dark.

Sherlock got into the taxi without hesitation. He didn't remember the dream just now, but he still had a little impression of the warm feeling. He was affected, but he didn't miss it.

There are countless brain-stimulating cases waiting for him to solve. He has trustworthy friends and assistants who accompany him in life and death. The world has opened the door to him, and what he has to do is to work with his assistants To solve the mystery one by one, never stop.

The story of 221b Baker Street continues...