Group favorite daughter [Zhongyingmei]

John H. Watson, a veteran military doctor who returned from Afghanistan, was introduced by an unreliable old classmate, and a self-created "consulting detective" career and the only one...well, shared a room with him at 221B Baker Street .

However, he never expected that from the moment he stepped into 221B Baker Street, he officially changed from being a doctor to appearing at the crime scene with Sherlock, running around the streets with Sherlock to stop taxis, and breaking the law with Sherlock. A detective assistant who broke through windows and entered other people's houses, searched for evidence all over the world with Sherlock, and flogged corpses with Sherlock...

What was even more unexpected was that one day, he had to help Sherlock hold the baby!

child!Such a big one!

Jump over and hug Sherlock's thigh!

Sherlock broke away!

Almost fell down with tears in my eyes!

Sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Watson hugged the small ball wrapped in his coat and sighed helplessly.

It happened... amazingly.

In short, in the completely enclosed crime scene, there was suddenly a loud sound of heavy objects falling, and just as the police officers approached cautiously with guns, a panicked man ran out of the closed alley. The little girl, ignoring everyone present, sat on the ground and hugged Sherlock's leg closest to the entrance of the alley, yelling in a soft voice very pleasantly.

"I finally found you!"

What a touching scene of acquaintance... Bah!

The next moment, Sherlock pulled his leg out and walked away!It was Watson who calmed down the little girl who was shocked to the point of aphasia in time!

After briefly scanning the little girl who was still in shock, Sherlock quickly walked to the entrance of the alley, his cold gray-green pupils turned slightly to quickly take in all the scenes, and then quickly turned back to the little girl after 2 minutes, pure The British voice was extremely calm, "Where is the person chasing you?"

Ella: "...Huh?"

Taking off his coat and wrapping the little girl up, Watson, who was helping her with the scratches on her hand, looked up in surprise, "Is there anyone else?"

"Of course! That's a dead end, why did she appear here alone, someone brought her here!" Sherlock was obviously very excited, and swept away the boring appearance of wasting ammunition in the room tossing the walls before, with those gray-green eyes Under the light, it seemed to reflect a mixture of yellow, green and brown tones, and looked at the little girl with a scorching light, "Tell me, how did that man leave?"

Watson asked suspiciously, "A man?"

Sherlock ignored him, staring at the little girl as if staring at a strange puzzle, "a tall figure with size nine shoes, wearing a baggy coat or cloak, with no decorations, appearing here suddenly and in a hurry Run away," slowed down, "how did he do it?"

The little girl opened her light blue eyes in surprise, because she was only focused on disinfecting the bruised wound, and her dirty little face had not been wiped, which made her big eyes more clear. She opened her mouth, her voice hesitated, " Have you watched the surveillance?"

"Why do you need to do so much for what is in front of you?"

Sherlock's eyes scanned her from head to toe like an X-ray. Just as he was about to say something, Inspector Lestrade came over with a complicated expression, and Sherlock forcibly ignored her with his hands behind his back.

The inspector, who had short blond hair that gave the little girl a friendly feeling, said, "We have to take her to the police station, Sherlock."

Sherlock refused without looking back, "NO, she came to see me, but just happened to be here."

"But this is the scene of a murder, that—" Noticing the little girl with a confused expression on one side, Lestrade immediately turned to the words, "It was just transported out of the alley, and she appeared too abruptly."

"That's my business." Sherlock took a mobile phone and called a taxi, "Fleck's two mistresses murdered him together for property and huge insurance and faked a suicide scene. The clumsy disguise is full of mistakes, okay now you You can go find them."

"Hey, Sherlock..."

Sherlock was full of confidence, "You can ask her if she would like to go to Scotland Yard with you or follow me."

The detective, who had always had nothing to do with this great detective, had no choice but to look at the little girl. The little girl understood, pointed her little finger at Mr. Detective, who was wearing a long trench coat and raised his chin slightly, and replied softly, "Yes, I am here. Looking for him, Mr Inspector."

Even if he wasn't Stephen, he had taken away her hanging ring, so she had to get it back.

Lestrade, who knew there was a problem but couldn't stop the two from taking the little girl away, sighed, looked at the taxi going away and picked up his phone.

……

The taxi swayed slightly, and the little girl in Watson's arms swayed too. Her original denim jacket had rolled on the ground several times and she couldn't wear it. He took it off and put it in a bag, with one small cheek Yuanyuan has short limbs, wearing pink and white short sleeves wrapped in his brown coat, a bit like a shelled peanut.

The little girl who had wiped her cheeks was white and tender. Now she was holding her chubby little palm with her head down, wondering what she was thinking. She raised her head occasionally, looked at Sherlock with watery blue eyes, and then looked down at her palm in aggrieved manner. .

He obviously has the same pure British accent as Jarvis's father, Stephen has exactly the same face and a lock of curly hair, why didn't he take her hanging ring and not give it to her?

It's not good to take other people's things.

Ignoring Mrs. Hudson's exclamation about the sudden appearance of a little girl, Sherlock closed the door with a "snap", turned his head and looked at Ella with piercing eyes, "You know me."

Putting the little girl into the single sofa, Watson said helplessly, "She's just a child, Sherlock, shouldn't she contact her parents or guardians first?"

As he said that, the mild-tempered Mr. Doctor squatted down, and his brows frowned because of the sudden situation relaxed slightly, "Do you still remember the contact information at home?"

Little Ella nodded affirmatively, and replied childishly, "I remember."

"More than just remembering, she has already notified her family." Sherlock, who stretched his legs on another sofa diagonally opposite, said coolly.

Watson, who was taking out his mobile phone from his pocket, had an expression of "you are kidding me", and then saw the little girl nodded embarrassedly, "Yes."

Watson:? ? ?

He hugged the little girl along the way, but he didn't see her holding a phone or cell phone.

"A positioning device or a signal transmitter? Or..." Sherlock frowned slightly, and his eyes once again fixed on the little girl, "Mutant?"

In the next second, he immediately denied this idea, "No, you are not a mutant. Five to six years old, American, a stupid goldfish with a wealthy family and ignorance of the world, with at least two beloved elders, dependent on his father, and at least one Sister or brother. You showed up at [-]:[-], and the nighttime temperature in London had dropped to eight degrees Celsius in late October, but you were still wearing short sleeves and a thin coat. Obviously, you were brought here by force and there was no time to change your clothes. Clothes that smell of veal steak and Chardonnay, you just had a nice French meal with your parents, siblings, you can't drink alcohol but you smell of it, you got attacked shortly after you left the restaurant, and it's not just You, and others."

The light blue eyes were wide open like a cat's kitten, rippling with water, clear to the bottom without any concealment, dazed and innocent, the little girl nodded in a daze, "That's right."

Sherlock put his palms together on his lips, lowered his eyes as if he was kissing his own fingers, and continued, "Although the person who suddenly appeared in the alley was the cause of the man who chased and killed you, it was also influenced by you, you disturbed him His actions diverted it from its original course, but obviously the man was more familiar with this place than you - I mean London, or England. But you are not his target, the collar of the coat is torn, and the behavior is rude, he never The brooch you snatched here is the purpose. You know me, or my face, the person you think is the target of your help, a reliable elder."

Sherlock spoke quickly and authentically, "Suddenly appeared in the evening in London during your lunch time, is that man a mutant?"

Seeing the little girl's expression, she denied it again, "No, you know his identity, but you are not going to tell me."

"Yes, all correct, you are so smart."

The little girl didn't feel offended by being ripped apart, she looked at him sincerely, "Then can you give me back the ring?"

Sherlock: "No."

Watson looked at Sherlock inexplicably, "You still took the little girl's ring?!"

Looking at him sideways, Sherlock was as motionless as a mountain, "I picked it up from the ground."

That was the ring that he saw sparking with his own eyes, so it must be of great use.

Ella: ... angry!

Looking around, Watson frowned seriously, "Sherlock, you can't do this."

"I can." Seeing that Watson was about to say more, Sherlock waved his hand, "Anyway, her guardian is coming soon, so we'll talk about it then."

Sighing, Watson knelt down to look at the little girl, "That's the way he is, may I go get you a cup of hot milk?"

"If you don't want her to cry, ask for strawberry!" Sherlock shouted to Watson who was going down the stairs, but the little girl retorted.

The little girl said seriously, "I won't cry."

"Why?" Sherlock looked at this serious peanut dumpling with interest, her baby fat cheeks puffed up as she spoke, maybe she should be a puffer fish.

Little Ella tilted her head, "Why should I cry?"

"Premeditated kidnapping, bruises and bruises on the body, a home far away from five time zones, an environment full of strangers, and a kidnapper who doesn't know if he will come back, anxiety, tension, fear, grievances , It can scare any juvenile goldfish to tears when disassembled alone."

As Sherlock said, while observing the little girl's expression, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and approached the little girl, and asked softly as if he had discovered some hidden drawer, "Aren't you afraid?"

The bright light blue eyes blinked, the golden eyelashes are lighter than the wings of a butterfly, and the long light golden hair that was combed hastily was tied up with a small wing hair tie. Ella thought for a while and asked with her mouth pursed, "Scared, what does it feel like?"

Sherlock's handsome face like Mr. Mage suddenly showed a big smile, clasped his palms together, and even his black curly hair fluffed up happily.

He stood up suddenly, and paced on the brown-red checkered carpet, "Interesting, a five-year-old child is not afraid after going through all this."

Ella added, "So far, I haven't felt it, which doesn't mean I don't have emotions of fear."

Sherlock suddenly approached her, and the suddenly enlarged face in front of her eyes made the little girl shrank back in the sofa even though she was familiar with it. She puffed up her face and looked more like a puffer fish. "This is fright." Thinking, "Is it too stupid to even have a goldfish brain?"

The little girl retorted childishly: "You are the goldfish."

"Okay, okay, now drink your strawberry milk." The beautiful palm patted her head, and after two seconds, she rubbed it again before leaving, Sherlock sat down on the sofa, "Very good. "

"What's so good?" Watson pushed open the door and came in. He was slightly relieved to see the two of them still in their original appearance. He was really worried that the little girl with a secret would react and cry after being stripped naked by Sherlock.

"Thank you, Mr. Watson." The little girl took the warm milk, took a small sip and licked it clean carefully, and then began to drink.

Sherlock glanced at her, "How do you know his name is Watson?" From the beginning to the end, no one called Watson's name in front of him.

The little girl blinked, and said as a matter of course, "The name is written on that book."

Although she arrived at a strange place, the map was automatically scanned and updated as instinctively. Although some places were blocked by unknown forces, she scanned the area from that alley to Baker Street clearly.

What's more, after realizing that it was not Stephen, he immediately scanned all the people present, and obtained some information through Inspector Lestrade's mobile phone network.

Sherlock looked at the distance between the book and the sofa, and squinted his eyes.

While talking here, Ella has confirmed safety with Jarvis in the teammate channel. He was unconscious but not in danger, but Jarvis was ignored by the man in black cloak because Apocalypse exposed his identity as a robot.

Now just wait for Stephen to come pick her up, and then go to some goddamn Ministry of Magic and tell them to hand over Cat!

Thinking of the robbed cat, the little girl's light blue eyes, which had no intention of hiding anything, unconsciously showed resentment, Sherlock noticed, and said in a very relaxed tone, "Thinking of the cat you were robbed of." thing?"

Ella retorted subconsciously, "It's Amao."

After a pause, he became even more resentful, "They took my cat away!"

"I can help you find your cat."

The little girl refused without thinking, "NO."

The mysterious side is already covered with fog that blocks the sight of ordinary people, not to mention the more closed world of wizards. It is too dangerous for ordinary people to enter the world of wizards.

Sherlock's eyes were clear, "You think I can't face those unknowns."

"I did not say."

"Every movement of yours says that," Sherlock crossed his fingers, "Do you know why they robbed your cat, what to do, and how to get it back?"

The little girl shook her head, "...I don't know."

"I can tell you the answer in just 2 minutes. Do you think the relevant departments you hoped for can help you solve the problem?"

"How do you know..." As soon as the words came out, Ayla knew it was going to be bad.

"So there are relevant departments," Sherlock flicked his long legs and flipped his slippers, lying on the sofa, his gray-green pupils slightly enlarged because of excitement, staring at the ceiling, "with special abilities, not mutants, large-scale and organized , the internal camp is not unified, relatively closed and unknown—”

The buzzing and vibrating phone on the side interrupted his words. According to Sherlock's style, he would just automatically block himself and continue talking, but now he looked at the lit phone screen with narrowed eyes and sharp eyes, like a He only saw the cat who didn't like things, he turned his head and completed the following, "Also has contact with some small staff."

Watson looked at the screen, and it turned out to be a call from the British government. You know, he prefers to send text messages.

"Sherlock?"

Sherlock turned a deaf ear, "I really want to simply think that they are a cult or a pyramid scheme."

Watson frowned in disapproval, "I thought you were just here to investigate the reason for the sudden appearance and the person similar to you." Now it sounds like he is exploring an unknown organization, and what is even more frightening is that he Been planning this for a while.

"Comeon, Watson, there are always flaws that cannot be hidden. And why should I be interested in another man who looks a bit like me, unless he has the same brain and goes to crime, I'm sure , that would be much more interesting to us."

Seeing that the wizarding world could hardly hide it, Ella blinked and raised her hand to ask, "Can I go to the bathroom?"

Go to the bathroom and let Stephen pick her up directly, so you don't have to expose the mysterious side in front of the outrageously smart Sherlock. As for the suspension ring...then use the space door to steal it back?

"You really should learn how to hide your stupid thoughts." Sherlock said very calmly.

Ella: ...

Boom!

In the internal channel, Stephen said, "Since we've been found out, I'll pick you up directly."

As he said that, Stephen raised his hand in the temple, and the golden space door opened, revealing the messy room opposite and the wall covered with newspaper clippings and papers, and the whole smiling face was shot out by bullets. He just thought In the past, a hand was waved head-on, and he subconsciously raised his hand to pat it back——

Snapped!

The two hands clapped together.

Palm to palm, heart to heart.

Everyone: ...

The room was instantly dead quiet.

Half lying on the sofa, Sherlock just noticed that he was not waving subconsciously. He saw a ghost on his face. The ghost still looked exactly like himself, and his pupils shrank suddenly. mustache man with hand.

There is brown curly hair on the forehead, slightly white sideburns, a robe made by a special profession, and a red cloak that looks exquisitely crafted and valuable——

He was about 40 years old, his right hand was trembling, his fingers were covered with small scars, and his jaw and middle finger had old calluses. He used to be a surgeon, and then he had an accident. After experiencing setbacks, he regained his motivation and support; he wore the same black ring on his right hand. It is inferred that it is the medium or auxiliary of spell casting; the eyes are deep and resolute, and the will is firm and has a mission; the blue cloth is produced in Tibet and Mongolia, which is similar to the traditional mage robe, and the collar and cuffs are a bit messy, indicating frequent and large movements. place back.

That's right, all reasoning is normal, except for his face.

Stephen Strange, who only exposed his upper body, silently looked down at the man lying on the sofa, his Adam's apple hidden under the collar of his cloak moved.

Black curly hair, handsome long face, serious expression, high IQ, arrogant and conceited.

There was no power fluctuation in the time when he was still reading in the room, indicating that he did not accidentally go back to the past or go to the parallel world.

That's right, everything in time and space is normal, except for his face.

Under Little Ella's suddenly widening blue eyes and Watson's unbelievable gaze, the two men who seemed to be slightly different in age and temperament suddenly withdrew their hands. Stephen returned to the temple at once, and the voice came from the space door. It came over and overlapped with Sherlock's shout who jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the bathroom.

"I'm going to wash my hands!"

The little girl and Watson looked at each other for two seconds. Watson frowned with an indescribable expression. He held and released his hands that had no place to rest, "You... came here too?"

Little Ayla nodded innocently, "The first time I used it successfully, it was wrong to superimpose it with another spell of that person."

Watson opened and closed his mouth several times, but he didn't make a sound for a long time. He put his hand in his pocket and rubbed his thumb against the fabric of his trousers, "Is that gentleman...?"

"my teacher."

"Oh, that's understandable why you went wrong." He pursed his lips and nodded, his footsteps moved in a small range, and the usually gentle and steady doctor was a little uneasy.

The little girl pursed her lips, "I'm sorry, I can't tell you this."

"No, it's okay, I understand," Hua Changsheng let out a long breath, and he smiled gently at the disturbed little girl, "I understand."

After all, even the British government Mycroft Holmes, who seems to know the truth, is hiding it from them.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang, and Mrs. Hudson's greeting came from below, followed by the sound of footsteps going upstairs, approaching step by step, as if stepping on the most vulnerable part of his heart. Watson spread his hands, nodded helplessly, and went to open the door , "Okay, everything is here."

The male gentleman in a black suit holding a black umbrella nodded gracefully, "Hello, Miss Stark."

Ella could not help but sit upright, "Hello, Mr. Holmes."

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Sherlock strode over from behind Ella, "Come on, silly goldfish can't understand the little staff's twists and turns."

The little girl looked up dissatisfied, "You are the stupid goldfish."

Sherlock sneered, "You can't go back tonight, and you have to stay here for at least six hours."

"why?"

"One minute ago, the nuclear bombs in the whole world were controlled by a mutant and flew into the sky." Sherlock said, and he just saw Stephen's dignified expression from the corner of his eyes, "And here, it can just protect you, right, dear brother ?”

Facing the two faces of his younger brother in the room, Mycroft calmly displayed the demeanor of the British government, "Of course, I will protect you at Stark's request. Please rest here with peace of mind."

Looking at Sherlock, "Hope you'll stay in this room all the time."

The corner of Mr. Detective's mouth curled up into a big smile.

"Who knows?"