Detective Sherlock doesn't wait for the wind to blow

Hamish's change was somewhat unexpected to Sherlock, but in Watson's view, it was nothing more than normal.

In the past, Shirley was the only partner Hamish got along with at the same age, but now, it is gratifying that Hamish is very popular in school and gets along well with his classmates.

Thanks to the influence of her genius father, she is also a maverick girl in the eyes of her classmates.

For example, she always asks for leave and skips classes.

God knows, those were all willful actions of her genius father, and there was no room for negotiation.

Moreover, handling cases is indeed much more exciting than going to school.

To be precise, father's daily life is much more exciting than going to school.

When Hamish thinks of this, there will always be a sly smile on his face, thankful that his father is so different.

It was another Monday morning, and all the students began to get up early to deal with the teachers in pain.

Sherlock woke up in the morning, turned his head to look at Hamish who was curled up in his arms, bent his elbows on the pillow, scratched his hair casually, then got up and picked up Hamish who was a little awakened by the way.

Sleepy-eyed, Hamish took the toothbrush from Sherlock. Strawberry-flavored toothpaste filled his mouth, spit out the foam, and complained to Sherlock: "Papa, I don't like strawberry-flavored toothpaste."

Then I heard Sherlock's lazy voice from above his head, "I don't like it either."

……

"You used my toothpaste again!"

Hamish splashed cold water on his face to dispel his sleepiness from getting up early.

When I came out, I found that my father, who had been too lazy to wear a bed sheet without pajamas, was changing clothes.

"Papa, are you going out to handle the case?"

Sherlock gracefully buttoned his cuff buttons, "Clean yourself up in 3 minutes."

……

All right, my lord.

Today my father won't let me go to school again.

However, my mood is very bright.

When Hamish and his father came to the coffee shop next to the headquarters of "Life", they saw a middle-aged man with a pale face waiting there.

The man's name is Forestier, and he is a somewhat well-known reporter. He is in charge of the political column and also regularly writes for the literary column.Because he suspected that his wife was unfaithful and wanted to take his own life, he made an appointment with Sherlock here.

Without his father answering, Hamish imitated Sherlock's usual mean tone, "I, papa, should take care of this kind of thing after you die."

Being treated like this by a little girl, the man's face turned red, obviously very angry.

"Sir, I know about the scandals of several congressmen. I'm sure it's exclusive. As long as you can help me get rid of my wife, I'll let you know all the information." The man looked very excited, coughing violently, a little ferocious.

Hamish heard his father's cool voice, "If you don't rest from your lung disease, you will be able to get rid of your wife completely within three months."

The man on the opposite side made a pitiful voice, unwilling to say, "Help me, Mr. Holmes, I won't be able to rest in peace until this problem is solved. This incident is driving me crazy."

Sherlock picked up Hamish and stood up. He wanted to go straight to the door, and replied indifferently: "Wait for you to be more honest, I think I will be interested, Mr. Forestier."

"Mimi, what did you see?"

Sherlock, sitting in the taxi, asked Hamish.

Hamish looked at Sherlock who was in deep thought, and said, "Papa, why don't we buy a car?"

……

"Tonight's frozen almond tofu is cancelled."

Sherlock pressed the keyboard, and Hamish understood that it was sent to the Chinese pastry chef that Mykoff managed to find for her.With tears in her eyes, she looked at her father, who was arrogant and awkward, exuding a do-not-disturb aura, and she didn't understand what she did wrong!

When Sherlock came back today, he buried himself in the room. Hamish watched his expression change from indifference to excitement, and could almost imagine how amazingly fast his mind was running, automatically blocking all interference.

Therefore, when it was meal time, Sherlock, who had been called three times, came out of the room slowly.

At dinner time, Watson took the pains to bring Shirley to the dinner. Mrs. Hudson's cooking skills are still not bad. Watson and Shirley, who are looking forward to the dessert every day, were surprised to find that the desserts have been sent by McCoff. His little men were gone.

Watson secretly complained more than once, sending a dessert every time was like sending a bomb, fully armed and not showing his face.

Today, no one is even exposed...

Hamish tugged at the black silk embroidered chair cushion she was sitting on. The bumpy feel made her heart fluctuate for no reason.

"Cough, today's dessert was canceled by papa."

Watson and Shirley stared at Sherlock with wide-eyed expressions in sync, and Sherlock cut the steak on the plate unmoved.

When the cell phone rang, Watson hurried back to the clinic to see a patient, leaving Shirley to live in 221B. His room was kept in good condition, just to provide them with a convenient place to stay.

After the steak was finely cut into squares by Sherlock, he handed it to Hamish, with a concise and strong tone, "Eat."

Hamish accepted Sherlock's cut steak with a bitter face. She has a slight anorexia, and she has no love for steaks that are not fully cooked. Mrs. Hudson and Watson will not force her to eat steak, as long as she eats just fine.

Mrs. Hudson regards Hamish as her granddaughter. Seeing Hamish eating the steak, she still swallowed it with nausea and vomiting, with a distressed expression, "If Mimi can't eat it, don't force it, Sherlock, this is another ..."

Sherlock glanced at her, the corners of his lips twitched, but there was not much smile in his eyes, "You should go downstairs for a walk, Mrs. Hudson, the elderly should pay attention to their health."

"Sherlock, Mimi's anorexia is because of you..." Mrs. Hudson's originally aggressive tone suddenly softened when she touched Sherlock's condensed face, but she still muttered unwillingly, "You are still so forced she……"

The sound of "dong dong dong" came downstairs, and Mrs. Hudson's anger could be seen from the sound of the sound.

Sherlock looked at Hamish who was staring at the steak in despair. Her little face was full of tangled depression, with a little disgust and disgust for the steak in front of her, and a faint worry about being afraid of his anger.

It is indeed because of him.

Sherlock was obsessed with a case when Hamish was six years old. He hadn't encountered such an exciting case for a long time at that time, and the great excitement made him ignore Hamish.

Mrs. Hudson and Watson also decided to go on a long trip because of a period of relaxation, and Hamish was taken by Sherlock.

Sherlock was immersed in the case for nearly three days. On the morning of the third day, when he opened the curtains and the sun shone on his decadent face, he realized what he vaguely remembered but always ignored in the process of handling the case. The little girl was abandoned for three days.

He opened the door, and the little girl hugged her knees and curled up by the door, wrapped in a thin blanket on the sofa, her face was a little pale because of hunger.Hearing the sound of him opening the door, he opened his eyes and gave him a weak smile.

Why don't you know how to go out to eat?Why not sleep on the couch?

Because Hamish is scared.

Sherlock only has the case in his eyes, he can't see Hamish.

So, as long as Hamish sees him in his eyes, it will be fine. Wherever you go, everyone will walk with you, so you won't be left behind... right?

When Hamish's anorexia was discovered in the hospital, Hua punched Sherlock in the face angrily.It was also self-blame, how did they rest assured that Sherlock could take good care of a six-year-old child.

"It's not because of you..."

Hamish's tender voice reached Sherlock's ears, causing his memories to disappear before her eyes. Her tone was a little anxious and nasal, as if she was afraid that he would be angry, "It's my own problem..."

When she was a little hungry, there was still some milk in the refrigerator, but she wanted to eat meat herself, so she didn't understand anything, so she just bit it down. The bloody smell made her sick, even though her mouth hurt even after rinsing. Ways to ease.

When she was so hungry that she couldn't take it anymore, no matter how nauseated she was, she drank the milk. It was obviously the taste of drinking, but it seemed to be mixed with an unspeakable fishy smell, as if flesh and blood were eaten together.

"It's my fault... I'm too greedy..." Hamish murmured, as if recalling something, he wanted to vomit.

Sherlock looked at the tears in the corners of her eyes because of the discomfort, and touched her head, his tone seemed to soften, "You ate an extra piece today, Mimi, it's very good."

Hamish felt his father's loose tone, and looked at Sherlock with watery eyes, "I want to sleep with Shirley tonight."

Sherlock's hand stroking her hair paused, and gently tugged at her hair.

"up to you."