[Shen Xia] Son of Great Britain

John's original travel plan was to have a good meal with his girlfriend with the tour group, and then stay in New Zealand for a week or two to meet his old buddies. ①

That was his former comrade-in-arms and the boss who had taken care of him for a while. He retired early due to injury and has married and settled in New Zealand.

When John and Sherlock gathered with the tour group at the airport, the tour guide sized them up, walked over and said softly: "If you are not satisfied with the double room (two single beds), I can help you change it to a standard room." room (a double bed)." She rubbed her fingers.

John's eyes widened. In order to be with his girlfriend, he did report a route that is more popular with couples. He did not expect to cause such a misunderstanding.

Before he could explain, Sherlock had already slipped a banknote into the tour guide's hand.

The tour guide collected the money and left with satisfaction.

"Hey!" John glared at Sherlock dissatisfied.

"I don't like single beds." Sherlock put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker.

John's original intention of coming to New Zealand was to relax and forget about the bad pool incident, wooden barn and bomb/bomb, but at this moment he suddenly had a bad feeling.

——With Sherlock here, can he really spend the whole vacation easily?

—Obviously, no.

Three days later, looking back at the pursuers behind him, even John couldn't help but want to curse.

It all started because Sherlock pointed out at the attraction that a boss who entertained them was a murderer, and unfortunately, the boss was also the leader of a small gang.

Relying on the map recorded by Sherlock, the two walked through the city and successfully got rid of the pursuers.

Worried that he would be left on the sidelines after returning to the tour group, John hurriedly called the tour guide, claiming that the two of them had something to do and would not be returning to the hotel tonight.

Fortunately, the report was for a group with a relatively high degree of freedom. Listening to his panting, the tour guide seemed to understand something, and agreed very empathetically.

John didn't have the strength to scold his mother anymore. He put his hands on his knees and continued to breathe heavily to recover his strength.

Sherlock was in front of him, and the two of them were equally embarrassed.

The two looked at each other, and suddenly smiled at each other.

John knows very well that Sherlock, who has a sexual//sensual mind, has been walking on the edge of danger, but it is this stimulation that attracts him, making him give up his original intention time and time again, and follow him without any struggle.

Under the brewing of dangerous environments again and again, they have not known each other for too long and have become loyal friends who cannot be replaced by anyone.Just like this time, he knew very well that his vacation was completely wasted, but John did not leave in a fit of anger, but shrugged his shoulders, showing a helpless expression, and followed Sherlock's footsteps after resting.

Sherlock led him to a mobile hot dog stand.

John thought he was hungry, so he reached out for his wallet, only to find a somewhat familiar figure standing in front of the car, "Inspector Lestrade?!"

Lestrade, who was exposed, raised the brim of his hat, turned around in embarrassment, "Hi."

John looked at Sherlock, then at Lestrade, "Why are you here?" He didn't think that the busy Scottish inspector would come to New Zealand for vacation like them.

"I'm here too..." Lestrade wanted to make up a lie, but Sherlock snorted lightly, and he had to spread his hands to make a "you know" meaning.

John thought of the brother Holmes who had an amazing desire to control, and unexpectedly understood Lestrade's helplessness.

But Sherlock's deliberation to expose Lestrade's stalking them was obviously more than just to say hello.

John watched helplessly as Sherlock walked into the local police station as Lestrade. After scorning the IQ of the local police officer, he left the mess to Lestrade and those poor people. The police officer took him away.

"Uh...wouldn't this be too good." The kind and loyal John felt guilty for Lestrade who was ruthlessly left behind.

Sherlock said nonchalantly: "He has long been used to it, let alone..."

"What?" John asked suspiciously.

Recalling the reasoning when he first found out about Lestrade, Sherlock couldn't help gnashing his teeth and said, "My parents won't return home early." With his mother's character, he would definitely ask to see Favors' adoptive father. How could Mycroft send Lestrade over at this time.

Of course John knew that Sherlock came to New Zealand with him to avoid his parents. He raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but said, "You've been cheated."

Sherlock didn't admit it, he seemed to be thinking of ways to fight back.

John took a step sideways, as if thinking of something again, turned around to look at Sherlock, hesitated for a moment before continuing to ask: "Then shall we go back?"

"Of course not!" Sherlock glanced at his doctor, "I'm not going to help that fat man." He had obviously anticipated the current domestic situation.

"Then go see my old buddy?" John invited.

Sherlock didn't refuse, he followed John unexpectedly obediently to meet the veteran.

In front of the door, John repeatedly told Sherlock not to act casually, but he knew in his heart that Sherlock would never keep his mouth shut.

Sure enough, within a few minutes of meeting, Sherlock pointed out that the veteran had been defrauded.John had to guarantee Sherlock and promised to recover the defrauded money together with Sherlock, which calmed down a family conflict that almost occurred.

Although he said so to his comrades in arms, John was not sure that Sherlock would take over the case. After all, this case was placed in 221B, and it definitely belonged to the category where the client was driven away before he finished speaking.

For this reason, John also prepared for the worst. Fortunately, Inspector Lestrade was also in New Zealand.

Sherlock, who noticed John's thoughts, was dissatisfied with this. He stepped on the bench in the park, opened his arms, looked down at John and said, "You actually put the only consulting detective in my world to choose Gleason?!"

"It's Inspector Greg." John beckoned him down and wiped the shoe prints off the bench for him. "So you agreed to help me recover the money?"

Sherlock seemed to have had some fierce struggle with the super villain, and said with great difficulty: "For the sake of the holiday."

John beamed, and he gave Sherlock a hug, "Oh, thank you so much, Sherlock!"

This sheer trust pleased Sherlock, who was willing to waste a little of his precious time on this frivolous case.

They had been in New Zealand for over two weeks, longer than John had expected, all because of the hospitality of the lost and found veterans.Sherlock also unexpectedly has no plans to return to China. He seems to be keen on solving those unsolved cases in New Zealand recently, which makes Lestrade, who is in charge of negotiations, a headache.

When they returned to London, nothing seemed to have changed in London.

"Honey, how are you resting? How's it going there? Actually, I want to play too." Mrs. Hudson eagerly served coffee and tea.

"Not bad." John held a teacup and showed an awkward smile.In fact, he didn't think it was a rest at all, he clearly changed places with Sherlock to continue solving the case, and caused a lot of trouble.As for the scenery of New Zealand... To be honest, he almost forgot.

"My brain is going to rust, why are there so many idiots there!" Sherlock said dissatisfied.

"Oh, Sherlock, this is rest." Mrs. Hudson was not surprised, and suddenly she asked John, "Are you two sleeping in the same room?"

John choked and coughed again and again.

Mrs. Hudson smiled mysteriously, and walked quickly to the kitchen, "I'm going to prepare biscuits."

John, who put down his teacup, leaned weakly on the sofa chair, he had already given up on explaining.

Unlike John and Sherlock's comfort and comfort, after finally solving the mess that Sherlock left in New Zealand, Lestrade was taken away by a black car at the airport gate as soon as he landed back home.

Lestrade, who was being tossed and tossed by the Holmes brothers, was full of annoyance.

When he saw that the destination was Mycroft's mansion instead of the Diogenes Club, his anger subsided by half, he thought Favors was here.Although he is very angry, if he can see his lovely adopted son for the first time, his mood will naturally improve.

Unfortunately, it was McCaw who he saw in the house.

"Where's Favors?" Lestrade asked bluntly, a little unhappy.

Just need to deal with some small problems abroad, the headache of Sherlock and the work of dealing with goldfish are handed over to others. In such a nourishing environment, Mycroft has gained a full 6 pounds, and his hairline looks like saved.

"It's almost lunch time, and he'll be right back." Mycroft gestured with his hand, "Maybe you'd like to tell me about the scenery of New Zealand?"

Considering that Favors really liked to go to the library, Lestrade accepted the answer calmly and reported to McCoff about New Zealand.

As soon as Favors came back, he found Lestrade. He knocked on the door of the study and gave Lestrade a big hug and a sweet smile, just like a little angel.

Mycroft looked a little toothache, and there has never been a "little angel" in their Sherlock Holmes family.

Favors was unreasonably enthusiastic, but Mycroft didn't believe it was just because he and Lestrade had reunited after a long absence. He had a premonition that Mycroft was going to make trouble, and looked at Favors warily.

Favors was held in Lestrade's arms, and he also smiled at Mycroft from the perspective, which made McCoff even more vigilant.

"You look thinner, how are you doing these days?" Lestrade weighed Favors and said what every parent would say.

Favors took advantage of the situation and replied: "In addition to studying, there are some jobs. Of course, those are easy, but I hate contacting those stupid goldfish." He was telling the truth.

The honest little angel blinked, looking innocent.

"Work?" Lestrade frowned, thinking about Favors's extraordinary mind, he turned around and looked at Mycroft, who had gained a little weight, as if he knew something, he raised his voice and shouted, "Mike Corfu Holmes!"

However, Mr. Inspector still remembered Favors was there. He suppressed his anger, first took Favors to the kitchen to find the nanny who was cooking, and then returned to the study.

He clapped his hands on Mycroft's desk, wishing he could grab the tie of the hateful guy in front of him, "You're hiring child labor, Mycroft! How can you get Favors to work for you? He's still a child!"

His gaze was equally lethal, and McCoff adjusted his tie. He said frankly: "He didn't work for me, just like you didn't work for me."

Lestrade would be busy for Sherlock, not because of an order from Mycroft, but because he regarded Sherlock as a friend and was grateful to Sherlock for solving the case for him.Mycroft just "please" him to help Sherlock at some suitable time.

Mycroft took a deep look at Lestrade, "He's a Sherlock Holmes, and he's working for himself."

Lestrade was full of astonishment, but subconsciously believed it. He even thought of it all at once, "He is your son?!"

"Exactly."

Lestrade fell back on his chair, and a paragraph of beautiful English words that were completely muted followed.

Lestrade will know about this matter sooner or later, he has the qualifications to know, the father and son have never revealed it, and there is also the meaning of worrying that the inspector will be angry.

But this kind of thing obviously cannot be dragged on indefinitely, and Favors is very dissatisfied with the carefree life of Mycroft recently, so he forced McCoff to face Lestrade's anger and pick himself out.

Most people in the world have a heart for comparison. After deciding to become Favors' adoptive father, Lestrade also imagined what kind of person Favors' biological father would be.Judging from most of the conditions evaluated by the world, Lestrade didn't think he would be completely defeated by Favors' biological father.

But Favors' father is Mycroft Holmes.

Lestrade had mixed feelings about the Holmes brothers.Sherlock is easier to say, he is more like facing a bear child, admiring him for taking care of him.

As for McCoff...

From the first time he saw him, Lestrade knew that this guy was a bastard, a complete bastard.

But he can still understand this bastard, understand everything he has done for Sherlock and this country, so he will work hard, not all for Sherlock.

Speaking of which, he was actually so deeply involved with all three Holmes.

"My God, what have I done," he could not help murmuring.

One Sherlock Holmes is already a headache, two are nightmares, what about three?

"We all like you very much, and you will always be Holmes' friend," said Mycroft. "I think Favors will be happy for us to raise him together."

Lestrade stared at Mycroft, and he said every word, "I'll ask Favors myself!"

Mycroft pursed his lips, "Then how about having dinner together? Favors should be hungry too."

Considering Favors, Lestrade stayed.

It was an eerie dinner, almost like an ex-divorce couple asking who their kids want to be with.

Favors chose Lestrade without hesitation, Mycroft was calm as expected, and Lestrade was surprised.

"I lost weight," Favors hinted.

Only then did Lestrade realize that if Favors was handed over to Mycroft, he would inevitably suffer endless oppression, just like himself.

The inspector looked embarrassed. He felt that Mycroft was more suitable to teach Favors. After all, they were Sherlock Holmes with outstanding talents and extraordinary minds. They were the same kind, and he would only appear out of place.

"So I said co-parenting is a good option, don't you think, Greg." Mycroft wiped his mouth with a napkin.

But is there anything Sherlock Holmes can't do and must be done by himself?

Lestrade looked at the father and son, one older and one younger, who were very similar from clothing to demeanor, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

Maybe he could teach Favors to be less "Holmes"?

Lestrade finally agreed, and obediently jumped into the trap dug by Holmes.