[sherlock] Sherlock's Ome

Shelley watched Sherlock lay down on the sofa, with a pair of long legs almost stretched out of the sofa, and said worriedly: "Sherlock, this sofa is too short, even I can't sleep on it, how can you do this?"

Sherlock curled himself up: "Okay, you can put the quilt on me. Shelley, you are afraid of sleeping alone, and today's case sounds interesting, but it's so boring that only 3 points, only the blow dart Worth my trip today so I don't have to think all night."

Shelley had no choice but to cover him with a quilt, turn off the light and go back to bed: "So the case has been solved?"

Sherlock turned over, and the sofa rattled loudly, making Shelley almost worried that it would fall apart: "It's almost there, just check again tomorrow, we should be home before lunch."

If John was here, he would probably have asked him to talk about the case, but Shelley's curiosity had been nearly extinguished by Sherlock in almost 20 years. She just turned over and soon fell asleep.

A good night's sleep, but Sherlock grinned a little when he got up, he didn't sleep well all night, his whole body was sore, and his uncomfortable face was wrinkled.

"It's cute again." Shelley helplessly pulled him onto the bed and lay down on the bed, "I'll let you press for a while for the sake of giving me the bed."

She used to massage her grandfather, and sometimes her parents. Sherlock was the first outsider to enjoy her service, and she hissed and screamed loudly when she pressed him. Noticing the attention of John who was already up next door, he knocked on the door.

"Sherlock, are you okay?"

"Come in." Shelley didn't let go of Sherlock, but raised his voice to let John come in by himself.

When John opened the door, he saw Sherlock lying on the bed, and Shelley was sitting on his waist, not knowing what he was doing.He raised his eyebrows: "Are you guys fighting?"

"Yes, you see, I have subdued him." Shelley smiled, pressed Sherlock's tense shoulders a few more times, and then got off him, explaining, "He slept all night last night sofa, so I pressed him."

John glanced at the short sofa, agreed: "That's really uncomfortable, but why sleep on the sofa?"

Sherlock got up from the bed wrapped in pajamas: "I like the sofa..."

His words were interrupted by Shelley: "Because the bed was robbed by me, I was a little scared last night. You know, the old house also said that there are vampires."

John laughed understandingly: "It's scary, but fortunately we won't live here for long."

Shelley also smiled: "You don't need to live anymore, Sherlock said that it will be resolved immediately, and we can go back to London for lunch today."

"That's really great, Mr. Holmes." Robert stood at the door at some point, "Maybe you'd like to clear my mind and tell me the truth?"

"Of course," Sherlock stood there wrapped in his nightgown, as comfortable as if he were wearing a tuxedo, "but it's getting late, I think we can probably start breakfast? With this time, you can put your Please come over here with your father-in-law and stepson, I need to meet your stepson and talk to your father-in-law."

Robert was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask anything, just said: "Of course, of course, breakfast is ready, I'll call my father-in-law now."

The breakfast is good, there are beans and blood sausage. Shelley hasn't eaten such an authentic English breakfast for a long time. Although she has never liked blood sausage very much, it is already very sincere for a man who is not very good at cooking to prepare these. . The little baby bill also woke up, sitting in the car and looking at everyone with his big round eyes, he has already eaten milk, and is happily playing with a big rubber duck, pinching it until it "quack" ring.

The taste of the breakfast was not bad. Halfway through the meal, a man in his fifties walked in with an eight or nine-year-old boy.

Robert quickly stood up and greeted: "Watt, please sit down, I'll bring you breakfast. Ward baby, how are you doing these days?"

Ward seemed to have a very good relationship with his stepfather. He ran over and hugged his stepfather by the neck and said hello sweetly: "I am doing well, Dad. Watt said that when my mother recovers from illness, he will take me to Australia to see kangaroos." , Dad, can I go?"

Robert glanced at his father-in-law, smiled and said to the child, "Of course, baby."

Ward cheered, and ran upstairs: "I'll go and talk to my mother."

Watt was eating beans, saw him go upstairs, put down his spoon and chased after him. Robert was stunned for a moment, and explained to the guests with a smile: "Watt always dotes on children, but I don't know why this time Ward stayed with him for a few days, and he doted on him so much that he never left."

Sherlock's phone rang, he picked it up and took a look, his eyes lit up, he opened his mouth to say something, seeing that everyone hadn't finished eating the food on the plate, he endured it again, but anyone can see his irritable.After Shelley, who was the slowest, put down his spoon, Sherlock said, "I have a case in London that needs to be dealt with by me. Let's end the whole battle. I think Mrs. Ferguson must also want to hear about it. Why don't we go upstairs explain."

Robert had no objection, so everyone went upstairs.The bedroom door was open, and Mrs. Ferguson was sitting on the bed waiting for them, obviously ready to accept anything.

Mrs. Ferguson is a fair and beautiful blonde beauty. Although she is still sick, it doesn't affect her beauty at all.Are all blonde women beautiful? What a boring color black is, Shelley thought.

"Don't think about it," Sherlock said suddenly, "it doesn't really matter what you look like."

Shelley pursed his lips in embarrassment, still couldn't help but glared at him, and said in a low voice, "What do you know, you with a negative EQ?" After a pause, he asked, "It doesn't matter what I look like? If someday Are you disfigured like in the movie?"

Sherlock said impatiently: "Wouldn't it be you if you were disfigured? If you're not satisfied, go get it done and use the fat man's card."

"I don't want plastic surgery." Shelley muttered, with a big smile on his face involuntarily.

After everyone sat down, Sherlock closed the door and said, "Mrs. Ferguson, I think you should agree that the following words should not be heard by your son Ward."

Mrs. Ferguson froze for a moment, with nervousness, anticipation and fear in her expression, but she nodded and did not speak. Robert was a little strange, but he didn't say anything, maybe he just thought that some words were not suitable for children to listen to.

"The theory of vampires is absurd. This kind of case has never happened in the history of British crime." Sherlock went straight to the point, "Your observation is correct. When Mrs. Ferguson stood up on the side of the crib, her lips were full of blood. , but I can't believe you're even thinking of vampires."

"But……"

Sherlock unreasonably interrupted Robert's defense: "Have you never thought of other possibilities? You know that sometimes if a person is bitten by a snake, he can suck the poison out with his mouth to buy time for treatment."

"Snake venom?" Robert exclaimed in surprise, "Did a snake come in the house? Bill was bitten by a snake? Honey, why didn't you explain?"

"I'm just giving an example!" Sherlock showed his impatience towards low-intelligence businessmen, "Of course the child under one year old was not bitten by a snake, he was stabbed by a poisonous arrow. Yesterday in the living room I saw the wall I knew it when I was blowing the arrow, the baby was stabbed by the poisoned arrow, if the poison is not sucked out immediately, it is likely to die."

"And that dog. He did an experiment with a dog. Although I didn't foresee the existence of this dog, it confirmed my speculation was correct."

Robert asked in confusion: "But who did it? I have a good relationship with everyone in the village. Who would hurt a baby?"

"Haven't you understood yet? Besides Ward, who else should Mrs. Ferguson hide for, even at the expense of being misunderstood by you." Sherlock said impatiently, "Obviously, Ward was beaten by his biological father before, although he later gained your love, He is still very insecure. Especially after the birth of his half-brother Bill, seeing that his parents love his little brother very much, he is so jealous and hates him."

"My God!" Robert exclaimed, leaning back on the chair, and Mrs. Ferguson also cried on the quilt.

"Bill is in good health, which in Ward's view just reflects his disability and flaws. He remembered the blow dart given by his grandfather, but luckily Mrs. Ferguson found it in time. It's just that he is Mrs. Ferguson's biological son after all, how could she Shinobu exposed him? I had to tell her father about it and send Ward to my grandfather's house."

"God, dear, I'm sorry, how could I doubt you... I'm sorry, you should have told me."

"Ward is my son, I'm afraid...I'm afraid you'll hate him, I'm sorry, Robert, I'm sorry."

Sherlock stood up: "Mrs. Ferguson's handling is still right. Let his grandfather take him on a trip for a year or two, so that his vision and heart will be more broadened. This will be very useful to him. Alright, John, Shelley , we should go back to London, there are still two murders waiting for me, I'm afraid Lestrade has already waited anxiously."