I have special killing skills

It was six months when Justin was not so annoying anymore.

Moriarty looked helplessly at the little meatball spitting bubbles at him, and silently rolled his eyes.

God, why on earth did I tie my head and let Sebastian go out to do errands?He should keep that man at home, no matter with his dexterous mouth or his soft body, he should keep him, so as to avoid letting him take care of this little one who can't speak and can only cry!

"You should pay more attention to him, Jim, the little guy likes you very much." This is what Mrs. Vincent left him before going out, yes, it is the wizard who has been taking care of him and Sherlock during the six months they lived together Mrs. Vincent, this good lady has stayed in Australia and never left. In her words, although she likes her old friends in England, she prefers the smooth air of Australia.

But just when the little meat ball was thrown into his arms by a man with long blond hair, the good lady floated away, leaving Moriarty and the little thing staring at each other.

Gritting his teeth, Moriarty showed a gloomy expression on his face that always had an innocent and pure smile: "Don't always stare at me, little guy, I really like your mother, um, maybe Your dad, his potions always work. But I hate your other dad, the guy with the platinum hair, so don't look at me, I hate the color of your hair."

But the platinum-blonde little thing was not threatened by him at all. The little wizard who was only six months old didn't know what fear and fear are. He just followed his instinct, and his instinct told him that the man with black hair and black glasses in front of him still liked him very much. of.

So the little guy named Justin smiled, and his toothless pink gums looked soft and cute.

Moriarty rolled his eyes indecently, thinking of his lover again, then he had to get a little closer to the small bed, and reluctantly stretched out his finger to point the little one's chubby face.

Justin subconsciously followed Moriarty's fingertips with his swarthy eyes, and when it came closer again, he opened his mouth and bit it with an "ahhh".

Moriarty raised his thin eyebrows: "You are the first guy who has the courage to bite me."

Justin sucked hard, as if trying to get something out of it, but in fact he couldn't get anything out of it.

The little meatball couldn't meet his needs, which made him a little dissatisfied. The very squeamish little thing raised by two silly fathers was about to cry when he frowned, but before that, the witty Moriarty had already He picked up the milk bottle on the side and stuffed it roughly into Justin's mouth.

Looking at the little thing who was so happy to drink from the bottle, Moriarty thought for the first time why he provoked those two wizards?

It seemed that he was inadvertently attracted to a dark-haired wizard, and then everything went wrong with one of his own... accosting.

Moriarty never felt that he had done anything wrong, whether it was playing a game with Sherlock or losing himself to Sebastian Moran, but this time, he felt that he might really have done something wrong.

The wizarding world is too complicated and scary.

"Ah!" A cry made Moriarty look at the little meatball again. He had already thrown away the empty milk bottle, and his chubby belly should no longer feel hungry, so, little Stuff began to look for new goals, such as playing games with the man with big black hair in front of him.

Of course, every time he finishes eating, someone will play games with him. The six-month-old Justin has been used to it by his two silly dads.

Moriarty didn't like children, but he could probably guess what the little thing was thinking.

Hell, if I wasn't afraid of your father's little stick, I would have sold you long ago.

In order to prevent his ears from being harassed, Moriarty stretched out his hand and grabbed Justin by the collar and lifted it to his lap. The two thin long legs are not difficult to bear the small butt of the little thing.

Playing with a child...what to play...

Moriarty sighed helplessly, well, he resigned to his fate, the smart and quick-witted little Jim needs support.

Picking up his phone, he dialed a number.

"Which one."

"Hey, dear Sherlock~ Long time no see, do you miss me~"

"..."

Feeling the long silence on the other side, Moriarty freed his fingers from the mouth of the little meatball, and continued to say in a raised voice: "If you dare to hang up on my phone, I will tell the good doctor , How many lies have you made up to deceive him."

"John won't trust you." Sherlock's voice was as low as a cello's whisper, and it was even deeper now because of his unhappy mood.

"He will, after all, I have never lied about you." Moriarty tried to calm down his emotions while dealing with the little thing crawling on him.

Fortunately, Mr. Detective may be a very smart and observant man, but just relying on simple conversations and far-flung telephone lines could not let Sherlock understand the situation, so he thought carefully about the usual emotions of a good doctor, get conclusion.

Perhaps Moriarty was telling the truth.

This frustrated Mr. Detective. He glanced back at the good doctor who was busy in the kitchen, silently picked up his mobile phone, walked to the window and looked outside, and said, "Tell me about your needs."

Moriarty gave a soft "hmm", with some hesitation and some malicious intentions.This sound gave Sherlock the feeling that the counseling criminal had another bad idea, so Sherlock was already leaning against the wall by the window, waiting for the strange question that might arise.

I made up my mind that if Moriarty asked me again if I made things difficult for his lover Moran, I must call Lestrade and end that den!

"I said, big detective, have you ever raised a child?"

With a bit of a strange ending, the jumping but pleasant voice made Sherlock stunned.

But Sherlock, who always turns his head many times faster than others, only lasted only a few seconds even if he was in a daze. In fact, except when he was with Watson, Sherlock never emptied his head caused by surprise. more than ten seconds.As for The Good Doctor, watch it in Mrs. Hudson's favorite soap opera. It was a beautiful accident, and everything has changed since the encounter.

Quickly turning on the record button, Sherlock walked over to the laptop—Watson's, no doubt—opened it, entered the password casually, and said softly, "I don't, Jim, it sounds like you have one. Good story to tell me, isn't it?"