[Comprehensive British and American] Einstein's male god

Chapter 240 IX The Daily Life of Sherlock's Godfather

221 B Beckett, London, UK.

"In such cold weather, a cup of hot tea is the most suitable." With a kind smile on her face, Mrs. Hudson offered a cup of black tea to Watson who had just returned.

"Thank you." Watson put the coat on his right wrist, took the black tea, put it to his mouth, took a sip, and immediately warmed up.

Just as he put down the cup, there was a sudden bang, bang, bang, bang.

"I don't like repeating things, put the glass down."

It was Sherlock's voice.

Watson was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, Mrs. Hudson suddenly yelled, "I almost forgot that Scorpius should drink milk."

"Scorpius?" Watson looked at Mrs. Hudson suspiciously. After she entered the kitchen, she came out again shortly after, with an extra baby bottle in her hand?

"This is?" Watson's brain is a little out of order. He still doesn't know who Scorpius is and why there is a milk bottle.

"Didn't Sherlock tell you?" asked Mrs. Hudson.

"No." Although he had been working here for a year, Watson had never heard of Scorpius, and the only thing he thought of was, "Is that Mrs. Hudson's relative?"

"No." Mrs. Hudson tested the temperature. "Scorpius is Sherlock's godson."

Watson: "..."

"The temperature is just right." Ignoring Watson who was almost in a daze, Mrs. Hudson put the bottle directly into his hand, "Help me take it up, I still have to clean it."

Watson took the bottle with a dull expression, still in shock.

Who can tell him why Sherlock is a godfather?

This is not scientific at all!

Watson stood outside the door, listening to the sound of the baby's milk coming from inside, he still had the feeling that he was still in a dream.

"Godfather, give me a hug."

"Climb over by yourself."

"Godfather, hug."

"If you want to get something, you have to pay for it. There is no free lunch in this world."

Hearing the knock on the door, Sherlock responded without raising his head: "Come in."

Watson slowly opened the door, and immediately saw a little meatball sitting on the ground with his back to him, wearing a cute cow costume.

Watson was in a mess in the wind, and he watched the little meat dumpling turn around and face him stupidly.

"Don't doubt your eyes, what you saw was indeed a two-year-old child in a ridiculous cow costume." Sherlock threw the document aside casually, then came to Watson, brought the milk bottle over, and picked up the milk bottle with one hand. Korpi's clothes, along with the bottle, were tucked into the couch.

Scorpius held the bottle in both hands, put it in his mouth, and sucked it quietly.

"Have you done everything I asked you to do?" Sherlock sat down beside Scorpius, picked up the black tea, and took a sip gracefully.

"Is he really your godson?" Watson pointed to Scorpius. Perkin's blonde hair and gray eyes did not look like Sherlock's relatives.

"Nominally yes." Sherlock put down the black tea indifferently, and then said, "But it's not important. What I want to know is the autopsy report obtained from you."

"Are you sure you want to discuss...the autopsy report in front of a two-year-old child?" Watson showed a disapproving expression.

"Is there a problem?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

Watson looked at Sherlock silently, and knowing that Sherlock really felt that there was no problem, he immediately supported his forehead and turned a circle on the ground helplessly.

"Sherlock, you're giving him a terrible childhood memory."

Sherlock turned his head and looked at Scorpius who was self-renewing and drinking milk, "Will you?"

Scorpius gave Sherlock a puzzled look.

Sherlock looked at Watson and said, "Look, he says he won't."

Watson was angry and amused: "He didn't even say anything."

"Don't waste time, you just need to tell me the autopsy report." Sherlock began to get a little impatient.

"Sorry, I can't do that, I can't talk to you in front of a two year old about how the victim's abdomen was cut open, the intestines were dragged out, the private parts were badly poked, stabbed, the face How to be scratched..." Watson's tone was agitated, but halfway through, he realized that he seemed to have...

"Interesting." Sherlock squinted his eyes, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "give me a picture."

Watson took a deep breath, and handed Sherlock a document resignedly: "You are such a bastard, Sherlock."

"It's just your opinion, at least Scorpius likes me." Sherlock opened the folder, and bloody photos came into view one after another.

Scorpius rolled his eyes, and his eyes moved to the photo in Sherlock's hand. It was a whole corpse, and he could clearly see the blond woman's face was shaved so that she couldn't see the original shape, her abdomen was cut open, and her intestines were cut open. The chest is exposed, and the lower body is covered with blood.

"Interesting." Sherlock looked at the photo meaningfully.

"Intestines." Scorpius threw away the half-drunk bottle, stretched out his finger, and pointed to the photo.

"That's right, small intestine and large intestine." Sherlock pointed to the torn intestine in the photo, "You have all of these."

"Why did her intestines fall out?" Scorpius asked curiously.

"In order to conceal its true purpose." Sherlock didn't care whether Scorpius could hear him or not. After finishing speaking, he closed the document, picked up Scorpius' clothes in one hand, and threw them into Watson's arms. meet our prisoners."

Watson: "..."

Gabbit Manor.

Sherlock was sitting in the hall, with Scorpius in a cow suit sitting in his arms, Watson on one side, and Inspector Lestrade from the Metropolitan Police on the other side. They were all waiting for Gabbit The owner of the manor.

"I miss mom." Scorpius said childishly, raising his head.

"You'll be able to see her in three hours." Sherlock rested his chin on one hand, and looked at the butler who had been peeking at them, a man who didn't seem to be 30 years old.

"Who is he?" Lestrade looked at Scorpius and couldn't help but speak.

"Sherlock's godson." It was Watson who answered.

"Godson?" Lestrade was stunned, and said in disbelief, "Wait, Sherlock is the godfather?"

"Believe me, I'm surprised too," said Watson very seriously.

"Sorry for the wait."

The owner of the Gabbit family finally appeared. A middle-aged woman in her 50s was walking in the front, and a man in her 30s was behind her. They were the mistress and young master of the Gabbit family respectively.

"I heard that Mr. Holmes has found the real culprit, which can prove my son's innocence." Roland Gabbit sat across from Sherlock, and glanced at the decadent son beside her.

"I have indeed found the prisoner." Sherlock hooked his lips, "I just think we should give the prisoner a chance to admit his crime. But before that, I would like to say that if you want to conceal your real purpose, imitate Jaw Jack is not a shrewd choice."

"What do you mean?" Lestrade didn't understand. The characteristics of the crime were very similar to that of Jack the Opener. Could it be that the prisoner was not a fan of Jack the Opener?

"The murderer is about 25 to 35 years old. He is a man with extremely low self-esteem. He dare not have too much contact with people, especially those he likes. For him, he is more willing to watch secretly than to approach him. People are regarded as gods, sacred and inviolable, so once they find that someone has hurt their gods, they will take revenge on the other party." Sherlock looked at Paul Gabbit, who had been silently bowing his head, "What I said Isn't that right, Master Gabbit."

Paul's body trembled slightly, and his head hung lower.

"What do you mean?" Roland Gabbit's face changed, "Didn't you say that you have found the real prisoner?"

"It's true that your son didn't kill anyone, but he knows who the real criminal is." As soon as he finished speaking, Sherlock took the yawning and shaky Scorpius Joe's place and let him lean in.

"Paul." Roland Gabbit immediately turned around, looked at his son, and wanted to explain.

Paul, however, said nothing.

"Hurry up and talk!" Roland Gabbit said anxiously.

"I have nothing to say." Paul shook his head.

"Let me remind you, Mr. Gabbit, if you don't report it, I can assume that you and the prisoner are accomplices, and you will be sentenced." Lestrade warned.

"I have nothing to say." It's still the same sentence.

"In this case, I can only take you back to the police station." Lestrade stood up and took the handcuffs from his body.

"Wait, this matter has nothing to do with Master Paul, I did it." The person who spoke was the butler who had been peeping at them before.

"Matagu!" Paul quickly raised his head, his expression slightly flustered.

"So you discovered it a long time ago." Matagu showed a bitter smile.

"Why did you do this, Matagu, it was Paul who saved you, how could you see him become a suspect!" Roland Gabbit said angrily.

"Just because Master Paul rescued me from those dirty whores, I can't tolerate someone hurting him. That woman named Carlida doesn't love Master Paul at all, and she only has the Gabbit family in her eyes. She even discussed with her adulterer how to get Master Paul to marry her, kill Master Paul, and win the wealth of the Gabbit family." Matagu roared angrily, with a distorted expression, "She borrowed She doesn't deserve to live in this world if she does such a dirty thing with her youthful appearance!"

"That's enough for Matagu." Paul covered his face in pain, "Stop talking."

"Kalida?" Roland Gabbit's eyes widened. "Didn't I tell you, that woman was not sincere and asked you to cut off contact with her. So you are still dating her secretly!"

"It's my fault, all of this is my fault." Paul cried while covering his face.

Sherlock took out his mobile phone, checked the time, and then picked up Scorpius with one hand, "Go Watson."

Watson and Lestrade were stunned for a moment, and asked in unison, "Where are you going?"

"Hand over." Sherlock said succinctly, and strode away, leaving the rest to Lestrade.

Watson quickly stood up, looked at everyone, apologized, and left in a hurry.

221 B Beckett, London, UK.

As soon as the door was opened, Mrs. Hudson said, "Finally back, the Malfoys are here."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and strode in. Watson behind him closed the door and followed behind.

"I'm sorry, Sherlock." Winnie took Scorpius who was asleep from Sherlock's hand.

Sherlock hooked his lips, sat down on the sofa in the hall, and said to Mrs. Hudson, "Black tea, thank you."

"Okay." Mrs. Hudson smiled and walked into the kitchen.

Draco glanced at Watson who stood silently aside, and finally fell on Sherlock: "Where did you go today?"

"Going to handle a small case." Sherlock replied coldly, taking the black tea brought by Mrs. Hudson, "Thank you."

"What case?" Winnie asked curiously.

Sherlock took a sip of black tea, raised his eyelids, "Say it, Watson."

Watson paused, seeing that both Winnie and Draco were looking at him, and finally bit the bullet and said it.

After staying in Beckett 221B for more than an hour, Winnie and Draco took Scorpius back to Malfoy Manor.

Narcissa and Lucius are away on a trip to France.

Winnie helped Scorpius take a shower and changed clothes before going into the bathroom to take a shower.

Draco put Scorpius on him while he looked at the file.

"PAPA." After playing alone for a while, Scorpius raised his head and asked a question, "Why don't our intestines fall out?"

Draco: "…"

"PAPA?"

"Why do you ask that?" Draco gritted his teeth and forced a smile to ask.

"Because there's a woman in the godfather's picture with her intestines falling out," Scorpius said honestly.

Damn Sherlock Holmes, he knew it!

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