Lestrade was completely shocked, oh my God, what kind of person did this person suddenly appear, it had only been a few minutes since they met, and the curly-haired man even knew what he ate in the morning, and if he had been together for a longer time, he would not even have a secret in front of him.

That's really ...... It's amazing.

It's just that no matter how magical it is, an unrelated person who has been addicted to drugs shouldn't be here.

"Sherlock? What is this called? ”

The curly-haired man frowned and seemed a little annoyed, "Sherlock is my name. ”

Very well, this man is strange even in his name, Lestrade cleared his throat and shrugged, "Very well, is this Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" Can you explain what a consulting detective is? ”

The man who was a little annoyed just now instantly laughed like a flower, and he thought of Tony at home with pride, and every time Tony finished something, he would look up at him like this, with a smug look on his face.

"Consulting detectives, my own profession."

Lestrade exhaled, and sure enough, although this man looked to be twenty-five or sixteen years old, his mind was definitely not much higher than Tony's, "Then consult Detective Sherlock Holmes and you still haven't explained why you're here." When he said the man's name, Lestrade complained in his heart about what the Holmes thought about giving their son such a name.

Later, when Lestrade met a more tongue-twisted Sherlock Holmes, he lamented that the way the Sherlock Holmes family was named must have been a family tradition.

Yes, he said so much or did not explain why he was at the scene of the crime. The man was avoiding the important, and he didn't get to the point at all.

But it was clear that Lestrade's words seemed to hit Sherlock, and he looked at him in shock and said as a matter of course: "Because you need me!" You idiots can't solve this case, my God, you think it's an accidental robbery and murder. ”

Lestrade looked at him and said loudly, "What? "Lestrade can't keep up with the rhythm of this man, from the scene to the evidence all pointing to robbery and murder, what's wrong.

"How the hell do your little heads grow, this is a premeditated murder case at all, you can't see so much obvious evidence, oh my God, no wonder the murderer can trick you around, you are really stupid."

He spoke faster, and Lestrade judged that it had a lot to do with the properties of the medicine in his body, and he was now in a super excited stage, in order to prevent him from destroying the crime scene, Lestrade clung to his arm tightly, leaving Sherlock to hunker around his side, not taking a step closer to the victim.

"Evidence, what evidence?"

Lestrade did not find any evidence that could tentatively prove that this was a deliberate homicide.

"First of all, you didn't find any records of the murderer's entry and exit, you are wondering if there is a mistake in the surveillance system, I will sue you that your ideas are all wrong, and even if you call up the 48-hour surveillance video, it is useless, the murderer is not taking this road." Sherlock began to analyze it, or as he put it, it was called a deduction.

This time, Lestrade learned to behave, without asking him why he knew what he was thinking.

"The murderer you want to catch is waiting here early, he is just waiting for the arrival of the deceased, killing him and then escaping along the unknown path when he came, and you don't even see it, and you are delusional to investigate the surveillance footage. Secondly, there are no traces of struggle on the deceased's body, which is not in line with the interpretation of robbery and then murder, his messy but regular body is all forged after death, the murderer is not interested in property, if you look in the nearby dumpster, you will definitely find his wallet and other missing things, but if there is no me, you will definitely ignore this. ”

Lestrade glanced at the man, and all the symptoms after taking the drug came out, and even his cheeks became rosy.

"In the end, this murderer is really smart, he calculated to a certain point, he knows how you will investigate, to be honest, he is much smarter than you."

Sherlock was holding Lestrade by the arm, but he was still bouncing and dancing to express his excitement, he finally found something interesting, and it was really like a place of paradise for those boring knowledge and stupid goldfish.

Lestrade was dumbfounded at the end, and he increased the strength of his hand, God knows why this thin Sherlock got so much strength, he had a tendency to break free, and Lestrade was afraid that if he accidentally let go of his hand, Mr. Sherlock Holmes would pounce on the victim and kiss him to show his ...... Agitated? Like!

"Ok, Mr. Holmes, we will investigate the clues you provided, but please leave here now, as your help to us, I will not pursue your unauthorized entry into the crime scene and obstruction of our case."

Lestrade listened to Sherlock, but that didn't mean he would agree with the man staying here, and he wouldn't allow an addict to come near the scene of his crime.

"You need my help, your little brain can't understand this at all, you will definitely need my help!"

Lestrade held his forehead with one hand, and he retracted what he had just said, this Sherlock Holmes must have a lower mind than Tony. He tried to put a friendly smile on his face, but the friendly smile refused and he made a gesture of invitation for Sherlock to leave.

Sherlock pursed his lips and tensed his face, then stomped his feet to leave a "Montague Street" and turned to walk away angrily, his black trench coat threw out a beautiful arc, and it was at this moment that Lestrade suddenly remembered something, and he stopped Sherlock, "Mr. Sherlock Holmes." ”

Sherlock glared and turned his head, looking very upset.

Lestrade touched his nose and said, "Actually, it's not seven, but eight. ”

Yes, in fact, just now Lestrade wanted to correct him, there were eight little angels in his house, not seven.

"What?! Why eight? Is there anything in your child that can be transformed? There are seven types of hair on your body, depending on the thickness and color. ”

Reistrade looked at the sky, in fact, Sherlock was right, their family did have a little princess who could transform.

"I'm sorry it's my private matter, you can leave now."

Sherlock, who didn't get an answer, glanced at Lestrade, and then vanished into his eyes like the wind, as quickly as he came.

Lestrade sighed, although the person who came was a bear child, but he may have really provided a useful clue, and Lestrade was still grateful to him.

"Montague Street? Does he really think I'm going to go to him for help? Lestrade wasn't stupid, he knew that the last place Sherlock said was where he lived now, he smiled and shouted at the other side of the alley cordon, "Donovan, tell them to come and check it out, there's a new clue." ”

Lestrade was full of energy, and he promised the angels in his house that he would go back early today.

But what he doesn't know is that just as he meets Sherlock Holmes, who claims to be a consulting detective, his family's eight have officially started their shopping trip.

In a small office on the other side, a man in a black three-piece suit was listening to his deputy's report, "Little Mr. Holmes broke into the crime scene near St. Paul's Cathedral, clashed with Inspector Greg Lestrade of Scotland Yard, and returned to Montague Street fifteen minutes ago. ”

"Didn't you even get imprisoned? It's really abnormal, I thought he was going to make something happen again, it's kind of funny. Just keep following up. ”

The man gave a suave smirk.

"By the way, put that Inspector Greg Lestrade report on my desk."

"Yes, Boss."