Sherlock Holmes, genius, consulting detective, a materialist.

But he was now a little suspicious of his eyes, whether it was because it was too late that he was wrong, he opened his mouth and took a closer look at the little girl in Lestrade's arms, yes, it was obviously blue, and there was something like scales on her body, and red hair. The little girl hugged Lestrade's shoulders tightly as if she were still asleep, and the two of them entered the bathroom, as if the little blue girl was about to go to the toilet.

Sherlock got up with a carp, and stood on the way back to Lestrade, waiting for the man's return.

Raven was still a child who would have wet the bed if he didn't wake up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, so he woke up in the middle of the night and picked up Raven like the toilet outside, and the bedroom with the toilet in their house was left by him to Loki and Thor, which is the room where Sherlock lives now.

Lestrade came out of the bedroom without thinking that there was still anyone in the living room, and when he carried Raven, who was also sleeping, to the bathroom and walked towards the bedroom, a pillar suddenly appeared in front of him.

Lestrade was startled, almost screamed, and all his sleepiness disappeared, and he looked at the man standing in front of him by the moonlight, "Sherlock—"

He thought it was a thief, who knew it was their guest Sherlock Bear Child Sherlock Holmes, Lestrade lowered his voice and called Sherlock's name, oh my god this is so scary! Standing here in the middle of the night, with the lights on.

"What are you doing?!"

Sherlock looked at the little blue girl in Lestrade's arms, the little dress she was wearing was obviously Raven's, which means that this little blue girl with scales on her body was actually the little princess of Reestrade's family, Raven Reestrade?

"Meditation."

Sherlock showed a smile, he took a step forward and approached Raven, and observed with his eyes Raven's blue skin □□ outside, it was interesting that the skin did not look like a human should have, and the red hair was completely different from what he had seen before, but the outline of the face could be seen to be a person, so what did the youngest daughter of the Lestrade family look like?

Lestrade pushed Sherlock away, he patted Raven who had just fallen asleep, Raven in royal blue and his little princess, he knew that Sherlock was a curious baby now, and there were many things to ask in his heart, but now was obviously not a good time, damn it he thought that the children's secrets could be hidden for a while longer!

"Sherlock, if you dare to say anything bastard, I'm going to beat you out! Now shut up and go to bed, I'll explain it to you tomorrow! ”

Sherlock took a step back, and Lestrade was a man of his word, shrugged and said, "Ok." One night was just enough time for him to think about what the little princess in Lestrade's house was...... Variety? Species? Race!

Yes, he was going to study what kind of race Raven Lestrade was.

He grinned and turned to his makeshift room, where he had finally found something interesting, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with living in!

Lestrade put the little princess on the bed and covered the quilt, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the four little angels on the bed with a long sigh, he knew that inviting Sherlock to live in temporarily might reveal the little secrets of their house, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, not even twenty-four hours. Well, it was mostly his mistake, and he now had to figure out how to explain Raven's identity.

He scratched his head and said, "I don't know what Raven's identity is...... How to explain! ”

After thinking for a long time without success, Lestrade yawned a lot, it's half past two in the morning, what is wrong with the big bear children still walking outside, tomorrow we must add the one that can't be turned around in the living room in the middle of the night, he put the stools on both sides of the bed again, and the bear children roll in the middle of the night and don't fall out of bed again. Raven had rolled into Merlin's arms, and he tucked the corners of the two little beans, and after a silent glance at the blue Loki, Lestrade added another layer of quilts to the two youngest.

Loki was already asleep unconscious in Thor's arms, and Thor was snoring in a large letter, completely unaffected by Loki's cold body.

Lestrade rubbed his arm and got into the quilt, "It's cold! ”

Their Rocky baby is good at everything, but he sleeps happily at night and is a little beautiful "frozen" person!

The next morning, as soon as he got up, he saw a spirited Sherlock rushing in front of him, and Lestrade was startled and took a step back, "Sherlock! ”

God, he'd been scared twice in twelve hours, and the second time he'd whispered Sherlock.

Sherlock smiled indifferently, he thought for a long time that Raven couldn't match anyone in the temple of thought, the main thing was not Raven's blue scaly skin, but her ability to turn into a normal child, it was so funny and too unconventional!

"Oh, good morning, Inspector."

Lestrade rolled his eyes widely, and he dragged Sherlock by the arm all the way to the kitchen, and then asked helplessly, "What the hell are you doing!" ”

"Inspector, you owe me an answer, Raven is the eighth child I didn't see at the time, it's so funny." Sherlock was bouncing in place, and Lestrade made a quick gesture, it was Sunday, and he didn't want his last day of vacation to start with the cries of the children.

"Shut up and sit down!"

Lestrade pointed to a small stool in the kitchen and commanded Sherlock.

Sherlock sat down obediently after thinking for a second, but his mouth didn't stop at all, "Miss Raven Lestrade is more than two years old, and her abilities are beyond human comprehension, so Raven is not a normal human. ”

This is the judgment given by Sherlock, Raven is not a normal person, and even the reason why she was abandoned may be this, if it weren't for meeting this good old man Lestrade, this little girl would have ceased to exist a long time ago, after all, not everyone can accept a species that is not human.

"Raven is human, well, Raven is indeed a little special from ordinary children, but this is nothing, except that Raven will turn blue is no different from normal children."

The last thing Les Strad wants to hear is what others say about Raven differently, and he stops Sherlock from talking nonsense because he doesn't want Raven to think that he is really weird, Raven is young and he doesn't want to see her hurt, knowing that children's hearts are extremely fragile.

"Sherlock Holmes, I warn you, if you dare to do anything in front of Raven or say nonsense, I will beat you so that you can't even recognize your brother!"

Lestrade punched Sherlock Bibi at him, but he did what he said, even if Sherlock had a background behind him, he was not afraid!

"Ok, deal, but tell me about how you met Raven."

Sherlock didn't care about that, he was more concerned about what kind of existence Raven had.

In fact, it was also an accident to pick up Raven, at that time, Lestrade already had seven bear children in the family, all boys, he wanted to have a little princess in his heart, but at that time he was divorced, and the future object was also far away, and the little princess or something was just thinking about it. Who knew that he really met little Raven that day, crying next to the trash can in the alley.

He picked up Raven at that time, her whole body was blue and she was cold to death, her eyes were closed and she was crying as if she had cried out all her grievances.

It only took one glance for him to fall in love with the child, poor outcast, and the only thing left by her parents was the name Raven.

"Fun and fun! Real yàn body? No way! It's so interesting that there are unknown people in the world! ”

Sherlock was completely excited after hearing this story, he was sure that Raven was a member of an unknown group of people who were different from normal people, and even an evolutionary version of a human being, using Guò's own ability to protect and change himself, this phenomenon may be a genetic mutation or may be inherited, but the probability of inheritance is only one percent, after all, if it is inherited, she will not be abandoned.

"Genetic mutation, I need to be real!"

Lestrade had gone to wake up his little angels, and only Sherlock, who was left in the kitchen, was as excited as if he had taken a drug, and he circled around the kitchen, eager to explore the phenomenon at once. Just then he heard a cough, and Sherlock looked back to see the little boy named Hannibal, leaning against the door with a faint smile on his face, and then nodding at him.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes." Hannibal approached Sherlock step by step, and he looked Sherlock up and down as the smile on his lips deepened. Just listen to him: "The smell of tiredness, the smell of excitement, Mr. Holmes, what makes you so excited even after a night without sleeping." ”

"Hannibal Lecter, you have a keen sense of smell, and you're trying to see through me."

Sherlock said as he stared at Hannibal.

"No, not an attempt, already, Mr. Holmes. It's like you're trying to see through me, but unfortunately you don't see what you want. ”

Psychology, psychologically Hannibal is a level higher than Sherlock, just as Shylock can see what he looks like, he can see through Shylock's heart.

"Yes, see through me. Genius is like a dead fat man back then. But what do you see through? Am I an addict or what? ”

Sherlock was curious about the gifted child of the Lestrades, and he was even more curious about whether anyone other than McCroft could see through him.

"Junkie, of course your body smells of this from the inside out, high-functioning antisocial personality disorder, the world is out of place for you, Mr. Holmes."

To be honest, if he was willing to become Sherlock's counselor before he was reborn, he would have raised Sherlock to be a formidable opponent, a different opponent from his little teacup.

"Just like you don't fit in."

Hannibal curled the corners of his mouth and nodded in thanks, "I'm sorry Mr. Holmes, but I regret to tell you that I have adapted very well to all kinds of developments. ”

"I don't know who you are, but you're not like the well-behaved person you look like, Mr. Lecter."

Sherlock saw darkness in Hannibal, and every movement he made seemed to have a special meaning, but one thing was certain: this man cared about the family, about Lestrade, and his brothers, and his eyes were full of protection.

"But you care about this home, you're worried that I'm going to destroy it."

"I like to talk to smart people, and I welcome you, but if Mr. Holmes moves anyone in the house, then don't blame me."

Hannibal leaned to his side, his hands crossed in front of his abdomen, and for a moment he felt as if he had gone back in time, facing Sherlock Holmes as an adult, the smartest man he had ever met.

"You made me more curious about the Inspector's family, so a deal?"

Sherlock wondered what kind of life would make such a mature strategist...... Child.

"Of course."

An agreement, a temporary peace agreement, that Sherlock must not touch a single person in their family, not even the real one.

"What are you doing?"

Standing at the kitchen door, Lestrade looked at the two facing each other suspiciously, and Hannibal and Sherlock replied in unison, "Discuss." ”

"Weird, okay, you two come over to help, we're going to have breakfast."

"Dad, I'll help you."