It was probably the first time the little Lestrades had seen the Sherlock Holmes, and the first time they had seen the deflated Mycroft.

Mycroft Holmes gave Harry the feeling that he was always a strategist, even if Harry didn't like him very much, but he had to affirm Mycroft's ability, plus McCroft was usually the one who had been educating Sherlock, which made little Lestrade think that McCroft was something that no one could manage, until he met his own ...... Mommy.

Mr. Holmes and Mrs. Holmes did not live in the huge manor or villa as they had imagined, but chose a quieter little village, a little distance from London, as they would have been, as a normal couple. No one could have imagined that in such an ordinary house, there lived the father and mother of Mycroft Holmes, who were known as the British government, they looked very ordinary, but no one could choose their own parents, and McCroft also admitted that his brain was more inherited from their mother.

Mrs. Holmes, a slightly chubby, white-haired woman who looked no different from a normal person, stood at the door and waited when she heard that they had arrived.

Mycroft looked at his mother's face with an unnatural expression, he had also come back once this year, and Mrs. Holmes not only welcomed him warmly, but also asked about Sherlock, their youngest son did not send them emails or phone calls very often, only from McCroft or Anthea could get news about Sherlock. But the last time Mycroft left home, Mrs. Holmes spoke about her hopes for her other half.

In fact, Mrs. Holmes is just talking, she knows her sons very well, she knows very well what kind of person Mycroft is, she hopes that Mycroft can find her other half, but she doesn't really have any illusions, those expectations for Mycroft are just words, who knows that it has caused some small pressure on her son.

However, after not seeing her for a long time, her son came back at Christmas and brought back a lot of little guests, and it is said that his friend's children asked the little Lestrade to McCroft because the man named Greg Lestrade had something to do, which was from McCroft's statement. But after Mrs. Holmes questioned Anthea, she got a more accurate statement, not only temporarily, but also Mycroft Holmes, her proud eldest son, and Sherlock Holmes, the youngest son with a high-functioning sociopathic personality, spent these two Christmases with the so-called Mr. Greg Lestrade, and even Sherlock has been living in this Lestrade's home.

Oh, and her two sons never told her about it.

Before McCroft returned, Mrs. Holmes also pulled her husband to analyze what kind of existence this Mr. Lestrade was like, and he could conquer the two Sherlock Holmes of their family, the difficult Sherlock Holmes.

None of this was what made Mrs. Holmes curious about Lestrade, the main thing was that she learned from Anthea that Mycroft might have some special feelings about this Sherlock Holmes, and that Mr. Greg Lestrade was able to make Sherlock obedient.

She regretted not being able to see Greg Lestrade, but it was nice to see the eight little Lestrades.

"Mommy."

Mycroft took little Lestrade and hugged Mrs. Holmes standing in front of the door, Mrs. Holmes patted her son on the back, this was the first time they had Christmas together in nearly three years, she looked at the mature Mycroft in front of her and sighed very emotionally, her son seemed to be the same little child a few years ago, following her and talking mature words, and now he is taller than himself I don't know how much.

"Mike."

Mycroft was a little crying and laughing, "Mommy, you named me Mycroft, not Mike." ”

Probably because the name Mycroft was a bit tongue-in-cheek, his mother preferred to call him McCroft, but McCroft didn't like it at all.

"By the way, Mommy, let me introduce you, these are the Lestrades." This is how Mycroft introduced them, and although there were some differences in their surnames, the bears would still be uniformly referred to as the Lestrades.

Mrs. Holmes bent down and looked at the little Lestrades in front of her and said, "You are welcome to my house, I am the mother of Mike and Harry, you can call me Grandma or Mrs. Holmes." ”

Apparently the bears were very amusemented by the name of Mrs. Holmes, Grandma.

However, Mycroft still fought for the right to his name, "I'm Mycroft, not Mike, and little Charley won't like to hear you call him." ”

Mycroft calls Sherlock by his nickname as he says that Sherlock won't like it.

Harry, they all looked at Mycroft, it was a shame why Sherlock wasn't here, if they were here, they would probably be able to see two childish Sherlock Holmes arguing in front of their mother.

"All right, Mycroft."

Mrs. Holmes watched as McCroft reluctantly changed.

Mycroft shrugged and began to introduce his mother to the little Lestrades, "Harry Potter is Greg's eldest son. ”

Although Mrs. Holmes knew their names from Anthea, it was obvious that their appearance and name Mrs. Holmes were not right, and little Harry smiled obediently when he heard Mycroft introduce himself, "Grandma." ”

This sound simply melted Mrs. Holmes's heart, and she smiled and agreed, and Mycroft pursed his lips as he looked at his mother's smile, did he really want to put finding a significant other on his agenda?

"Saul Odinson and Rocky Odinson."

The two of them are always introduced together, who calls Sol and Loki like conjoined babies, although Loki will show his dislike of Thor on weekdays, but when Thor is really no longer by his side, it will be a different look, until Thor runs back and sticks to him Loki and then dislikes, in Tony's words, Loki is a duplicitous dead tsundere.

Obviously very dependent on Thor, but there is a dislike on his lips.

"Grandma."

Probably Mrs. Holmes gave people a very cordial feeling, Loki's grandmother called very sweet, Mrs. Holmes looked at the sunny Thor and looked like a girl Loki smiled and said, "Welcome." ”

"Harold Lestrade."

Finally there is a surname is Lestrade, before Mrs. Holmes heard that none of the eight Lestrades is Greg Holmes's biological child, all of them are adopted, each of them is either abandoned or orphaned, the adopter of the child Mrs. Holmes has seen a lot, but at once adopted eight children that do not belong to her, which she really has never seen, and it also shows what kind of person Lestrade is, such a person deserves everyone's respect.

Harold smiled at Mrs. Holmes obediently, "Hello, it's nice to meet your grandmother. ”

"This is Hannibal Lecter."

Hannibal's first impression of Mrs. Holmes was that she looked like Mycroft, not just the looks, the three-piece suit was like a little gentleman, and there was a hint of arrogance in that smile, she blinked and stretched out her hand and said, "Hello, little gentleman." ”

"Hello, Grandma Holmes."

"Tony Lestrade." Mycroft pointed to Tony and introduced that little Tony was standing there with his little schoolbag on his back and smiling very cutely, with a little baby fat on his face, and his big eyes blinking and blinking was not a worry-free baby.

"Merlin Lestrade."

I don't know if it was before that Mycroft promised Merlin that he could take the rabbit on a trip, this time Merlin was really holding a toy rabbit in his arms, and he rubbed it in front and introduced the rabbit in his arms to Mrs. Holmes, "Grandma, this is a rabbit." ”

"Hello Merlin, hello Bunny."

Merlin reminded Mrs. Holmes of Sherlock as a child, and when Sherlock was about two years old, he also hobbled up to her with his teddy bear in his arms and introduced her: "Mommy, this is my new friend, Mr. Bear." ”

Oh, Sherlock was so cute back then, but now this ......

Mrs. Holmes can't wait to take Merlin in her arms and bully her, I have to say that Sherlock and Mycroft will eventually become this character, as their mother Holmes must not be able to escape the involvement, she likes to bully Sherlock when things are not very clear, but Sherlock didn't know very well at the time that it was bullying.

"The little princess of the Greg family, Raven Lestrade."

Raven sent Mrs. Holmes a gift she had prepared, a giant lollipop, Raven's favorite thing.

Mrs. Holmes picked up little Raven, oh my God, little Raven was like a little angel that she couldn't put down, Raven hugged Mrs. Holmes's neck and kissed her on the face, "Grandma~"

"Hello, little princess."

Mr. Holmes looked at the smile on his wife's face and didn't know what to say, his lover had always been pampered by him, from his youth until now they were gray-haired, and his lover had actually maintained his childlike innocence.

"Father."

Mycroft looked at his father and smiled and exclaimed.

The two of them stood side by side looking at Mrs. Holmes, who was taking little Lestrade to the drawing-room, and Mr. Holmes cleared his throat and said, "Your mommy is glad you are back." ”

"I'm sorry, but I think you like the two-person world more."

Mr. Holmes touched/touched his nose, and his son was right, he liked to spend every day as if it were Valentine's Day, and his son was like a light bulb.

"By the way, I heard they're your friend's kids?"

Mr. Holmes had little gossip, and his son had no friends.

"Yes, Inspector Greg Lestrade can't be with the little Lestrades at work, so I think you and Mommy can spend one less day on 'Valentine's Day' to enjoy a lively Christmas."

Sherlock Holmes laughed twice, and he watched his partner on the couch walk up, "Can I participate in your discussion?" ”

Mycroft put aside the little black umbrella in his hand, he took off his suit and stood not far from them, looking at the happy scene, the smiles of the little Lestrades were very bright, it seemed that they had forgotten the ups and downs of Christmas for the time being.

"Boss, I'll be here tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, please get ready with you and little Lestrade."

"I'll leave it to you, Anthea, if there's anything to email me, I'll keep the office working, and Merry Christmas."

Anthea nodded, before leaving, she personally checked the defenses near the house, how could Mycroft British Government Sherlock Holmes not strengthen the protection of his parents, knowing that the agents around this house were all personally selected by him.

Here the little Lestrades were spending Christmas with the Sherlock Holmes, and Greg Lestrade was also fully engaged in the case at hand, and he still couldn't figure out why the murderer would take the liver of the victim, Mr. Leo Vogt, even if it was used as a trophy, what was the use of a clean liver without any problems, given that it had not been stored for a long time.

In the screening of the network, he found that this Leo Vogt is not a good communicator, and even officially because he is not good at words, he still has no girlfriend, for this close friend of Mr. Leo Vogt, Lestrade also asked his subordinates to inquire to see if he usually has a grudge, who knows that this murderer took the liver to paralyze their sight.

News soon came from the black market, and there were no people looking for liver organs recently, and such a transaction was cracked down by the police until someone opened a price, and someone would take a risk to sell it.

So the black market can be abandoned.

The spoils of war were written down in the book by Lestrade, and he frowned and thought to himself, what kind of person would use someone else's liver as a trophy?

He picked up the preliminary autopsy that had just come out, and just as Sherlock had said, the victim, Mr. Leo Vogt, had died of blood loss at about two o'clock in the morning, and only one stab wound to the abdomen could be seen that the murderer was very proficient in autopsy and clean. The dirt on the land was collected from the fingernails of the victim Leo Vogt, and the victim struggled from a distance, and the footprints left at the scene of the crime matched the victim's, and the other was a ten-inch footprint, because the killer was wearing something special on his feet, as Sherlock said, it was impossible to tell what kind of shoes he was wearing at the time.

Lestrade tossed the report aside, it was of no great use, he glanced at the time, it had been three hours since he finished talking to Mycroft, and the large bear child Sherlock didn't know where he had gone, he reluctantly took out his mobile phone to call Sherlock to ask about his whereabouts, a good Christmas has not been completed, if he loses Sherlock again, it will be more than worth the loss.

What did Sherlock do running out?

He thinks that although the murderer is a cautious person, he is not a meticulous person, and although he thinks about things like getting stained with blood, Sherlock thinks that the murderer must not be cautious about his handkerchief that stuns his victim. So he rummaged through dozens of garbage heaps in the vicinity, and finally found a white handkerchief in a corner, all of which smelled of ether.

He smirked as he held the handkerchief, which had a little bit of blood on it, and looked like it had been accidentally spilled.

Although a handkerchief does not provide much clue, the route of the murderer's escape can be determined based on the location of the garbage heap.

"Detective? Is there another case? ”

"Sherlock, where did you run again?"

Greg I'm worried about Lestrade's voice was tired, and it was harder to take a Sherlock than to take eight of their bear children, after all, little Lestrade was obedient, and Sherlock didn't know what obedience meant.

"I'm doing my own thing, I'll be sure to contact you when I have news."

Sherlock put the handkerchief into the evidence bag, he looked up and down the handkerchief in the evidence bag many times, and he found that the blood stains on it were not as simple as splashing on it, it was round, more like the murderer used it to wipe the blood on his body or somewhere, so Sherlock wanted to see if there was some information about the killer left on it, such as cuticles or sweat.

Sherlock's enthusiasm is now fully mobilized, and he still thinks about the loss of his liver when he is doing it, in fact, Sherlock is also more inclined to the victim Leo Vogt's liver has become a collection of perverted murderers.

Little did they know that Leo Vogt's liver was not just a collector's item.

Sherlock was a little hit after finishing the real yàn, he was irritated and began to circle around the real yàn room, there was nothing, there was nothing left on the handkerchief, the blood could be determined to be the victim's blood, but there was nothing but these, it seems that the murderer did not use it to wipe the blood splashed on his naked/exposed skin, and there is also a little bit of this handkerchief that can be found everywhere, the most common white handkerchief.

He was very irritated, and at this moment there was a knock on the door of his real room, and after Sherlock roared in, he saw Jasmine Amber cautiously poking her head in and saying, "Sherlock? ”

"Jasmine? Isn't it Christmas today? How are you here. Sherlock looked Jasmine up and down with a look of sudden realization, "The blind date failed and I didn't want to go home, so you came to the hospital." ”

Jasmine's face was a little embarrassed, and she twisted her clothes with her fingers, "That's not a blind date, it's just a meeting." ”

"Didn't eat, it looks like the person who asked you out was a stingy person, tsk."

Jasmine coughed, in fact, she didn't expect her family to let her go on a blind date on Christmas Day, the other party is a medical school teacher, they look like a good match from the work, the man is also good in terms of appearance, they are dating in a French restaurant, the atmosphere is quite good at first, who knows that the man is very particular about eating, and even the selection of foie gras can be tasted.

In the end, they broke up, and Jasmine didn't want to go home to listen to her parents' nagging, so she wanted to go back to the real room to hide, and who knew that she met Sherlock.

Sherlock, who knows everything.

"We ate, albeit only a little."

God, that man was so picky, and in the end, Jasmine could only sit there and smile, very embarrassed.

"Failed on a tenth date, and it looks like you're not fit for a date now."

Sherlock showed a smile, and Jasmine looked at him helplessly, saying that this person who only has IQ and no EQ can't even see that she has a good impression of him.

"I'm going to see the body, are you coming?"

Sherlock needs a hand to help, and Jasmine doesn't want to go home anyway, so Sherlock is ready to catch the strong man.

Jasmine pointed to her nose, does that mean you're asking me?

Sherlock rolled his eyes and strode past her to the door, he needed to perform an autopsy on Leo Vogt himself, the man named Anderson was not in Butz Hospital, God knows how annoying that noisy goldfish was.

Lestrade called Harry at dinner, they were cooking in front of the fireplace in the Sherlock Holmes' cottage, and the Holmes, with the help of Anthea, had prepared Christmas presents for the little Lestrades, and they were very happy today, because the company of the little Lestrades had allowed them to enjoy the family in advance. Every single one of them was smart, and Mrs. Holmes assured her husband that none of these little Lestrades were stupid, and that they were all 1+1>2 together, which was much better than their two little geniuses, Mycroft and Sherlock, who were pulling each other back.

"Hey, Angel, how's your Christmas?"

Lestrade tried to make his voice as easy as he could.

"Grandma Holmes and Grandpa Sherlock Holmes are very nice people, we're very happy, Dad if you were there too."

Harry was standing by the window, it had snowed unexpectedly this Christmas, the first time in nine years that there had been no Lestrade.

"My dear, I want to be by your side, too."

With no clue to the case at hand, no clues on the black market or any network, Lestrade began to wonder if the killer was a randomly selected victim.

"The case...... Hard? ”

"It's okay, isn't there Sherlock to help?"

Harry and Lestrade spoke for a long time, and it wasn't until Harry put down the phone that he saw Hannibal standing behind him.

Hannibal hears the contents of the phone call between the two men, and dear Jim Moriarty is really causing Greg a lot of trouble......

"Grandma is waiting for you to come over and tell you a story."

"Okay, right away!"