Boyfriend Development Program

He wakes up in the dusk.

Turning his head sideways, he saw the warm slanting sun coming in through the half-closed window lattice of the wooden house, and the orange light, with the unique coolness of summer dusk, gently sprinkled on the head of his bed.Obviously, for the rainy and foggy Britain, such evenings are rare, or a bit extravagant.

Blocking the slightly dazzling light with his hand, he retracted his gaze, and his gray-green eyes quietly looked around: the wooden house is in the suburbs.There are not many furniture but they are made of solid wood, and the owner is frugal and honest.The bedside tables are rough and scratched a lot, craftsmen.There is a lot of dust in the room, and no one has lived in it for a long time.The quilt is new, specially prepared for him.

To sum up: the host did not expect his arrival, but due to special reasons, he had to provide a bed for him.

After the analysis, a smug smile appeared on his face.With a happy mood, he sat up from the bed and tried to get out of bed, and then he saw his hand on the quilt: soft, thin, and white. —There is no doubt that this is the hand of a child.Immediately, the smile on his face suddenly froze on his face, he stared at his hand tightly, panic flashed across his overly pale face: Oh God, he couldn't remember who he was.

Yes, literally "can't remember".His name, his place of residence, his family... anything, it's like he never had any social relationships.Completely blank.

He had to admit, it gave him a moment of panic.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and gradually approached from far away.He raised his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on the wooden door, and his "thought" ran by itself again: it was obvious that a man, a grown man, was about six feet tall, with a dignified gait.He was holding a tray and a bowl of porridge in his hand, and the glass was filled with two-thirds of the liquid. It sounded like fruit juice, and it should be for him.

The man is getting closer and closer to the wooden door.

He hesitated for a while, then retracted his hand again, leaned against the bed, tried his best to keep calm on his face, pretending that nothing happened.

"you're awake."

Not long after, the wooden door was pushed open.As he expected, a man appeared in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and calmly analyzed the person against the light: brown-black short hair, black shirt, belt and gun, quick action, decisive decision-making, and it is very likely that he has been in a high position for a long time.The gray-black woolen coat was stained with regular mud spots and had obvious scorching marks, which indicated that it had just rained outside, and there might have been thunder and lightning.There is no obvious fluctuation in the gray-blue eyes, which shows that the other party has experienced a lot of wind and frost, and is used to clutching and reuniting.With a genuine smile on his face but a slightly stiff face, there's a good chance he's lying to him, or doing something contrary to his behavior.

"You passed out in the forest ahead, and you don't have anything on you to prove your identity. I can only settle you here first." The man closed the door and walked to him with a smile, "How, it feels good Are you tired?"

He didn't answer, just stared nervously at each other's every move.

"I brought you some food." The man didn't mind, and put the tray in his hand on the bedside table, "You must be hungry, right?"

"Thank you." He looked at the man vigilantly and muttered, but he didn't eat as he said.

"Where do you live? I can drive you there later."

"Can not remember."

"Don't remember?" There was suspicion in the eyes of the other party, and then he seemed to think of something, and smiled gently, "It's okay if I don't remember. What's your name?"

"Same, I don't remember." Speaking of this, the boy relaxed instead, raised his chin, with a sneer on his face, "You want to drug me?"

"How do you...?" The man raised his eyebrows, his face full of interest, "...Mind reading?"

"Are you stupid, how can there be mind reading in this world!" He said to the man in a tone that was almost driven crazy, "Observe! Oh why do people always 'see' things instead of 'observe' '!"

The man looked at the small arms and legs in front of him solemnly waving his fists, and couldn't help laughing: "So, you 'observed' that I was about to drug?"

"Obviously! Your nails are cut very cleanly, or too cleanly. But! Have you ever thought that the little nail left on the little finger of your right hand, although not much, would be very obtrusive on such a clean hand? If I That's right, the fingernails are white, which is obviously powdered medicine from my point of view. The most important thing is that your right thumb has been varicose unconsciously, and you are obviously no stranger to this kind of drugging behavior. You have been living for a long time A high position, or a sensitive identity? Let me guess, it’s a drug to make people forget? But obviously my amnesia was not caused by you, so if you pursue it like this, it will expose your existence. Ok, now we can draw conclusions: You are going to drug me, most likely it will make me forget about your medicine and look for the best time."

Just listening, the man put away the smile on his face. ——Anyone will be shocked if someone punctures all their attempts with a long series of sentences with a blank face, even if the other party is just a child.But he quickly came to his senses, looked at the boy with a strange look, and at the same time freely admitted his intention: "You are very smart. Indeed, I once wanted to drug you."

"'Zeng'." The boy nodded, his face still tense, but a light flashed in his gray-green eyes, "That is to say, you don't want to take medicine now?"

"I don't think I have a chance to prescribe the drug." The man laughed, then stretched out his hand in front of him, and introduced himself, "Colonel jabsp;harkness, you can call me Jack. And you, I don't think it's easy to guess People with my intentions will know nothing about their own life experience."

"It turns out that I really don't know anything." The boy shrugged, touched his pocket again, and successfully pulled out a mobile phone, "However, you can call me Holmes for the time being. I think next time we meet, I can tell you my full name."

"Observed?" Jack still looked at him with interest.

"Yes. If you have to say that. But I call it 'interpretation'. According to the state of this body, it is clear that I am between 11-14 years old. Black curly hair, natural. The face is relatively long , or overgrown, obviously out of proportion, ok, at least the proportion of most British people. Pupils will change color, genetic or mutation. Pale skin, living in gloomy weather all year round, and staying indoors for a long time. Pockets There are ticket stubs inside, although there is only a small part, it is enough to deduce that it is a short-distance train ticket, the conclusion: I am not an aborigine, but from a surrounding city. The most important thing is that 'holmes' is sewn on the inside of the clothes."

The boy paused, quickly pressing the phone with both hands, and then a name came into his eyes.He pursed his lips and smiled, then quickly restrained himself, displayed his name in front of Jack, and continued to add: "Search for 'holmes curly hair, long face, pupil discoloration', and it is easy to get news about 'sherloes'. Curly hair, long face, pupil discoloration , exactly the same! Look, and the ability to 'deduce', perfec! Undoubtedly a family inheritance! Well, he is still a celebrity...'fake genius suicide'? Nonsense! Tsk, let's not mention this for now. My age and height are wrong. There are no contacts on this phone. The style is relatively new, without any scratches or obvious marks, indicating that the maintenance is very serious or not often used. However, the startup speed is very fast, there is no built-in software, and the keyboard is brand new. Obviously it was the latter, or it may have been sent by a relative. Based on the above, sherloes should be my immediate family member. Since he is dead, I only need to find his brother mycroftholmes to find out his identity."

"..." Jack was dumbfounded when he heard that, and couldn't help examining the boy in front of him calmly analyzing his life experience with weird eyes again.Now he even began to doubt whether he had been out of touch with the times for too long, or the other party was not human at all. "...Are you really not an alien?"——When he realized it, he had already blurted out what was in his mind.Immediately, he quickly shook his head again, feeling amused by the question: Even if the other party suddenly appeared around the time rift and lost his memory "at the right time", DNA verified that the boy is 100% human and there is no alien fluctuation.Therefore, it should be just a special kind of human being.

As for the boy's "interpretation", it really looks like the family inheritance that the other party said...

Seeing that Jack fell into inexplicable contemplation, he was obviously thinking about the previous question.The boy couldn't figure out how the other party would think about such an "obviously" question so seriously, but didn't bother to speak,-he had no interest in improving the IQ of individual people.With his chin raised high, he looked disdainfully at the man across from him. The boy picked up the porridge that was left aside and drank it slowly.He even counted the other party's reaction time in a wicked way.

Well, after that, an experiment can be run on a related question.he thinks. —although the man quickly brought the experiment to an end.

"Okay, Holmes." The other party smiled, stroked his curly hair, and said with a warm smile, "Nice to meet you."

The answer to Jack was just a cold snort.