Boyfriend Development Program

Sitting in the taxi, the two remained silent as always.

When Sherlo glanced at his pants strangely for the first time, John finally exploded - if you don't count the dodge eyes -: "Seamus, for God's sake, I don't think what I'm wearing is worth anything It's weird. So put away your weird eyes!"

"Well, good observation." Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned to look out the car window.

Seeing the angry look of the curly-haired boy, John smiled helplessly, and gradually lowered his head, focusing his eyes on his gray-brown pullover sweater, which seemed to be heavy due to the heavy midnight air.Sitting awkwardly next to each other should not have happened after having such a dream, nor should it have appeared after having that thought vaguely in his heart... Cutting off the complicated thoughts, John took a breath, raised his head, and stared blankly. Crashed into a bend of light green.

The moment the four eyes met, the light green in the corner deepened a little, and a huge sense of trance and interlacing of time and space came one after another, and wave after wave of unknown emotions suddenly grabbed the little man's heart. "sher..." A vague voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, john woke up startled, and couldn't help turning his eyes to the light green master, noticing his movements, the curly-haired boy seemed to be suddenly startled, and moved away in a panic open sight.

Sherlock glanced outside the window at the night that was lit up with a little morning light, then glanced back at John, and moved his gaze to the sky again, as if studying the structure of the bright moon behind the clouds.Repeat this several times: "Okay, you have a problem. What is it?"

"Case, uh... You said that the man named Will killed the murderer?" John licked his lips.

"To be precise, it is to prevent the murderer from killing the hostages." Sherlock stared at the London streets with few pedestrians instead, "Next."

"hostage?"

"The murderer killed his wife, and when Will and Scotland Yard arrived, the murderer took his daughter hostage. Next."

"...uh." John licked his lips again, hesitated, "Not anymore."

"No. You still have problems, but you find it difficult to talk about it, which can be seen from your expression." Sherlock finally turned his head, his sharp gray-green eyes fixed on the little man's face, "Given the previous The observation I made on you before I woke you up, you were doing a very..." On a rare occasion, Sherlock paused, as if looking for a suitable word (maybe this word was deleted from his mind palace? John couldn't help but habitually Guess.), and soon he was expressionless and eloquently interpreted: "It's a beautiful dream, but I don't want people, especially me to know. Judging from your subconscious reaction after I wake you up, it is very likely that It's Chun`dream. You have an unnatural expression now—although you try your best to cover it up, your movements are stiff, your eyes are wandering, bingo, obviously I got the answer right. Who is the other protagonist of the dream? Mary?... I can't rule out this possibility .Oh, look at your eyes now! Your expression now! So, you still want to ask me, have you ever called anyone's name in your dream?"

"Ohgod, seamus, it's in a fucking taxi!" John desperately saw the taxi boy's ambiguous smile in the rearview mirror, and he even saw the other person shyly say "Oh buddy, come on, we are all adults I understand people" face winking at him!

"So, Mary?" John saw Sherlock looking at him indifferently, the gloomy, semi-bright morning light in London shone on his high cheekbones, bringing out a thick shadow, like a flash of light.The little man forced himself to look away, suppressing the embarrassment and anger in his heart: "God, seamus, please!"

"Hmph." Sherlock turned his head, let out a cold snort between his nostrils, and uttered a syllable reluctantly, "No."

"Nothing?" John felt that he was going crazy, and now the taxi guy's eyes were getting more and more ambiguous - and he was looking at the two of them!Oh no, he even saw the other party secretly giving him a thumbs up. Of course, Sherlock saw it too, and the curly-haired boy let out a cold snort that was even more uncomfortable and annoyed, but his eyes flashed a strange light: "John, I I really wonder what is in your little head! Observe, please! If you have a little bit of observation skills, you can draw the conclusion in my last sentence. Of course, since I only have you as a roommate , so I'll try to explain it to you again: no,—no one's name was called."

"..." John thought for a while, hesitated to speak, and finally uttered a hesitant syllable, "ok."

Sherlock glanced at John, with an impatient—and half wronged—turning his head and continuing to observe the structure of street lights in London at midnight.There was silence in the taxi again, until a few minutes later they arrived at Butts Hospital under the ambiguous and almost straightforward eyes of the taxi boy.

……

The body was placed in the morgue as usual, a mortuary bed covered with a white cloth.Standing next to the corpse were Inspector Lestrade and Mollyhooper, who covered his mouth when he saw the curly-haired boy and screamed, "Ohmygod, Sherlock!"

The curly-haired boy glanced at Molly lightly, and corrected him: "Seamus, by the way, your scream is useless. Put it away."

"..." John swears that Molly's expression choked, and his hands and feet couldn't rest in embarrassment, "Okay, Seamus."

"This is the murderer?" Sherlock left Molly, who was getting more and more embarrassed, and walked up to the mortuary bed, lifted the white cloth, and his gray-green eyes scanned the whole body of the corpse like the sharpest light.

"Garrett Jabsp; Hobbs, a wire machine threader at a construction site outside London." Inspector Lestrade added, standing still, "We tested the piece of metal on Elisenichols and found it to be some kind of Pipe-coated, certain types of pipe threads, and this kind of pipe thread is only available in..." As Lestrade's cell phone rang, he paused, glanced at the caller ID, and smiled apologetically at Sherlock and John Smile: "Excuse me, answer the phone first."

John glanced at Sherlock, who was staring intently at the corpse,—with no intention of answering, he could only shrug his shoulders, and smiled helplessly again: "It's okay, you're busy."

Before the words finished, the little man saw the curly-haired boy curl his lips in disdain from the corner of his eye, and quickly pursed his lips, striding towards the door without even saying hello to anyone!

John shook his head and laughed angrily. Seeing the curly-haired boy stepping down the wind without pausing, he couldn't help roaring again: "Seamus! Where the hell are you going!" `Meng was just feeling helpless and adding a bit of resentment, and it was just embarrassment and shame that the other party talked about his sex in the taxi, so at this moment John was really out of anger. ——Feeling He accompanied Seamus over in the middle of the night, only for the other party to glance at the corpse, and then leave without saying goodbye? !Damn this is teasing him!Anyway, you should look at the corpse!

Sherlock stopped, turned to look at John, and announced quickly, "Go upstairs."

Under the light, Sherlock pursed his lips slightly, the dim light shone on his pale face, and the high cheekbones had a faint golden halo.Those gray-green pupils are almost transparent at the moment, exuding a soul-piercing charm. The curly-haired boy just looked at him quietly, and John found himself almost immersed in those eyes,——those eyes Eyes identical to Sherlock's.Strangely, the anger faded in an instant, replaced by a feeling of itching and inexplicable sadness in my heart.

——er... This seems a bit unsightly.

John muttered inwardly, unnaturally looking away: "...upstairs?"

"Sherlock, Will said you'd better go upstairs." Lestrade hung up the phone at some point.The detective shook the phone and interrupted the conversation between the two, "Abigail is awake."

John subconsciously looked at Sherlock, and happened to see the curly-haired boy raised his chin, with an "as expected" haughty expression on his face.Seeing this expression, John knew that he couldn't ask anything from Sherlock, so he turned around and looked at the inspector: "Abigail?"

Facts have proved that Lestrade will always be a solid and reliable existence.After receiving John's request for help, the inspector answered without hesitation: "Abigail Hobbs, the daughter of Garrett Jabsp; Hobbs. She was slashed on the neck by her father, and she is being treated upstairs."

"You already knew?" This time, John asked Sherlock.

The curly-haired boy snorted coldly, pursed his lips, and put on a smirk on his face: "Obviously! Those who call during this time period are either very important or have nothing to do. It's obviously not the latter, no. Someone is willing to be arrested by Scotland Yard in the name of harassment, and Inspector Lestrade will not answer such a call. The former, the most recent important matter, is obviously about this case. Inspector Lestrade looked puzzled when he saw the caller ID, and he answered the call skillfully. It should be an acquaintance. Of course, the most important thing is the name 'will'. The call from Will, it's urgent, so the conclusion?"

"Abigail is awake." John continued unconsciously.

"Yes!" Sherlock snapped his fingers and disappeared through the door like the wind.

John sighed, nodded to Molly and Lestrade, and resigned himself to running after him on crutches.