Boyfriend Development Program

In the evening, John came home from get off work at the clinic.

He didn't realize how different this day was from any other day until he moved his eyes to the living room table.

"Bather, eat, drink tea, and go to bed." He muttered as he limped forward on crutches, "Oh, maybe today I can try to watch the news before bed..."

Since the Butts incident, he has never been able to read the news properly.Every time he picked up the newspaper, those nasty words would automatically appear in John's mind, about his roommate, his only good friend Sherlock: fake genius suicide.Every word was stopped, like a sharp knife, stabbing his eyes fiercely. Well, he guessed that he probably lost the ability to "read correctly".

The Butts incident was a no-no for him.

37 days ago, he watched sherlcok fall in the posture of a bird pounced on the ground, and then died in front of him without aesthetic feeling.Drenched with blood, his body stiffened. ——this fact is like some kind of ugly monster, silently opening its mouth to mock the accusation he made against Sherlock a second ago.Oh god, every time he thinks about that cold "you cold-blooded machine" before he broke through the door, he can't help but want to punch himself.

He didn't know how he survived it, but when he was conscious, he had already survived it.Life was back to what it was without Sherlock, which wasn't good or bad.Lo and behold, he's back on crutches, commuting numbly, staring at a blank blog, being woken up by nightmares in the middle of the night, and seeing a therapist again.A senior psychologist named Hannibal is good at psychological profiling.

(Not a therapist...ok, I confess, I don't want to share those things about you with her again. I can't take her eyes, so I changed to a therapist, his name is Hannibal. His elegance is a bit like yours, but no one Can be as graceful and haughty as you. No one else.)

John's thoughts stopped abruptly, because he suddenly found himself in the conversation mode with the "imaginary sherlock".

"Good, another step closer to split personality. Hannibal might be more willing to talk to me about it next time." John muttered, and was about to put the shopping bag in his hand on the table when a package caught his attention line of sight.He put down the shopping bag, picked up the package, and checked it carefully, "The paper quality of the outsourcing package is good, obviously the sender's life is superior. The package is firm and tight, indicating that the things in the package are more important, and the sender may subconsciously not want to Let that be found by others. Well, it should be male from the handwriting, postmark, um, from the city of London. The sender would rather spend money and time to go to the post office than deliver it himself, and don't want me to know the real identity ?”

"My dear boy, you are becoming more and more like Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson appeared outside the door, looking at John with admiration.Immediately, the kind landlady entered the house like a whirlwind, stood next to John and explained the origin of the package to him, "When I came back today, I found the package outside the door with your name written on it, I will take it Come up. Speaking of which, the couriers are becoming less and less dedicated now, how can they just leave the package at the door casually, what should they do if someone else takes it away. I think when I was young..."

"Mrs. Hudson!" John helplessly interrupted her rambling.

"Oh, look at my memory!" Mrs. Hudson patted his head, then said with a smile, "I'm here to ask if you want cookies? I made a big plate."

John replied: "Sounds good. Give me another glass of milk, thank you."

"I'm the landlord, not your housekeeper!"

"Milk is best served hot."

"Again, I'm not your butler!"

After the daily dialogue was over, John watched Mrs. Hudson blow down like a gust of wind again, with a slight smile on his face.Soon, that smile was like cold tea, gradually disappearing.He sighed and turned his attention to the package in his hand again.After thinking for a while, John slowly moved to the side of the fireplace, pulled out the only dagger in the living room from a stack of papers, pointed at the folded part of the package, and slowly opened it.Of course, he did not forget to say hello to Mr. Skull on the way.

Inside the package is a game console: the shape of an ordinary psp, black metal paint, and a screen about 10 inches in size.It looks very elegant and refined, although this seems to be a bit high for a game console.

"Who will specially send me a game console?" John muttered dumbfoundedly while holding the game console.He casually pressed the power button, but to his surprise, nothing appeared on the screen. — No battery? John looked suspiciously at the place where the batteries were placed, and a few brand new batteries quickly dispelled his guess.After studying it for a while, he was sure that the thing in his hand could not even enter the boot interface, so he finally gave up, "OK, it must be the masterpiece of a British government official. I bet that the one who is so idle that even the hairline Rebellious holmes is on the other side of the monitor admiring my stupidity."

After speaking, John threw the game console aside and got up to take a shower.

As usual, after spending 45 minutes in the shower and another 5 minutes stuffing the laundry into the washing machine, he reappeared in the living room and managed to find the song Mrs. Hudson had left on the table during his shower. Biscuits And Milk.Even though he had no appetite, John managed to stuff a few mouthfuls of biscuits, then picked up the milk and went back to his bedroom.Before going upstairs, he glanced unconsciously at the room adjoining the living room.Belongs to Sherlock's bedroom.

The room was empty.Only the lonely wind blows the screen window.

Sighing, John closed the living room door.

...

After that, as John expected, he failed again in the matter of "trying to read".Since this matter could not be achieved in one day in these 37 days, John was soon relieved, and put aside his routine reading and blogging, and closed his laptop.

"21 o'clock." John glanced at the alarm clock that was quietly placed on the bedside table. When his eyes glanced at the game console that he had brought up for some reason, he paused inexplicably, "It's time to sleep." Then, as usual, his eyes were drawn to a small bottle on the bedside table: plain white bottle, plain white pills.

The only thing that is unusual is the label "sleeping pills".

After a moment of hesitation, he chose to unscrew the cap, picked a piece out of it and swallowed it without hesitation, even though he knew that "sherlock" would come to visit him. — Oh Jesus, all he wanted was that bastard's visit. John swears when he thinks about it he smiles, well, maybe a little damn sweet.

Ever since Sherlock jumped off the building in front of him—in fact, he once suspected that the other party did it on purpose, deliberately jumping off in front of him, so that he would live in repentance for the next life.Given how selfish a jerk that guy is, it's highly likely.Uh, that's a long way off.But there is one thing John is not wrong: he has been in confession.One of the most intuitive manifestations is his sleep quality.Extremely difficult to fall asleep, light sleep and nightmares tortured his nerves almost every night, until finally John chose sleeping pills.

Sherlock's first appearance was after he took his first sleeping pill.And John has always clearly understood: everything is just his illusion.

Yes, hallucinations.That's all.

Today is no exception.Almost as soon as John's head hit the pillow, Sherlock appeared.He saw that Sherlock was wearing his usual dark blue silk pajamas, and his thick curly hair looked particularly messy.He saw the other party pursed his lips, and quickly mobilized his facial muscles to give him a smirk.He saw that pair of eyes glowing with a strange dark green under the dim light, staring at him fiercely. ——This sight made John feel a little uncomfortable, so he moved his eyes away.

He saw Sherlock walking towards him, walking as lightly as the nimblest cat.It wasn't long before he felt his bed sag slightly from gravity: his best roommate was in his bed.The next second, a hand touched his cheek, and the other party's unique low but extremely sweet voice sounded in his ear: "john."

"sherlock."

"doyou missme (do you miss me)?"

"Ohgod, yes (Oh God, of course)." He heard a grunt in his throat, with a sigh of satisfaction, "yes. of course. (Yes, of course)"

"Fine (very good)." John heard the joy in Sherlock's words, and the next second he was hugged by the other person, and he could even feel the burning heat of each other's skin, "keep it (keep it ).”

Of course I know it's fine. Looking at Sherlock's overly pale face, John replied in his heart, - because you are a fucking product of my hallucination.Your lines, your actions, including your current actions are all my fucking fantasy.oh here it comes...

The next second, John felt his roommate's hand slowly caressing his back, with a certain erotic meaning, and finally he couldn't help moaning softly in his heart: Oh Jesus, yes, Yes, yes, that's it... He could feel an electric current in his body suddenly sweeping through his whole body, making him tremble uncontrollably and stand upright.

No doubt, he was hard again.in hallucinations.

Yes, john h. watson has lust for his roommate sherloes.The truth surfaced, the secret was discovered 21 days after Sherlock's death, even though John insisted that he was a straight man. ——Well, in fact, he is not as straight as imagined.

After some movement, Sherlock's hand finally rested firmly on John's waist.So he knew that today's hallucinations came to an end, even though his little brother was still full of energy.But John didn't think that his hallucination would be merciful to let his good roommate take care of his little brother, after all, it was too out of Sherlock's style.

Sure enough, it was no different from the past, the next second he lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

...

John in his sleep didn't know that the game console that he diagnosed as "broken" suddenly burst into light, illuminating the entire bedroom.The dark blue light hides the black shell, coupled with the flashing lights of the game console, making this scene look extraordinarily weird.For a while, the curtains automatically rustled without wind.In the next second, the game console slowly rose, rose again, and drifted directly above the sleeping John.Immediately afterwards, a mechanical voice suddenly broke the silence——

The game system is turned on, and the host's desire is being detected...

Ding, the detection is successful, the binding is successful, and the game activation is successful.

Select the game category "Cultivation", select the key character "sherloes"...

Ding, the selection is successful, the system binding is successful, and the game "Boyfriend Cultivation Plan" starts.