Boyfriend Development Program

London taxis are always very efficient, and it didn't take long for Sherlock and John to stop at their destination.The scene of the crime was a wooden house on the outskirts of London that belonged to the Hobbs family.

On the second floor of the hut, Sherlock glanced at the narrow space, except for the elk skeletons hanging all over the room, the small wooden house was crowded with people: Lestrade, Will Graham, Daniel Pierce, and an unknown... female police detective ?

"You are here." Lestrade saw the curly-haired boy and the little man with sharp eyes, and hurried over to greet them, "I think I have to introduce both of you." He shrugged and smiled awkwardly, as if A little uncomfortable with this kind of role, he pointed to the people around him one by one and introduced: "You have met Will, this is Dr. Pierce, and this is Missmoretti. Like Will, they are both special agents of the US FBI." After introducing the people on his side, Lestrade sighed, pointed to the two people and said, "These two are seamusholmes and john·h·watson."

"FBI?" John said in surprise first, "How did the FBI come to the UK?"

"Uh, it was sent from above, and I don't know the specifics." Lestrade looked a little embarrassed.

"John, put away your surprise." Sherlock curled his lips with a rather calm expression. As far as he is concerned, there is no difference between "fbi" and "black coffee with two sugars". Of course, if you insist on making a difference , the former is the name of the national institution, and the latter is his eating habits, "Dr. Pierce, there is no doubt, things are as you think, I am seamusholmes."

"Daniel, please. I didn't expect that one day, I would be able to investigate murders on the same stage as my students." Daniel's astonishment disappeared for a moment, and he quickly regained his previous calm, "Holmes, holmes... Maybe I should have expected it Arrived."

"Am I not your student?" Kate gave Daniel a sideways look, and couldn't help interrupting him, "Hello, Seamus, I'm Katemoretti, and I'm also Daniel's student. In other words, your senior sister."

"Senior Sister?" Seamus finally condescended to take a distracted look at the other party: sweet appearance, long hair half-up, blue shirt, striped uniform, a typical working woman.His eyes quickly glanced at Kate's eyes, fingers, cuffs, and shoes, and the corners of his lips raised a short arc, "I guess you must be thinking about more than this name."

"Seamus!" John snorted sternly and in a low voice, raised his head to look at the woman who didn't know how to answer, and smiled apologetically, "What he meant was: he is very satisfied that he has an FBI senior sister."

Hearing this, Sherlock glanced at John, and let out a cold snort from his nose.He turned his head to look at Daniel, mobilized the muscles of his face and squeezed into a smirk, his gray-green pupils flashed a light of inquiry—if John read correctly.Of course, by God, given Sherlock's previous record, John felt that he was not mistaken at all.

...well, another target of interest. Seamus's target audience is much wider than Sherlock's. Well, at least there are still huge differences.

Thinking of this, the little man showed a self-deprecating short smile, which quickly disappeared from his face.He heard the curly-haired boy ask directly: "Where's the abigailhobbs?"

"He was sent back to the hospital by Hannibal first." Will twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to show a relaxed smile, but he failed, "Oh, Hannibal is the psychiatrist of me and Abigail, and he came here with me this time. You know , The sequelae of my innate skills are more troublesome."

"Psychiatrist?" Sherlock's eyes suddenly became sharp, he glanced up and down at Will, looked away for a while, said "Oh" flatly, and muttered in his throat, "...very good."

John saw all the movements of the curly-haired boy, and somehow felt a little heavy in his heart, an inexplicable emotion that he couldn't distinguish.After hesitating for a while, he decided not to explore anymore, John forced his mind to focus on the conversation between the two: "Hannibal? Hanniballecter?"

"Yes. Do you know him too?"

Will glanced at John suspiciously. He noticed the way the little man looked at the curly-haired boy and the old gray pullover on his body. He paused slightly, showing a surprised expression, but didn't say anything. —Maybe it's just an illusion.

"Uh, it's also my psychiatrist." John hesitated.Before he finished speaking, John succeeded in immersing himself in Will's feelings: Sherlock's gray-green pupils were staring at him seriously at some point, and a sharper line of sight was like a blade, which made John feel uneasy.He licked his lower lip unnaturally, shifted his body weight between his legs for a long time, and finally returned to his right leg on crutches, his voice was slightly stagnant,—John tried his best to ignore these abnormalities, "seamus ,What's wrong?"

"When did you change your psychiatrist?" The curly-haired boy didn't seem to notice anything unusual, but asked coldly, "Where's therapis?"

John moved his lips, subconsciously wanting to ask the other party how he knew about therapis, and quickly swallowed the question in his mouth. —Anyway, the Holmes family will find a way to know something.

"Not long after Sherlock left." The voice became mechanical for a moment.

Sherlock took a deep look at John, he didn't know why, it was a kind of subconscious instinct, he didn't say anything more.The curly-haired boy was a little terrified to find that there seemed to be an unknown emotional virus in his thinking palace, and the source of infection was the little man in front of him.He found it, but somehow didn't want to delete it completely. ——This somewhat disturbed and confused Sherlock, he thought he had ingrained the unquestionable thoughts of "emotions are not his thing" and "emotions are boring".What made him even more disturbed and confused was that he didn't know what to do with this new type of virus.

……format?Keep watching?Extract data to build a firewall?

In the end, in order not to waste the rare opportunity for experimental observation, Sherlock decided to temporarily isolate it and named it "John One", intending to format it as soon as "John One" changed, once and for all, without leaving any future troubles.

——This matter requires a lot of time and experimental data, which will be discussed later.There are more exciting things to do right now.

Thinking is just a matter of lightning, and these many thoughts are just a moment of stupefaction in the eyes of outsiders.After making up his mind, Sherlock withdrew his sharper and sharper gaze, took a few steps forward, and took out his magnifying glass to examine the corpse.

"marisson, living in the same community as abigail, heard that abigail came back, secretly met abigail behind his family's back, and separated after a few minutes. Abigail and will returned to their home, and after about an hour, they visited the hut , it turned out that Marisson was killed on the second floor." Lestrade dutifully introduced.

Sherlock gave an undeniable "uh" for a while, then continued to examine the corpse.After going up and down like this for a while, the curly-haired boy put away the magnifying glass with a "snap", stepped back, and greeted John: "John, what do you think?"

John glanced at the inspector habitually, and Lestrade nodded calmly, obviously used to this kind of situation.

"Uh, the corpse has multiple wounds, which are consistent with the incisions on the antlers, and there are a lot of marks of whipping. This should be the murder scene, and the corpse has not been moved. The fatal injury is the antler that pierced the heart. The time of death is about two A few hours ago." At first, John's movement of examining the corpse was a little clumsy, but as he entered the country more and more, his expression became more calm and composed, and he began to make some deduction intentionally or unintentionally, "The victim was only wearing a pair of underwear. , it may be that the murderer was afraid that his clothes would be stained with the evidence of his crime. But he did not expect that there was a small amount of foreign tissue and blood in the victim's teeth, and he was still left with evidence. Compared with these evidences, the murderer should be found."

"This case has almost the same modus operandi as the first eight, but garrett jabsp; It's a kind of tribute." Daniel, who had been silent all this time, suddenly continued.

"It's not a tribute." On the side, the silent Will suddenly retorted with a dazed expression, "This is a kind of humiliation."

"Humiliation?" Kate couldn't help asking back. John stared at Will in astonishment, his eyes narrowed slightly: Is this what Seamus called "empathy"?Sure enough. Will didn't look at their reactions, and stared at the corpse in front of him and muttered to himself, but his expression became more and more dazed: "This is a madman with a high IQ, a psychopath, and a sadist who is good at killing people in different ways." .He deliberately let the victim wear only a pair of underwear, and in such a hanging posture, he wanted to humiliate her."

"The murderer's method is crisp and neat, indicating that he is either a hunter or a doctor. This is almost exactly the same as Garrett Jabsp; Hobbs. The whipping is very skillful. Judging from the traces left, it is a way of whipping corpses. There is no doubt that it is a humiliating method. The victim's face Sherlock's expressions and movements, she has struggled and feared, but she is not stunned, and she is not an acquaintance handling the case, which means that she has never seen the murderer, at least not from this community." Sherlock deduced expressionlessly, and the information he got was not much, which made him want to Crazy, he muttered, "Serial killers, I love serial killers. They always have something to look forward to."

"He's just pissed off," Will murmured.

"Who?" Lestrade followed closely.

"Murderer." Will replied.

The voice fell, and the cabin fell into a dead silence.

The phone rang suddenly.