Boyfriend Development Program

Lestrade glanced at the caller ID, smiled apologetically at everyone present, and walked aside to answer the call.

From a distance, John could hear the inspector arguing on the phone in a low voice, the discussion here was too loud to hear clearly.Later, Lestrade seemed to have compromised, and reluctantly responded, hung up the phone and walked towards them.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, this place needs to be cleared." Lestrade clapped his hands, attracting a group of experts (shen) experts (jing) (jing) (bing) talents (huan) who seemed to express their opinions but were actually stubborn, and said apologetically , "We have to evacuate as soon as possible."

"What about the corpse?" John pointed to the female corpse still hanging on the antlers, puzzled, "Uh, I mean, just put it here?"

"Leave her for 'torchwood'." Lestrade replied angrily as he paused as he went downstairs.

"What is 'torchwood'?" Andersorade handed him the box and shouted incredulously, "This is our case, why should we leave it to them! It's okay to get involved in these cases, anyway, we are also on the scene "He pointed at the Sherlocks who were walking in front, and his tone became sharper and raised a bit, "What is this now! Detective Lestrade, that so-called 'torchwood' is not allowed to enter, they will pollute the scene!"

"It should be a special organization. It is said that it is a special permission, and I have nothing to do with it." Lestrade frowned, and said in a low voice, "Okay, stop talking, hurry up and clear the venue!"

"But, that sea... didn't leave?" Anderson pointed angrily at the curly-haired boy who was about to leave but stood there with interest after listening to Lestrade's words, "Why can he stay? !"

"Because my IQ is something you look up to all your life, Anderson." Sherlock walked to the window, stared out of the window without blinking, and said without looking back.He had guessed who was calling Lestrade.

Seeing the curly-haired boy acting like this, Lestrade felt even more helpless.In view of a certain government official's "brother accusation addiction", he "turned a blind eye" to Sherlock's "non-violent non-cooperation", so as to save the future from being bothered - the day of offending my brother-in-law will definitely be It was extremely dark, especially that "little brother-in-law" was Sherlock.The result is good now, and Anderson, whose eyes suddenly became sharper, pierced through, Lestrade looked at the little man who was hesitating aside as if asking for help: "John..." Everything was said in silence.

In any case, it is always right to hand over "sherlock-style problems" to "good Mr. John".

"Seamus, are you going to stay here?" John asked tentatively.

“obviously.”

"What are you staying for?"

"Torchwood." Sherlock muttered the name to himself, "I've wanted to meet him for a long time."

"You know them?" John asked curiously.

"Fate." The curly-haired boy muttered, and after a while, an uncertain word slipped out of his throat, "Probably."

"Probably?" John admitted that he was also "probably" amused by the word, and he limped up to Sherlock, sternly - but with mixed feelings like helplessness and pampering, probably not even aware of it himself —— Dissuaded, "I don't mind if you want to catch up on the past, Seamus, but, can't you postpone the investigation of the crime scene to them?!"

John stretched out his hand and pulled Sherlock. When his fingertips touched his body, the curly-haired boy frowned, subconsciously trying to dodge, but suddenly realized that the other party was John, and curbed his tendency to dodge. Seeing the other party's performance, John's expression darkened, a trace of astonishment and injury quickly flashed across his face, and he quickly retracted it, licked his lips, and made a short smile.

"Let's go," he said, turning away first, ignoring the curly-haired boy's grunts.

Behind him, Sherlock pursed his lips tightly, and complex emotions flashed across his pale cheeks: With the observation ability of the founder of "Deductive Method", he had naturally noticed the sudden change in John's face.After a while, wondering if it was justified or not, the curly-haired boy pouted and left the spot after all, and followed the little man downstairs.He didn't say a word, only his gray-green pupils were smudged with an obscure light.

……

Outside the wooden house, a black extended car stopped, and two men and two women came out of it. One of them was carrying a seemingly heavy box, and walked towards the crime scene that had been cleared in a dusty but imposing manner.

torchwood, without a doubt.

Because of the procrastination,—and I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, John and Sherlock managed to pass them by.John, who deliberately turned his face to the side, noticed the light flickering in Sherlock's eyes and the morbid excitement on the high cheekbones. ——Very well, interested eyes, why didn't he know that the "anti-social and anti-human" was removed from the genes of the Holmes family? John's eyes froze, and he tried to squeeze out a smile, but it didn't work.

This is very strange.the little man said to himself.

Just when they were about to pass by each other, the leading man in the gray trench coat stopped and looked at the curly-haired boy with an expression of surprise (or...surprise? John pondered) on his face. Smile: "holmes?"

"jakeharkness." Sherlock raised his head with a calm expression, "We met again."

"A surprise surprise!" Jack gave Sherlock a bear hug, and he signaled to the three behind him, "You guys go first, I'll be back soon."

"What is torchwood doing here? Can you come here...Have you met mycroft?" Sherlock frowned and struggled for a while, but he still couldn't break free from the other's embrace, and raised his eyebrows and shouted indifferently, "I said, have you had enough? open!"

Looking at the two hugging, John licked his lips, somehow feeling that the scene in front of him was a bit dazzling.

"It's so indifferent, it's fortunate that I asked Mr. Holmes about you." Jack let go of Sherlock as he said, but still rubbed the thick black curly hair of the other party happily, "I heard that you used all your strength to Can you guess your own identity? Ha, I still remember when someone swore that he was not sher..."

"jabsp;harkness!" Sherlock snapped, and interrupted Jack at a critical moment—although he didn't like a man's hug, "If you don't go in again, I'll tell your subordinates that you spent last night with a man I tried various poses all night! Tsk, wait, it seems that this man is still your colleague? The poses are... um!"

Jack covered Sherlock's mouth with lightning speed, and still managed to see the other three people who were waiting for their boss to show their feet, who liked to watch good shows and gossip, and their six eyes were full of intense interest.The curly-haired boy stared at each other unflinchingly.After some eye contact, Jack was defeated: "Okay, there is still a case waiting for me, and we will talk about the old days when the case is over."

"Very well, I have a question for you too." Sherlock replied, "You know where to find me." After finishing speaking, he looked at John, raised his eyebrows for some reason, and said blankly, "John, we gone."

Sherlock didn't intend to introduce to both parties at all.

John paused for a moment, then smiled——he suddenly felt like laughing, so he leaned on his crutches and walked forward.

……

In the taxi, the two sat at one end each.silent.

John suddenly felt that the silence was unbearable, he moved his lips, hesitantly said: "That Jack..."

"Ok?"

When the text message rang, Sherlock took out his phone, swiped it a few times, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then turned back quickly.

"Uh, nothing." John smiled, "I mean, don't mind."

Sherlock glanced at him, mobilized his facial muscles to show a smirk, flipped the phone up and down carelessly in his hand, without asking any further questions.After a long time, after catching the phone again, his fingertips quickly danced on the interface, as if he was editing a text message. John noticed that the curly-haired boy's fingers were white and slender, jumping like elves playing the piano, and the little man was in a trance for a moment.

—Maybe it was a text message to that jack. John guessed.

"That, um, Seamus." John licked his lips, and said in a mysterious way, "Do you need me to avoid it?"

"...Avoid?" Sherlock finally looked up at the little man.

"It's not good for you to catch up with Jack, I guess. I guess." John lowered his eyelids unnaturally under the increasingly severe gaze of the other party, and he stumbled a little, "And, Mary, I forgot earlier Say, I have a date. With Mary. Uh, Jesus, you know."

—John is lying.

Sherlock quickly came to a conclusion. ——Just, why?

The curly-haired boy's eyes became darker, and his pupils turned a strange dark green.He stared at John for a while, and said a phrase expressionlessly: "Very good."

John looked up in astonishment, the sunlight reflected from the glass window of the taxi, he squinted his eyes to block out the bright light.Under the light, the curly-haired boy looked rational and cruel, and behind him was the constant flow of people coming and going on the streets of London.The next moment, the little man smiled briefly as if he had realized something.

"Fine. Of course." He hung his head and muttered.