Boyfriend Development Program

John is walking on the road with a clear goal: to go to the office of the psychiatrist Hannibal.

Yesterday afternoon, when he was on a date with Mary, to be more precise, during the date, he saw Sherlock.At that time, during the movie, he couldn't remember why he wanted to go out. Maybe it was because Mary's probing gaze was too obvious, or maybe the memory was too strong. He felt chest tightness for a while, and then asked to go out to get some air.Of course, he lied to Mary and said "I'm going to the bathroom", and Mary readily agreed. John didn't meet her eyes, even though he was pretending to be calm and getting - I don't know when - used to lying, his acting was still bad.

And then, oh dear God, he saw Sherlock!And another man, that man named Jack or something.They talked, looked and behaved intimately. ——Sherlock believed in that man, and even prepared to take the pill he handed over without hesitation!This realization made John's chest sink violently, and the sharp pain engulfed him like waves of cold darkness.He just looked at them, just like a wife who sees her cheating husband, her expression is displeased and heartbroken, but she doesn't dare to go forward and directly question her!

Maybe it was because his gaze was too hot, Sherlock seemed to be looking into it, and suddenly turned his head to look at this side!His physical actions were greater than his thoughts, he subconsciously dodged to the corner to hide himself! John didn't know why he did this, the almost instinctive behavior made him a little embarrassed, not to mention that it was completely superfluous, with his good roommate's ability, would he not be aware of his self-deception?

Sure enough, he saw Sherlock frowned and said something to Jack, and the two strode away immediately. John leaned against the wall, closed his eyes weakly, and pressed all the strength of his body against the wall, as if he wanted to vent something.It took a long time for the little man to open his eyes, and came out of the hiding place with a cane. He looked at the place where the two disappeared for a long time, until his eyes were sore, and then he limped back to the cinema.

Mary is still waiting for him.

……

The memory stops here.

"John, for God's sake, why don't you give up?" John lowered his eyelids, and the memory made him feel inescapable.He muttered self-deprecatingly, walking on, "Didn't you figure it out a long time ago? Anyone, yes, anyone. Except that damn sherloes."

——Obviously know, why still...?

"Dr. Watson?" A slightly puzzled voice sounded in John's ear.

John raised his head suddenly, perhaps due to too much force, his head suddenly felt dizzy, he had to squint his eyes to stabilize, and then gradually got rid of the dizziness.Standing in front of him was a man with brown messy short hair, a gray suit, and an iconic face with a mixture of trance and vague madness, which revived John's memory: Willgraham!

"Mr. Graham, just call me John." John pursed his lips and smiled, looked up at the building behind the man, and suddenly remembered that the man in front of him was also Hannibal's patient, "Just came out of Dr. Lecter's place?"

"Yes, what about you? Hannibal's next appointment?" Will also smiled, "I rarely see you. And, will, please."

"Uh, Will, yes, the patient. Yes." John shrugged, and asked casually, "I rarely see me, and you have a good relationship with Dr. Lecter? I've never heard that he has a good personal relationship with the patient." .”

"Hmm..." Will's face was a little embarrassed, "I have a complicated relationship with him. It's probably similar to a friend... the kind who habitually walks to him whenever he encounters psychological problems. You know, Seamus probably mentioned to you that my ability 'empathy' has a lot of side effects, and Hannibal helped me a lot."

"It's not seamus!" John suddenly yelled, causing Will to look sideways. The little man quickly realized his gaffe, blushed suddenly, and hurriedly explained, "Uh, I mean, he doesn't bark Seamus. Jesus above, sherloes, well, that's his name."

"Sherloes?" The doubts on Will's face became more and more obvious, "Isn't that the protagonist of the 'fake genius suicide' that was rumored a while ago? ——Although I don't believe the media's rhetoric. But, didn't it mean that he jumped off the building? , how...? Besides, it is said that Sherlock is an adult?"

...Look, this is a normal person! John angrily agreed with Will's reaction from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time condemned what Sherlock said to him in the living room the day before yesterday: Under such circumstances, the first and normal reaction of ordinary people is unbelievable right!Fuck it, not all of them have fucking holmes heads!

"The situation is complicated, and I haven't figured it out yet." The little man's expression was a little unnatural, and he certainly wouldn't be so stupid as to tell the man in front of him that he didn't ask this question at all because he was busy fighting with Sherlock!In fact, John feels that when a person suddenly sees his good roommate who faked his death not dead, and sees two of his good roommates appearing at the same time in his living room, and those two good roommates are still in an abnormal state (well, Although in fact one is just amnesia + shrunken, and the other is just a year ago from the future), any weird things will not look weird, "Anyway, he is a real fucking sherloes!"

"..." Will looked at the little man who was obviously immersed in his own emotions, and thought it would be better not to express any opinions rationally.

"Well, I'm sorry, I accidentally said too much." John licked his lips, looking a little embarrassed, he looked at his watch, calmly, "My appointment with Dr. Lecter is in 10 minutes , um, then I go in first?"

"See you next time then." Will said goodbye with a smile.

John nodded, forced a short smile on his face, said goodbye, and limped towards the building in front of him. Will watched John leave, and sighed slightly, maybe because "empathy" has been used a lot recently, he just vaguely detected some emotions that the little man tried to hide.

John · h · Watson's feelings for sherloes.

Will thought of the expressionless boy, shook his head, sighed again, and gradually left.

……

After a few minutes.

Hannibal opened the door of the office, welcomed John in, and asked with a slight smile, "John, what happened recently? You are the type of 'everything goes to the Three Treasures'."

"Sherlock isn't dead." John replied calmly.

"Not dead?" Hannibal was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized, "Isn't that a good thing? Your hallucinations can be cured without treatment."

John smiled wryly: "But, the game console is still there." - well, not only is it still there, but he also has a sense of presence every day.

"It's a very interesting phenomenon." Hannibal leaned forward slightly, "It's very likely that your 'id' has been present for too long, and your 'ego' has been too weakened, making it impossible to complete your 'superego'. Or your hallucinations Unwillingness to accept the symptoms eliminated by reality strengthens the instinct? No matter what the situation is, it is worth studying. John, I need your cooperation."

"...Cooperate?" John looked at the serious man in front of him with some hesitation, "How to cooperate?"

"Record the time and content of the game console." Hannibal smiled, crossed his hands, and spoke softly, "I know it will be difficult, but John, if you want to overcome the illusion, you must overcome these pains. And, Sherlock It's back, everything makes sense, doesn't it?"

The hesitation in John's expression faded immediately, and he had to admit that what Hannibal said - including the last sentence - was right.

Because sherlock is still alive, everything makes sense...

At this moment, the little man suddenly felt how ridiculous the cold war between him and Sherlock was, and how stupid it was to be entangled and worrying about gains and losses alone: ​​what could be more important than the fact that "Sherlock is still alive"?As for those ugly thoughts in his heart... John smiled shortly, with a trace of resolute sadness on his face, — didn't he decide to rot in his heart long ago?

...as long as sherlock lives, as long as sherlock...

John's eyes gradually hardened.

"It seems that you have already made a decision." Hannibal relaxed his tense body.

"Yes." John's tone was simple, "I will bring the record with me when I come next time."

"Then what about Sherlock?" Hannibal's face flashed a hint of "goal accomplished" pleasure, so fast that the little man who had kept his head down didn't notice it at all, "What are you going to do? Tell him what you want ?”

"No." John stared at his pullover, with a difficult smile on his face, even though he had already made a decision, "He... Well, Sherlock has married Work as his wife. I personally think that married A wife and children are more suitable for me."

"With that girl named Mary?"

John licked his lips: "She is the most suitable candidate."

"You're not a good fit." After a second pause, Hannibal concluded, "John, you can't lie to yourself."

John just remained silent, and didn't make any further answers on this topic.

In the silence, John heard the breeze blowing the window lattice "slapping", and it seemed that even the wind in the evening in mid-October became a bit chilly.The little man turned his face sideways, thinking absently: Maybe, winter is coming.

No. 28221D's new neighbor ([-])

Sherlock closed his eyes, clasped his hands to his chin, and lay expressionlessly on the sofa.

Obviously, he was thinking.

As for the content..."an experiment", Sherlock described it as such, and established a database of these content lists, and stored them properly in his brain.Oh, actually, he barely vacated a space in a corner of his mind palace for these seemingly "boring" ("they multiply quickly and can take over a corner quickly... the propensity of viruses, which must be Close surveillance." Sherlock muttered to himself), and managed to classify some of them into projects.Experiment title: "Behavior of ordinary people (john h. watson) under the Cold War"——

Day [-]: Go to work as normal, watch a movie with Mary, go to the bar afterwards (this is debatable), and come back in the middle of the night.

Day [-]: Went to a therapist (from Will's words, of course, and John's expression also confirmed it), and... a date?bar?Still didn't come back until midnight.

Day [-]: There won't be much change in work and rest (I looked tired before going out, I can see that I didn't sleep well for several consecutive nights last night).

……

"The door is not locked."

Almost at the same second, Sherlock, with his eyes closed, spoke in a deep voice.

However, the room was silent and no one answered. "Tick tock, tick tock", only the slight sound of seconds passing by can be clearly heard. Sherlock didn't open his eyes, and didn't let go of his clasped hands, he was still upright on the sofa like a dead body.The expressionless face of the curly-haired boy has distinct facial features, like a perfect but cold sculpture.

one two Three……

The word "three" in the bottom of my heart has not been read, the wooden door of the living room is pushed open, and the messy - but it is obviously two men's footsteps - from far to near at the same time. Sherlock just curled the corners of his lips upwards, and stopped the horribly boring counting activities.

"Hello." A slightly lower voice sounded, obviously looking around, with some doubts in the voice, "Is it seamusholmes?"

Sherlock's right hand held down his left arm, which stretched slightly, revealing three bright nicotine tablets.Immediately afterwards, almost at the same time after the action was completed, "Hmm..." The curly-haired boy let out a deep sigh of satisfaction from his nasal cavity, his high cheekbones were flushed sickly, and his pale skin It also seems to be moistened at 01:30. ——John once vividly compared this series of actions to "making love with nicotine tablets and producing pleasure". There is no doubt that the image is extremely good, and it is simply tailor-made for Sherlock with nicotine tablets on it.

The visitors looked at each other in dismay, and finally chose to wait and see what happened wisely.

Not long after, Sherlock opened his eyes suddenly, stared blankly at the ceiling for a second, and then seemed to remember that there were two uninvited guests beside him.He lightly sat up from the sofa, and his dark blue silk nightgown slid in an elegant arc in the air.The curly-haired boy glanced at the two people in front of him—they were obviously two brothers—the older one was wearing a dark brown leather jacket and a black shirt, with dark golden hair, sharp lines on his face, sharp eyes, and calm when he spoke Incomparable, but the movements of his hands show that he is good at lying. Conclusion: a person who is bold and bloody, good at hiding, and doesn't care about life and death, looks at his younger brother... The last judgment is temporarily reserved; the young man's ordinary dress, black Obviously, an ordinary college student with short hair, introverted, sensitive and melancholy, dissatisfied with this visit, guessed that he was dragged over by his brother, -- escape, no doubt, a complex of contradictions, perfect!

The curly-haired boy still clasped his hands together, smirked, and gestured with his chin to the sofa opposite John used to sit on: "Sit."

The two sat down as promised.The older one smiled and asked, "Is John Watson there?"

"What's the matter?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, looking straight at the other person with gray-green eyes, "I'm in charge here."

"We are college students." The older man shrugged, the surprise on his face disappeared for a moment, but he wisely said nothing, and said according to the planned words, "I just came to London and want to rent a room... "

"Lie." Sherlock retorted coldly without any fluctuation on his face.

The two brothers exchanged glances, and the younger brother made a gesture of helplessness. If you look closely, you can still find the glaring mockery in his eyes.The older brother paused, then turned around: "Uh, the truth is—"

"Lie." However, he only said a few words before being interrupted by Sherlock's cold voice.

The two brothers exchanged glances again, only to see the elder brother raised his eyebrows slightly, the younger brother moved his hand in his pocket, and his body involuntarily leaned forward. ——Obviously the speaker changed, and the curly-haired boy's eyes fell on his younger brother. "My name is Sam." The young one, that is, Sam chose the first sentence to introduce himself (the curly-haired boy has to praise, very wise move), and then he pointed to the older one beside him, " He is my brother Dean. We just moved here today and live in 221d. I heard from Mrs. Hudson that you and Dr. Watson live here, as neighbors, we should come over to say hello to you."

— not lying, but hiding the main purpose.

Sherlock quickly came to a conclusion in his heart with a deadpan face.

"Oh! You are the married couple that Mrs. Hudson has been talking about (Note 1)?" The next moment, the expression on the curly-haired boy's face changed rapidly (John has praised his superb acting skills more than once), mobilizing all muscles Stacked a "brilliant" smile, "well, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"..." Sam waved his hands hurriedly, vetoing again and again, "Seamus, Dean and I are brothers, but due to unavoidable circumstances, we are only temporarily living together now." Sam is not used to being like Dean, and he can easily meet a stranger Get warmed up quickly, and you can tell each other the "profession" they are engaged in very quickly, not to mention that the person in front of you is still a child, even if the boy's words and deeds do not conform to a child.

The pensive Sam naturally didn't see it, Dean looked at him, his eyes darkened slightly, and then quickly returned to normal, with a calm look like nothing had happened.

... Those two have a secret, a big secret.more than one.And the feelings hidden in the dark... Interesting.

Sherlock took all this into his eyes, and a faint light flashed through his gray-green pupils.He slowly pulled the pajamas that were a little wrinkled by himself, and emphasized: "There are two facts that I must remind you. First, I am Sherloes, and please correct Mrs. Hudson's understanding. If she mentions my past Fake name. Second, your IQ is worrying, especially you, Sam, and there is no doubt that you have EQ problems." When he said the last sentence, the curly-haired boy seemed to have forgotten that his EQ was the most important thing. The worrying one who needed to top up the most, "reminded" the two of them with an arrogant expression.

"Okay, Sherlock." A smile appeared on Sam's face, and he shrugged again, ignoring the mean words of the curly-haired boy, "Although I think my EQ is completely fine."

"You guys need to talk to me and John, to be precise, you need to talk to John. It's very important." Sherlock glanced at Dean, his eyes focused on the man's fingertips for a moment, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Sam's legs didn't show a trace—probably he didn't even notice it—turned away, he glanced at Dean, fell silent, seemed to be considering his words.

"Why...?" Dean asked the question in his heart.

"You want to ask, how would I know?" Sherlock clasped his hands together, his brows and eyes were all indifferent, with only a trace of pride—although he tried his best to conceal it—on his face.Of course he can be proud, just like the doctor can be proud that the inside of his tardis is always bigger than the outside.Immediately, a series of words rushed out like a flood that opened the gate, "Oh, look, look, human beings, even if they have a little bit or two of supernatural powers - don't ask me how I know this, sam, you think you are hiding it well, in fact, your fingers clearly show it. I must declare that I can't read minds, and I don't have any powers... time travel is not a power, at least not me Yes. Dean's cuffs, Sam's knees, and the interaction between the two of you, yes! And your eyes, the movement of your lips from time to time, the strength, angle, and those subtle changes, oh I love the details The details can always tell me anything! Not to mention the clothes you are wearing today, the obvious folds, you don’t usually dress like this, you should have found out something about me and John from Mrs. Hudson.” The curly-haired boy paused for a moment, then continued the conversation blankly, "Unfortunately, you missed a little bit. I haven't told Mrs. Hudson that I am Sherloes. The only consulting detective in the world."

Sam opened his mouth wide, and looked at the boy in front of him in disbelief. Dean's pupils were slightly condensed, maintaining his superficial composure. ——This picture is a bit ridiculous no matter how you look at it.Time seemed to freeze.

"Oh, don't praise me." Sherlock still had a stern face, and calmly threw a stone at the frozen picture, and the picture came alive again in an instant, and the static time began to flow, "John has exhausted all the praises Words." After the words fell, the curly-haired boy turned his face sideways, with a fake smile on his face.Perhaps because of his smile, Sherlock softened the straight lines on his face and the light in his eyes, and his voice unconsciously became less sharp: "Is it, John?"

At the door, leaning on a cane, the little man stared dumbfounded at the three people who were chatting happily in front of him!

No. 29221D's new neighbor ([-])

Outside the iron gate of 221b.

The two brothers looked at each other. Sam turned his head and took a deep look at the closed iron door. The curly-haired boy's smile flashed in his mind again: on the expressionless pale face, the corners of his lips suddenly rose slightly, a gray smile that seemed to be a smile but was not a smile. Green pupils and a smile hidden in the depths (don't ask him how he knows, he just feels it).

Dean glanced at Sam, his voice was slightly low, but not less pleasant: "Do you feel...?"

Sam smiled indifferently: "Yeah, I always feel that I've been seen through."

...by the boy who called himself sherloes.A sense of penetration that has never been seen before, even in the face of those evil spirits and ghosts.

Dean's expression also sank slightly, and the two of them coincidentally glanced at the closed iron door again, as if they could see through the cold door and guess how many secrets the boy had about them.Thoughts, easily brought back a few minutes ago...

In the living room of 221b, Sam, Dean and Sherlock are sitting opposite each other. John stood at the door in astonishment, looking at the weird scene in front of him.Soon, Sherlock's eyes crossed the air and fell directly on John. "John, this is our new neighbors: brother dean and brother sam." He pointed to dean and sam respectively, introduced to john, and then muttered to the two brothers, "this is my roommate and blogger , johnwatson. You should have done that. Of course."

"Sherlock." John finally came back to his senses, looked at the curly-haired boy who seemed like nothing had happened (oh, for God's sake, was there really a cold war between them? John couldn't help but wonder), With a low sigh of resignation, he whispered the boy's name, as if he wanted to put all the complicated emotions into this whisper: his ridiculous entanglement, his tossing and turning, and his obsession alone. John turned to the two brothers with a smile on his face, "John Watson, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Watson." Dean responded with a smile, his eyes gliding around the little man's crutches. Seeing this scene, John couldn't help but glanced at Sherlock, but unexpectedly, the latter also looked up at him, their eyes collided in the air, and then they separated suddenly.With a few rays of bright light, he saw the warm glow perched on the curly-haired boy's head, coughed in disguise, and John turned his head: "John, please."

"I know everyone I need to know." Sherlock sat on the sofa, his clasped hands changed to cross each other, and a pair of gray-green eyes stared straight at the scene where John and the two brothers were greeting each other.In my heart, I suddenly became impatient, and my cold words broke all the harmonious atmosphere, "I'm here."

I don't know if it's John's illusion. The sound that comes into my ears is not as clear and sharp as the pre-developed teenagers should have. Instead, it is low-pitched, steady, and very pleasant, like old wine that has been brewed for a long time. Fascinated Shen. "Sher..." John's habit of scolding the short-haired boy stuck in his throat.The little man turned his head suddenly, with a little disbelief (or a touch of joy?) in his eyes that he didn't even notice. The light and shadow were like a good paintbrush, gently outlining the outline of the curly-haired boy. There was a vague feeling of being tall and thin, as if the boy's figure had been elongated.

...sherlock.

"I'm going to pour tea." John lowered his head, hastily and subconsciously—even though he knew those eyes would see through everything—covered the rippling emotions in his eyes, and when he raised his head again, he didn't dare to meet his good roommate's eyes , he smiled and asked the guest's opinion, "Uh, is tea okay?"

Before the two brothers expressed their attitude, the curly-haired boy's voice sounded abruptly: "Black coffee..."

"Two candies." John sighed, interrupting the interjection, "Sherlock, I remember your preference. For God's sake..." His voice fell two beats, and he muttered, "Never Forgot."

"Uh, thanks."

Dean was slow-witted and thanked with a smile. John smiled at him and limped into the kitchen.The curly-haired boy's eyes fell on the metal crutch, and his eyes flickered slightly.His eyes fell on the two people opposite him again, his chin slightly raised, and his momentum was all over the place for a moment.

"We just moved here. I heard that London is not peaceful recently? It seems that there have been a lot of disappearances..." Sam thought about his words and spoke first.

"The parents at home are very worried, afraid that we will be involved in this kind of case. You know, parents." Dean shrugged, and continued to add, "We have important things to do in London, and there is no way we can go back now So, in order to reassure them, our two brothers decided to inquire about the situation first. Mrshudson said that John might know, she saw Inspector Lestrade running here several times a while ago."

"Well, if it's convenient, the more detailed the better." Sam then said.

--lie.No, to be precise, not telling the whole truth, but what does it matter?For the two brothers, Sherlock's eyes froze on Sam and Dean's ten fingers for a while, and then glanced at the lower part of their clothes and trouser legs, their eyebrows were slightly raised, and their gray-green eyes sparkled a little, not just "" Interested" Well, interesting.

"The first eight murderers are dead, there should be reports in the newspapers. An ogre with a moral bottom line. Oh I forgot to mention, the murderer is also a 'genius'. Except for the eighth girl, the other bodies are gone Saved. No doubt eaten, or stored in some spare grain cellar."

Sherlock, Sherloes who was diagnosed as "anti-social and anti-human" by countless people, told the case with two complete strangers with a deadpan face. ——This made John, who came out of the kitchen with tea, his eyes widen in astonishment, and he looked up and down the curly-haired boy with a strange face. If he wasn't sure that the other party's tone was still so arrogant and impatient, he would even think that he came from some parallel dimension (Thanks to the doctor, now John is very clear that there are many aliens outside the earth, even parallel spaces).

"The first eight incidents?" Dean couldn't help asking, "Is there a ninth incident?"

"Tsk, I'm finally not so stupid that I can't be saved." Sherlock glanced at the mug in John's hand, and with just one glance, he jumped up like a Persian cat with fried hair, "John, that's my spare mug !"

"Sherlock, thanks to your experiment, there are no other cups at home." John handed the tea cup to the two brothers without looking back, "If you want to contribute the cup you are using now, well, I have no objections. "

The curly-haired boy snorted coldly, turned his head angrily and remained silent.

"Sorry, I made you laugh, Sherlock has always been like this. But, for God's sake, he's just not good at interpersonal communication." John smiled, seeing that his good roommate obviously had no interest in continuing this torture The conversation was interrupted, so I had to take the initiative to provoke the topic, "The ninth case is said to be a copycat case, and the murderer has not been hunted down yet."

Sam asked back in surprise: "No clue?"

"No, I only know that the murderer is a lunatic with a high IQ."

Sherlock squinted at John: he is honest and answers all questions!Don't even think about what sinister purpose those two people have!

"This is really a headache case." Dean sighed, and asked tentatively, "First the ogre, and then the imitator with a high IQ, besides these, is there anything particularly strange about it? ?”

"A particularly strange place?" Sherlock squinted his eyes, and there seemed to be a sharp light flashing in his pupils, "What?"—Aliens?still……?

"Ghosts, legends, etc. No matter how you look at it, this serial murder case is not simple." Dean looked relaxed, as if he was making a joke, making it difficult to distinguish the truth from the truth, "Maybe it's ghosts."

"How could there be ghosts in this world." John was taken aback for a moment, then smiled easily, subconsciously retorted, and at the same time secretly slandered: If you say aliens, I still believe a little bit. ——Facts have proved that the only one who can't tell the difference is John. The curly-haired boy snorted lightly, his gray-green eyes became sharper, and the eyes staring at the two brothers were even more scorching like a sharp sword out of its sheath!

Sam was a little embarrassed: "Yeah..."

……

Thoughts are just a passing thing. Sam was the first to break free from the memory, and first glanced around: the sky was getting darker, the street lights were already on, and the faint street lamps were half-bright, emitting a kind of Rotten breath.Looking at the living room on the second floor of 221b with the curtains drawn tightly, his face was stained with suspicion, and he asked in a deep voice, "Dean, are you sure this is here?"

Dean took out the electromagnetic radiator from his pocket and opened the antenna, only to see the red light on the round metal appliance flashing non-stop in the dim light. "Om—" The clear and sharp voice cut through the cold air in an instant, clearly——

"This is where everything happens."