Boyfriend Development Program

new case. —sh

If it is convenient, speed back to 221b. —sh

Sherlock sat on the sofa with his hands folded, his gray-green eyes fixed on the alarm clock he had taken out of John's room and was now being placed on the coffee table, counting down silently in his heart——

3, 2, 1...

time up!

He raised his eyes and glanced at the door, it was empty, and he could easily draw the conclusion that no one showed up even without his deductive talent.

Snorting angrily, Sherlock picked up the phone and deleted the text message halfway through the text message interface one by one. Suddenly, the "pen of magic" sensed something was wrong and didn't write down the text message: If it is inconvenient, please hurry up.

The force was so great, it was like a child venting his anger for no reason.

Just a few words were quickly deleted. Sherlock glanced at the door again, pursed his lips, put on his suit jacket without saying a word, put his mobile phone in his pocket, and moved slowly one by one—compared to the speed that was noticeably slower than before—but moved again. Buttons smoothly.

Still no one.

——ok, start to become as stupid as mortals!

Sherlock twitched the corners of his lips, forcefully deleting the many emotions that came to mind during those wasted minutes - mortal emotions, of course.He turned around elegantly, grabbed the dark blue scarf that was draped on the sofa, and rushed to the door quickly. Just as he was about to go downstairs, the figure caught in the corner of his eyes made him stop abruptly.He leaned against the edge of the wooden door, with his usual elegant and low pronunciation, and looked at the person with calm eyes: "Oh John, good time! If you come a few seconds late, I will set off alone."

Only Sherlock knew, his voice rose slightly more than usual. ——Of course, with John's IQ, he must not be aware of this slight increase.In this regard, the great consulting detective is confident.

"Oh, for God's sake, I tried my best to come here." Standing on the stairs, John looked up at the detective leaning against the door, panting.I don't know if it was his delusion, or the medicine given by the doctor really worked. From this point of view, Sherlock's figure is more upright and handsome than yesterday, and even his voice is a little darker and more sexy than before. memory overlap.

Whether this is a good sign, John doesn't know.

"Monmouth Coffee is only a 10-minute taxi ride away from here." Sherlock took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen and placed it vertically in front of the little man, his tone was so calm that it was more like narrating, "It took you 13 minutes 47 seconds. During this period of time, there was no traffic jam. The weather was fine, which ruled out the possibility of the taxi slowing down for no reason. There was no goodbye kiss, no palm prints or other things, which proved that you and Mary were parting ways. So, what did you do in these 3 minutes and 47 seconds? ?No doubt: John, you hesitated."

"Oh, bloody clever!" John grumbled, he was used to his good roommate's utterly astounding interpretation. ——If one day his good roommate can accurately tell how many dreams he had and what he dreamed of this night just by looking at him, he doesn't think he will be surprised, "Damn you again Where does it come from that I'm at monmouthcoffee?"

"Inspector Lestrade told me." Sherlock glanced at him and replied flatly, but managed to surprise the little man for a while. John came back to his senses, and subconsciously squeezed out a smile: "Inspector Lestrade? Isn't it your interpretation? Uh, I mean, how did Inspector Lestrade know that I was in Monmouth Coffee?"

"Passing by. Maybe." Sherlock walked downstairs quickly, walking past John without looking away, "Follow up. Because of you, we lost another 2 minutes and 19 seconds."

John tilted his head, decided not to argue with a tsundere child who suddenly became extremely strict with the timing, and strode to follow.

……

East London.

A seedy hotbed of urban crime and poverty known as the Red Light District.

Sherlock and John arrived here quickly.

…willgraham, danielpierce, katemoretti, several important members of Scotland Yard, very well, everyone who should come has come, a big case that is definitely worth pursuing.And, oddly enough, jabsp;harkness?

Sherlock frowned slightly, bent over into the yellow bandage, and strode forward, followed by John.Soon, their arrival attracted everyone's attention. Given Sherlock's indifferent and normal appearance, John greeted these high-IQ—maybe anti-social—geniuses with an appropriate smile on his face , everyone came back one by one.Only Jack pinpointed Sherlock with lightning speed, and wanted to give the arrogant detective a hug. Of course, the idea was very full, but the reality was very skinny. The detective who had already sensed his intentions snorted coldly, and stretched out his hand nimbly to the side. With a flash, the attack was avoided.

Seeing this scene, the smile on John's face deepened involuntarily.

"Sure enough, people won't be cute when they grow up!" Jack complained to Sherlock with a bitter face, "Give me back my curly hair!"

"First, I'm not called curly hair. Second, I'm a high-powered anti-social, so I don't like this." Sherlock glanced at him, and the speed of his speech accelerated, "Third, what did the doctor teach you? "

"Doctor?" Jack quickly put away the bitter expression on his face, and changed into a eager smile full of enthusiasm. The speed of this face change made the little man who was closely watching the progress here dumbfounded, "No, no, Sherlock, it's you."

"Oh! Damn sherlock! I knew it!" The curly-haired boy (uh, with his current height, it seems more appropriate to be called "youth"?) scratched his curly hair irritably, the calmness on his face was instantly broken, and he succeeded It gradually transformed from "Dan Ding" to "Dan Pain", and finally evolved into Roaring Emperor.

"Uh, I'm sorry." John held back for a long time, and he couldn't help but still laughed.Coughing lightly to cover up, the little man touched his nose, his eyes wandered, hesitated for a while, and finally fell on his good roommate who couldn't be calm, "Are you scolding yourself? Although I agree with you very much .”

John · sherlock stabilizer · watson's words made sherlock · irritable to the verge of explosion. Mr. holmes instantly recovered into a high IQ anti-social consulting detective.The latter glanced at the former lightly, his gray-green eyes were calm, but his tone was full of accusations: "John, I thought you should be on my side!"

"Oh, for God's sake, I am indeed on your side." John licked his lips, and his smile deepened, "Always."

Sherlock snorted coldly, pouted and turned his head away.

"God, I said that's not how you show your sweetness." Jack couldn't bear to look directly at him, and even exaggeratedly covered his face, "How can I, a loner, live like this!"

"Playboy. Men and women are not taboo." Sherlock glanced at Jack, "Spend a week with male subordinates. One, two, three, at least three women... Save the last sentence, maybe it's a man."

Jack shrugged, saying it didn't matter.

"It takes time to flirt!" Anderson's usual death tone sounded bleakly, "Some people—"

"Is this a corpse?"

Sherlock selectively ignored the gust of wind at his side, took a few steps forward, and his eyes fell directly on the center: a disembowelled female corpse.The victim's eyes were wide open, and he was lying on the dirty road. His intestines and other organs were scattered on one side in a mess. The blood stained a large area of ​​the ground, and the whole scene was extremely bloody.

"Maryannnichols, 43 years old." The person in charge of introducing the case is always the amiable, respectable and hard-working Inspector Lestrade, "A prostitute working in the nearby red light district died in the same manner as another prostitute seven days ago (Note 7) 'Female marthatabram similar, suspected of serial murders.'

Sherlock put on white rubber gloves with ease, took out a magnifying glass, squatted down and looked carefully: "Any special ones?"

"Before the incident, we received a letter written in red ink with fingerprints on it. The murderer claimed to be Jack the Ripper." Said, Lestrade took out the letter and handed it to Sherlock, "He claimed that he would continue to Kill more whores."

Sherlock took the letter, examined it carefully for a while with a magnifying glass under the light, and continued to deduce while examining it: "Male, left-handed, with a fixed job, but with a very low sense of social presence... There is hardly much information."

"Not much information?" Hearing this sentence, John once again expressed his surprise, "God, you got so much information just by looking at the letter paper, how can you call it no information?"

"Thanks, but John, these are obvious. Now I need your medical insight."

Sherlock calmly—although the corners of his slightly raised mouth revealed his complacent mood—thanks in gratitude, staring at his good doctor with almost transparent eyes, and the meaning in his words is clear. John did so without hesitation.He got down on his stomach, looked at the corpse, smelled it again, took his body temperature, and checked carefully for a long time before getting up.

"Any conclusions?"

"The face of the corpse was beaten into bruises, some of the front teeth fell off, and the neck was cut twice. The murderer was a very cruel person. But the most cruel thing was that the abdomen was cut open, the intestines were dragged out, and the vulva was also knifed Severe stabbing. Judging from the technique, it should be a person with a strong knowledge of anatomy, who is familiar with using a knife. There is no trace of rape, but the victims are all prostitutes. Well, the murderer treats prostitutes With hatred?" John hesitantly narrated.

"He's a sexually dysfunctional person." Will answered abruptly, his face turned on "empathy" was crazy and distorted, and he looked very strange in the cold night, "As for why they are all ugly and old prostitutes, It's about his mother."

Hearing this, everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then their eyes focused on Will.

Jack's eyes shrank, and he looked at Will as if he saw something incredible.

Not far away, no one knew, the red light of the electromagnetic radiator was blinking non-stop, and the hoarse hissing sound pierced the silence.