Boyfriend Development Program

the next day.

For a weekend, 221b was eerily quiet!

Early in the morning, thanks to this eerie tranquility, John was woken up by the sound of traffic outside the window, and then he was terrified: According to Sherlock·Mr. Science!

A carp stood up, and John, wearing slippers, groaned anxiously, yawned and walked downstairs, heading straight to the living room on the second floor.

The atmosphere in the living room was tense.

The great consulting detective stared at the other side with a disgusted face, his facial lines were tense, like a small animal with pubic hair and barbs all over its body that had been violated in its territory.

Facts have proved that unless there are natural enemies nearby, Mr. Zombie will never stop walking farther and farther on the road to death.

Today's silence should be attributed to a certain smiling British government sitting on the sofa.

The room was silent.

John tilted his head, thought for a while and decided that this confrontation should be broken: "Good morning, both of you."

Immediately, he calmly walked through the side passage and entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, Dr. Watson."

There is no doubt that it will never be his good roommate who will greet him nicely.

"The reason for coming." Sherlock didn't look sideways, but the uplifting tone revealed how close he was to being insane.He warned his older sibling across the way, "Don't make me repeat it a third time, you know my patience, mycroft."

"Sherlock, I'm just here to express a brother's concern for his younger brother."

The British government did not frown or change its expression, and even the curvature of its smile was carved out of the same mold.

In a word, this man whose hairline is obviously inversely proportional to his age can blow up those Oscar movie stars with his current acting skills alone.

—So, Holmes!

"Come on, put away your tricks." Sherlock didn't have the consciousness to pass the time by chatting with his brother and natural enemy at all, "You care about me when you have time, why don't you care about your hairline and weight."

"Oh, this, your sister-in-law has to worry about it."

"Sister-in-law?" Sherlock clicked his tongue, and the disgust in his tone increased a bit, "You called Inspector Lestrade so affectionately outside, do mother and sister-in-law know?"

He added the accent on "sister-in-law", and the meaning of mockery is self-evident.

"Then you, an anti-human doctor who cares so much about you outside, does Mommy know?"

Not to be outdone, mycroft twirled the little black umbrella in his hand and asked back with a smile.

A certain British government also added an emphasis on "care and attention", and it is self-evident how many meanings there are.

— Oh Jesus!

John really wants to ask a question: you are so close (you) (zhi) (ke) (ke) love (xiao) outside, does your mother know?

and many more.

Does he seem to have missed something crucial?

"My God, sherlock, did you mean Detective Lestrade?" John turned his head in disbelief, and asked in a hellish manner of "did I hear it wrong?", "...sister-in-law?! Your 'sister-in-law' 'Is it the 'sister-in-law' in the normal population?!"

Sherlock gave him a look like a fool.

John suddenly felt that he felt the hostility from the whole universe.

——Is this world too crazy, or is he unable to keep up with the changes of the times?

John paused, and walked quickly into the kitchen.He decided it would be better to pour himself a cup of tea.

Behind her, Sherlock's voice came directly: "Don't forget my coffee."

"Yesterday's case." On this side, Mycroft showed a smile that "everyone understands", and finally opened his mouth, "What's so special about it?"

"Lestrade didn't report to you?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows, "Or is the British government too bored to care about small serial murders?"

Mycroft showed a charming smile, poked the small black umbrella on the carpet and circled around the origin a few times: "I heard that Mr. Graham spoke amazingly?" His dark brown eyes were fixed on his good brother, as if I want to find something different from the other person's face.

"I have to admit that sometimes 'empathy' works better than deduction."

Sherlock crossed his legs, put his hands on the sofa, and looked nonchalant.The curtains in the living room were wide open, and the rainy day finally cleared up a little. A few rays of light fell in from the window lattice, and outlined a bright spot on the gorgeous carpet.The gray-green pupils seemed to be stained with a few gleams of light, and then narrowed slightly, the occasional flashes of light were a little frighteningly bright.

Will's state is not right, and with the detective's deductive ability, he came to this conclusion last night almost effortlessly.After sweeping his gaze around, especially the way he and Jack looked at each other, it became clearer in his heart: it's not wrong, it's very wrong.

What can attract Jack's attention... Obviously, aliens or people with alien contamination.

Mycroft noticed that Sherlock's hands gripped the sofa slightly harder, his fingertips were obviously white, and the smile on his mouth became more obvious.He changed the subject: "I heard that you have new neighbors, the brothers from 221d?"

Sherlock snorted coldly as an answer.

"How about it?"

"I suspect it's a psychic." Sherlock looked calm. "No, to be more precise, it's a type of person who often sees ghosts. They say it's a family business... mainly to expel ghosts? Well, keep this possibility."

Mycroft's smile deepened a bit: "It seems that your deductive method has improved again."

"Thank you for the compliment." Sherlock forced a smirk.

John, who came out with two cups of coffee, saw such a harmonious scene of "brothers and brothers respecting each other".His eyes twitched, and the little man put the coffee on the coffee table without changing his expression, then picked up the tea he had prepared for himself, and sat on the sofa.

"Their identities are not simple. You must remain vigilant, Sherlock." The British government's face was extremely solemn, and the little black umbrella in his hand turned around again, "And it has been investigating you recently."

"Investigate us? Have you found a reason?" Sherlock's pupils constricted for a while, and the transparency seemed to be smeared with large swathes of obscurity, becoming thick and dark green. Mycroft shrugged: "I don't know for now. But it must have something to do with their family business. And last night, they also appeared in the East End of London."

John belatedly interrupted the conversation between the two: "Wait, are you talking about Sam and Dean?"

"Yes, Dr. Watson."

The little man had to say that this smug smile of a certain British government - which was so amiable on the surface - annoyed him immensely.

"Put away the ridiculous questions that are going around in your ridiculous little head." Sherlock took a sip of coffee and added expressionlessly, "They are not as harmless as you imagined. The location of the calluses on the hands, made subconsciously The movement, and the things next door—can be seen occasionally through the curtains, John, when will you learn to observe?"

John: "..."

The little man said that he lived in the cynicism of his roommate every day.

The conversation between the Holmes brothers continued.

Mycroft changed the subject: "Is there any news from the doctor recently?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "No,—I don't think your intelligence network will fail to detect this. He came to you too?"

"...and your future self." Mycroft seemed to think of something funny, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.This subtle movement was caught by Sherlock's sharp eyes, and his mouth was merciless: "Laugh if you want to, and be careful not to hold back so that your body develops horizontally."

mycroft: "Thank you for your concern."

Sherlock: "You're welcome."

John: "..."

The hell "Brothers and Brothers Gong" is here again!He rubbed his forehead with a headache, and decided to concentrate on tasting his morning tea.

"All in all, it's eventful times in London, watch yourselves."

Mycroft stood up and concluded, the little black umbrella drew a beautiful arc in the air.

"I should go." The British government said goodbye to them politely, "Dr. Watson, goodbye."

"Uh, goodbye." This kind of polite answer definitely only came from "Good Mr." John.

Our amiable and respectable consulting detective just condescended to look up at a certain fat man who seemed to be putting on a catwalk show, and replied with a blank face: "It's okay to leave."

Halfway through, mycroft suddenly seemed to remember something, turned around and said with a smile, with a warning tone in his tone: "Oh, by the way, I remember your game progress."

Sherlock snorted coldly, and continued to look expressionless: "Don't worry about it!"

Having said that, mycroft still noticed that when he mentioned the "game progress", a sharp light suddenly flashed in his younger brother's gray-green eyes, like a sharp long sword drawn from its sheath, so sharp It will cut through the entire haze!

With a slight smile, he gracefully walked away with a small black umbrella.