Boyfriend Development Program

Seven days later, at 5am, 47-year-old prostitute Annie Chapman died near a house in East London.There were obvious strangulation marks on the neck of the corpse, the throat was cut open, and the abdomen was also brutally dismantled. The intestines and other organs were exposed to the air. Some organs, including the uterus and abdominal meat, were missing, suspected to have been taken away by the murderer.

Six days after the Annie Chapman case, 44-year-old prostitute Elizabeth Stride also died near a house in the East End of London.The corpse also had its throat cut, but it was not laparotomed. The cause of death was excessive blood loss from the left carotid artery. ——A case with a different approach, Scotland Yard suspected that it was not the masterpiece of Jack the Ripper, and stated this at the press conference.And just after the press conference, the police received a letter in red ink, with the same note, the same method, the same signature, and even the same paper, which slapped Scotland Yard brightly and resoundingly.

Five days after the elizabeth stride case, the body of 46-year-old prostitute catherine eddowes was found dead again in east london.The cause of death of the corpse is Jack the Ripper's usual method: the throat was also cut open, the intestines were exposed to the air, and some organs (uterus and kidneys) in the body disappeared.

The time for the murderer to commit the crime is getting shorter and shorter, and the frequency decreases with each day.

There is no doubt that the next crime will be just four days after the catherine eddowes case.In other words, they still have three days.

But Scotland Yard, including Sherlock and several other master crackers, found nothing.

Sherlock lay on the sofa, eyes closed.

He clasped his hands together, his slender fingers resting on his chin, and the faint light and shadow hit his face, making half of his pale face hidden in the darkness, and half revealed in the light.

—he was thinking.obviously.

The brain was running fast, and messy clues were flying all over the sky in Sherlock's thought palace.

A great consulting detective is like an outstanding magician. With fingers up and down, all the clues related to the case are clearly arranged one by one.

1. The murderer has considerable knowledge of anatomy, and is good at using knives, and his knife skills are crisp and neat. (most likely a surgeon or anatomist)

2. The murderer is male, left-handed, bloodthirsty, and sexually dysfunctional.

3. The murderer has a low sense of social presence, has a fixed job, is good at hiding, lives alone, has good physical strength, and is good at committing crimes at night.

4. The murderer likes to torture the victim before committing the crime, and after death, he will open the intestines and remove the organs, which belongs to the type of ambusher (Note 1) murderer.

……

Footsteps sounded from far to near, gradually approaching, until they stopped.

Sherlock opened his eyes, kept his palms folded and turned his face slightly sideways, his gray-green pupils were precisely glued to John's body.

"Are you thinking?"

John glanced at his good roommate who was quite dead, pursed his lips, and spoke calmly.

"Obviously." Almost at the same time, Sherlock muttered the word from the back of his throat, and turned his head expressionlessly.

"A case?" John persisted.

And his dear good roommate just stared at the ceiling blankly, without any intention of answering.

5. The murderer will commit crimes again, mainly in the biggest bar in the East District.

6. It's a game, most likely cannibalism. — Not just to vent.

"Well, pretend I didn't ask." John licked his lips and muttered, "Case, of course it's a case, what else do you think about besides a case. Hmph, for God's sake, the great consulting detective has long been with Work married."

7. The only feasible way is the one proposed by jack.

……

"john."

Sherlock seemed to be unable to bear the nagging of the little man, and finally condescended to get up from the sofa, stood up neatly, and the dark blue silk pajamas slid in the air in an elegant and neat arc, and finally changed steadily to "Standing Corpse" For "sit upright".He looked at John, his high cheekbones were flushed with excitement, his gray-green eyes were glowing with excitement, and he looked at his good doctor like this, dancing with his hands: "What a beautiful case! Serial murder, The extension of the ogre! John, the real confrontation time has come!"

Seeing Sherlock so excited, the little man tilted his head, and a smile could not help but appear on his face.What he didn't know was that every time he did this action, his black eyes were rippling with a gentle luster like the surface of a calm lake, shimmering and charming.

Sherlock, who bumped straight into the soft black waves, was stunned, as if it was contagious, his gray-green eyes gradually glowed with such a luster, and even a trace of inexplicable atmosphere was faintly rippling in the air.

Time seemed to freeze, standing still at the moment when the two looked at each other.

"Hey, what are your plans?"

John struggled out of the stare, touched his nose and coughed, walked back to his usual sofa and sat down.

Sherlock's eyes were still glued to the little man, moving with John's walking, murmuring vaguely: "Lead the snake out of its hole."

"Huh? You mean, deliberately find a prostitute to trick the murderer out?"

John quickly understood.

Hearing his guess, thankfully, Sherlock also retracted that stare that was too hot and made him quite uncomfortable.

"Yes." He heard his good roommate reply.

John paused, a short smile appeared on his face: "well, very good."

Involuntarily, the little man's eyes slipped around Sherlock's body again, and the sight was quickly intercepted by the latter, and then he watched his good roommate put a bright smile on his face with a certain smug attitude. fake smile.

The next moment, **'s text message rang.

— Oh Jesus!If he remembered correctly, it was exactly the same ringtone as the woman had set for Sherlock back then!

Could it be...the woman didn't die back then?Are you back looking for Sherlock again?If it's that woman...

John's face froze, his body involuntarily leaned forward, and asked in a tentative tone: "the woman?" The little man didn't know how much of Sherlock's memory had recovered, and just as he finished speaking, he added: " Uh, I mean ireneadler."

redlion bar. —sh

"John, 'thewoman' is dead." Sherlock fiddled with the phone without looking up, wondering if it was John's illusion, and the tone of consulting the detective suddenly became cold, "And, Mycroft asked you to take her belongings For me, forgot? When did your memory degenerate to such an extent?"

"Oh my God, Sherlock, have you recovered your memory?" John felt his hands tremble for a moment!

no doubt. —sh

Consulting detectives don't need reminders from others. —sh

Even if the other person is yourself. —sh

While replying to the text message, Sherlock casually replied: "Mostly."

Looking at his fingers dancing like elves, John only felt his heart being tightened, tightened, tightened again.He lowered his head, looking at the dust falling on his old gray jumper, and said in a steady voice—for God's sake, at least he tried to keep it steady: "Why...why didn't you tell me?"

...John is sad?

Hearing the trembling in the little man's words, the consulting detective raised his head suddenly as if he had been electrocuted, his gray-green eyes firmly grasped John!

There was an awkward silence in the room.

The text message rang again suddenly, and the voice of ** made John involuntarily raise his head and glance in Sherlock's direction.

I repeat: John is important. —sh

It's more important than you think. —sh

You will regret this. —sh

Clutching the phone tightly, the words in the text message - obviously so cold - burned Sherlock's eyes.This strange feeling made him shrink back and panic for a moment.

"John..." He pursed his lips, stared at the slightly gray face of the little man, and began to explain with some anxiety——he had to admit that those text messages had an inexplicable force driving him to explain, "SMS ringtone , if my deduction is correct, it was set by Jack. The memory, um, only recovered half of it. I want to tell you when everything is recovered, so...I don't know you...sorry."

After a pause, Sherlock added hesitantly: "(I really do care about you, as you know)"

Sherlock's words were a little incoherent, he was doing an extremely strange job.

Looking at the clumsy roommate, John pursed his lips: "Yes, God, I know. Sherlock, it's okay, as long as you..."

——As long as you are willing to continue to care about me.

The second half of his sentence was contained in his mouth and did not continue completely.

"The memory will be restored soon." A sense of relief swept through his body, and Sherlock was a little confused by this emotion, "According to my statistics, it will be about 3 to 4 days later. In the past few days, the height has also gradually recovered. "

John licked his lips and continued with a smile: "The doctor's medicine really works."

Sherlock didn't answer, but only mobilized his facial muscles to show a smile, and quietly looked at John, who was in a better mood, his gray-green eyes became a little transparent under the halo of light.

The little man returned him a reassuring smile.

The sunlight fell on the two of them, outlining a beautiful golden arc, and even the dust floating in the air was rendered into a beautiful pale gold.

Warm and harmonious.Beautiful and timeless.

Just like everything before is just an illusion.