Boyfriend Development Program

At 5:221, John got off work on time and returned to [-]b.

The living room was empty, and Sherlock wasn't guarding his beloved instruments or lying on the sofa in contemplation.

——well, damn act alone again!

— for God's sake, this is the third time!

With a stiff face, John walked to the sofa and sat down heavily. It is not difficult to see that he is quite resentful about this.

The first night out was the day after the catherine eddowes case.

The second night out was the third day after the catherine eddowes case.

The third night out (well, although it has yet to be proven, it can basically be counted as a certainty) was four days after the catherine eddowes case-that is, today, and it is also very likely that Jack the Ripper committed another crime day.

At the same time, John also knows where his good roommate is now, the Redlion bar, pretending to be a prostitute, playing tricks in front of the prostitutes, and taking the opportunity to search for Jack the Ripper. — Sherlock told John that after coming home late for the first time.Originally, no increase or decrease.

... Oh Jesus, with Sherlock's acting skills, he can definitely make those prostitutes laugh and get any information he wants!The little man can't imagine what kind of expression will appear on the face of his good roommate who has married a working wife at this moment, is it a sweet smirk?Did he put those slender, white hands on those women's laps?Are those gray-green eyes so affectionate that all the women who stare at him will fall for him?

"No, not just women..."

John heard a voice suppressed in the bottom of his throat.

Pulling the pullover on his body, the little man felt that he was a little out of breath.After a pause, he got up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Clap."

The door of the bathroom opened, and a tall and thin man came into view.The man was wearing casual clothes, a brown leather jacket and black pants, which made his figure extremely slender. He was lowering his head and trying to smooth his hair with the hairspray on his hand, but there was no response when he heard the door open. He kept his head down and was doing something.

John froze for a few seconds, blinked his eyes, and closed the door with a "bang".

and many more.

Something seems wrong.

John opened the door of the bathroom again, hesitating for a moment before saying: "Sorry, I think this is my home. So, um..." The man who looked down and fiddled with his hair raised his head, and his pale skin was clearly reflected in the mirror , high cheekbones, and those eyes that were dyed a strange yellow-green under the dim light in the bathroom. "...sherlock?! For God's sake, how could it be you?" The little man's voice suddenly rose several decibels in surprise, "I mean, how can you dress like this? I didn't even recognize you in the first place!"

"Necessary for work. Obviously." Sherlock explained blankly, leaning closer to the mirror, and fiddled with his hair again in front of the mirror.It's just that the natural curly hair obviously inherited the owner's stubborn character, and it didn't take long for the great consulting detective to give up this meaningless move. He saw the little man hesitating at the door of the bathroom from the mirror, his eyes lit up, "john ,come over."

"Is there something wrong?" John quickly came to Sherlock's side.

"Help me fix my hair with hairspray." Sherlock's tone was full of irritability, and he directly threw the problem to his good doctor Ren (ren) labor (qi) Ren (shu) resentment (xing). It's been more than an hour, crazy! How can there be such a terrible thing as hair gel in this world!"

"Pfft...cough." John managed to hold back his smile and coughed.He took the hairspray from the consulting detective's hand, and patted someone's shoulder reassuringly, "It's okay, I'll help you, this...well, it's not a big deal." He lowered his brows and eyes slightly, taking advantage of the situation to hide all the emotions in his eyes , trying to stop the interpretation of the person in front of you: this is his good roommate, the great consulting detective Sherlock, who can talk about your life situation and what you had for dinner with just one glance, but mess up life and even Can't handle a tiny bottle of hairspray.

Sherlock glanced at John lightly, pouted his lips, and said in a sullen tone, "Laugh if you want, although I don't know what's so funny about hairspray."

The little man didn't say anything, just squeezed some hairspray on his left hand.He patted the man in front of him with his right hand, indicating that the man was about the same height as him, and his voice was gentle and gentle: "Lower your head."

John had to sigh, the doctor's medicine worked really well.In just over a month, I saw a boy who was only on his shoulders rise up to a man who needed him to look up,——his sherloes.

Sherlock looked at John in surprise, as if he had seen through the latter's psychological activities, but still didn't say a word, just pursed his lips, obediently lowered his head and let the other party toss.

Apply the hairspray on the palm of your left hand, and turn it around in a circle until it is fully kneaded.

Slightly touch the right hand, pick up a pinch of curly hair and gently spread it from bottom to top, press, pick, pinch, and the pinch is successfully completed.

Dip some more for another lock of curls.Repeated over and over again, the movements are skillful and fast.

……

On a rare occasion, Sherlock was distracted.To be precise, he stared at John in a daze.

With his head lowered, his eyes landed on John's neck accurately: the skin was not particularly fair, but it was unexpectedly cute, and the charming lines were revealed by raising his head——he was a little confused why he came to such a conclusion a conclusion.As the Adam's apple slides up and down, there are beautiful arcs...

Coupled with the gentle touch from the end of the hair, Sherlock's throat suddenly tightened, and a strange, strange dryness gripped his chest.Longing, longing for more... His eyes were dark and dark, staring absently at the exposed skin, as if he had been cursed by an evil witch.

On this side, John's movements suddenly stopped.

The man's warm, slightly hasty breath (although John suspects that this is just his own illusion) spewed out on his jaw and neck, penetrated into the body from the surface of the skin, invaded the depths of the bone marrow, occupied every cell, and then penetrated from the deeper Instead, it rose up, trembling and rushing to the limbs and bones, feeling numb.It seems that during this unconscious breathing, even the hands and feet become weak and weak. John shuddered, and barely stabilized his figure, but the hand that stopped at the end of the curly-haired man's hair was no longer able to move a little bit——maintaining his face as calm as usual obviously exhausted all his energy.

In the cramped bathroom, even the air became thinner and more ambiguous.

"john?"

Sherlock was the first to come back to his senses, feeling John's hand frozen in mid-air, he couldn't help asking in doubt.Probably because of that vague thought, his voice was a little lower than usual, even a little hoarse, floating in the air gently, and soon reached the little man's ears side.As if waking up from a dream, John trembled and coughed unnaturally.In the next moment, all the strength seemed to return, and the movement of applying hairspray on his hands accelerated, and he said a few perfunctory words in embarrassment: "Uh, it will be fine soon. Soon."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the flustered expression on John's face, Sherlock pursed his lips, his expression was unpredictable, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

For a while, the room was silent.

After thinking about it for a while, John finally stopped what he was doing and said with a smile, "Okay."

Sherlock turned around quickly, looked at the mirror for a while, and nodded with satisfaction, which was an affirmation of John's work for so long.

"Uh, so I'm out?"

Looking at the frowning consulting detective who seemed to be still adjusting his clothes, John looked away unnaturally.

"Change clothes. Let's go in 10 minutes." Sherlock buttoned up his leather jacket and stacked a fake smile on his face in the mirror. His high cheekbones became more abrupt under the pouring light, but it was strange... Looks good——john felt that he was really crazy, and he watched his aesthetics go farther and farther on the road of debauchery.He didn't hear the answer, the curly-haired man turned his head to look at the person beside him strangely, stared back at the mirror expressionlessly, and after two or three seconds, turned his head to look at John again, frowned and asked back, but the voice was There was a slight hesitation, "Is it enough? 10 minutes?"

"Changing clothes?" John licked his lips, "I'm going too today?"

"Yes." Sherlock grunted, and walked out of the bathroom expressionlessly, "Work on the case together. I promised you."

——Who can tell him when his dear good roommate started not to be against humanity and learned to keep his promise?

I glanced out of the window reflexively. There was no red rain or the sun setting from the east.

"Put away the ridiculous thoughts in your ridiculous little head!" The next moment, a harsh and stern voice sounded, no doubt from the consulting detective sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, "John, I think I need to remind You: 10 minutes!"

The little man showed a short smile, and quickly rushed up to the third floor to change into the most "nightclub-style" clothes, cleaned himself up in the bathroom, and successfully completed the curly-haired man at 9 minutes and 47 seconds. requirements. —Of course, this is just his wishful thinking. Sherlock frowned and looked at him for a long while, finally seeing that it was too late, he reluctantly nodded.

The next second, the text message rang suddenly.

The suspicious person from the previous days reappeared. ——jh

"Suspicious object appears again! Oh, love the night and the bar!" The next moment, the consulting detective jumped up, his pale cheeks flushed with excitement, "Another beautiful day! John, what are you waiting for, hurry up Follow up!"

The little man smiled and followed without hesitation!