Boyfriend Development Program

John didn't take a taxi and walked home.

This day was another day when he went to see a psychiatrist regularly, and handed in the records that Hannibal asked him to make regularly.

——The hallucination about that game console.

Last night, the illusion reappeared.

It was similar to the sound he heard in a daze when he and Sherlock were kissing at the entrance of the alley on the day he chased Jack the Ripper——

"Warning, warning, the invasion of unknown viruses is intensifying, the game data is on the verge of collapse, there may be a tendency to backlash, please correct the host as soon as possible,"

"Repeat, warning, warning, unknown virus invasion intensifies..."

——Unknown virus?What is an unknown virus?Are hallucinations poisonous too?

John thought suspiciously, and couldn't help being a little distracted, until the sharp sound of pain from his lips and a cold snort of extreme displeasure pulled his reason back to its original position.He raised his head slightly in bewilderment, and crashed into the gray-green deep lake full of grievances (probably their owners didn't realize this).Averting his eyes unnaturally, John's senses became very clear at this moment: his good roommate's slightly cool fingertips pressed their lips closer together; he could still clearly feel Sherlock's wet and hot tongue was still in his mouth, sweeping up and down every inch of his mouth; Sherlock snorted lightly, and his movements were obviously rougher, almost cathartic - the man must have noticed him a long time ago distracted.

After a while, a surge of pleasure like being shocked by an electric shock swept over John, and his body trembled slightly.

The world's unique consulting detective seemed to be pleased by his reaction, and slightly slowed down his plundering speed. A faint flush appeared on his pale face, like a child who had successfully snatched back his toy, and hummed contentedly from his nasal cavity. .

Yes, the hallucination appeared when Sherlock kissed inexplicably.Kiss again.

"John, an experiment. It's obvious." The consulting detective sat back on his sofa with a satisfied face—if John read it right—said, his tone was as calm as if the person who attacked him just now was another Sherlock Others of Pi, "Never-before-traveled territory, helps to complete my mind palace. And it's fun, isn't it."

"Huh? One..." John shook his head, trying to get rid of the negative effects of the kiss (weakness, reddened complexion, ups and downs, etc.), and suppressed the mixed indulgence and anger in his heart for a moment, deliberately Pretending to be no big deal, "Experiment?!...Interesting?!" - He had a premonition that sooner or later, his good roommate Sherlock, Mr. Holmes, the hellish experimental maniac, would use him as a test subject , to experiment with all kinds of incredible things, such as the current kissing, such as...

Obviously, despite his mental preparations, John still failed, his decibels were an octave higher than usual.

"My dear John, don't be so surprised."

His good detective stretched his waist and reclined lazily on the special sofa. The graceful arc extended from the white neck all the way to the delicate jaw. The thick curly hair set off the light green eyes. Under the dyeing of the light, it has a strange and charming luster. John had to admit that this kind of casual charm attracted him like a magnet, making him unable to look away for a minute, and stuck tightly to it.

Fortunately, Sherlock didn't notice: the detective at the moment was looking up, staring at their ceiling with unfocused eyes, clasping his hands and clasping his chin, thinking about something.

"Damn it, can't you do some 'normal' experiments!" After a while, John forced himself to move away from staring at Sherlock. He wanted to express his anger, but found somewhat sadly that when the superficial anger faded, the bottom of his heart In the deepest part, some humble hopes arise spontaneously, emerging in clusters, burning faintly.His voice was getting softer, close to a murmur, "Damn..."

Sherlock glanced at John, and said weakly: "Anyway, you are already prepared."

John hesitated for a moment, with a short smile on his face: "Get ready. Yes, get ready."

Soon, the night was dark and the lights were dim, and the only few conversations between the two were hidden.

After that, except for the "virus" that he couldn't figure out, until John fell into a deep sleep, the hallucinations never appeared again.

The next day, as usual, John naturally added the questions from last night during the regular report.

As for Hannibal's reaction afterwards, I have to say, it was very strange.

"Virus invasion?" Hannibal browsed the report submitted by John for a few minutes, and his eyes fell on certain words in the last line, "You said the word 'virus invasion' appeared in your hallucination?"

"Yes. Uh, I reminded you twice." John paused, "Dr. Lecter, what does this mean?"

"When did it start?" Hannibal put down the paper, crossed his hands, and looked at John intently.

"Uh, the first time was a week ago." As if infected by the other party's attention, John also became a little cautious.He licked his lower lip and counted the days, "Because she and she... well, were busy doing other things, I thought, you know, it was just a momentary illusion."

Hannibal leaned forward slightly, with a gentle smile on his face, as if interested in the conversation: "Last week and last night, before the hallucinations appeared, what happened?"

"With Sherlock, um, uh, there is a new development. Uh, I mean, Sherlock's behavior, how should I put it, is a bit abnormal." For some reason, John consciously concealed the two kisses with Sherlock.

Hannibal knew that John was hiding something, and he didn't get to the bottom of it. He just changed another topic and went up in a detour: "These... unusual actions make you feel uneasy?"

John coughed: "It's not uneasy either. It's more like...happy."

"Happy? Then Sherlock must have done something you like. In other words, there has been a new and better change in your relationship. Let me guess, kiss?" Hannibal raised his eyebrows, and his smile changed It became more gentle.

John looked at his psychiatrist in surprise, hesitated for a moment: "Well, uh, for God's sake, yes."

"Isn't kissing a good thing for you?" Receiving the expected answer, Hannibal stretched his tense body and leaned on the sofa relaxedly, "Why don't you want to tell me? John, as your psychiatrist, I have to Without warning, hiding the truth will only exacerbate your illusion."

John was startled: "I see."

Hannibal smiled reassuringly at John.

He got up, took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the wine cabinet, filled the two glasses with concentration, handed one of them to the little man, and blocked any possibility of the other party's rejection with words: " I felt the need to celebrate."

John hesitated for a moment, but still took the cup that was put in front of him.

"For your new progress." Hannibal raised his glass.Now that things have happened, John can't stand not to raise his glass. He smiled wryly: "New progress." The little man stared at the light wine-red liquid in the glass, shaking it back and forth, as if shaking his own complicated emotions : "Actually, there is nothing to celebrate."

"How?" Hannibal took a small sip.

"He said, um, I mean Sherlock, 'this is just an experiment'." John also picked up his glass and took a sip, and said in a calm-semi-bitter tone, "Last week it was because of the need to handle the case."

Seeing John finally drank his drink, Hannibal's eyes behind the glasses flashed a sharp light.

The man's smile became more gentle, and he suggested aloud, "Have you thought about taking the initiative yourself?"

"On my own initiative?" John coughed shortly, "No. Uh, Jesus, I shouldn't have expected it, after all, Sherlock has already—"

"Married to his job." Hannibal took over for the little man.

John pursed his lips and smiled wryly, raised his glass, and took another big gulp.

Hannibal looked at John's behavior of "getting drunk" with a calm expression, without any surprise: often, once there is a beginning to what he refuses to do, the rest is very natural to do.

"Then you still plan to marry Mary and have children?"

"Yes. Mary is a good girl."

Hannibal tried to exhort: "Are you sure you won't regret it? You don't love Mary, John."

John just pulled up the corners of his mouth and showed a faint smile: "I will be a good husband. Mary and I... well, we will have a tomorrow."

"Everything will be fine, John, I promise you." Hannibal replied.

"Maybe." John responded casually, and once again shifted the topic to the issue he was most concerned about, "What does that 'unknown virus' represent?"

Hannibal didn't answer, just showed a mysterious smile: "You will know soon, I promise, John."

"Uh, okay."

……

"Bang" sound.

The little man who was immersed in his own thoughts was knocked to the ground by an oncoming man, and the memory was suddenly interrupted.

His cheek hit the asphalt road, and it was painful. John raised his head with difficulty, but saw the man who bumped into him squatting.Before he could struggle to get up, or say something, a sharp and cold needle pierced his nipple, and the liquid was injected into his body.

One strand, another strand...

The vision gradually blurred, the sky and the earth began to rotate, and even the man's face and that ferocious smile faded away slowly.

Large expanses of white light followed by overwhelming darkness.

"sher... lock..."

The author has something to say: Well, this article is going to be v, Wednesday v, but on the day of entering v, it will start v from chapter 40 (I don’t want to /(tot)/~~ but the end point is less than 500. v), those who have seen it, please don’t buy it... Please continue to support it~~~ The scumbag author bows here!

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ps. Guess who injected John with the potion?