Boyfriend Development Program

sherlock disappeared.

Three days later, John finally came to this conclusion.

It is not uncommon for consulting detectives to disappear for a few hours or even a day now and then—sometimes because of a case, sometimes because of a visit from an old friend.But no one was seen for a full 72 hours in three days, which has never been precedent. John had to admit that he was starting to worry.What's more, all the things related to Sherlock stayed in place and remained untouched, although with his good roommate's personality, it's strange that they would move them, which made the little man even more anxious.

…was detained while handling a case, kidnapped by a criminal group, hunted down by a serial killer,

Given Sherlock's reputation in the criminal world, the odds of this happening are extremely high. John couldn't control his thoughts at all, he could only think of the bad, and the more he thought about it, the more apprehensive he became.

—he had to do something.For God's sake...had to do.

After a moment of hesitation, John grabbed his phone and started making calls, anywhere Sherlock might be, anyone who might be with Sherlock.

Mrs.hudson: "Missing? I'm just saying why it's been so quiet recently. It turns out that the bad boy Sherlock is missing...youngman! How did you find out so late!...I said, you guys are having trouble?"

Lestrade: "Sherlock? He's not here with me...Huh? It's been three days? Will he go on a trip?...Uh well, it's impossible, I know, I'm just saying...John, don't worry, I Help you to ask. That's it."

Molly: "Sherlock? I haven't seen him. Yeah, yeah, I haven't seen him since the last case, it was Jack the Ripper... What? He disappeared?! Three days?! My God, What can I do! I'll go out and look for it right away, contact me if there is any situation, hang up!"

……

As for that familiar number, there is only a busy tone of "beep beep".from beginning to end.

On the 10th call, there was only a sweet female voice on the phone telling him over and over again that "the user you dialed is not in the service area".

In the end, John could only close the phone dejectedly.

——Not in the service area?Jesus, damn sherloes, where the hell are you in!

His hands hang down helplessly.

He saw a dim yellow light accompanied by cold dust, lightly falling on his old gray coat.

Suddenly, there was a sound of fine but rhythmic footsteps at the door, and the sound of some kind of sharp object poking the ground.

The little man raised his head suddenly, with an arc on his face unconsciously - looking carefully, he could not conceal his anticipation and joy.Immediately afterwards, he turned his head suddenly and looked at the door of the living room: the person who came was wearing a black striped suit, with a wine red tie, and the iconic little black umbrella... Mycroft, there is no doubt that the smile on John's face Freeze on the spot.Until the British government leaned on his little black umbrella and walked slowly but knew the way (well, I have to say, in fact, mycroft hesitated between the two sofas next to John or on the opposite side, and finally chose the opposite sofa. As for Is this a special sofa for his dear brother, or is it easier to talk in this way, only he himself knows) and sat on the sofa opposite, John restrained his expressive disappointment as if he had just woken up from a dream, and sighed slightly Pursing her lips, she lowered her eyebrows again.

"John." Mycroft put the little black umbrella by the sofa, adjusted his sitting posture, crossed his hands, looked at the little man in front of him, and smiled slightly, "How are you doing recently?"

…Jesus, that's Sherlock's special sofa.

John watched mycroft finish the whole set of movements, and looked at him with his legs crossed, his lips squirmed, and finally swallowed the words that came to his mouth.Immediately afterwards, the name "Sherlock" caught my mind again, and the question blurted out: "Mycroft, do you know where Sherlock has gone?"——If it weren't for the highly confidential information of the British government, even Inspector Lestrade could not It was revealed that John had called to inquire a long time ago, why wait until Mycroft showed up by himself!But having said that, the British government always went to the Three Treasures Hall without incident, and got stuck at this node, maybe...John was trembling all over from his own guess of "probably".

"I'm here to tell you about Sherlock's whereabouts." Mycroft looked at John with a smile, taking all the complex emotions of the other party into his eyes, and cursed secretly in his heart: his "dear" brother walks in style, every time Every time I leave myself to wipe his ass!Hmph, how can there be such a beautiful thing in the world!

"What whereabouts?!" John sat up straight on the sofa, leaned forward involuntarily, looked at mycroft intently, "He told you, didn't he?"

"Yep." Mycroft turned the little black umbrella, the corners of his lips raised, "He told me."

... Heh, again.

I don't know if it was a problem with the light, but John's face became slightly dull.He pulled the corner of his mouth and tried to show a smile, but in the end he didn't succeed, so he could only try his best to keep his whole body stable: "So, um, for God's sake, what the hell is Sherloes playing again?!"

John thought that the British government would tell him the target of his good roommate's death in a contemptuous tone, or say a familiar or unfamiliar place name in a calm tone.However, to his surprise, Mycroft was silent.A deadly silence spread in the small room, occupying the cold and thin air inch by inch.

In this increasingly embarrassing silence, John suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness, and subconsciously licked his lips.

Finally, Mycroft raised his head, pursed his lips, and said calmly, "He's gone."

"He's gone?" John felt that his brain was very blunted, he could clearly understand every word, but he couldn't comprehend the meaning of the whole sentence when he pieced it together.Almost at the same time, he subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?"

Mycroft put a smile on his face again, and patiently explained to the confused ex-military doctor: "It means that Sherlock will not appear in your life for the time being."

John finally heard clearly.

"So." The little man paused, with a short smile on his face, "Can I understand that... um, he's going to disappear for a while?"

"Well, of course." The smile on Mycroft's face became more obvious, "It's absolutely fine."

John tried to smile again: "For now, how long?"

"Unknown." The British government shrugged and said helpless words with a smile, but there was no helplessness in the tone, "You know, no one can influence Sherlock's thoughts. He has made a decision, and I will inform you, just It's that simple. As for the date, all I can say is, it's not short."

No one can control what Sherlock thinks...

He made a decision, and I'll let you know...

The date is not short...

John coughed violently uncontrollably.

The cough was so violent that he couldn't help but bend down, his whole body curled up into a ball, almost coughing up his lungs.

Mycroft looked at John coughing with a smile, and as he watched, his smile gradually faded.He handed over the tea on the coffee table, and finally felt a little guilty about it——I don't know if it was because of Sherlock's behavior or his previous "deliberate" provocation: "Drink some water."

"...Thank you." After hesitating for a moment, John still took the cup.

After taking several sips of water, John finally felt his body being controlled by reason again. ——Thank you for your military career in those years.

He put down the teacup, let his body gradually relax, and sank into the sofa safely.From mycroft's angle, the small man on the opposite side has already curled up into the sofa, the shadow shrouded his face, hazy, as if separated by a layer of gray-black veil, he couldn't see clearly Any look from the ex-medic. John cleared his throat, trying not to sound weird: "You said 'he made a decision', what did he, uh, Sherlock say?"

"moriarty." The British government looked dignified, "he said he owed him. He repaid him a 'fall', but still owed him a thousand troops to be buried with him. This is an agreement between the two of them, so no matter what , Even if it is a trap, Sherlock said that he would use his own hands to destroy Moriarty's group little by little, and pay off what should be paid off."

"Moriarty? Will it be dangerous?" Hearing this name, John forgot everything in an instant, and his expression became highly nervous.

"He's Sherloes!"

Mycroft gave John a sideways look, and the supercilious disdain made John smile: Yes, his good roommate is the damn Holmes! John didn't see it, the hand of the British government holding the little black umbrella suddenly exerted force because of his problem, almost poking a hole in the carpet under his feet!

"Who else knows?"

"Sherlock's homeless intelligence network."

"So, besides you." John said blankly, his dark brown eyes drooping to cover the faintly streaked flames, "A hundred other bums know?"—in other words, his Not only a mycroftholmes in front, but a hundred tramps in line?ha! sherloes, that's great!

Thinking about it, John subconsciously squeezed the armrest of the sofa, and the knuckles on the back of his hand turned white instantly.

Mycroft added a smile, "Well, almost. Maybe more. How wide is Sherlock's social network? Even my brother doesn't know."

"...Excellent." John replied vaguely.

He could see fuzzy, fine gray dust bobbing up and down in the air.

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