Boyfriend Development Program

Hannibal's office door.

Sherlock was sitting upright on the chair in the waiting room, with a tense face, while John seemed a little restless, pursing his lips subconsciously, and glanced quickly at the closed door from time to time.After going on and on for a while, Sherlock finally got a little impatient with his good doctor's behavior.He changed his sitting posture, turned his face to look at John, and then glanced at the opposite side, and smiled briefly. The door of the clinic was tightly closed, and it seemed that this psychiatrist's "business" was good.Withdrawing his gaze, a light flashed in his gray-green eyes, as if he remembered something, and the consulting detective quickly raised his head to look at John again, his eyes darkened.

The numbers on the clock face completely ran off the edge of the clock and lined up on the right side, which is a symptom of complete inflammation of the right brain.

As for the reason that would lead to this result, after checking all other factors that John can touch, as far as the consulting detective knows, there is only long-term consumption of human flesh.

—— Was it an accident that happened more than half a year after Sherlock left?Or earlier? …No, that way, Sherlock wouldn't be unaware, so this time?In his time and space, John Watson appeared in this situation after the behind-the-scenes official came on stage.Hell it was months early! ...the future is changed?Or a time warp?

"Damnit!" The consulting detective rubbed his curly hair irritably, and cursed softly!

John's attention was instantly attracted by Sherlock, and he looked puzzled: "...what's wrong?"

A smirk quickly formed on the face of the curly-haired man, his gray-green pupils were so transparent that they shone—his acting skills had long been cultivated to the point of being instantaneous. Just as Sherlock was about to say something, the door of the clinic opened with a "click", and an elegant middle-aged man protruded from the inside, instantly attracting the attention of both of them. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting." The man—that is, Hannibal—opened the door to the maximum, stood at the door and smiled slightly, "Please come in."

John entered the room without hesitation, Sherlock followed closely behind, and only glanced sideways at the moment Hannibal passed by, and happened to meet the other's gaze, and their eyes met. ——Vigilant and decisive, evenly matched.Soon, the four eyes of the two people looking at each other staggered from each other in the next moment, as if the previous tentative glance was just an illusion.

Consulting detectives noticed that Hannibal closed the door behind him and locked it again.

- hmm, iing (interesting).

If John looked back, he would find that the gray-green eyes of his good roommate were even more excited.

The elk sculpture with beautiful and smooth paint-colored lines, the neatly arranged psychology books on the second floor, and the two sofas in the huge space... As soon as you enter the reception room, the consulting detective interpretation mode is instantly activated, and the sharp light in your eyes will instantly see The real objects are converted into piles of information, and it takes a second to filter out all useless information until the line of sight is focused on the table made of solid wood, a stack of slightly messy drawing paper (compared to the whole room, this is the only dissonance) attracted him.

Sherlock walked quickly to the table, lifted the transparent protective film covering it, his gray-green eyes flashed continuously, and pieces of information rushed towards him.After watching for a while, he asked, without any waves in his voice: "These are all your works?"

"Sherlock, it's impolite to look at other people's things casually!" John lowered his voice, gnashing his teeth and shouting in his good roommate's ear.

"It's okay, John." With a gentle smile on the corner of Hannibal's mouth, he walked quickly to the two of them, "They are all early works, and there is nothing shameful about them." Zhang Huazhi introduced to the two, "This is the boarding school in Paris I attended when I was a child, and this is the university I studied in the United States. As for this painting, I drew it after feeling it while traveling..."

John nodded again and again, and made some praises in his mouth at the right time: "The painting is really good", "It's a beautiful school"...

And Sherlock didn't say a word, his gaze followed the direction Hannibal's finger was pointing at, and his expressionless face changed slightly as the introduction deepened——he seemed to be listening to the two sides beside him very seriously. people talking.Hannibal, who had been paying attention to the curly-haired man, noticed that Sherlock's line of sight paused slightly at the front left of the scroll, but he didn't find anything - except for his pencil sharpener, the expression on his face paused, But he could only cleverly hide the doubts and bad premonitions in his heart.

Seeming to have checked, John looked at Hannibal suspiciously, and then at his good roommate.

In the end, he could only shake his head, and called out an inexplicable call: "...sherlock?"

"Look at me, I forgot the time!" As if awakened by the little man's voice, Hannibal glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and rubbed his hands together.Walking quickly to the front of the restaurant and opening the door, the smile on the man's lips became more gentle, "Please sit down as you please. Wait a moment, dinner will be ready soon."

"Thank you." John pursed his lips and showed a smile, the small dimples made him extraordinarily cute.

Sherlock glanced at the little man lightly, only feeling that this scene was a bit dazzling.He took a few steps forward calmly, blocking Hannibal's view of John, and looked at the former coldly and expressionlessly, with the warning in his eyes clearly visible—although the consulting detective felt that his current behavior was extremely stupid, almost It lowered the IQ of the entire British Empire.

Although he didn't know why his good roommate took a few steps forward - the behavior of the consulting detective reminded him, John tugged on Sherlock's sleeve and said to the consulting detective who turned around: "Say 'thank you'. By God For sake!"

Sherlock turned back blankly: "thank you."

This side, listening to Sherlock's perfunctory words to deal with John, Hannibal just showed a more inscrutable expression.

……

At the dining table, Consulting Detective and John sat side by side.

Watching Hannibal leave, John finally couldn't hold back his inner doubts: "Sherlock, what's your plan?"

"Idea?" The curly-haired man stared at John, his gray-green eyes were a little bit bright because of the rendering of the light, making the little man unable to tell whether the sadness in his eyes was real or the effect of the light, "No, I Just to prove one thing."

John took advantage of the situation and asked back: "One thing?"

Sherlock's voice became deeper and deeper: "Or two."

"Is that one or two?" John asked persistently.

His good roommate didn't answer, just stared into the distance quietly with a tense face. John had an illusion that those green eyes that became transparent because of his words seemed to be out of focus.For some reason, that emptiness made him despair.

An awkward silence spread in the small restaurant.

John couldn't remember how many times this was the silence caused by the consulting detective's refusal - or disdain - to answer.

It wasn't until there was a "click", the crisp sound of opening and closing the door and the ensuing gentle voice, that the sharp silence was broken and everything sank into darkness: "Dinner is here."

A simple steak, with purple cabbage, lettuce, cherries, burritos, onions, cooked on a high fire, simmered, and then topped with delicious sauces, when it is officially ready to work, it is already full of color and fragrance. It makes people move their index fingers, it is a double plunder of vision and taste.

Looking at the steak in front of him, a look of surprise flashed across his face, and he couldn't help admiring loudly: "This really... looks so delicious! Dr. Lecter, your cooking skills are as good as ever!"

Hearing this, Sherlock, who was staring at the dish, couldn't help being surprised—more displeased—and raised his head, his gaze focused on John's face for a moment.The consulting detective's gaze was so intense that the small man, immersed in the aroma of the steak, felt a slight tingle on his skin, and the latter raised his head and looked at his good roommate inexplicably. "Tsk." Sherlock just let out an exclamation of unknown meaning, lowered his brows and eyes, and looked at the food in front of him expressionlessly.

Hannibal calmly took the interaction between the two into his eyes, and urged in a warm voice: "Try it."

"Then I won't be polite." John also had a smile on his face, picking up the knife and fork to cut the steak as he spoke.

Sherlock watched coldly as John carefully cut a small piece along the grain, dipped it in the sauce, picked it up with a fork, and was about to put it in his mouth... The movements were so proficient as if he had practiced many times. ——This is the truth!As expected!A sharp light flashed quickly in the gray-green eyes, it was too late and then too fast, at the moment John was about to bite off the steak on the fork, Sherlock grabbed the little man's wrist suddenly, and gave it a little Using force, the fork in John's hand fell to the ground with a bang!

"Sherlock, what the hell are you trying to do!" John was stunned for a moment, and then a faint anger appeared on his face - he was finally irritated by the repeated provocative behavior of the consulting detective, " Do you know that we are being invited to dinner by Dr. Lecter! No normal person would do anything rude at this moment! Sherlock, you must apologize to Dr. Lecter for your rudeness!"

"First, John, I'm a high-powered anti-social person, not a normal person." Sherlock picked up the fork that John dropped on the dining table expressionlessly, and handed the "steak" on it to John, "Second, if you Think human flesh can be called dinner, then go ahead. please.”

"Wha...?! Human flesh?! You said that what Dr. Lecter made for us... For God's sake, it's human flesh?!!"

John's eyes were full of disbelief, he looked at Hannibal suddenly, only to see his psychiatrist still had a gentle smile on his face.He saw the gleam in Hannibal's eyes, clearly full of arrogance and... contempt.

A heart sank in an instant. John knew that Sherlock's interpretation was as damn accurate as ever.

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