Boyfriend Development Program

"That is to say, dr. Lecter, you have fed me human flesh these past few months?"

Thinking of eating human flesh for so long, John felt his breakfast—no, not just breakfast—rolling in his stomach.

Hannibal looked at him, stretched out on the chair, crossed his hands and smiled slightly, his posture was as elegant as ever.

"Yes, I picked the best part of the human body to treat you. Then I cooked it with special cooking techniques, and I am confident that I will not show my flaws in the dishes." After speaking, he looked at Sherlock who had always been calm, with a smile in his eyes. He smiled slightly, "He is the only consulting detective in the world who discovered something was wrong so quickly. But I want to ask: Where did the clues come from?"

"Clue? Chick!" Sherlock glanced at Hannibal, and spouted expressionlessly, "The texture of the meat is too tight, it doesn't match any kind of edible meat. There are yellow fat lumps in this 'steak' , and a lot, the sauce did not fully cover it——this is obvious. The meat itself is too soft, and the freshness of the bloodshot...Conclusion? The only possibility: human flesh." The consulting detective performed while picking up the dining table Fiddled with the knife and fork on the table a few times, peeled off the meat inside the "steak" and displayed it completely in front of the two, then pointed to an inconspicuous place, John looked along, and soon saw A round, somewhat elastic-looking yellow fat lump.His face turned green, and the contents of his stomach surged up instantly.

"The bathroom is at the diagonal corner of the restaurant. You can see it when you step out of the gate." Seeing that the little man is likely to defile his precious dining table—this is absolutely not something he can tolerate, Hannibal kindly reminded him.

"..." John glanced at him in obscurity, and when he turned his head, he saw the indifferent and calm face of his good roommate. Before he had time to figure out what the other person was thinking, his stomach rebelled again, and he ran towards the direction Hannibal pointed at !

In the next second, the sound of violent vomiting was faintly heard.

Sherlock clasped his hands together and put them on his chin, looking at Hannibal with a calm face with interest.But the latter carelessly cut the "steak", carefully forked one of them, put it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed carefully, put down the knife and fork, wiped his hands with a napkin, and then looked up at the consulting detective who had been observing him. ——During the period, there was a gentle smile on his face.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry?" Sherlock put his hands down and asked calmly.

"Worried?" Hannibal seemed to have heard something funny, and the smile on his face became more obvious, "Why should I be in a hurry?"

There was a slight gleam in Sherlock's eyes: "You know what you will face next."

"j□j? Humane death?" Hannibal forked another piece of "steak" into his mouth, and swallowed it with enjoyment.

"vomit--"

John, who finally vomited back from the bathroom, saw Hannibal's series of actions, his face changed again and again, and finally couldn't help it, and ran to the bathroom again.

Sherlock glanced indifferently at John who rushed out of the door, and then shifted his gaze to the psychiatrist who was eating calmly: "Let me guess, what is the reason for your self-confidence... Game consoles? Plutonium Ribala star eclipse?"

"Dang!", the fork held in Hannibal's hand suddenly fell to the dinner plate, making a crisp sound.The psychiatrist didn't care about this. He stared at the curly-haired man who had hardly changed his expression since he entered the door. Say, who told you?"——No matter how superior the IQ is, Hannibal doesn't believe that the detective in front of him can compete with the alien with such advanced technology!

A smug smile appeared on Sherlock's face: "Time travel."

"Time travel? Time travel..." Hannibal murmured these four words, tearing them up and chewing carefully, and finally there was a smile on his face, "I see!"

Sherlock straightened his scarf and coat, stood up gracefully, and announced in a cold tone, only the corner of his eye was focused on the psychiatrist's knife and fork: "Scotland Yard is expected to arrive here in 3 minutes. "

"Sherlock, you from the future, why are you in such a hurry to change John Watson's future?" Hannibal was not intimidated by the declaration of the man in front of him. After a brief shock, he continued to return to his usual gentle tone, "Your John Watson will go Where? Well, I see, it was swallowed by his game console, right? Obviously, our poor John didn't complete the task assigned to him by the system. Why couldn't he complete it? Sherloes, great consulting detective, have you pursued What about the source?"

Those gentle voices of self-questioning and self-answering sounded like ravings, but at the moment Sherlock heard it was extraordinarily high-pitched, carrying a certain kind of triumphant victory, like sharp thorns, whizzing through the air in an instant, and stabbing hard into his heart !The facial expression of the curly-haired man froze for a moment, his gaze was like a sword, sweeping across the psychiatrist's smile, it was so cold that it could almost fall apart.

The psychiatrist pursed his lips slightly as if he didn't see this gaze, and he showed his sharpness when he restrained his smile: "You didn't fall in love with him, no, to be more precise, you didn't fall in love with him 'in time', so your dear john watson is swallowed by the game console and you, sherlock, the so-called 'high-powered anti-social', are pulled from the altar above the mortals and set off to join another emotional wretch in an attempt to find the change of time Dot! Time travel... tsk."

The lines of Sherlock's face became even tighter. He looked at the psychiatrist, and the remorse and anger in his eyes were clearly visible.In the end, he just pursed his lips tightly, but he had to admit that Hannibal almost guessed everything, those scars hidden in his heart, those damn...truth! "Oh! The almighty Plutonium Libala Eclipser! By the way, did they mention your ending?"

"Would you like to teach me?" Hannibal smiled and put the last piece of "steak" on the plate into his mouth.

——Why didn't Hannibal resist?He remembered that when he debunked the psychiatrist, he was almost attacked by the other party with a knife and fork!

Sherlock's frown tightened even more: So, what went wrong?

He moved his lips, just as he was about to say something, when he said it too late, with a bang, a group of heavily armed policemen burst into the door!

Inspector Lestrade looked at Hannibal who was clearing the dining table without haste, and said in a deep voice, "In the name of Scotland Yard: Dr. Lecter, you are under arrest for murder!"

The corners of Hannibal's lips curled up, he stopped what he was doing, and stretched out his hand to the inspector.

Immediately afterwards, with two "clicks" and "clicks", Lestrade handcuffed the handcuffs on the psychiatrist's hands.

"Ohmygod, sherlock!" At the same time Lestrade was about to escort Hannibal away, John rushed in in a hurry.Seeing the scene in front of him, the little man was stunned for a moment, his voice stopped abruptly, and soon he seemed to have realized something, and his expression gradually returned to normal.

The curly-haired man frowned imperceptibly: "John, what's wrong?"

"I just threw up and was top-heavy... well, I accidentally walked into the wrong room. In that room, oh god, I found a very strange person. Well, an old man who is at least 80 years old. Uh, my That means, that person is dying." John subconsciously licked his lower lip, and suddenly his expression froze——he seemed to have tragically forgotten that he just vomited it.

Sherlock asked patiently: "So?"

Knowing the importance of the important thing to say next, John suppressed the growing nausea, "He calls himself Willgraham."

"What?! will?!" Hannibal, who was smiling even when he was handcuffed, turned pale instantly!

As for Sherlock, his expression changed drastically after being startled, he cursed in a low voice, "Damnit!", and rushed out of the door, yelling, "John, lead the way!"

John responded, and quickly followed out.Immediately, as if the psychiatrist came to his senses suddenly, he hurriedly followed the figures of the two of them!In the same place, only Lestrade and Anderson were left, and a group of policemen looked at each other in blank dismay, but they also moved quickly out the door, following the footsteps of those people.

……

The room is at the end of the corridor.

Sherlock strode to the door, and as soon as he exerted his hands, the door creaked open!

A late old man was lying on the big bed in the room with his eyes closed.It is not difficult to see the brown of the year in the gray hair, but the somewhat slack muscles still outline the familiar outline of the face.Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old man reluctantly opened his eyes——those eyes, except for the bitterness of wind and frost, flashed only the silence unique to Will Graham.Seeing Sherlock's face, the old man was slightly taken aback, and after distinguishing for a while, he showed a childlike smile of joy - obviously, he recognized the curly-haired man.

"Sherlock, it's you. It's been a long time. Long time, long time..." he said softly—with visible effort.

Sherlock squirmed his lips, and finally nodded: "Will, long time no see."

Almost at the same time, a few mottos suddenly flashed on the game terminal of the plutonium libala star eclipse somewhere in London——

The known future dies in this moment.

Unknown personnel and events spawned in the next moment.

Distorted time, sealed kingdom.

The crisis reappears, "the moment" will fall. (Note 1)

The author has something to say: (Note 1) "themoment" willfall: "themoment" is about to fall.

"themoment", the ultimate weapon used by the 8.5th (can it be called the 9th now?) dallifrey and dalek ("thetimewar", that is, "time war") finally sealed the battle situation on the last day of the war ( That means, in fact, in the "themoment", the two races have been at war) to restore peace to the universe. The doctor always believed that he caused the mother planet to fall, and he was the murderer behind so many murders.In the 50th anniversary of "The Day of the Doctor", 13 doctors jointly prevented Gallifrey from falling.