Boyfriend Development Program

221b.

Sherlock pressed his palms together on his chin, thinking about something in the morning light.As for John, he flicked through the newspaper, seeming to be browsing the news of the day intently. ——A rare and quiet morning.

At the stairway, heavy and hurried footsteps sounded, gradually approaching. With a "snap", the little man closed the newspaper in his hand, and suddenly looked up at the stairs. Inspector Lestrade's familiar figure and the voice calling his good roommate's name loudly painted a picture for the peaceful morning. On a rest.

Sherlock turned his face sideways, his gray-green eyes staring at the unexpected visitor.

"Hanniballecter is dead." Lestrade took a breath, and suddenly spit out a shocking bomb from his mouth.

"Dead?" John pursed his lips in doubt, he tried to refute something, and finally he just asked hesitantly, "Uh, is it the 'death' that normal people say?"

And Sherlock let go of his clasped hands: "When?"

"Just 10 minutes ago." The inspector walked in front of them, took a few swigs of tea "gudong gudong" that the little man handed over at the right time, and then said slowly, "According to regulations, prison guards regularly Checking the criminals in each room, it turned out that Hannibal was sitting motionless on a chair, dead. It’s okay to die. At most, we can track down the murderer—if someone puts him to death—or commit suicide. That’s okay. , the weirdest thing is..." Speaking of this, Lestrade's face was slightly unnatural, and he paused, then he gritted his teeth and smoothly continued his words, "5 minutes after Hannibal's death, Hannibal's body suddenly shriveled Go down, and within a minute, it quickly turned into a pile of bones under the eyes of everyone."

Hearing this, John could hardly control his emotions: "Jesus is on top, bones?!"

"Calm down, John." Sherlock glanced at him calmly, and then shifted his focus to the inspector again. "On the bones, do you find anything else?"

"Other discoveries? Sherlock, what do you mean?" Lestrade asked back.

"Game console." The consulting detective finished speaking expressionlessly, and soon seemed to sense something was wrong——even if things were beyond the controllable range, he could not reveal the "established future" without authorization and break the barriers of time and space.Pursing his lips, he put on a bright smirk, and he added a phrase, "For example."

Lestrade tried hard to recall, and shook his head after a while: "No."

"Well."

The curly-haired man responded in a low voice, while standing up from the sofa, a trace of anxiety slipped across his expression, strode to the window, opened some curtains slightly, and looked from the inside out.The tight facial lines, tightly pursed lips, oh, and the increasingly prominent high cheekbones, all of which express the owner's unhappy mood.

John glanced at his good roommate, then at Lestrade's bewildered face: "Sherlock, for God's sake, do you know why Hannibal died?"

"Cause of death? No, I don't know." Hearing this, Sherlock gave John a strange look, and denied it, "It's just not strange." He looked out of the window again, and the unique cold weather in London made this day and this place The embellishment was dim and cold, and at some point in the sky, thin and dense raindrops floated up, and the whole city was overturned in a short while.

Looking up at the sky slightly, Sherlock quickly remembered the day before Will's death just by the dim light like a time tunnel.

It's the same light, and this damn light rainy day...

***

two days ago.

Sherlock looked at Will who was trembling on the bed, raised his brows, and quickly cut to the chase: "Will, can you explain why you are here and your age?"

"Why did it appear here? For God's sake, I don't know either." Will shook his head laboriously, looking rather bewildered.He took a breath, "As for age, I think I'm 86 this year."

"86?! Oh Jesus, it's impossible! Sherlock and I saw it in prison before..." John paused, and retorted instinctively loudly. After seeing Will's drooping and loose facial muscles and hideous age spots He swallowed the next words.

Sherlock paused: "What did you encounter?"

"Indeed, what John said is correct. My memory stays on July 2013, 7, in Scotland Yard Prison." Will's eyes flashed with reminiscence, and his words slowly unfolded for the two of them, creating a sense of time rushing Torrent's picture scroll, "I remember falling asleep and waking up in bed in this house - um Hannibal's house - wearing clothes from the 26s and the calendar - oh hanging on the sherlock On the wall behind where you are standing—it is impressively stated: May 20, 20. At first I didn’t believe it, and I made many crazy moves. That period of time... I won’t mention it. Later, in the year after year In a year, I finally came to terms with the fact that I went back in time. Now, you see, I'm 1928 years old and dying."

The expressionless expression on Sherlock's face finally broke, he looked at Will, and a certain guess in his heart became more and more clear, and finally occupied his whole body and mind, so he could only murmur: "Back to the past...weeping angel? "

"Crying Angel? What is that?" John asked curiously.

"It's nothing." Sherlock smiled a little, and said to Will who was lying on the bed, "Will, what else do you want to tell us... such as bringing something for someone?"——If this is in the twisted time and space "Time fixed point", then there must be a trigger point.

Will's eyes flickered with a strange luster: "Sherlock, doctor let me tell you: be careful with billwiggins (Note 1)."

... bill wiggins?Who is Bill Wiggins?

The curly-haired man discovers that his Memory Palace doesn't have that name stored there, or it's not important enough to be deleted.

"Doctor? The man who always wears a suit, tie and gray trench coat?" Sherlock narrowed his gray-green eyes.

Will quickly denied: "No, it's a young man with a long face and a blue and black bow tie."

—Another doctor?Future or past?

In the distorted time and space, even the doctor can walk through his own history line?

"Sherlock, is Hannibal at the clinic?" the old man said to the brooding consulting detective, weakly but firmly, "Well, I'd like to see him."

Sherlock looked up and saw that the light in Will's eyes was fading.Startled, but just nodded.Immediately, he greeted John and strode out of the room together.

……

When Hannibal came out, his expression was quite calm, and he only announced the news of Will Graham's death lightly.

The consulting detective deduced at a glance that the psychiatrist, who did not change his expression in the face of arrest, lost his gentle smile. Deliberately stand with a straight back.

***

Memories end here.

The curly-haired man looked at the darkening sky and remained silent.I don't know if it was because of the dim light, Sherlock's face became paler.

After a while, biting his lower lip slightly, he squeezed out a few low syllables from his throat: "John, time has been distorted."

——Whether it's the crying angel, or the accidental death of Will and Hannibal, which link went wrong?The key figures ended hastily, and the game console disappeared... Who changed the timing?

Hearing this, John felt his head ache: "Wha...? What the hell are you doing, Sherlock?"

"Lestrade, doesn't this look familiar to you?" Sherlock turned to look at his detective eagerly.

"You mean..." Lestrade seemed to think of something suddenly, "Jack the Ripper?"

After what Sherlock said, Lestrade quickly remembered the serial murderer who worked so hard to catch the murderer and brought him to justice, but the murderer died accidentally, and his body turned into a pile of white powder. The serial murderer——Jack the Ripper !Because the evidence was annihilated—rao Sherlock couldn't see why, he was cited as the biggest "disgrace" in his career by the consulting detective, but in the end he had to let it go, and it became Scotland Yard's biggest suspense case of the year.

... Comparing the hatchbacks, the conclusions are surprisingly similar!

Thinking of this, Lestrade swallowed nervously: "In other words, the cause of Hannibal's death is the same as that of Jack the Ripper?"

"yep."

Sherlock interrupted the Inspector blankly.

The author has something to say: (Note 1) billwiggins: s303, the poison nest brother, the one who reasoned very well, do you still remember =-=

Billwiggins, from "The Four Signatures", "The Case of the Crown Jewels", etc., the captain of the Baker Street squad. (Notes to [allforbc subtitle group])

Kawen is so stuck that I want to die, when will I be able to finish quq