Boyfriend Development Program

London in August is cloudy as always, with dense drizzle.

Standing at the crossroads in the middle of the street, Sherlock raised his head slightly expressionlessly, only feeling that the untold shadows of the sky and the earth fell straight into his heart.It wasn't until a little rain fell into his gray-green eyes that the cold temperature woke him up.

The car horn of "Didi" sounded behind him, and the curly-haired man glanced at the black car, no doubt it came from his good brother Mycroft.A sharp light flashed in his gray-green eyes, and Sherlock lowered his head indifferently, and raised his collar high to block the increasingly dense rain.

At dusk, Mary found Sherlock with a panicked expression, and told the latter everything that happened in the church, including John's last sentence, "Remember to go back and tell Sherlock that there are weeping angels here too."As for where John ended up going... at some point in the past.obviously.After hearing the news—or the bad news is more suitable, Sherlock just felt that something hit his head hard. Reason, thinking, and even the thought palace that men are proud of collapsed at this moment, leaving only a messy chaos .

Sherlock walked around Mary without saying a word, and galloped away.On the spot, the biscuits specially prepared for him by Mrs. Hudson spilled all over the floor, complementing the white tiles on the dark red carpet, as if to say something.

"where are you going?"

"Church!" came the crisp answer.

"But there's that angel there!" Mary rushed to the door and shouted at Sherlock who had already flagged a taxi, "And John didn't want to—"

"John disappeared there!" Sherlock stopped his nimble entry into the car, turned around and raised his head, interrupting Mary's words coldly and loudly, "Mary, you can stay here...I can't—and never will ——Put John Watson in danger again." The curly-haired man looked at Mary who seemed to be at a loss, and his tone became obvious and mocking, "I swore to protect him with my life. If you get married, there will be you. Of course. But now, only john... please clarify this. thankyou."

Mary gritted her teeth, and followed into the taxi without hesitation.

The two were speechless all the way.

The result of the visit to the church made Sherlock feel a bit more chilled: the church was empty, and there was no trace of the Weeping Angel around.Only the gloomy light shines on the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting down round after round of gray-toned shadows. "Dangdangdang", the ancient clock on the clock tower made a dull sound, quiet and sad, distant and sparse.

Standing at the entrance of the church, the curly-haired man stared at the gray sky and the church in the rain for a long time without saying a word.

Soon, Sherlock and Mary parted ways.

He was going to the library, the library at Westminster Secondary School - the school John sent him to when he shrunk + lost his memory.If he remembered correctly, there was a librarian there, John Smith, who looked like a doctor in the same mold. "As for that John Smith, I have something to do with him." The curly-haired man's mind recalled the doctor's answer when he first met.

Sherlock hadn't heard from the future Sherlock or Docotr, either himself or anyone else, since the Consulting Detective had come back to meet the remnants of Mority's party.

The distortion of time, the appearance of the weeping angel, the isolation of news... plus the increasingly weird London, everything vaguely points to a certain center or something.

Very familiar, but can't remember.

- John Watson... Hey! iing!No matter at which point in time, as the unique consulting detective in the world, he sherloes will have traces to follow!

……

The library is as I remember it, with rows of bookshelves and familiar administrators.

"Long time no see, Sherlock." Johnsmith saw the curly-haired man striding in expressionlessly, with a familiar gentle smile on his face, and raised his glasses to greet him.

The moment Sherlock saw the former, a brilliant smile appeared on his face: "Good afternoon, Mr. Smith."

Undoubtedly, Johnsmith still knew Sherlock, and he hadn't forgotten it because the curly-haired man had already gone through the formalities of suspension from school, and the two hadn't seen each other for a long time.In fact, the consulting detective occasionally came to the library to add bricks and tiles to his mind palace, and every time he came, he always had a chat with John, who was the administrator. ——Especially after he met the doctor and confirmed the vague guess in his heart.And Smith seemed to agree with Sherlock's clumsy rhetoric. He didn't think that the consulting detective's height was abnormal, but he always had a gentle and friendly appearance.

John took a look at Sherlock, his eyes lingering on the water droplets on his gray-black woolen coat for a while: "Are you looking for information again today?"

"Yep." Sherlock shrugged and asked casually, "Is there any information about a creature called 'Weeping Angel'?"

"Crying Angel?" Smith asked hesitantly, as if trying to remember something, "There is no information. It's just that the name sounds familiar, as if I've heard it before. Where did I hear it... "

Sherlock's eyes were instantly stained with scorching brilliance, with a sharp light shining through the green and green ground, staring at Smith without blinking,—with unreserved expectations!The man looked a little unnatural under his gaze, trying to recall: "Don't worry, let me think about it... Ah, I remembered!"

"where?!"

Sherlock's eyes were full of unknowing anxiety! ——Probably he never thought that he, who is a high-powered anti-social person, would have such a day. Smith glanced at the curly-haired man in surprise, moved his lips, and finally suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and just narrated in a blurred tone: "In my dream."

"……Dream?"

"I've been having a dream recently. Uh, it's a very strange dream." Speaking of this, Smith smiled shyly, and raised his glasses again, feeling that the unnaturalness on his face eased a little with these movements. Slowly said, "Time travel, time wars, and some strange aliens, oh of course, there are also planets with different flavors. My partner and I travel together through a time machine, a blue , a box like a small police station, fighting with different people, and running away most of the time... It's a strange dream, but it's just a dream after all, don't you think?"

"You said the 'Weeping Angel' appeared in your dream?"

"Yeah. It's a terrifying creature that lives on the energy fluctuations produced by sending a person to the past, and cannot be killed..."

Sherlock stared at Smith, his tense face clearly revealed his nervousness at the moment: "That person was sent to the past by the crying angel, is there any way to return to the original world?"

"No." The decisive answer shattered all the thoughts of the curly-haired man, even if the latter added another sentence, it failed to regain his confidence, "At least in my dream, no."

"The last question." The consulting detective subconsciously bit his lower lip, lowered his brows and eyes, and raised his head again after a while, his eyes seemed to be condensed with all the sorrow and desolation, but without knowing it, "the past sent back by the weeping angel At some point in time, it might be the same?"

In fact, the moment he asked the question, he already knew the answer. --"almost impossible."

His fists were clenched tightly, and then loosened.Clenched and let go.

Sherlock said goodbye calmly: "I see. Thank you."

"Is this dream fake?" Smith looked at Sherlock's violent reaction strangely, the man in his impression would never have such violent mood swings like today.It's strange, very strange, like a god who stepped down from the altar and willingly degraded to a human being.Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, his expression changed suddenly, but he quickly denied this absurd and ridiculous idea, "Are all my dreams real? No, no, no, it's just a dream."

"You'll know soon enough."

Sherlock pursed his lips, he didn't know if he should reveal the truth: why did the doctor lose his memory?Where did the doctor from the other world go?Will it touch the fixed point of time? John was at an unknown point in history... Thinking of this, the curly-haired man felt a bit suspicious, and finally he could only spit out this sentence ambiguously.

The next moment, the consulting detective turned and left.

...Maybe, jack knows something.

"Wait, sherlock!" Just as the detective's clothes were about to disappear around the corner, Smith seemed to have thought of something, and shouted to Sherlock suddenly, "I found something very strange." Something! Just this afternoon."

...very strange thing?

Sherlock stopped abruptly, looked sideways at Smith suspiciously, and the latter smiled slyly, and took out a DVD from the drawer of the borrowing desk: "Look, this is it!"

"Anything strange?" The curly-haired man raised his eyebrows. From a distance, he felt that the person on the cover seemed familiar, but because of the long distance, he didn't notice anything wrong.

"There is a person who looks very similar to you, also named sherloes. No, not very similar, it is exactly the same." Smith shook the disc in his hand, threw it on the table casually, and teased, "I said You really want to be famous too much, so you want to act in your own story."

"I didn't..." Sherlock's words came to an abrupt end with a flash of inspiration in his mind, and his eyes fell on the disc, looking extremely dangerous—and carrying some kind of surprise—come, "What's it called?"

It can be heard that he is trying to suppress the slight tremors in his words.

——"John's Strange Journey through Time and Space"."

The author has something to say: After reading "A Wonderful Journey Through Time and Space", did you guys think of anything? 2333333

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