Boyfriend Development Program

A drug colony on the outskirts of London.

Sherlock knocked a few times on a brown-red wooden door.

After a while, there was a "squeak" and the door opened.

A thin young man wearing a hoodie and wearing a black leather jacket with a drooping beard and sunken eyes cautiously opened the small half door and glanced warily at the curly-haired man several times through the crack. : "Who are you looking for?"

Sherlock's eyes flicked over him—

Sunken eye sockets, blue eye circles: long-term insomnia, on the verge of mental breakdown.

Clothing zippers, pilled edges: Irregular objects.

Cocoons of fingers: touch keys.

……

The corners of her lips raised slightly: "Looking for you."

"Me?" The young man's face changed suddenly, and he looked at the curly-haired man more vigilantly for a while, and asked hesitantly, "Are you that sherloes?"

"Yes. of course." Layers of smiles appeared on Sherlock's face.

The door was quickly opened, and there was a reluctant answer: "Come in."

Sherlock was keenly aware of the relief in his tone, which made his footsteps pause, and a faint gleam appeared on the face that quickly collapsed into a smile—curious or excited? "May I have your name?"

"They call me thewig."

"nope." Simply crisp.

"Well, they call me wiggy."

"No..." Sherlock drew a long tone, glanced at the young man for the second time, and then came to the conclusion neatly, "billwiggins."

"Okey, you already know." The young man shrugged, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Sherlock glanced at him, and was about to open his mouth to say something, when Bill suddenly made a sound, interrupting Sherlock's possible babbling: "Well, the attitude of determination, I know! You want to ask me about the game console matter?"

"A game console?" Sherlock's eyes narrowed, and the lines of his pale face looked extremely cold, "Who gave you a game console?"

"Hmm...in a dream?" Bill said hesitantly.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Drug hallucinations?"

"Okey. You are sherloes." Bill curled his lips helplessly, and finally chose to surrender, "I admit, taking drugs."

"Describe the world you've been to."

"Red lanterns, candles, incense, screens and curtains, and a woman in Chinese style. A wizard's room. She reminded me of the past, and I recalled my failed life - rooted in obeying my parents' arrangements. She Ask me what would have happened if I had chosen not to obey my parents, but somehow, I really seemed to have had a big fight with my parents and lived a different life..." Bill looked at Sherlock's face looking, muttering under his breath, "Oh yeah, yeah, I know what you're going to say, living a life of drugs."

"Good observation, Bill." Sherlock rarely praised, - in a strange tone.

The doctor said, watch out for billwiggins.

Sherlock - the future - said that time was warped for no reason.And any small detail associated with it can lead to all changes.

So……

"Why touch the Weeping Angel, Billy?"

When Bill looked up, he saw Sherlock's gray-green eyes staring at him scorchingly, as if a raging light was burning inside, it was so dazzling and sharp that he could only lower his head—he, who has been monitoring the game console, naturally knew what happened What happened: "Dream..." He looked at the curly-haired man with an increasingly cold face, and consciously changed his words, "In the hallucination, that woman did some kind of witchcraft for me. Huge game console. I only learned about it later... Uh, deduction. ——People don't look at me right. Anyway, let me show you."

As he said that, Bill took off the tightly wrapped black coat, turned around and showed his back in front of Sherlock: on the brown-gray hoodie, there was a huge black metal game console dormant!

Sherlock's pupils contracted violently a few times, and he could tell at a glance that the game console lying on the young man's back was an enlarged version of the game console mycroft had given him!

--really……!

"Ding, congratulations to the host, the task of 'Taking John Watson' is 100% complete!" Suddenly, a strange mechanical sound came from the giant game console.

The curly-haired man's eyes flickered again and again: Just as he blurted out this sentence, he saw the giant game console seem to come alive, and showed him a mocking smile! "What's going on?" - an alien creature?still……?The matter in front of me has long been beyond the scope of what science can explain.To be precise, it cannot be explained by science from the beginning.

"It's for you." Bill shrugged.

"For me?" Sherlock seemed to have thought of something, and his face quickly sank, "John also has a game console?" Rhetorical question, with a declarative tone. —He has already drawn that conclusion.

Bill looked at the consulting detective and said dejectedly, "Yes."

"I knew it!" A voice gritted its teeth.

……

221b.

Sherlock sat on the sofa, flicking the disc he got from Johnsmith.

The conversation with Bill Wiggins made him understand that there is only one way to get John back: to enter the time and space where John exists.

As for which time and space...

""John's Strange Journey Through Time and Space"?" Sherlock read the name printed on the disc expressionlessly.

After reading the CD, what comes into view is London in the 19th century.

— No, rather, Cardiff, not far from London.

Dark, damp streets, bustling low-rise houses, gentlemen in tuxedos and women in various skirts.

"Now, in fact, the knocker on the door of this house..."

In the film, on a wide stage, a man with a big Hussie wears an exquisite costume and leans against a podium with a red cloth hanging down, slowly telling a story, and there is a silent but unknown crowd in the audience.

Sherlock clasped his hands together under his chin, staring intently at the picture. The voice of the man in the movie is low and slow, and it slowly unfolds like this, as if he was in the 19th century.And the strange thing is... Thinking of this, Sherlock let go of his hands resting on his chin - an inexplicable sense of familiarity!

"A real person? Iing!"

**'s text message sounded, interrupting his thoughts violently——

Pause the movie!Everything you see will become a fixed point in time! —jh

Soon, the screen pauses.

"A fixed time? Everyone must appear in that theater?" A gleam of light flashed in Sherlock's gray-green eyes.

The curly-haired man glanced across the auditorium, and saw several familiar figures appearing in the last row of the DVD: Jack and Ianto, Daniel and Kate, Sam and Dean, as well as Sherlock and the game he was holding tightly in his hands on board.

Sherlock curled his lips helplessly: Is this the trend of pairing up?

In the end, the curly-haired man's eyes fixed on the little man in the front row of the auditorium in the theater——I don't know if it's because of the screen, the figure of the former military doctor shrank even more—

"John Watson, Cardiff in the 19th century... Interesting!"

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