Boyfriend Development Program

Cardiff Coliseum.

The red curtains hung vertically, completely covering the entire platform.

At 19:05, it was past the time for Dickens to appear on stage, and the bustling crowd in the auditorium began to become noisy.

The announcer ran up, sweating profusely, and explained why the protagonist hadn't come out for a long time.With his continuous apologies, the scene finally got under control.

In the last row, a group of people have been watching the farce happening in front of them with cold eyes. Whether it is noisy or peaceful, it has nothing to do with them. ——This is not their era.

A tall, curly-haired man in the middle, overcoming the layers of occlusions, landed clearly on a short man in the middle of the row.The man wears the teacher's usual long dress, with a bow tie, a bucket hat, and a civilized staff in his hand... Typical men's clothing in the mid-19th century.If it weren't for Sherloes being very familiar with his good doctor and blogger, coupled with the glimpse in the video, it would be impossible to recognize the existence of John Watson from the crowd at a glance. ——Of course it is undeniable that his deductive method also played a crucial role.

As if looking for something, the little man suddenly turned his head, and looked in the direction of the scorching line of sight with a puzzled face, only to see that there were all strangers there, and all of them were staring at the stage attentively. Pursing his lips in doubt, he turned his head and continued to stare at the empty stage, looking forward to Dickens' appearance.

It's just that after turning his head, he was somewhat absent-minded.I don't know if it was the result of dreaming every night, but that line of sight gave him the feeling that that person...well, Sherloes was nearby.

John licked his lips: Jesus, what an absurd illusion!

Suddenly there was bursts of applause, screams and laughter.

The red curtains were slowly opened, and tonight's biggest star—Dickens—finally lived up to expectations, stood firmly on the stage, and waved to the audience.

After a short opening speech, the man in a tuxedo began to tell the story: "Now, in fact, there is nothing special about the knocker on the door of this house..."

Dickens's voice slowly became cadenced, and the audience was led by the man's voice to get better.Glancing at John, who was intoxicated in the story, the curly-haired man swiftly returned to his original position, and let out a cold sneer with his jaw tensed.

"The time is fixed, don't forget." A man in a gray slim trench coat reminded Sherlock.

The consulting detective glanced at him lightly: "I know."

Jack opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Kate let out a low voice, swallowing all his words in his throat: "Be quiet, this is Dickens! God, I can't believe I've lived To hear Dickens play with my own ears!"

Shrugging his shoulders, the smile on Jack's face condensed brightly: Uh, fortunately, even if Boe's face turns into a human being, he is not interested in the so-called "historical celebrities".What is even more fortunate is that John Watson was sent back to the pre-Victorian period, and his "time-space fixed point" was after World War II, otherwise... Hehe, time-space rifts are not fun.

"Sorry." Daniel smiled apologetically - for Kate's "disrespectful" behavior.

"Who can explain... What you see from the door knocker is not a door knocker, but Marley's face!" Dickens under the spotlight still exerted the charm of words, "Marley's face! It stares at the scrooge, it looks like... ..."

The deep voice hovered over the theater, rising, rising...

The audience couldn't help but exclaim!

Dickens continued to tell the story, until a strange old woman's face with a bluish-black air appeared directly in his line of sight, he was startled, and stopped telling. "Oh my God! It looks like..." Dickens exclaimed, pointing his fingers trembling at the old woman in the center, "Like that!"

Everyone couldn't help looking in the direction Dickens was pointing at. When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, they all took the old woman as the center of the circle, emptied a circle, and gradually expanded it: as soon as Dickens finished speaking, the old woman seemed to get What command, he stood up abruptly from his seat, and the blue-black air wrapped around his face suddenly turned into light smoke, spreading away in all directions!

In the next second, I don't know who took the lead, and everyone screamed and ran towards the door to die!

"damn it!"

Looking at John who was still standing there in a daze, Sherlock cursed in a low voice, swiftly crossed several rows of damn tables and chairs, grabbed the little man's hand, and immediately dragged his cock The doctor left this dangerous place of right and wrong without forgetting to call out the man in the gray trench coat.

"Sherlock, what do you mean..." Jack pointed to the old woman who was attracted by the curly-haired man's movements, and the green and black air that responded, and then pointed to himself, with an incredible expression on his face, "I superior?"

"Alien, you are the best."

Sherlock gave him a cold look, and with a sudden force on his hand, John stumbled closer to him.Seeing that he was about to pull the little man to his side, John's foot slipped due to his excessive momentum, plus he was absent-mindedly looking at the curly-haired man who was pulling him, and accidentally stepped on the long dress. The center of gravity was about to be unstable, and it was too late to speak, Sherlock quickly took a few steps forward, successfully held John in his arms, and then made a gesture of bowing his head, bending his knees, barely avoiding the blackness attack!

The movements are done in one go, coherent and smooth, and it would be more perfect without Jack's booing: "Hero save the beauty, yoho~!"

"……roll!"

Couldn't help turning around and roaring, Sherlock let go of John, squinted his eyes and looked up and down at the small man who seemed to be a different person: "Injured?"

"Uh, no, nothing." Sherlock's deep voice seemed to pass through the barrier of time and space, and the strong sense of reality that came to his face from the carrier, peeled off and washed away the seal shackles on John's memory over and over again.In a trance, the little man met those gray-green eyes, and blurted out hesitantly, "Sherlock?"

Frowning, the curly-haired man gave John a weird look: "...yes."

Glancing at the relaxed Jack and Ianto who stood in front of the man in the windbreaker as if facing a formidable enemy, his pale and handsome face flashed with excitement for the first time tonight.

No matter how the pair confronted each other, Sherlock·Hands-off shopkeeper·Holmes put his eyes on John·Mr. Silly·Watson again, and asked with a blank expression (for some reason, John could distinguish the irritability in the curly-haired man's tone) : "Your residence?"

"Ah, it's not far away." John finally came back to his senses, and carefully avoided Sherlock's scorching stare, which made the latter even more displeased, and the gray-green eyes reflected a sharper and more Dangerous gaze, "The house is diagonally opposite."

"Then why don't you go?" Sherlock adjusted his messed up black woolen coat, and strode towards the direction designated by the little man.

Behind him, John opened his mouth and looked at the group of Ianto who were still doing futile battles: "But Sherlock, we can't leave them alone..."

"John!" Sherlock's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he glanced at John who persisted. Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion filled his heart, and finally he only sighed, and walked in the direction of Jack.

Suddenly, a burst of fast light flashed.

The old woman's black and blue face suddenly disappeared, and she fell to the ground with a loud bang, which startled everyone.

"Been dead for a while." Kate glanced at it and concluded.

Sam looked curiously at Sherlock and John, who had a strange atmosphere: "In other words, the evil spirit has occupied this body?"

"Or aliens," Jack added.

"Did you see what it was just now?" John turned his head, and as expected, he saw the familiar flush of excitement on his high cheekbones.

A rare trace of hesitation appeared on Jack's face: "It's a very familiar breath. Maybe..." As he spoke, his voice softened, and the last half of his guess became more vague in his throat. Ianto glanced at Jack silently, pursed his lips tightly, trying not to let himself say the name that was so familiar that it was almost carved into the bone by the person he loved deeply and knife by knife.

……

After ten minutes.

Everyone sat on the black leather sofa at John's house.

John couldn't help but glanced at the man sitting next to him again, the figure reflected in the dark brown eyes clearly reminded him of a fact: Oh Jesus, Sherlock, that Sherloes in the dream, he thought his lifelong delusion , The virtual future man... is actually a real existence!

"Jesus above!" A short, feeble moan came out of the little man's mouth.

"John, your poor little brain just crashed after a few years of living in the 19th century and became permanently in arrears?" Sherlock can easily know what his good doctor is thinking without deduction," or , the life in the 19th century makes you so obsessed with it that you can't think of leaving?"

Jack put his feet on the round table, with a mischievous smile on his face, he blatantly sang against Sherlock: "Dear John, tell me about your life in the 19th century."

John: "..."

"Click", a small voice sounded.

At the same time, the room was plunged into darkness.The darkness seemed to be able to invade people's hearts, turning into strands of black threads towards everyone's mouths and noses. When they felt it, almost everyone inhaled some of the darkness, and their consciousness quickly became groggy.

Almost at the same time, a man's voice entered the ears of everyone who was about to fall asleep, with a kind of complacent publicity——

"The lost game console, the coming storm, the unfinished space-time battle... I am the dream lord, welcome to my dream realm."

--"not good!"

The author has something to say: Dickens: From "Doctor Who" s103

Nightmare Lord: From "Doctor Who" s507

Two weeks of good energy**.Tomorrow and the next two days, I will code out 11000 words, which is the frequency of two chapters per day... If it doesn't get stuck, it's okay to say, if it's Kawen... unknown to the public... Tears