Boyfriend Development Program

The atmosphere of weird silence did not last long.

"The lost game console." Sherlock glanced at John, let go of his clasped hands before the latter tried to speak, and turned his gaze to Jack coldly, "Tell me, who is the mastermind behind this game."

Jack paused: "This is Cardiff in 1869. You know, I didn't come down to Earth by chance until World War II, and unfortunately it was turned into a fixed point in time. So..." He shrugged, his eyes darkened Looking through the window: Different from the night, Cardiff in the early morning is full of hustle and bustle, and there is a strange stagnation among the hurrying crowd.The playfulness faded away, and Jack's face also appeared quite serious——this was the first time John saw seriousness on this face: "I don't know."

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Daniel couldn't comprehend for a while, his expression changed, "What time is fixed? It has something to do with aliens?"

"It's time to tell the truth, jackharkness." Sherlock said blankly, only those who knew him well - such as John - could see the excitement shining in his eyes, "Any case needs enough clues, Especially the mystery of time."

Jack was about to explain a few more words, but the face of one side of his face reflected Ianto's face silently watching him, and all the previous scenes of the two of them in the mirror image suddenly appeared in his mind, and his expression couldn't help but feel a little unnatural.He sighed secretly, looked around, and finally put away all the foolishness: "The time is fixed, and my identity, I'm sorry, I can't say. As for our return to 1869, I have a Guess: cracks in time and space."

"Cracks in time and space? Cardiff... ohyes! Damn it! How did I forget this!" Sherlock patted his head in frustration, and said through gritted teeth!

"What? What, Sherlock?" John pressed.

"The one I met?" The curly-haired man ignored his good doctor, but stared at Jack and asked step by step, "The one that appeared in Cardiff in 2012?"

"Yes."

"Plutonium Libala eats people." Sherlock's pale cheekbones had a sickly blush, "Conclusion: The lost game console is on me?"

"70% possibility." Jack hesitated for a while, and finally shifted his gaze to John who was stunned, "There is still 30%, John Watson."

"john?"

Immediately, everyone's eyes shifted to the little man, and some kind of obscure light floated in Sherlock's gray-green eyes, "Your game console?"

—A game console?

John was startled, and then everything that happened last night quickly rang out: he walked towards Sherlock somewhat unnaturally, he quickly melted in Sherlock's arms, he was taken by his good roommate to the peak of pleasure... Then, He heard that long-lost voice——

"Ding, the task of 'Taking John Watson' has been completed 100%!"

"Warning! Warning! An unknown virus has fully invaded, the game data is gradually collapsing, and the backlash has begun, and the process cannot be reversed!"

"Final warning: The game process is forced to end, and the host will have an irreversible ending! Analysis of the final ending..."

In a trance, John thought it was another trick of the dream lord, or an illusion under the climax. ——Oh, for God's sake, since he suffered from right-sided encephalitis, his hallucinations have undergone new mutations, real and fake, fake and real... The little man has long been unable to figure it out.

"You have a game console." Sherlock's voice became sharp all of a sudden, anger appeared on his face, and the obvious anger made the curly-haired man's face look a bit hideous for a moment,——John had never been with him I saw this kind of anger in my good roommate, "You have a game console! — no doubt about it!"

"Although it is out of date, but to interrupt, in fact, we also have game consoles."

Kate, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, and took out a game console from her pocket: a black painted metal case, ordinary size and shape, irregular edges and corners...

The corners of John's eyes twitched involuntarily: Jesus, it's exactly the same as the game consoles he's seen before!So, it's not a hallucination?And what Hannibal had sworn to say...well, a lie? —Hey, lie! Obviously! Hannibal can eat human flesh for him, but can he not lie?For God's sake, Hannibal should have thought of that since the moment his true colors were revealed!

"Everyone has a game console." Sherlock only glanced at the few people sitting together on the first floor, and immediately asserted, "Including the Wier brothers who are having sex on the second floor."

John's shocked and annoyed mood suddenly became powerless: "Sherlock..."——Can he say that he doesn't know this man who "doesn't know what euphemisms are"?

"What are you doing? I'm acting!" The curly-haired man roughly interrupted John's powerless groan, the tight lines on his face accurately showed his extreme displeasure, "and they are all the same model as the one in Kate's hand , except you, John. Your game console is different from ours."

John licked his lower lip, he was a little at a loss to accept the baptism of everyone's gaze, especially the cold gaze that the consulting detective used to look at the serial murderer in it - he never thought that one day this kind of gaze would throw To himself: "Sherlock, I think my game console, uh, is the same as yours."

"Same as us... Brilliant!" Sherlock stood up abruptly, and he looked at John, his eyes suddenly became sharper.His tone was hurried and flustered, "John, is your game console missing?...It's gone, isn't it?"

"Uh, yes, god, yes." John even felt it became difficult to breathe at this moment, "You are right."

The little man was a little desperate. Obviously, this kind of reasoning gave him an extremely bad premonition.

Fate is like a huge net, gradually surrounding him in places he doesn't know, waiting for opportunities to move.Finally, when the time came, the hands that manipulated everything began to draw in the net, tightening inch by inch... But until now, he could only watch helplessly as the silk thread was tightly embedded in his skin, bleeding out and thick bones!

—damn it!

"The lost game console, the lost game console..." Sherlock slumped down on the sofa, "John, don't you understand! The dream lord is referring to you!"

John licked his lips, trying to pull out a smile to comfort his lover, but he is not Sherlock, he has no talent for acting, and the forced smile is uglier than crying!

After sorting out the clues, the things that have been scattered like fragments—and vaguely felt related—became clear at this moment: my amnesia became smaller, Hannibal and Will, the visit of the future Sherlock and the doctor, time and space Suddenly being distorted, the crying angel sent John back to 1869, and the dream lord only extracted John's memory... There is no doubt that all these things revolve around John!

No wonder, no wonder the future Sherlock always told him meaningfully that John is very important, be careful of the game console... Sherlock hammered the sofa hard, and his eyes seemed to be stained with thick gray. Having been traveling with the doctor, there was no doubt that something was wrong with the future john.It can't be right encephalitis, so the conclusion?Force majeure that even the doctor can't stop! --alien!The Lost Game Console!Damn it, how could he be so dull!

John still couldn't see Sherlock's abnormality, and his heart sank: Judging by his good roommate's expression, things will never be so simple, or in other words, his end must be very bad.Reminiscent of the abnormal phenomenon that appeared in the game console yesterday, the "irreversible ending"...death?

Thinking of this in his heart, he still squeezed out a smile on his face,—oh Jesus, maybe he had to force it many times, but this time he finally seemed to be more relaxed: "Sherlock, relax, relax, it's okay."

"Perhaps the doctor will have a solution." Jack was silent for a moment, and thought about the possible fate of John, "The key is, how do we find the doctor. Since the last space-time warp, he and the future you have both disappeared. There was no way to get in touch."

"There is another way." Sherlock's tone and expression returned to calm, but his voice was still as cold as frost, "Back to 2013."

"You mean, go back to the doctor's past and find the doctor at that time?" Jack frowned and thought about the feasibility of consulting the detective's words, "What about the paradox that arises? And things are up to now, I'm afraid we have already Involved in the 'game console incident', how can we go back to the ongoing 'past'(Note 1)?"

"No, I mean go back to our normal timeline." Sherlock finally decided to fight for the "unknown number", "John Smith, the librarian of Westminster Secondary School, the doctor himself admitted that Smith had a bad relationship with him Shallow. It is very likely that it is a doctor from another timeline, but Smith has amnesia, and has no memory of the doctor, and regards the time travel that happened once as a dream."

Jack turned pale with shock: "A doctor who became a human (Note 2)? Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"In a word, is it feasible?"

"If Smith wears a blue pocket watch, he can become a doctor!"

Jack's categorical words made Sherlock's eyes light up instantly, and he stood up immediately: "Then the only problem in front of me: how to go back to 2013?"

As soon as the voice fell, the entire first floor fell silent.

Tick, tick, only the dull sound of the grandfather clock.

Suddenly, Sherlock suddenly looked up at the gate as if he had checked something, and saw two people standing at the gate at some point: one of them was wearing a brown woolen suit, a striped shirt, and a dark red bow tie, with a horse face and A pair of long legs make the whole person tall and straight; the other has long red-blond hair, a black leather coat, long straight legs, and a faint smile on his face.

"Well, good afternoon everyone. Oh, sherlock! Jack! Also, isn't this Ianto!!" Seeing that the horse-faced man had attracted everyone's attention, he bent his body slightly and clapped his hands, then spun away like a gust of wind He came in and greeted everyone, "Ahem, I heard you are looking for me?"

"Who are you?" Sherlock frowned: This attitude, this expression, could it be...?

In the next second, Jack blurted out his "could it be": "doctor!"

——"What?! Doctor?!"

The author has something to say: Note 1: When an ongoing event is in the "now", time and space travel cannot be carried out to the "past" and "present" of the ongoing event.

(Note 2) A doctor who becomes a human: The doctor has a way of extracting a part of himself (actually the part of the Time Lord, including memory) and sealing it in a blue pocket watch, turning himself into an ordinary human, but time Once it arrives, those memories will most likely appear in the form of dreams.Once the pocket watch is opened, the Time Lord can be restored.Forgot which episode of Doctor Who it was.

Thank you for the mines of cats and cats, okay?