Boyfriend Development Program

221b.

The small living room is extremely narrow due to the piled up materials.

John sat on the sofa, watching his good roommate busy: for a while, he bowed down and typed on the computer with a dignified expression, and for a while, he jumped into the pile of books with agility and impatiently flipped the pages , After a while, I pasted the things I sorted out on the wall to the wall.

The little man stared at it for a while, then suddenly, as if he had just woken up from a dream, he smiled and shook his head.He looked at the kitchen, then at Sherlock, and finally stood up hesitantly.

Sunlight poured in from the open windows, illuminating the photo clippings all over the wall and dispelling all the haze in the house.

Sherlock stood in front of the wall, staring at the photo in front of him without moving - it was a very gentlemanly man looking forward to the moment when he crossed the road.He looked at it, put his palms together on his chin, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.Motionless, like a pale sculpture.The warm light shone on the detective's curly hair, and his pale cheeks and high cheekbones were clearly reflected by a few halos, while those gray-green eyes were stained with transparent obscurity.

John, who was holding a cup of coffee, saw this scene the moment he left the kitchen door.

His footsteps stagnated involuntarily, and he felt an inexplicable emotion sweeping through his chest, which became more and more turbulent and desolate, engulfing him from bottom to top.Closing his eyes, John let go of his clenched lower lip, and came to Sherlock's side with a calm expression: "Sherlock."

The consulting detective turned back expressionlessly, his gray-green eyes catching the small man's figure.

"Uh," John laughed, avoiding Sherlock's sharp gaze unnaturally, and passed the coffee in his hand to his good roommate as if nothing had happened, "Black coffee. No sugar added."

The curly-haired man glanced at John: "Thank you."

He took the coffee from the little man's hand, hesitated for a moment, and took a sip anyway, then put it on the coffee table behind him, and looked at the photos solemnly. John raised the corners of his lips, wanted to laugh but finally just moved his lips. ——Of course the little man wouldn't tell Sherlock, he was drinking coffee in a very perfunctory manner at this time, as if he was only doing a task.

Holding his own coffee, the little man sat back on his sofa dejectedly, lowering his head as if studying the liquid in the cup - black coffee, no sugar added, exclusive to Sherlock's taste.

Since his return from Cardiff in 1869, he had accepted the fact that the collapse of the consoles was irreversible, and that his own end... death could not be contained.

Thinking about it, John's thoughts easily returned to Cardiff in 1869...

1869 years.

Teacher John Watson's house, first floor.

"Hey! I heard you are looking for me?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the uninvited man in front of them, watching him greet everyone familiarly, with different expressions.

Sherlock looked at Jack coldly: "OK, doctor. I need an explanation. It's obvious."

"When encountering a situation where he has to die, the doctor can start a new journey through rebirth." Jack organized his words, "The one you met before was the 10th doctor, and this is the 11th (Note 1) , As for the female companion beside me... sorry, this is also the first time I have seen it."

"Amy." The doctor drew an arc with his toes as the center, pointed at the woman who walked beside him, and introduced, "ameliapond."

Amy showed a slight dimple when she smiled: "Nice to meet you."

"Uh, nice to meet you." John couldn't help but look at Amy's legs—the length made him a little speechless, "I'm John Watson, and the one next to me is Sherloes. As for—"

John was about to introduce them one by one, but Sherlock's icy eyes made him shut his mouth involuntarily, and awkwardly moved his gaze away from Amy's legs.

Sherlock snorted coldly, and looked at the doctor with an unfriendly expression: "Can your tardis break through your own timeline?"

"Well..." The doctor sat down on the other side of Sherlock, the protracted tone and the close distance made the consulting detective frown in displeasure, but he didn't make any movement, "I can't."

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

"Okay doctor, if you keep talking, you really can't go back!" Amy reminded helplessly.

"That's right!" The doctor stood up with a face of approval, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention, "Hurry up, everyone move!"

"Where are you going?" Daniel, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

The doctor put on Sherlock's shoulders, looking like a good brother. "Oh, I'll take you to meet the final boss." Hearing Daniel's question, he waved his hands without looking back, "Follow up!"

John looked at the two faces in front of him with a strange expression, and couldn't help measuring the length with his naked eyes. At the same time as he came to a conclusion, the corners of his eyes twitched a few times.

Sherlock: "No imagination!"

John coughed and suppressed the smile on his lips.

……

Half an hour later, a group of people (including Sam and Dean, oh Jesus, John will never forget the embarrassment on their faces when they went downstairs under Jack's mischievous gaze) came to a house.

Sneed's house, it is said that Dickens also followed the traces of the old woman before, and he was visiting here secretly at this time. ——well, why don't you believe a Time Lord's words?

"Dong dong dong."

After knocking three times, the door opened, and a maid-like figure appeared inside.

"Gwen!" Jack couldn't help blurting out!And Ianto beside him also looked shocked.

"Sorry, sir?" The maid looked at Jak suspiciously, "But I don't think I know you guys. And my name is gwyh, not gwen as you said."

"Jack, it's not the Gwen you know." The doctor paused, and finally decided to clarify, "Anyway, you have to know after you go back, let's put it this way, it's like a line, a line that runs through the 21st century and the 19th century. "

As soon as Sherlock realized something, the light in his eyes stabbed fiercely at the maid: "The successful extension of the time rift, including the weeping angel, is all due to this woman?"

The doctor shrugged: "You can say that."

Despite being confused, Gwyh still followed Sneed's instructions, and replied sternly: "Sir, I don't know what you are talking about, but Mr. Sneed said that there are no visitors."

Sherlock found something wrong with the whole house just by scanning it: it was gloomy and chilling. ——On this cold snowy day, the house is still warm outside... Hey!interesting!At the end of his vision, the consulting detective can even see a faint blue gas wandering: "If you don't let us in, the ghost will swallow everyone. You, me, him, everyone."

"Okay then, come in." Gwyh thought for a while, gritted his teeth and finally opened the door.

Sherlock rushed in first.

John followed closely and asked loudly, "What should we do next?"

"Weak point, find the weakest point of the house! Time and space rifts are erected on the weak point!" The doctor replied in a deep voice, looking back at the maid who followed in a hurry, "Where is the weakest point of this house?"

Before Gwyh could answer, Sherlock suddenly planned her thinking: "In the innermost part! There is no doubt about it!"

——As a consulting detective, his good roommate doesn't need any unprofessional answers from the master!

Looking at the doctor's interested eyes, John smiled with pride.

"Who are you guys? Why did you break in? Gwyh?!"

Sneed heard the noise here, and ran out of the reception room suddenly. When he saw Sherlock who looked like robbers, his face twisted for a while, and he shouted.

John sharply noticed that it was Dickens who was following Sneed.

Gwyh replied cautiously: "Sir, they said there is a way to deal with those ghosts."

"What ghost? Ridiculous!" Sneed calmed down after his face was twisted to the extreme, "Hurry up and see off the guests!"

"I'm sorry, sir, Mr. Sneed asked you to go out." In desperation, gwyh could only prepare to see off the guests.

Sherlock's expression became more and more icy, those words were like the howling cold wind in December, whistling in this slightly cold corridor: "Dickens, you saw it, didn't you! In your theater! That old woman! Are you ready to indulge like this? Ha! Very good! Everyone will die in Cardiff!"

As he spoke, the detective's pupils froze. With the deduction mode wide open, he had successfully discovered more and more blue gas gathered around him.He let out a sneer, and all the anxiety faded from his voice: "Oh dear ghosts, you have come out, look! These are the ghosts who are about to devour your lives!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone realized that something was wrong!

Looking as far as the eye can see, in just a few minutes, the number of ghosts in this house has more than doubled!

"Quickly get out of the way!" At the critical moment, Amy's aura still frightened Sneed, who hesitantly got out of the way of the body blocking the passage.Immediately, Amy looked at the man with curly hair: "Quick! Sherlock, you lead the way!"

The consulting detective snorted coldly, turned around and ran deeper into the corridor.

On the spot, Sneed and Dickens looked at each other and followed.

After a while, a group of people came to the mortuary, and soon realized that what Sherlock said was true: the yin energy in this room is probably the heaviest place in the whole house.In other words, [-]% of this place is where the space-time rift is located.

"A lot of game consoles! I can feel the existence of game consoles!"

"That's the lost console! Oh my god, this is the day we've all been waiting for!"

"And our mother, sisters, mother did not break her promise, she came to pick us up!"

……

In the sky, strands of blue gas converged into a human shape, and it opened its teeth and claws above everyone.

The most of them were in front of John, several of them gathered densely, looking like they wanted to approach but were afraid of approaching.

The situation is in shambles!

The author has something to say: (Note 1) No. 11: I arranged according to the method before the 50th anniversary, and after the 50th anniversary... I don't even know how to arrange it.

Now think about what you wrote.It really doesn't feel like writing material...