Boyfriend Development Program

At night in London, the lights are dim.

John followed Sherlock as he ran across the slightly noisy road, across the quiet and dark alleys, and rushed to his destination—the abandoned station directly under the Parliament Building.

He has a strong figure and a firm expression.Without hesitation.

On the day of November 11th, it was daunting with a biting chill in the cold.

John, who was always afraid of the cold, felt at this moment that the hot blood rushing in his body was about to scald his limbs and bones.

Maybe the doctor's tardis made a mistake again, maybe it was the plutonium libala eating people and the game console that caused the time disorder, in short, when John and the others returned from 1869, the reality - 2013 - has passed more than two months, the time It jumped directly from August to November, and by the way, successfully skipped the scheduled wedding date. ——This made John feel a little lucky.

Still in danger for the time being, John and Mary didn't meet each other, but just sent a text message to tell her that he had returned safely and would date again in a few days.As for the wedding date buried in the torrent of time, John didn't mention it, and Mary naturally didn't ask either.

...When the danger is over and everything is back to normal, he must be telling Mary about the cancellation of the wedding.

John has made a decision in his heart: he has already understood in the mirror that getting married will not benefit Mary at all, so why continue this mistake?What's more, his own death is already doomed.

The cold wind whistled past his ears, hitting John's face head-on.

There were also fine shreds of rain, which were sparse and messy, which made the little man tremble all over.

John turned his face to look at Sherlock, the man's pale and handsome face looked extraordinarily charming under the smudged light. Sherlock was keenly aware of John's gaze, pursed his lips and smiled at him, the corner of the windbreaker drew an elegant arc in the air, and disappeared into the corner.

John quickened his pace and followed, the sharp rise of adrenaline clearly showed a fact: he loves it. —loved the thrill of following Sherlock through London, loved the throbbing of the blood thumping, loved competing against danger with his good roommate.Yes, he loves them.

Bill Wiggins told them a name before he died: Sebastian Moran.

Lord Moran, hereditary aristocrat, Minister of Overseas Development, member of Parliament... His status is extremely distinguished.

There is another layer of unknown identity——"the remnants of Moriarity." John recalled Sherlock's low-pitched words before, "he has always been cautious, and there are almost no clues." He still clearly remembers his good roommate coldly snorting With a voice that was half mocking and half appreciative: "After all, he is a subordinate of 'Consulting Crime'."

Yes, Billwiggins, the young man who carried a huge game console on his body and was used to distort time, is dead.

……

Three days ago, 221b.

John sat passively on the exclusive sofa, while Sherlock stared at the photo wall and thought about something intently.

Time passed minute by minute, so long that John unconsciously began to recall the past——Cardiff in 1869.

Suddenly, Sherlock seemed to have noticed something, jumped off the coffee table, grabbed the scarf and coat and ran outside.

"John, follow up!" There was a distant voice of command.

John paused, and quickly jumped up from the sofa.

After a 15-minute drive, they came to a drug addict colony on the outskirts of London.

After walking a few steps, they saw the brown-red wooden door open from a distance, revealing a faintly fallen figure.

Sherlock's face changed, and he ran towards the wooden door in three steps at a time: "Damn it! You're late!"

"Billwiggins?" John's expression also changed. ——In the taxi, Sherlock had already explained the previous situation to him clearly.

Facts have proved that Sherlock Holmes is still the very clever consulting detective, and his interpretation has not degraded because of a trip to time and space: behind the wooden door, a scruffy young man fell to the ground with a pale complexion, his teeth clenched, and unconscious.

There was a decadent smell in the air. John frowned and looked around, then looked at the young man lying on the ground, rolled the latter's eyelids, probed the young man's breathing and major arteries, and shook his head: "It is already in a near-death state."

"Bill! Bill?!" Sherlock squatted, rhythmically patting the young man's pale face.

John took out his mobile phone and dialed 120, frowning and trying to stop his good roommate's actions: "Sherlock, it's no use for you to do this! He'll just—" The little man stopped abruptly, because he saw that the young man really She was woken from the brink of fainting by Sherlock.

"Sherlock..." The young man struggled to prop up his upper body, he looked at John, forced a smile, and then spit out some words intermittently——Sherlock gave the former a hand in time to make the former move more freely, " You... come back... come..."

"How could you? Who is it..." Sherlock's gray-green eyes scanned Bill up and down like X-rays, and suddenly cut off the conversation, "Game console?"

"Yes...yes...my mission...cough...completed...mission...but not...completed..."

There were some coughs in the young man's words, which made his tone weaker.As he spoke, his body gradually became thinner.Yes, it is thin, and you can even see the solid gray-brown concrete floor below him through the thinned and transparent body of the young man!Youth at this time looks like a candle in the wind, which may go out at any time. John couldn't bear to see such a scene, but he also knew that Bill's words were the key to resolving the crisis. In the end, he could only turn his head and resist Sherlock's movement.

"Game console! I knew it! This way of death can only happen under the damn game console!" Sherlock's expressionless face suddenly turned ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and shouted word by word, "Give you the game console." ...No, who is the person who secretly instructed you to touch the game console? A name! Tell me the name!"

"moran." The young man's body became more and more transparent, and the curly-haired man frowned——he could even feel the body of the Bill he was supporting became lighter and lighter, until he could hardly feel the weight at all." sebastian moran."

Sherlock let go of Bill.

The youth has completely disappeared into the air, with those pale golden, almost transparent halos.

"You already guessed it?" John asked suspiciously, looking at the luster in Sherlock's eyes.

"Moran?" Sherlock glanced at him and stood up, "Of course. Six of them and five of them behaved very normally. If one of them behaves suspiciously, it indicates that something is going to happen."

John followed Sherlock out, and gently closed the brown-red door, as if hiding a secret that was destined not to be seen.

"Something?" John walked quickly, following the curly-haired man's footsteps.

"Markers, agents, and lower-level people, they are all my rats." Sherlock explained to him expressionlessly, his gray-green eyes stained with the dusk of the afternoon, and became heavy and transparent, "and Moran, he is also mine The mouse. The biggest mouse. Now the mouse is out of the hole, john."

……

Until today, John didn't know what Sherlock meant by "rat out of the hole".

On a certain platform on Sumatra Road that was closed before it was in operation, a certain train successfully unloaded a carriage, and Moran, who got on the train at Westminster, never appeared on the terminal Stjames Park.The station is located directly below the Houses of Parliament.

On November 11, the "New Anti-Terrorism Bill" was voted on, and the parliament was held overnight. As a member of the nobles of the parliament, Moran did not show up from beginning to end.

On the dark, abandoned platform.

There was silence all around, only the footsteps of John and Sherlock echoed on the track.

"Ohmygod, dynamite packs." The faint light of John's flashlight fell on the wall coldly, and his attention was robbed by the densely displayed dynamite packs one by one, "No, for God's sake, it's the dynamite wall !"

Sherlock's gaze followed John's scans, and then directly swept the light of the flashlight to the surroundings: it was empty, without the imaginary train carriages.

Frowning tightly, the helpless consulting detective can only walk and explore, while calming down and using the power of the thinking palace.After a while, he seemed to have grasped something, and a flash of light flashed in his mind: "John, come with me!"

"Have you found the carriage?" John hurriedly followed.

Not long after, the object that came into view answered John's question for Sherlock——the disappearing seventh carriage.

Pushing open the door of the carriage, it turned out to be the most unusual train carriage, so common that even John found it unusual.

Sure enough, after Sherlock explored for a while, one explosive package after another appeared in front of the two of them.

"The carriage itself was the bomb."

5Heriock lifted a wooden floor of the carriage, revealing the countdown bomb inside.He raised his head, because he was half squatting, so John could clearly see the obscurity flashing in the eyes of the curly-haired man—"j0hn, we are standing in the middle of the bomb."