Boyfriend Development Program

Chapter 6 Weird game console

In the gorgeously decorated and empty room, John and his psychiatrist Hannibal sat opposite each other.The curtains stitched together in crimson and beige were opened wide, and warm sunlight poured in, illuminating every inch of gloom and silence in the room.

"John, have you often 'seen' Mr. Holmes lately?" Finally, Hannibal broke the silence.

"No, no." John leaned back against the sofa, and answered after a while, "It's not just Sherlock."

"Not only?" Hannibal seemed intrigued by the word.He straightened his body and leaned forward to John, "What else did you see?"

"I didn't see it." John hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to confess, "I think I might have...uh, a split personality."

"Split personality? You mean you realize you have a dual personality?"

"It's not..." John frowned, "Recently, I have been habitually falling into the conversation mode with Sherlock. Then I soon realized that this situation was wrong. Oh, yes, my God, I have to admit , I suspect that I have such a tendency.”

"John, you are too anxious." Hannibal replied, "This is not a split personality, it should be a type of schizophrenia. You miss Sherlock too much, and you have mental hallucinations, and even role-playing. There is nothing to doubt about it, Can only be suppressed with drugs, and given your vehement rejection of drugs, I think we'll have to talk about something else. What else do you want to tell me?"

"A game console." John replied.

"Game console?" Hannibal paused and asked quickly.

"Yes." John said, "I received a package the day before yesterday. When I opened it, I found it was a game console, and it was broken. At first I thought it was someone's prank, er, you know, there was someone , I mean there are always these people around everyone, who love to joke around. Then the next day, I found out that the console booted itself."

"Self-start?" Hannibal continued to ask, "You mean you didn't touch the game console, it turned on by itself?"

"Yes, that's it." John licked his lips and was silent for a while before speaking again.He thought about his words, trying to use the most appropriate words to express what he saw in the past few days, "The screen of the game console stayed on 'wele' when it was automatically turned on, until I said something like how to play , the picture changed. A beautiful woman appeared in it, and she could speak. God, I can be sure that those words came from her mouth. Yes, I am sure. She let me choose the gameplay, and finally sent me into the In the game. These are not the main points, the most important thing is the game! "Boyfriend Development Project". Yes, I think I remember correctly, this is it. I read the game introduction, it said that sherlock has become smaller, let me take advantage of it This opportunity will make him a boyfriend."——Also said that my desires are fulfilled for me.John didn't say that.

"Cultivating a boyfriend? It's an interesting idea." Hannibal gave John a meaningful look, then relaxed his body that had been tense before, and leaned against the back of the sofa. Confused, he paused, and then explained: "I mean, the game console is associated with Sherlock?"

"No, I think it's probably a different hallucination." John licked his lips again, "Well, to be honest, I don't know if it's an hallucination."

"How to say?"

"Before the game console disappeared, Sherlock's brother came to see me." The little man moved his body awkwardly, as if adjusting his sitting position, "He brought a man, um, his nephew. Well, I admit it ,Their."

Hannibal nodded, with a slight smile on his face: "Hearing what you said, it's not hard to imagine that child is very similar to Sherlock."

"Like, yes. Oh god, yes, very much like, exactly the same. Well, I mean in one way, they're not much different." John stammered, trying to get his psychiatrist to Understand what he's talking about, - although Seamus and Sherlock are fucking similar, but he clearly understands that they are not the same person, "As a doctor, I have to sigh, the horror of genetics."

"But are genes really that scary?" Hannibal quietly listened to the little man's words, and said, "John, I used to be a doctor too. At least according to my limited knowledge, there are very few genes that can be as similar as this." kind of degree."

"Very rarely." John muttered, "That is to say, there is indeed such a possibility."

"Yes." Hannibal agreed with John.He got up, went to the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of red wine and two glasses in front of him.He filled the glass with wine, walked slowly in front of the other party, handed one of the glasses to John, and said with a smile, "Have a glass of wine?"

"Thank you. But—" Before John could finish his sentence, his psychiatrist continued with a smile: "But you're not used to drinking while you're at the doctor?"

"Sorry." He shrugged, apologetic, "You know, damn professionalism."

John put the wine glass on the tea table beside him, his expression became more and more weary.He didn't take sleeping pills last night, as he expected, he only slept lightly for more than three hours.Finally got a little drowsy, and was awakened by seamus' violin sound again in the morning.Of course, he had to admit that the Holmes family seemed to be musically gifted.Those musical notes permeating the boy's fingertips, as well as those dancing lights, made him unable to arouse his anger when he was woken up.If he heard it right, it should be Massenet's "Meditation" - he had never heard Sherlock play this piece.

Looking at the red wine on the coffee table, Hannibal frowned calmly: the little man in front of him was very stubborn, at least much more stubborn than he appeared on the surface.Maybe it's because of the military doctor, he has a strong self-discipline, every time he tries to get the other person to drink or stay for dinner, he is pushed away by that person without a trace.If it is not possible for the other party to know the truth, Hannibal will suspect that the other party knows what the raw materials of these ingredients are.But that's more of a challenge, isn't it?Thoughts in his mind turned wildly, but there was no expression on his face.Smiling and not forcing himself, he sat back in his seat before continuing to ask: "You seem to be in a bad mood. What happened after that?"

John paused, then squeezed a smile: "Nothing happened."

Those feelings lingering in his heart, those ravings lingering between his teeth, those desires lingering in the darkness... John knew that there were some secrets that could only rot in the bottom of his heart without a gleam of light.

"John, you have to be honest."

"I've always been honest."

"Not frank enough. But people do it, so there's nothing wrong with it." Hannibal took a deep breath of the red wine in his glass, and took another sip.Feeling the lubricating liquid flowing from his mouth into his throat and then into his stomach, he exhaled a long breath of foul air.The corners of his lips raised in an elegant arc, and he spoke again, with a hidden sharpness in his eyes, "John, I think subconsciously, you are talking to your 'id' (Note 1). However, your' Ego' realizes that this is not right again, trying to regain the initiative and reach the state of 'Superego' with the help of morality. But obviously, your 'Id' is too strong, it starts to appear in the form of frequent hallucinations, and succeeds Suppresses your 'ego' and your morals."

"I am?" He swallowed with difficulty, and under Hannibal's few profiling words, John almost felt suffocated when he was defeated. ——As a doctor, even if he didn't specialize in psychology, under the influence of psychologists for so many years, he has dabbled in it more or less.Naturally, he clearly understands the conception of the "three grids" of the famous Freud's spiritual theory.

"In short, desire." Hannibal looked at John with a half-smile, and slowly added fuel to the fire, "People are always reluctant to be honest about their desires. John, you are no exception." He paused There was a pause, as if giving the other party time to digest, "John, your hallucinations come from your desire. Your desire for Sherlock."

John looked up, looking at his therapist in shock.

The deepest secrets in my heart were ripped open, exposed, and exposed naked to the sun.For a moment, he thought he was back in those years in Afghanistan.The scorching summer light reflected down unobstructed, and the trance of being exposed to the sun and the weakness of long-term dehydration swept his body and mind.Leaving, leaving, all the cells in his body are clamoring to escape...

However, it cannot.

Exhausting the remaining strength of his body, John forcibly suppressed this impulse.However, his slightly trembling body still exposed his inner unrest.

"Don't be nervous, John. Under the non-disclosure agreement, you never have to worry about your secrets being leaked out of my mouth." Hannibal clearly noticed the change in John, and the curvature of his lips became more and more graceful: So, manipulating people's hearts is the same as Just like choosing ingredients, it is also a pleasing thing.Wasn't it for this reason that I gave up my job as a doctor and chose a psychiatrist?

"Thank you." John relaxed slightly.

Hannibal took another sip of the red wine, subtly hiding his expression in the glass.

"John, have you ever thought that maybe your subconscious mind has confused your timeline?" Hannibal put down his glass and asked gently, "You long for Sherlock too much, don't deny it, just happened to meet Sherlock again. Like seamus, so your "self" made a game console for you, and the illusion distorted the reason why seamus appeared. And your "self" came out to refute it with the help of reason and morality, so that your "self" I've been repressed for a while, and the manifestation in consciousness is that the game console is gone. However, your 'id' is too strong, and it will still appear one day."

"It?" John took it hesitantly, "You mean the game console?"

"Yes, the game console." Hannibal smiled gently.

After a pause, John asked with the last glimmer of hope: "There is no solution?"

"Unless you can quit your desire for Sherlock." Hannibal's eyes were burning, and that gaze seemed to have the magic power to see through people's hearts, "otherwise it will exist forever."

The sun seemed to be dazzling at this moment, sparing no effort to spray in through the windows.

As if he couldn't bear the light, John closed his eyes weakly.