Boyfriend Development Program

Chapter 41 Abigail Hobbs

After one o'clock in the morning, the empty Bartz Hospital.

The moonlight fell coldly, covering the earth with a charming color.At this time, the world seems to be frightened even by the wind, stagnant to almost static.In London in the early morning, most people are already in a sweet sleep, only a small number of men and women are crazily getting drunk on the streets.And the huge building was pitch black, only the lights in the duty room were shining brightly, opening up a trance.

The figures of two young people appeared at the entrance of the silent Bartz Hospital. After looking around furtively, seeing no one noticed the two, they looked at each other, nodded, and flashed in the next second. Entrance.

The figure disappeared suddenly, agile like a big bird in the dark night. ——This shows how familiar the two of them are with this "business".

"Papa papa", the sound of fine footsteps one after another.The two held a flashlight each, and the faint blue light barely illuminated the way ahead.

The corridor is very quiet, no, more precisely dead silence.In addition, the closer you got to the morgue, the lower the surrounding temperature became. Against the sound of the two people's footsteps and the light of the flashlight, a gloomy atmosphere emerged spontaneously.

As if the atmosphere was unbearable, a subdued—but still easily audible—voice suddenly sounded, breaking the dead silence: "Is the word of the woman I met in the coffee shop reliable?"

"You mean Molly?" The other voice seemed a little low, and quickly continued, "She is the forensic doctor here, and the registration of corpses must be done through her hands, so there is no mistake."

"...molly?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the previous voice, "I always feel that your ability to strike up conversations is getting better and better, and you are so intimate that you can call them by name in just a few minutes, tsk, maybe in a few hours you will You can announce the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend."

Hearing the mockery in the other party's voice, the footsteps in front stopped, and he turned around abruptly.The light from the flashlight hit his face unexpectedly, causing him to cover it with his hand.Under this strong light, the young man who fell behind and spoke sarcasm could clearly see the expression on the face of the man in front of him—his older brother Dean: unbelievable mixed with fleeting complex and Obscure, finally fixed as calm.He saw the man turn his face to avoid the strong light, shrugged his shoulders and replied indifferently: "It's very likely."

"Tch!"—an irresponsible answer as always!

A nameless fire suddenly burst into his heart, and in the next second, Sam punched the wall next to him in anger, and there was a "bang", echoing dullly in the corridor.

Dean frowned, and the flashlight couldn't help sweeping towards the beaten wall, his eyes darkened, and he yelled suspiciously: "Sam?"

——God knows why he would suddenly abuse himself in a good way!It's almost as if emotions are out of control at all!

"It's nothing." Sam's heart trembled, and he replied calmly (as for how much of a pretense there is, only he himself knows).

"Then let's move on." Dean's eyes were glued to Sam's face for a while, he turned around and continued walking, "The morgue is just ahead."

The faint blue light swept over the wooden door, giving off a chill.

Dean quickened his pace subconsciously, as if trying to avoid throwing something away.

……

A morgue in the wee hours of the morning is always the worst place to be, especially when you have to stare at a hideous corpse with the faint glow of a flashlight.

Sam glanced at the corpse, then at the surrounding environment, and said in a tone of impatience, "Hurry up and finish your work and leave, I don't want to spend the night with a corpse."

"Just a moment." Dean fiddled with the electromagnetic radiator in his hand without looking back, moving the instrument in his mouth up and down compared to the corpse, perfunctory, "Soon."

After a while, a sharp and hoarse "sizzling" sound pierced the thin air.

Almost at the same moment, the red light at the top lit up, fell into the darkness, and fainted a circle of light and weird red.

"Sure enough..." Dean muttered to himself.

Sam frowned, looking at the dead gray corpse: "So, so is Jack the Ripper?"

"Actually, I had already predicted the result when I was chasing him." Dean calmly retracted the gesture device, "Now it's just to confirm the conclusion."

Sam knew what Dean was talking about earlier—

The moonlight is cold, the dark alley entrance.

A tall man held a short man in his arms and kissed intimately.

The blurred light elongated the figures of the two, and blended with the ambiguity in the darkness, sinking and floating.

Almost at the same time, a mutation protruded on this side, and the eyes of the two people hidden in the opposite corner moved to the instrument they were holding: the red light of the electromagnetic radiator suddenly weakened, and flickered one after another, like It's the wiring that went wrong.

...However, as Dean's favorite work, the right-hand man to detect ghosts, how can the electromagnetic radiator be easily wrong?

"The breath has weakened?" Dean slapped the instrument for a while, frowning and concluded.

Sam looked at the two who were kissing deeply, hesitated for a moment: "You mean...John...?"

"Well, as for the one over there." Dean raised his jaw, pointed to the other side of the alley, and lowered his voice, "It's too far away to observe."

"Then why did John's breath weaken?" Sam was puzzled, "The possessed thing left?"

"It's just weakened, and maybe a part of it remains on him." Dean pondered for a moment, and soon doubts flooded his mind again, "But what is the reason for it to leave? What is it—possession, that thing shouldn’t leave easily, right?”

There was silence all around, and there was no answer.After a while, the sound of stagnant footsteps sounded again.

——The man suspected of being "Jack the Ripper" has left!

Glancing at each other, Sam and Dean quickly followed, trying to find the opportunity to detect the man.

It's a pity that the plan can never keep up with the changes. On the way, the man was followed by another man (they later learned that the latter's name was Jack, who seemed to be the leader of a mysterious organization), and then the former was about to kill a prostitute. The two who were subdued by the latter and then kissed also arrived at the scene, and then even Scotland Yard and the mysterious organization came. Now they knew that it was completely hopeless, and they had to sneak into the morgue in the middle of the night to test. After all, within 3 hours after a person dies, traces of the presence of evil spirits can still be detected (Note 1).

Yes, Jack the Ripper is dead. Just as Scotland Yard was about to escort him into the police van, he foamed at the mouth and convulsed to death in full view of everyone.

He died inexplicably, without any warning, let alone the cause, almost suddenly. Even the man (Dean stubbornly called Sherlock as "that man") just pursed his lips and left without saying a word.

……

The sound of text messages and exaggerated vibrations brought the two of them back to their thoughts in an instant.

A line of words came into view: Abigail Hobbs will be arrested on Marylebone Road in 15 minutes. —sh

"Well, that man again?" Dean leaned over with great interest, "15 minutes? Shall we rush over there?"

"What good will happen to Sherlock!" Sam replied angrily.

"Tsk tsk tsk, every time I see that man, I mean the one in normal time, I can't help but go up and study it." Dean shrugged, "What kind of person would make it difficult for me all day long? Or the one in the future? Dismantle this platform every day?"—Oh, I forgot to mention that the one who has been in touch with them is Sherlock a year later.

"If you don't die, you won't die." Sam rolled his eyes, "Clean up and hurry up."

"Wait." Dean shifted his gaze to the corpse again, "Look around, see if there is 'that'."

"No, not even a similar tattoo. I didn't find 'that' when I searched before." Sam paused, glanced at the time, and urged, "We should go."

Nodding, the two quickly restored the body to its original state, and soon disappeared at the door again.

The morgue was quiet, and the darkness suppressed their whereabouts.

……

Marylebone Road (Note 2).

Several police detectives were escorting a woman with long dark red hair from a tall building to a police car on the side of the road.

Sam looked at Detective Inspector Lestrade who was standing aside dutifully and with a serious expression: "It's so late at night, Scotland Yard is really dedicated."

Dean put the electromagnetic radiator with a flashing red light in front of Sam: "It is certain that Abigail Hobbs is indeed involved."

The two brothers watched the police car roaring away in silence.

"Okay, it's time for us to go back." Sam said calmly.

"Exactly." Dean agreed.

The two walked back slowly along the street, and soon passed a brown-haired man with a mournful expression.

After the unconscious glance, somehow, Sam subconsciously looked back at him again.

"Sam?" Dean's voice brought back his hesitant sanity.Twitching the corner of his mouth, Sam quickly walked a few steps to catch up with his brother: "Did you notice that just now...?"

Soon, the instrument with a bright red light appeared in front of him again, Sam swallowed the next words, and said "Sure enough" in his heart.

The two kept stepping, and their figures gradually moved away.

"Recently, this kind of aura has become more and more common in London." Sam stared at the red light, "Instead, the aura from the source is gradually weakening."

Dean looked up at the increasingly silent sky, and said with a heavy tone, "It means that 'it' can't wait to cast a wide net and catch fish deep."

——Things will eventually go towards a more and more complicated trend, out of control.

The author has something to say: (Note 1) After all, within 3 hours after a person dies, traces of the presence of evil spirits can still be detected: this phenomenon is a scumbag author's nonsense... [Dianwax]

(Note 2) maryleboneroad: I won't say that I just found a street randomly... As for why it coincides with a domestic violence spot in s301, well, do you believe me when I say it's a coincidence?

Kaka Kaka killed me! ! ! ! What is the speed of writing 2 in 1500 and a half hours! ! !Breaking a record low... I really want to die... Let me die... Love gives me motivation...

ps. I watched s301 yesterday, and I felt a little disappointed. Maybe it’s because the expectations were too high, and there were too many comedies... In short, I’m very happy to see Juanfu =v=, I revised the outline according to the plot of the new season, then The plot is more exciting, please don't go away! 【←Advertising, go to shi!

As for the image of Mary may be different from the original drama, after all, Mary hadn’t appeared when I wrote this article, okay?