[Comprehensive] My sister, made in China

I live on an island in the sea.

On the tall ivory tower, forever, looking out the window.

The darker blue sky is filled with sadness and desolation.

The increasingly restless sea surface seemed to be about to burst into a huge wave and swallow me alive.

Yellow beard, red beard...

I am the lost one.

Who will come for the lost.

Old beech, deep below.

……

A riddle, a poem, flying far to the other side of the sea.

She sat quietly on the bed, closed her eyes tightly, as if hiding in the center of the world, but there was nothing to hide.

For a long time, she hugged her arms tightly and pulled her brain, when she opened her eyes.

at a loss.

"anyone there?"

"where is this place?"

In the empty room, there is only a small bed. The most eye-catching thing is the button next to the head of the bed. It is bright red, as if... the temptation from the devil.

"anyone there?"

In the small space, she could hear her own echo, which made her subconsciously shrink her neck and frowned.

"Do you need any help?"

The sound came from nowhere, startled her and hid in the quilt staggeringly, a calf accidentally kicked the red button in a panic, and there was a sudden sizzling sound, which made her dizzy and trembling all over her body stand up.

Oulos wrapped the quilt around her body tighter, imagining that she might be a turtle, retracting into her hard shell.

Maybe she is a tortoise herself, and thinking about it like this seems to make her feel a lot better.

It didn't take long for a man in an army green coat to rush in. He was huge, wearing armor, and holding an electric baton in his hand, making a "sizzling" sound from time to time.

He was very "polite" standing three feet away from her.

"What's the matter with you?"

She grabbed her quilt fiercely, breathed desperately, and twitched continuously all over her body, as if she would die of foaming at the mouth in a second.

"Are you all right?"

Frowning, the man tentatively approached the bed, raised the electric baton in his hand, and finally tore the quilt away vigorously with his other hand.

That girl was like a tiger dealing with a foreign enemy. When the enemy was unprepared, she bit his neck fiercely.

Her eyes were as red as blood, and her ferocious face looked like a prisoner in distress.

"Help!"

The middle-aged man shouted: "Come on!"

The siren sounded, and several glaring red lights appeared in the whole room. His fierce eyes froze, and he was stunned by the electric baton before he could come to his senses.

His long black hair was as thick as ink, his dark pupils were hollow and hesitant, like the abyss of hell, and there was a faint smell of blood at the corner of his mouth, permeating the room full of the smell of disinfectant.

When she woke up, she found that she had changed to a new "bedroom", with the same small white bed as before, but it was a little bigger than before.

Outside the window was a big green tree, if she judged correctly, it should be a sycamore tree.From time to time, the breeze blows, and the leaves shake and make a "sizzling" sound, accompanied by the sound of "chirping" birdsong.

"Thank you very much for informing me of the situation of my sister-in-law in time."

A very imposing man gently shook hands with the dean and the attending physician, with a very formal look, but the expression on his face was not as grateful as what he said, and the fat on his cheeks trembled from time to time, but he was not at all grateful. I don't think it's funny.

"This transfer...does it not comply with the rules?"

The dean looked at the distinguished gentleman in front of him with some hesitation, obviously he was very afraid that this transfer would harm his own interests.

"Don't worry, Dean Ed. As long as Great Britain and His Majesty exist in this world, this matter is reasonable."

Apparently, the status of this gentleman is already honorable enough to represent a country, and the dean heaved a long sigh of relief after getting his guarantee.

"That is very much appreciated, Mr. Holmes."

"Then let's talk about business."

Holmes glanced at the female nurse next to him meaningfully, but it was obvious that their IQ could not understand the meaning of this gentleman very well, until a few strong men who were similar to bodyguards took several "irrelevant" personnel and treated them very "politely" After the evacuation went out.

The dean tensed up, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped off the sweat he didn't have.

"In fact, since yesterday, she has become abnormal, and she even almost killed a Sherin Ford police officer."

There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "I can't think that a big man wearing a giant helmet can still be bitten to death by a weak rabbit."

It was a metaphorical sarcasm, and Dean Ed obviously heard it very clearly, which made him deeply aware not to play any tricks with this big man, maybe he had seen the video of that night before coming here.

"She scratched me yesterday morning."

The lady with yellow hair couldn't help but interjected.

She was wearing a white coat and was an escort for the patient.But at this moment, Dean Ed is very regretful, why didn't he suggest to Mr. Holmes to "isolate" this stupid woman.

The dean gave her a blank look, his face was a little stiff, he pushed his thick glasses, and said with a smile: "Except that I was a little emotional this morning, I was very well-behaved during the inspection."

"Of course, the results of the physical examination are quite good, it's just..."

The man frowned subconsciously, apparently very dissatisfied with the dean's hesitation.

"I think you'd better visit Miss Olos in person."

The man nodded, glanced at the assistant next to him, then turned his head to the escort who interrupted just now and said, "Beautiful lady, I apologize to you for my sister's rude behavior, and my assistant will talk to you about it in detail. your compensation."

The lady nodded excitedly, as if she didn't realize how unprofessional it was to complain about a patient in front of a patient's family.

"Now I want to be alone with my poor sister, so remove those cameras and recording equipment, thank you."

It was obviously a request, but he had a natural look on his face. His figure was fat, not clumsy, but it made people feel awed from the bottom of his heart. His eyes were sharp, and his words were calm, as if everything was in his hands. In control.

The birds outside the window are chirping in the trees, and the weather in London at noon today is very good.

And such fine weather could not make the most famous doctor in this hospital feel comfortable physically and mentally. The biggest reason for this was entirely because of the lady who was sent from Sherringford yesterday, Olos Holmes.

Oulos nestled on the bed and looked at the book in her hand quietly, without turning a page for half an hour.

This book is her reward.

For a whole morning, she was played around by strangers like a real doll, the so-called physical examination, laboratory tests, and brain scans...

They knew she was a sick guy.

They even knew her name, Oloise Holmes.

Knowing her name obviously made her less panic about losing her memory, and it also facilitated the inspection by the medical staff.

Olos opened the book obediently, and looked at each story in it carefully, as if tasting an exquisite snack, and these snacks always gave her some unexpected ideas.

"Long Hair Princess"

A beautiful princess, she was trapped on a high tower deep in the forest, waiting day after day for a prince riding a white horse to come here to rescue her.

……

In the end, the princess and the prince lived a happy life.

She looked at the white ceiling, couldn't help imagining that she was the princess, and then closed her eyes.

Obviously, Oluos ignored the fact that the princess could not live in a mental hospital.

When Mycroft came in, he saw his worrying sister.

Her thin body and bones seemed to be broken with a single force, her pale and bloodless face, her closed eyes, seemed to be in despair... a poor person waiting to be sentenced, which made him frown in dissatisfaction.

"Cough cough."

Olos naturally noticed someone coming in, but she acted as if she hadn't heard of it, and subconsciously showed a bit of hostility towards the "intruder" who disturbed her.

Until the man walked to her side, he raised his head in confusion.

She looked at the man in front of her vigilantly, dazedly, but excitedly.

He has a bloated figure, but he doesn't look dull. From his eyes, you can even tell that he is a very smart person, like a leading eagle, with the aura of a superior person all over his body.At this time, he was standing upright, like a nobleman.

He was holding a small black umbrella in his hand, which was folded as if it were new. It was obvious that this man had severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Oulos glanced subconsciously, and it was clear outside the window.Such a good weather does not require an umbrella to be carried at all times. No matter how cloudy or cloudy the weather here is, at least one high-ranking person should not hold an umbrella. Then there must be something special about this umbrella.Maybe it's a weapon, maybe it's a sword.

Olos looked at the man in front of her tangled, thinking that this prince who should come out of a fairy tale seemed... a bit fat.

She frowned slightly.

But fortunately, she doesn't care too much about appearance, although it's a bit abrupt to say so.

Oulos kindly reminded: "Sir, obesity will cause various complications. I suggest you eat less and more meals, eat more vegetables, and avoid greasy food."

Mr. Mycroft Holmes sarcastically said disapprovingly: "What kind of tricks are you trying to do, Olos?"

Apparently the other party took her kindness as an "offensive."

"Can't you just relax your nerves and don't cause trouble for me."