[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"Is Mycroft Holmes there?" Dr. Watson stood in the hall in embarrassment, but everyone seemed to be reading the newspapers on their own, completely ignoring his question...and finally asked someone to drag him away .

After arguing for a long time, he was sent to a private room, which was quite European in the middle ages, with brown wooden chairs, tables, a leather sofa, and rows of sandalwood bookshelves...

Mycroft stood in front of the bookshelf in a well-groomed suit, looking calm and calm.

"So what the hell is this place, people are not allowed to speak yet."

"Club Diogenes, believe me, tradition defines us."

"The bloody Sunday incident, we don't want to repeat the incident in 1972." Mycroft said with a smile, shaking the wine glass in his hand gracefully.

"The four international assassins moved to the opposite side of 221B, Watson, do you know what this means?"

"Why didn't you tell him yourself?" Watson sneered.

"There are too many estrangements between us, new and old hatred..."

"Stole his Smurf or ruined his pirate ship?" Mycroft stared at him dissatisfiedly with wide-eyed eyes, and Watson accepted it as soon as he saw it, actively expressing that he fully understood the situation.

"So you want me to help you... because you don't like Sherlock knowing that you are helping him?" Mycroft smiled mysteriously, calmly, unable to distinguish his true emotions, Watson knew he could fool him It was impossible to say anything, stood up and left.

"So you've talked?" A familiar female voice came, and Alice walked into the room. She was wearing sleeveless chiffon and light makeup. She looked very beautiful. She smiled at Watson.

Watson looked at her in surprise.

"Are you a couple?"

"You asked about that."

Alice looked at Watson with a smile and said, "I'll leave Sherlock to you, Dr. Watson."

Watson didn't know how he got out, he always felt that the whole thing was not simple, and he was the one who least understood the truth of the whole thing...

"I knew you were worried about him." Alice sat deftly on Mycroft's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed the corner of his lips.

"I think I'll need a glass of wine, too," she suggested.

Mycroft poured her a glass very gentlemanly.

"He seems to be taking action."

"Yes."

"He wanted to kill Sherlock."

"Yes." Alice replied after a pause.

Mycroft's light eyes stared at her, and Alice suddenly understood what he meant.

"You know he's contacting me?"

"Yes."

"So you want to... sorry, Mycroft, I can't help you this time, this is their duel."

"He helped me," Alice explained.

"So you killed for him?"

Alice's arms froze, and an unnatural smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

"You know everything, no! You knew it from the beginning, so what do you want? Are you acting from the beginning? If you just want to deal with him, you don't have to spend so much effort." Alice "sighed" Stand up suddenly.

"Master Holmes, are you so impatient to use me?"

"Alice." Mycroft said in a deep voice.

Alice looked at Mycroft coldly and didn't listen to anything, and left Diogenes on her own.

Mycroft clenched the wine glass tightly, making his joints white with such force, the sharp tingling sensation spread from his heart to his limbs, he couldn't help but close his eyes tightly, and there were faint veins on his forehead.

"Alice."

Not long after Alice left, she received a call from Moriarty, the initiator of the quarrel.Alice expressed in a bad tone that she hoped to get in touch with him again in the future.

"Are you really heartless?"

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

"Come to XX Street, Tower of London, at least to see you one last time?"

Alice finally agreed to him.

Moriarty was wearing a white T-shirt, standing very casually on the side of the road, but he had an inexplicable sense of freshness, so why did his former self think he was a gentle and polite gentleman... an illusion! ! ! ... heavy fog! ! !

"Is something wrong?"

"Drink a glass of wine and watch a show with me, you will like it."

"The matter between Sherlock and you, I don't want any of you to lose."

"We have to."

They chatted for a while, Moriarty looking at his watch now and then.

"If you have something to do, you can go first."

"No, I haven't taken you to a good show yet?" Moriarty blinked mischievously, and paid the bill in a very gentlemanly manner.

Light rain fell from the sky, and the pedestrians accelerated their walking speed.

Alice and the others got into a taxi and came to a small building in the urban area.

"122D!"

Alice looked at the door plate with some amusement and said, "What do you want?"

"interesting."

Moriarty's voice became deep, and his steps kept approaching Alice, and Alice backed away somewhat unnaturally, until she was unable to retreat, and her back was pressed against the wall, and she was surprised that something was wrong.

"what on earth do you want?"

Moriarty pressed against Alice's body, and the two of them were face to face and pressed tightly against each other.

Alice made a sneak attack with a backhand, but was easily restrained by him.

"You don't know me very well, Alice."

Moriarty lowered his head and kissed Alice's skin exposed to the air, and lifted her clothes from time to time, and she couldn't help moaning due to the technical orgasm.

"Bastard." Alice scolded angrily.

"Only for you."

The atmosphere in the corridor was extremely ambiguous, except for a shadow that suddenly appeared.

Alice stared blankly at Mycroft who suddenly appeared, wearing a neat black suit and covering a small black umbrella, standing in the rain curtain, looking solemn and serious, but with an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

His light-colored eyes have no warmth, full of coldness and indifference, so that he can be seen at a glance when he is so eye-catching, like a tree standing upright in the vast world, independent of the world, and repelling others thousands of miles away.

"Mai, Kao, Husband."

She was surprised to see that McCoff punched Moriarty forward regardless of his demeanor, and Moriarty's face turned red instantly, and he even vomited blood.

"I'll remember it." Moriarty looked at Alice meaningfully, and walked away with brisk steps.

"The beauty of the iceberg is nothing more than that." Before leaving, he did not forget to tease others, and it was indeed Moriarty.

And here Alice was a little surprised and speechless. She looked at McCoff's fierce face and didn't know what to say.

"My fiancée?" Mycroft glanced at the ring on Alice's hand.

"I didn't expect you to be so busy, I hope it doesn't affect you." Mycroft glanced at the red mark on her neck, and said in a strange tone.

Alice fully understood that she was played by Moriarty. He asked his own to watch the play, and it was obvious that it was her and McCoff's play.

Damn agreement! shit!Alice suddenly realized that she was the one who initiated this play, and somehow felt like shooting herself in the foot with a rock.

"Mycroft, it's not what you see."

"Hugs? Kissing? Or will there be sex?"

Alice frowned and looked at him, a little angry, but more helpless: "Can you stop being so weird."

"I'm just here to see what my fiancée will do?"

"Or just anyone."

Cold words are like cutting with a knife. Everyone knows that you must never say something irreversible when you are angry, but everyone still makes mistakes, and saints are not immune.

"So in your heart, I am like this?"

Mycroft looked at her with light-colored eyes, without explaining a word coldly, Alice instantly understood what he meant.

"In that case, let's break up."

She took off the ring very simply and put it on his hand, and left the entrance of the street without hesitation. It was still raining, she stopped a taxi on the street, and there seemed to be a certain point in her heart, Keep sinking.

Sherlock seems to have gotten into a lot of trouble recently. Moriarty skillfully used public opinion to portray Sherlock as a big liar.

"Sherlock, you look...um."

"Molly, you're not good at striking up a conversation."

"You are like my father, but he has passed away. Before he died, he always seemed to be happy. In fact, when he was alone, he was very sad." Moriton He paused and continued.

"Sherlock, you look very sad."

"you know?"

"I just want to say that if there is anything I can do to help, I will definitely do my best to help you."

"Help what?"

"I do not know."

"At this time, you just need to say thank you." Molly said with some embarrassment.

"Thank you."

Sherlock was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the hall, as if looking for something.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" Mrs. Hudson looked at him puzzled.

"Look for the camera, we're being watched."

"Who installed it? What do they want?" Alice stood up in surprise, and also helped to find it.

"Sherlock." Inspector Lestrade came to the door suddenly, especially under such a tense situation, Alice frowned.

"Sherlock!"

"NO."

"what?"

"I know what you want to say, so I won't bother you to speak." Sherlock played with the camera in his hand, obviously not wanting to say anything more.