[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"Baker Street."

"what?"

"My apartment, you can come and get your bags anytime."

Alice nodded, then shook her head in a trance, with a confused look on her face.

"Mr. Detective, do you know how I should go back?"

In fact, apart from knowing that she lived in McCoff's mansion, the name of that place... was completely at a loss.

The man in front of him gave her a blank look, maybe even pigs are smarter than her in his eyes.

"Alice." She was stunned for a moment, this was the first time Mr. Detective didn't talk to him, and the first time he formally called her name.

Alice couldn't help being a little nervous, and habitually grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"You lowered the IQ of the whole street."

Alice only felt that something was choking in her mouth, she couldn't spit it out, and she felt sick even if she swallowed it.

"Cross this street, you will go back to the lively street market, walk ten meters to the right, you will see a phone booth, stand there still, someone will pick you up in 10 minutes."

Alice glanced at Mr. Detective suspiciously, although she thought it was an impossible thing, but in view of the brilliant reasoning of the only consulting detective in the world before her, Alice still did it.

To be exact, at nine minutes and five seconds, a taxi stopped in front of Alice, and a gentleman opened the car door for her. Suddenly, she felt that the whole world was unreal.

When she returned to the mansion, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. Mycroft was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book. Alice couldn't understand the name of the book, and she frowned.

"German?"

"Little Alice, it's Latin."

Mycroft shifted his gaze from the book to Alice. Alice blushed a little, feeling like an illiterate. She had never liked learning languages ​​very much.Even if you read the history of foreign countries, you only read the translated ones, and you will never only read the original works like McCaw.

She was a little emotional, obviously they were brother and sister, why is there such a difference in IQ?

She glanced at Mycroft secretly, he probably wouldn't laugh at his low IQ.

"Have a good time?"

Alice smiled: "I met a very interesting person today."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be interested in this topic.

Although A-level surveillance was adopted on Alice, it didn't mean that he would know everything. He was giving her some privacy appropriately.

After all, most people don't know that Holmes still has a younger sister, and those who fought in politics... Those who know are already dead.

Besides, Alice's condition has been getting better and better in the past few months. Maybe he should have let Alice out earlier and let Alice stay in a mental hospital for a full ten years. It made him feel guilty about taking care of him.

Mycroft was loyal to the British Empire, but serving the government was only one of his jobs.

And she is his only sister.

"Don't mention this." She changed the subject quickly, thinking about it one after another, with ups and downs of emotions, just like a child.

Alice stood behind the sofa, took out the book in McCoff's hand, and wrapped her arms around McCoff's neck.

"Not enough I'm so happy today, I feel like I'm not myself."

"I thank you very much, brother."

Maybe it was because too many things happened today, she felt that she missed McCaw in front of her very much, even though they had breakfast together this morning.

Her head rested on Mycroft's shoulder, her black hair brushing against his cheek.

McCoff just smiled and adjusted his clothes. He is not a person who is good at expressing emotions. To be honest, Alice is so well-behaved, as well-behaved as a normal child, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

He's a good brother, that's how Mycroft defines himself, and he's always been someone who can find his place.