[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

The next morning, Alice saw a pink mobile phone, Blackberry 9700, in front of her bed.

She couldn't wait to open the phone's address book, it was very simple, there was only one MH and SH.

It was obvious that SH should be her other brother, but Alice didn't intend to have any contact with this brother she hadn't even met face to face. After closing the page, she started downloading all kinds of software crazily.If Mycroft knew that his sister would become a bow-headed person in the future, he probably wouldn't have bought it for her no matter what.

In fact, Mycroft was not in a good mood today, and when he knew that his subordinates did not complete anything perfectly, his mood was evident.

"Can't you bring your brains back to work?" Mycroft looked at his secretaries with a smile. He couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he was sure he must be very angry.

Sherlock was a childish fool in his eyes when he was a child, but since they grew up, he realized that there is no end to the world, and there are a lot of people who call fools and think themselves, and honestly, they really insult the word fool .

Mycroft rubbed his temples. He felt that his condition was a bit bad, especially his teeth had been aching lately. He really wanted to give his subordinates a good reprimand, but obviously even if he made a big fuss It is also impossible to make them work more efficiently, maybe he needs a new subordinate.

"Didi!."

The SMS notification sounded.

Mycroft took out his phone from his jacket to check, it was Alice.

After seeing the content clearly, a slight arc appeared on the cold face.

"I am very happy to receive the mobile phone from my brother, so I want to say hello to you in the first text message, and I will wait for you to come back tonight~"

—Your dearest sister Alice.

After a while, he deleted the text message again and returned to his usual calm look.

"Arrange the final review."

"Yes, boss."

Mycroft subconsciously rubbed his fragile nerves.

Finally, he needs to deal with our injecting nicotine addict, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, his unprofessional brother.

McCoff straightened his suit, took the little black umbrella, and calmly got into the Mercedes-Benz.

"Sherlock." Mycroft stood upright, holding a small black umbrella in his hand, his expression was calm, and he glanced at the man sitting on the sofa from the corner of his eyes.

The man was dressed very casually, his Persian slippers were curled up on the sofa, and he played the violin on his hand one after another, making a crisp sound.

"I'm very busy, what's the matter?" Mycroft didn't even look at him.

"According to my investigation, you should have no recent cases."

"But I'm busy and I have a lot of experiments to do..."

"But the experiment obviously didn't require an overdose of nicotine... Mrs. Hudson told me you passed out yesterday."

"That was an accident." Sherlock glanced at his mouth and turned his face away.

"Sherlock, don't let Mommy and Daddy worry about you." Mycroft was silent for a while, then said again.

"This weekend, I made an appointment with your family doctor to check you up."

Sherlock plucked the strings hard and made a piercing voice: "How is the weight loss going?"

He looked up and looked at him, and said, "It doesn't look like much."

"...Don't worry about it." Mycroft felt the malice from the depths of Sherlock's heart, and gave him a knowing blow.

"Promise me, see a doctor obediently."

"don't want."

"Government spending is a bit tight this year, and for your investment in laboratories..."

"Mycroft."

Sherlock immediately understood what his brother wanted to express, and agreed to his brother's request very wisely.

But still couldn't help but cast a blank look.

"Sherlock, don't roll your eyes at me, I can see it."

After Mycroft finished his work, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening. He rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired.

The hall was brightly lit, and he gently hung the small black umbrella and coat on the shelf in the corner.

As soon as he stepped into the hall with one foot, he was completely stunned.

A chill poured into his body from the soles of his feet, and slowly entered his heart, he couldn't help but shrink back.