[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

The cage that traps Alice is not as dark and damp as in previous TV dramas. On the contrary, it is clean, bright...even spacious.

Alice was a little dizzy looking at the place in front of her that was similar to an operating room, with reflective knives, large and small bottles and cans, and an operating table that could accommodate an obese adult man .

A bad feeling flashed in her heart, and she wanted to get up, but her body didn't have the slightest strength.

As time went by, the slack thoughts gradually came back.

After school at noon, she noticed that someone was following her and was running fast, and just beside a black Mercedes, a tall man grabbed her hand, pulled her, and quickly covered her with a piece of cloth. She touched her mouth, she wanted to struggle, but her body lost consciousness first, she fell into darkness, when she woke up, people were here, no one, her intuition told her that it was dangerous here, but Her body seemed to have been injected with medicine, which made her weak all over.

Although she can't move, it doesn't mean she can't think. She has been wondering what is the purpose of this kidnapping case?

First of all, it was after school at that time, and there were a lot of people. If I hadn’t walked in the direction of that car, I might have escaped. There is a next time, next time.

That black Mercedes is a psychological trap. When people are in trouble, they will involuntarily approach what they are familiar with to seek a sense of security.

Evidently this man knew her well.

As a student of the Department of Psychology, I didn't realize it at the time.

She lowered her head regretfully and pursed her lips.

"Sherlock." Mycroft sat on the sofa, looking at his younger brother who was a little too casual in front of him, feeling a dull pain in his teeth.

At this time, Sherlock was wearing a white robe similar to Bohemia, lying on the sofa on the other side.He put his hands together, closed his eyes, and looked devout.

"You made me wait for 5 minutes, but compared to the three hours before you, it's really...improved." Sherlock opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, looking ironically at Mycroft, who was sitting upright.

"I found out that your hairline is taller again, Mycroft, which is not a good omen."

"Sherlock," Mycroft said impatiently and emphatically.

"Don't talk about it, let me guess, political scandal..."

"Terrorist organization? Kidnapping case? That legendary sister..." Sherlock got up and sat on the sofa, his light gray eyes looked at the heavy-hearted Mycroft in front of him.

"I need you to go to this place."

"I will let the people of Scotland Yard cooperate with you, but I don't want the people of Scotland Yard to know about Alice's existence."

Sherlock looked at the newspaper on the table, the headline read the case of the perverted dismemberment half a month ago.

"I see, what else..."

"This is a letter from someone this morning. He notified me of Alice's kidnapping."

Sherlock fiddled with the envelope and sniffed it again.

"I have already burned the contents."

After a long silence, he said solemnly again: "Alice Holmes must never be exposed to the flashlight of the British Empire."

McCoff adjusted his suit, "I have a meeting in half an hour, please tidy yourself up before you leave."

"...if it fails," Mycroft seemed to swallow his throat, feeling that he seemed a little nervous, but he quickly adjusted.

"Never fail."

Mycroft frowned, looking at his younger brother seriously.

Sherlock shrugged nonchalantly.

He stared at the simple suit sent by the secretary, pursed his lips, and put it on anyway.

"The game is on."

Murakami Muraki was wearing an army green coat, with a sharp and cool face, deep eyes, thick eyebrows, and a high nose.

He stood in front of Alice, looking down at her, a shivering little white rabbit.

"I really didn't expect our first meeting to be so...wonderful." His voice was hoarse and deep, like a rusty machine working hard, making a squeaking noise from time to time.

"You are so beautiful, just like him."

Who is he?

But Alice didn't dare to ask, she thought the best way to do this was to keep silent.

The corners of his clothes were slightly open, and there seemed to be many things hidden in the large military overcoat. He took out a pair of scissors from the pocket of the military overcoat.

"Do you know? I love him, but he loves you, and you are so alike." His voice gradually rose, with madness.

Alice couldn't help shrinking back.

"Who are you talking about? I don't know the person you're talking about."

She couldn't be silent anymore, she clasped her hands together, and a pair of black eyes looked at the crazy man in front of her unexpectedly calmly.

When the man heard Alice's words, his body paused, and when he wanted to say something, he changed the topic: "You don't need to know too much, you just need to dedicate your body to me."

"Are you going to divide me into a corpse?" Alice paused every word, her eyes were sharp, and she didn't show any cowardice even in the face of a perverted corpse.