[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"No, I will not cut you into pieces, I will make you the most beautiful doll in the window."

His gold-rimmed glasses were somewhat reflective, and his sharp-edged side face looked evil, soft, and crazy under the light.

"Of course this requires your cooperation." His military overcoat was slightly open, and the cold weapons inside could be vaguely seen. Alice was stunned for a while, but she couldn't help but feel a little funny when she heard what he said.

If you want to hurt yourself, you have to cooperate. After thinking about it, you can't help laughing: "You are so naive, sir."

Alice looked at him mockingly.

"Do you think your brother will come to rescue you?" He changed the subject, showing an exaggerated and fierce expression.

"..." Alice looked at him silently, pursed the corners of her lips, her hands were leaning against the wall, trembling slightly.

He wasn't satisfied with Alice's expression, his blood longed to hear those horrified, pained moans.Even the desperate look in his eyes can excite every nerve and cell in him.

"Want to see my collection?" He looked at Alice as if he had been pumped.

"But I don't think you have time to read it." A man in a black windbreaker came in from the door. He had curly black hair, a straight nose, and light gray eyes like a sharp eagle. , his eyes were peaceful, as if nothing in the world could make him feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

It was Sherlock, that Mr. Detective. Alice leaned against the wall, her black eyes looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her, she pursed her lips, not knowing what she was thinking.

"How did you come in?" He seemed a little surprised, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the arrogant and even unreasonable uninvited guest in front of him.

"Block the circuit of the elevator so that people outside can't get in?" Sherlock's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and with his hands in his pockets, he approached them step by step.

"It's childish, and it can only fool those brainless people at Scotland Yard..."

He stopped next to the table about two meters away, looked at the bottles and cans on the table, and continued: "The original name, Murakami Muraki, is an excellent pharmacist. He lost a leg in a car accident ten years ago. "

"I was in the negative stage of being muddled for a year, and I saw many psychiatrists, but suddenly disappeared after a year. When you reappeared, you started your crime and started the research on body restructuring."

Murakami Muraki took a step, and he staggered a bit to support his body with one hand.

"Your body is the result of research. It is the leg of the bartender at Miriam Bar on July [-]th, Mark Reese, and the left hand of Kevin, a clumsy clerk."

Murakami Muraki's hand clenched into a faint fist, and Sherlock continued talking without moving, and took a step forward.

"The research on body reorganization is not very perfect, and even has a huge flaw. You have to find new bodies again and again and reorganize constantly."

"It's painful, changing bodies constantly."

"That's why you have a strong smell of alcohol, which paralyzes your nerves. You must have been unable to take it last time, so you went to the pharmacy."

"You were the one who broke in last time... you didn't die."

"Of course." Sherlock took a few more steps forward until he came to Murakami Muraki, where he stopped.

"The only thing that puzzles me is, who changed you?"

Alice watched Sherlock walk in step by step, analyzing the whole case step by step, her hands trembled, she was afraid that the man in front of her would be driven crazy by Sherlock, she couldn't figure out what this Mr. Detective was doing.

Until she saw Mr. Detective glance at the utensils hanging on the wall and glance at her.

Alice seemed to understand something in an instant, and Murakami Muraki crawled to the side unconsciously, reaching out to hook the sharp instrument on it.

It's just that her body was so tired, she raised her arms hard, and put them down again. She looked at Mr. Detective nervously, but he just glanced at her and frowned.

"So..." Before he could finish speaking, Alice's body accidentally bumped into the table next to her, making a dull sound.

Murakami Muraki seemed to realize something, turned his head immediately, stared at Alice fiercely, and was about to take action when he was kicked to the ground by Mr. Detective. Mr. Detective took out his hand from his pocket, holding a syringe , inserted into the man's neck, and the man couldn't even groan in an instant.

"Disgusting idiot."