[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"So you didn't mean to let me get the utensils on the wall, and then knock him out while he wasn't paying attention?" Alice lay on the back of a certain detective with a dark face, and tapped his hand with her fingers intentionally or unintentionally. Shoulder.

"Obviously, your brain capacity can't understand what I mean." Sherlock glanced at the other's thin arm, not paying attention to the other's displeasure, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.

"What's the matter with those medicines?" Alice flipped the bulging coat pocket of Mr. Detective. There is no doubt that our great Mr. Detective slipped several bottles of medicine into his pocket before leaving.

"He is a talented pharmacist, and his medicine is more useful than his brain."

"Then how did you get in? The original road?"

"There are only two intersections leading to the basement, one is the elevator, and the other is the iron door from last time. The passage is mixed with the smell of ASDF medicine, which can make people hallucinate... Its passage is very complicated, and there are It's a trap, but even a little brain knows about that kind of thing."

Sherlock has no expression on his face, and his speech speed is like a laser, which sometimes makes people unable to keep up with the rhythm, but his eyes are focused, like an eagle, sharp and alert, like...someone he is very familiar with .

"..."

Alice adjusted her position, thinking about the last time this arrogant detective handcuffed herself, and vowed that she never prepared a key.

It was probably at that time that he knew that there were hallucinogens in it, and it had to be said that it was used properly.Alice curled her lips unconsciously, and rolled her eyes by the way.

"Then how did you find that room?"

Obviously, this question was so simple that our big detective didn't bother to answer it at all, and Alice felt very depressed when he looked like you were a fool and I didn't want to talk to you.

"Then..." Before Alice finished speaking, Mr. Detective interrupted her impatiently.

"You just lowered the IQ of the whole street, Alice Colvis, for God's sake shut your mouth and keep the world quiet."

Alice pursed her lips and fell silent for a while.

"Actually... I just want to ask, Mr. Detective, do we have to walk back like this?" She pulled Mr. Detective's clothes in embarrassment.

Sherlock stared at the busy street in a daze.

Pedestrians on the road glanced at them curiously from time to time, making Alice unable to lift her head in embarrassment.

So he's completely dazed?

Looking at Mr. Detective's face with black lines, so he didn't notice that they had walked out of that deserted alley at all, didn't he?

Mr. Detective calmly stopped a TAXI.

"221B Baker Street."

Sherlock took out his phone and skillfully sent a text message.

"Please put £1000 in my account, I think the British government can afford it."

--SH

"Is she okay?"

--MH

"What do you mean?" --SH

Sherlock tilted his head and looked at Alice. At this time, she was falling on the sofa without any ladylike appearance.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Detective, I am very tired."

Alice yawned heavily after she finished speaking.

Sherlock bowed his head and started texting again.

"Alive, and let out a sigh of relief, when will the British government even take care of this kind of thing."

--SH

"She's your sister, Sherlock."

--MH

Alice's body moved unnaturally, and she looked around this room that could be called "Mr. Detective's lair" with dissatisfaction.

It's so messy here that I can't even find a place to step down.

"Is there water?"

"It's on the table. It must have been prepared by the lovely landlady Mrs. Hudson."

Sherlock raised his head, sat on another sofa, and fiddled with the medicine bottle in his hand. His big harvest today, he was in a beautiful mood, and he didn't feel any discomfort at all because of the messy room.

"Oh, can I have some sympathy?"

"I don't have the strength all over, how can I get it." Alice caught a glimpse of Mr. Detective's indifferent look from the corner of her eyes, she was a little helpless, closed her eyes resignedly, and lay down on the sofa and pretended to be dead.

She didn't expect this arrogant and even arrogant Mr. Detective to pour water on her out of kindness, but she continued to pretend to be dead.

Thirst can be controlled! ! !

Although she didn't think this kind of verbal hypnosis would work.

Better than nothing.

"So... how did you know I was there?"

She leaned against a corner of the sofa, closed her eyes, swallowed, and looked like I was going to sleep, and I was already asleep.

"Uh?"

"I mean... did you come here on purpose to save me?"

Alice turned her head, opened her eyes, and saw Mr. Detective looking at her innocently with a "shouldn't I know?" expression.

She pursed her lips, said nothing, and closed her eyes.