[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

This night Alice lived in 221B Baker Street, Sherlock very gentlemanly gave up his big bed to the only young lady in the room, and the young lady accepted it unceremoniously, without saying anything Thanks.

Mrs. Hudson, our lovely and great landlord prepared two pasta for the two Holmes for dinner. Alice probably will never forget the surprised expression when the landlady saw her in this life, her mouth opened Boss, he can stuff two eggs enough, and then pretends to be enthusiastic to make room for them.

But she was a kind lady, and after a good serving of pasta, Alice felt so deeply.

"I think you should be much better." Sherlock said calmly.

"To be honest, I'm still a little weak."

Alice lay on the sofa pretending to be weak, rubbing her round belly.

Sherlock ignored Alice's answer, turned to the landlady in the small kitchen and said, "It would be great if you could make me a cup of tea."

The deepest impression left by this detective is his arrogance. He can always order others to do things as a matter of course.

Alice didn't realize that she was a guest at all, she yawned a lot, and continued to lazily nest on the sofa.

"Sherlock, if you can tidy up the room..." Mrs. Hudson came out of the kitchen with a cup of tea, chattering. The wise and powerful detective in front of her was an idiot in her eyes.

"It's really just a child."

Mrs. Hudson was wearing a very ladylike European-style purple long dress, with short curly brown hair, and her figure was not bad for her age. She smiled with two deep smiles on her face. The dimples and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are extraordinarily friendly.

"Add another biscuit." Sherlock said calmly after smelling the hot tea.

"Ho Ho Ho, Sherlock, I am your landlord, not your housekeeper."

"I think our guests need you to be more prepared."

Alice's face became hot. To be honest, even if she wanted to eat it in her heart, she would never say it... In fact, she wanted to eat it.

"I also want to try your handiwork. I think a lady who can make pasta so exquisite and delicious should be able to make good biscuits." Alice flattered, this was the first time she catered to a person, for own stomach.

Ignore Sherlock's hypocritical and contrived appearance.

Mrs. Hudson smiled at her thoughtfully, made her a cup of hot tea, and talked about Sherlock as a troublemaker, but she didn't look angry at all.

What a caring lady.

"I'll go back first, you two have a good chat."

Mrs. Hudson's eyes were full of smiles, but she couldn't help but twitch the corners of Alice's mouth. She always felt as if she had been misunderstood, but she couldn't describe the feeling.

"She's really a caring lady."

"Yes." Sherlock took a sip and nodded in agreement.

"I once helped him solve a case, so she took good care of me."

"What case?" Alice lay on the sofa, looking at the big detective in front of her suspiciously, feeling inexplicably familiar.

"Her husband was sentenced to death in Florida two years ago."

"You helped her husband?" Alice sniffled and said irrefutably.

"No! I just give him a certainty."

For a moment, Alice didn't know what to say. Looking at the arrogant detective in front of her, she couldn't help sniffling, and rubbed her forehead sadly, feeling that she might have caught a cold.

"Uh... I think I need to call my family."

"Please."

"Oh... there is no landline here, you can use my mobile phone." As he said, Mr. Detective took out his mobile phone from his coat.

"Mycroft..." So what happened to the big characters in the address book?

"You know Mycroft Holmes?"

"Fate." Mr. Detective didn't care about Alice's impolite behavior of flipping through his mobile phone records, but was very calmly fiddling with something in the kitchen.

In fact, it's really just McCoff's nickname that pops up automatically after entering the number.

Alice looked at Sherlock in the kitchen, slowly got up and walked into the room.

"beep……."

The phone is on.

"Hey, Mycroft..." Alice held the mobile phone in both hands, pressed it to her ears, and pursed her lips nervously.

"Alice?" Her voice was low and cold.

"Uh, something happened, I borrowed someone else's cell phone." Alice explained.

Well, she was a little sad that McCoff didn't come forward to save her, but she thought that McCoff might not know that she was kidnapped.

It's hard to believe these words.

"...you met Sherlock?"

Alice froze for a moment. "Um... what?"

"Have a good rest, I have something to do these two days, you stay there for a while, I will pick you up after I finish here."

"...I'm today..." Before she finished talking about her being kidnapped today, Mycroft on the other side of the phone interrupted her mercilessly. That's it.

"Oh..." Mycroft suddenly said as if he remembered something: "By the way, help me supervise him and ban nicotine."

"Don't worry, Sherlock won't let anything happen to you." Mycroft heard the other party's hesitant voice, and his voice softened unconsciously.

"You know him well?"

"He's my brother."

Inexplicably a little weird.

"Is he your brother?" Alice's eyes widened.

The wind was too strong, maybe she heard wrong.

"So he's my brother?"

There was an eerie silence on the other side of the phone.

"Alice, I think you need to recuperate for a while."