[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Sherlock turned around and went downstairs without looking back, Alice followed him closely.

"Sherlock, wait for me." Alice yelled angrily. Although she was wearing flat shoes, that didn't mean she would walk fast. She didn't expect Mr. Detective to stop obediently at all. It nearly knocked her nose against his hard back.

"Oh, my nose." She still touched the tip of her nose. In fact, the bridge of her nose is not too high. Sometimes she is really afraid that she accidentally knocked it down, although it is a bit exaggerated to say so.

"So what do you know?" She tugged at Mr. Detective's sleeve, Sherlock glanced at the corner of his eye, without any expression.

"It's just a boring murder case. It's boring." His hands were in the pockets of his coat, and he walked like a gust of wind.

"Where do we go now?"

"Baker Street." He frowned.

"Great, to be honest, going out makes me feel so tired, maybe I should exercise more, McCoff always thinks I should go out more."

"He always looks like a leader." Alice didn't notice Sherlock's impatience at all, and continued to express a lot of thoughts.

"However, for all cases, I believe he will be as handy as you, after all, he has a high IQ~"

Alice suddenly thought of the topic she had deviated from, and smiled a little embarrassedly. She felt that every time she was with Mr. Detective, she always felt very relaxed and couldn't finish talking.

"...Then this case..."

Before Alice asked where the case would go, Sherlock interrupted her impatiently, and then patted his forehead expressionlessly.

"Shut up." He squeezed out a few words between his teeth, and the world was finally clean.

221B Baker Street

Alice drank a glass of fresh milk, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and read a teenage magazine bought at a nearby newsstand.

"I think Mycroft should teach you the basic etiquette of being a lady. At least a lady should not have such a sitting posture."

Alice rolled her eyes. It was obvious that she deliberately ignored the detective in front of her, and said that she was still angry. To be honest, Sherlock's "shut up" was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing her burning enthusiasm. .She angrily and boldly occupied Sherlock's seat, an exclusive sofa.

Because Sherlock has always thought that sitting on a sofa facing north and south is his best choice, where he can get the sun without being too hot, and it is also very ventilated, which helps him think.

Of course compared to nicotine, this is shit.

However, our detective was a little helpless about his sister's non-violent non-cooperation attitude. He frowned and sat down on the opposite sofa.

"Maybe we can talk about the case." Sherlock said compromisingly, although he thought the case was too stupid to talk about.

"Sorry sir, I'm not very happy now." Alice turned her head, not cooperating at all, and said in a nasal voice.

"If I'm curious, I can just ask McCaw."

"Mycroft, it's always Mycroft, don't you think I'm the smartest one?" Sherlock stood up violently, took a gun and glanced at the gun, directly frightening Alice. up.

"Sherlock."

Alice stood up with a "whoosh". "Sherlock, are you out of your mind?"

"Fuck sick, fuck genius."

Alice proudly said that she didn't want to hear anything about Sherlock.

Sherlock stopped talking, he was never one to compromise, he thought he was weird, what a bad day.

Sherlock took out a violin from one of his black backpacks, and played a piece of Gavotte dance music by Francois Joseph Gosek. Suddenly, as if thinking of something, a gleam of light flashed in his light gray eyes , a beautiful piece of music ended perfectly.

"Maybe it's not that simple."

Alice was still immersed in the beautiful melody of the violin, before she could react, she heard Sherlock say something.

"What?" Alice asked reflexively.

"I think we need to go to the bar."

"Why? Didn't you say that this case is very stupid?"

Both of them seem to have forgotten the flames of war that ignited not long ago.

"I'm ignoring this man's husband, he's not what he seems."

"Didn't you see the three suspects at the scene?"

Alice looked at the detective in front of her with a bewildered expression, feeling the fog in front of her eyes.

"Four fingerprints were found at the scene, one of which belonged to the landlord, he..." Sherlock answered his dear sister's ignorance question with uncharacteristic patience.

I walked to the window, and was interrupted by Alice mercilessly in the middle of the conversation. The key point is that the person concerned still had a face, I am very smart, and I will boast about it soon. The big eyes are like the night of the Rhine, shining brightly. beautiful glow.

Sherlock froze for a few seconds.

"I saw Mr. Maria Dedritt! He was crying downstairs!" Especially his fat face full of thick grease made Alice pay more attention, but she was not stupid enough to say come out.

At this time, Alice seemed to be whetted by the case, and expressed extraordinary expectations, completely forgetting that she was still angry with someone just a second ago.

"Then there was a photographer named Maffei, whose motives were minimal given his relationship with the deceased."

"But his camera was found at the scene."

"Graduated from Oxford University, majored in finance, and has an aristocratic background, but he is an emotional dreamer, and has an unclear relationship with the deceased."

"You mean she cheated?"

"It can be said that this period of time is in the heating up period of their relationship, do you think he will kill his beloved?" Sherlock nodded.

"How do you know that he didn't hate him because of love? After all, the deceased was married."

"That way the deceased's husband, Malny, would have a better motive."

"So sir, have you investigated Ma Fei?"

Sherlock was silent, he turned his head and said to Alice.

"As far as I know, he is my college classmate." Alice was completely taken aback.