[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

It was a Sunday, and one of the few good days in the UK each month, it was no surprise that it was a cloudy day.

According to the old Chinese saying, the weather in the UK is like the weather in April in China. It changes like a child's face. After all, even weather forecasters can't accurately predict the weather in the UK.

In the advanced ward, Alice wrapped herself in the quilt like a cicada chrysalis, her body trembling uncontrollably, tears slipping down like kite strings, and great sadness enveloped her.

"It will be fine, everything will be fine."

Maybe she can only wrap the quilt tighter to resist the deep fear from her heart.

Maybe she really became a madman?

Neuropathy is contagious.

She felt sorry, but she couldn't help herself.

For two whole days, she didn't eat well, she drove the staff out of the room like crazy, and then she looked crazy and determined, and she scratched several people with her nails female nurse.

What made her saddest was that since she drove away the woman who talked too much and was proportional to the rainfall in Britain, she began to have nightmares.

God, look at her thin, trembling little body, as if she did something inappropriate in revenge for her mental illness, but it also seemed like a warning.

This also made her feel very dissatisfied with that lady, although she knew very well in her heart that she was just venting her anger.

Over time her memory became confused.

Maybe just a hangover?

Although it was just a nightmare, she can be sure that those things really happened, just like a piece of wood with a nail on it, even if the nail is pulled out later, it will leave traces.As time goes by, that trace will never disappear, and it will even be corroded deeper.

That huge and gorgeous cage can't be called a castle at all.

And her real father had kept her there for as long as she could remember, a place he called fun.

He was always full of pampering, looking at her tenderly, and said to her in the softest voice: "My Alice is such a good child."

Whenever he said that, it made her feel very warm, as if she was the world.

It's just that the ignorant and ignorant her, with the passage of time, did not have the excitement when she first came to the new field, and what followed was only indifference.

Yes, time will smooth out all ripples.

Even if there is everything there, the most gorgeous clothes, the most delicious food, and expensive jewelry, just in the feeling, Alice seems to have the whole world, but it seems to lose the whole world, at least there, it is true... ...yes, and it wasn't a dream, not a dream that could end if Alice didn't like it.

Sometimes Alice would think that maybe it was a game, and since she stepped into this game, she was not qualified to say anything about it.

In the dream, she loved that cruel father. Even though loneliness and night gradually devoured her, she still did not forget that she loved her father.

He always brought her all kinds of cute gadgets when he came back from going out every month. Every time he smiled, there would always be deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and he would caress her long hair lovingly.She never thought that she might be just a conduit for anger in the eyes of others, a product of deception.

Nausea, really disgusting, Alice couldn't help throwing up beside the bed, and didn't recover until the sour smell in her stomach got better.

What about mother?Father never talked about anything about it.

Perhaps because of the child's sensitivity, she never asked.

During the long days, books were the only way for her to understand the outside world. She imagined the appearance of the ocean, the appearance of the grassland, and the appearance of high-rise buildings. (Books have been screened and generally have no pictures)

Maybe one day, her courage seems to have been fully stored through the book, and the seed of freedom in her heart suddenly burst out like a hormone, just like a sleeping vampire eager to get fresh blood Same.

Maybe it was just because she couldn't stand that lonely and lonely day anymore.

For the first time, she asked her father why he did not allow her to touch freedom.

Alice looked at her father's side face, looking cautiously, the sweat in her hands seemed to betray her nervousness, she subconsciously pulled the corner of her clothes.

Perhaps it is because she understands that the father and daughter understand that the so-called "outside world" is the bottom line that they never talk about after years of getting along, so they are so hesitant and uneasy.

And why is the bottom line, she didn't understand it before, because she didn't understand what she needed to understand, and she still doesn't understand it now, and now she is eager to know the truth.

At that time, she was 12 years old, and her father pulled down his face, no longer the gentleness of the past, with a gloomy look on his face, and he roughly pulled Alice's hair

I came to a room with a small black door. Due to years of disuse, the lock on the door was a little rusty. My father cursed a few words and twisted the key roughly.

A burst of strong light hurt people's eyes, but after a while the eyes began to adapt.

It was very bright inside, which she had never touched before.

She slowly opened her stinging eyes, and looked at the monster in front of her in horror. The monster was lying on a transparent object with its hair pulled by her father. She felt her scalp tingling. Is this a mirror?

She thought, looking at the things in front of her in surprise, with unprecedented fear.

She had never seen anything like a mirror, and she didn't even know what she looked like, but the maids who served her were all quite beautiful people, and she subconsciously thought that she was so beautiful too.

And my father never asked anyone to put anything resembling a mirror in the room.

Beauty, he said, engenders vanity.

But what is the reality?

Because she hasn't been exposed to the sun for many years, her skin is as pale as death, her facial features are somewhat deformed, and the thick dark circles hanging on her face look even more... uncomfortable.

Her temper is arrogant and manic, and she will even torture the people around her for no reason, no, it's definitely not for no reason, she hates those people looking at her with that kind of eyes, is it pity?

Look at her nearly two-meter-long hair, if she doesn't tie it up, she looks like Sadako from Japan.

She seemed to understand something, and she turned her head in pain.

"This is you, child. You are so ugly that you can only stay in this place." The cold tone made Alice shrink back.

"Father is protecting you, understand." Father looked at Alice in the mirror, his face softened, and he continued to speak in a gentle tone.

She stared blankly at the mirror, a monster with long black hair, deformed facial features, pale face, bent back...

"Alice, you know daddy doesn't like bad kids, so don't let daddy down on you, okay?"

These were the last words her father said to her that day.

The weather outside is fine and the air outside is fresh. It's just a pity that I, who is so ugly, don't have the right to enjoy such beauty.

—Alice in Remembrance

The nightmare woke her up once, her heart was beating extremely fast, as if she was about to break through some shackles, the fragments of her memory were sometimes clear and sometimes chaotic, and she began to wonder who she really was?Is she living in a dream now, or is that ugly child in the dream really her.

"Hello, I'm Dean Hilt, this is it. Regarding Miss Holmes' condition, I beg that lord to take time out of his busy schedule to come to the hospital." Dean Hilt wiped his clean forehead with a handkerchief, Said with some hesitation.

There was a female voice on the phone, who answered a few words in a lukewarm manner and then hung up. There was no accurate reply, and the standard official tone, but Dean Hilt absolutely believed that the adult would come to the hospital. I don't know why, Perhaps it was just because he had dealt with patients and their relatives for a long time, his intuition told him that the adult should care about Miss Holmes very much.

As the little dean of a small hospital in England, although he is not as busy as that adult, he is indeed very busy. The condition of Miss Holmes alone is really worrying.

Although this young lady lost her memory, she cooperated very well with what she should have cooperated with. She thought that these days would be easy, but suddenly she went on a hunger strike. I really can't bear it. What if something happens... at least that lord will never Be merciful to your own subordinates.

I lived like a cannon fodder these days, I couldn't help rubbing my forehead, and wiped my sweatless forehead, if I thought about it more, my brain would go on strike.

About five hours later, a man in a suit and a woman in a black dress arrived at the mental institution.

The man has a serious expression, a straight chest and a full forehead, holding a small black umbrella in his hand, a majestic look between his brows, iron-gray deep eyes, sharp expression, awe-inspiring And the momentum of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

director's office

Mycroft was wearing an elegant and classic three-piece suit, sitting on a leather chair, holding a small black umbrella in his hand, and a young lady in a black dress stood beside him and fiddled with her hands blackberry phone.

The dean took out a stack of materials from the drawer in embarrassment, without saying a word.

The lady in the skirt who was playing with the blackberry, as if sensing something, looked up at Dean Hilt, then at Mycroft, turned and walked out, closing the door behind her.

"It is such a gentleman. The hospital believes that it is necessary to provide more in-depth psychological counseling to Miss Holmes." Dean Hilt adjusted his glasses and said.

"According to recent observations, Miss Holmes has severe paranoia and mania." Mycroft did not respond to what the dean said, and his light gray eyes made Dean Hilt's thin body shrink back. .

"In fact, she has been a little emotional these days, refusing to eat or cooperate with the physical examination, and even injured several female nurses."

Speaking of this, the air pressure in the office has obviously dropped, and Mycroft said seriously with a serious look that he was handling official business: "Then why is Sister Sister suddenly agitated?"

The dean choked for a moment and didn't know what to say, so he just told McCoff what the female nurse had said before, and expressed his apology for it.

Even if he didn't know what happened in his heart.

McCoff stood hesitantly in front of the ward for a while, and took a deep breath.

The ward was a little dark because the curtains were closed. A tall and strong man was holding a small black umbrella in his hand, and he walked slowly to the chair beside the bed and sat down.

Alice opened her eyes the moment he opened the door, and his steps were steady. Through the frequency of his steps, Alice deduced the identity of the person who came in in the dark.