[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

The mixed air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. Men and women were drinking or twisting their waists and buttocks crazily on the dance floor. The lights at night were intoxicating, and the wandering eyes gave people a sense of confusion.

It was past ten o'clock at night. For many white-collar workers, this time was the beginning of their day, but for Alice, it was the time for a good night's sleep.

"Give me a Bloody Mary." A Bloody Mary (also known as a Charming Bloody Mary) is a low-alcohol red cocktail that can be served in the morning and is popular in speakeasies as a "no-drunk" cocktail. tomato sauce".All kinds of horror and bloody stories kept Alice interested.Alice yelled while sitting in the corner of the bar, with an extra pair of hands beside her.

"Underage is forbidden to drink alcohol." Sherlock pushed a glass of Coca-Cola in front of Alice.

Alice frowned, took a sip of her drink, and frowned tightly.

"Actually, I'm an adult."

"I know."

"Then why don't you let me drink?"

"You can ask your brother, Mycroft, he knows everything."

"Strong smell of soda." She said to Sherlock with some disgust, maybe the other party would give up the so-called Coca-Cola because of her discomfort.

God damn it, a bar sells soda drinks! ?

In fact, they stayed in the bar for a full two hours, bored watching others dance, and then sat in the corner bored.

"Mycroft, I'm bored, Sherlock made me wonder what to wait for in the bar."

— Alice

"I can choose to leave."

——MH

"Don't...it's actually fun to be with him."

— Alice

Mycroft's light-colored eyes looked at the text message, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"You should be careful, Mommy will worry about you."

——MH

Alice squinted her eyes, as if she didn't understand the word "Mummy".

In the bar, apart from watching some people flirt with great interest occasionally, uh... only Alice would be very interested, and our detective has been calmly analyzing the men and women in the bar.

Occasionally distracted.

Before Alice could express her bad influence from this cup of tea that was more like soda than wine, Sherlock interrupted her calmly.

"I'm going to the bathroom, be careful."

"Alright! Alright!" Alice replied perfunctorily, taking a sip of the Long Island iced tea at hand, frowning.

In Alice's mind, she was still wondering about the parents of this body... Mommy and so on... It's really annoying.

Being bored alone is worse than being bored together.

"Beautiful lady, can I buy you a glass of brown wine?" A gentleman who looked about thirty walked to Alice's seat.

He had a handsome face and a hooked nose, but the two mustaches at the corners of his mouth made Alice laugh. She looked in the direction of the toilet and said irrefutably, "If it's a Bloody Mary, I accept it."

"I'm honored." The man said with a smile.

Alice couldn't help but drank it all in one gulp, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, looking very satisfied, like a kitten who has benefited.Her snow-white complexion has a faint red glow, which is uniquely alluring under the light.

"Would you like another drink?"

"It couldn't be better." If Alice knew not to drink other people's things casually, maybe she would be more cautious at this time.But a Bloody Mary tastes nothing short of delicious.

"Blue Margarita, you'll love it."

Alice looked at him miraculously as if by magic, and took out a glass of wine from behind. Its color reminded her of the deep blue ocean of the Caribbean Sea.

His half-smile expression made Alice a little curious about the taste, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he drank it all in one gulp.

In fact, it is indeed a truth not to drink what a stranger offers.

Perhaps it should be said that people who cannot drink should try not to drink unaccompanied.

In short, Alice felt that her situation was a bit bad.

"I think you're drunk."

Alice smiled, feeling as if her whole body was about to float up, her eyes looked a little confused, and she shyly pushed away the hand that wanted to touch her, unexpectedly irritated.

Sherlock stood at another corner of the bar and watched here calmly, until he saw the man in the black suit who was about to take Alice away, and he was about to follow. There was a muffled sound, and someone knocked him unconscious with a heavy object.

In an instant he knew he had been duped.

He lay on the ground moaning, his eyes still glancing in the direction Alice left.

"Maybe I need to send you back. It's too dangerous for a young lady to be alone." At this time, Alice was obviously a little out of her mind, and her body was heating up like a steam engine. Can't even stand still.

"I seem to have forgotten who?" He shook his head again, pouted, and muttered something.

"Oh, it's Sherlock, uh...he's here." She pointed to the trash can and started to vomit violently, with a sour taste in her stomach.

She didn't notice the man supporting her at all, looking at her with a gloomy expression.

"Why is he standing here without moving?"

The way Alice hugged the trash can and refused to let it go made him even more impatient.

"damn it."

A few seconds later, a call was made.

"Tell A, if you still plan to see this girl, give us that shipment."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the drunk girl with a satisfied face, and instantly felt a lot more pleasing to the eye.