[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Drinking a cup of hot cocoa, carrying a bath towel on his back, he came out of the bathroom wet, and his black hair stuck to his skin like kelp.

"I think you need a hairdryer."

"No, I like to go natural."

"Perhaps it's not difficult to wear more than one piece of clothing." Sherlock stood by the window with a pen in front of a music stand, with a black pen in his hand, scratching and correcting a score.

"I'm an exhibitionist."

"..."

Sherlock turned his head and continued to write.

"Yesterday was really thrilling." Alice glanced at Sherlock, sat leisurely on the sofa and drank hot cocoa, and said to herself.

"I slept very well this night, you know I've been snoring a lot lately."

Saying that, Alice let out a heavy breath.

"Heavy dark circles under the eyes, no blood on the lips, and no bloodshot eyes under the whites of the eyes. It is obvious that you are not only anemic, but the quality of your sleep is terrible." Sherlock said a few words, and continued to write the score.

"Are those people from yesterday the murderers?"

Sherlock put down his pen and turned to look at Alice.

"I think you've messed with someone."

"They're organized and it's obvious they know you."

"It's Mr. A."

"what?"

"I heard in the car yesterday that they had a deal with Mr. A. They seemed to have some conflicts, which forced them to take risks. The key is that Mr. A knew me in their words, and it sounded the same as me. I'm not related."

"Perhaps you should tell Mycroft about it."

"No, you know, he always likes to make a fuss. Find someone to stare at me, control the range of activities and so on. As his younger brother, you must be deeply touched."

"You know he's watching you?"

"Always."

"So to get down to business, Mr. Marconi and the gentleman who gave me the wine yesterday are a pair of big bastards. Many women were killed by them, and they also wanted to exchange me for Mr. A's goods. I don't know what it is, but I Guess it must not be something bright."

"Mr. Maniel may have been used. He was just a scapegoat who betrayed the organization. Everything was manipulated."

"You said Mr. Maniel was not the real murderer?"

"I mean he killed his wife, but only his wife. As a matter of fact, two of them were done by his partner, Mr. Hilt who gave you the drink, and that fool Maniel must have They were caught with something and forced to cooperate."

"The last one was done by people from the organization, in order for the police to find them. Maybe they knew something they shouldn't know." Sherlock looked out the window, and it was raining lightly outside, and the raindrops were pattering Hitting on the glass window, playing a small tune with a unique flavor.

"The water is really deep, so we need to investigate." Alice secretly praised.

"In fact, they were afraid of their crimes and committed suicide by swallowing guns this morning."

Alice picked up the newspaper on the table and was stunned for a while. "The dismembering man is also dead?"

Sherlock turned his head, and rubbed the bow in his hand solemnly, and the rosin fell into fine powder.

"Obviously their organization did him."

"Are they the same organization?"

"Probably yes, otherwise you thought he alone could pass various security checks and live at ease in an underground military research room?"

"But that's obsolete."

Sherlock gave her a blank look, and pulled a few sharp E strings.

"Oh, Sherlock, stop." Alice scratched her hair impatiently, "I'm going to have a relapse if this continues."

Sherlock showed an exaggerated smile, stopped the noise in his hands, and naturally made the whole person lie down on the sofa and pushed Alice. .

"..."

"I don't want you to mess with me again and order you in the name of my brother." The deep tone made Alice tremble.

"Sherlock, you're not in love with me, are you?"

Sherlock got up and tilted his head: "Love?"

"Love, it won't do me any good. You have a thicker skin than England's defense walls, Alice."