[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

McCoff quickly adjusted his emotions and said, "I hope you can give me some advice on your case."

"Actually, I've been very busy."

"I know you're busy, but you need money more, my brother."

Sherlock looked at his own brother viciously, as if looking at an enemy.

"You always think you're in control of everything."

Alice watched the two brothers chatting one after another, and suddenly felt that she was quite redundant. She saw that Mrs. Hudson had already left quietly, and then looked at herself.

"I think this war in Afghanistan is child's play."

"You should really experience that feeling, Sherlock."

Mycroft dissatisfiedly refuted all kinds of remarks made by his younger brother. They always like to pick each other's thorns.

Alice felt that she was like a "strong cat" standing in front of two "star cats". and famous.

She knows that as long as people live, there will always be the word bullying.

It's as if she used to bully others, because people are animals that can get pleasure from bullying the weak, but when this person is your relative, the feeling is extraordinarily deep and heavy.

"Is being ignored in a conversation a form of bullying?"

Alice was puzzled again.

After going through so many things, he was suddenly drugged by his brother.

The perpetrators are chatting and laughing, past and present, and mentally ill. This can simply write a history of Alice's suffering.

She trembled, and suddenly stood up, her black hair was a little messy draped over her shoulders, her pale face had a faint red mark, her eyes were as quiet as the night.

She can't control her thoughts, the more she thinks, the more negative emotions she has, like a snowball.

"Mycroft."

Excuses are all excuses, even if I think of excuses to excuse them ten thousand times, I still feel uncomfortable ten thousand times, uneasy ten thousand times, suspicious ten thousand times, and complaining about this so-called fate ten thousand times.

Annoyed, she brushed her messy long hair.

"I think you need a more private space to have a good chat."

She pouted.

"Actually, our conversation is over." Mycroft stood up straight, with a gentle curve of his mouth.

Alice glanced at Mycroft coldly and smiled.

Although the muscles of her face were well concealed, her smile did not reach the muscles at the corners of her eyes. Sherlock walked to the wall calmly, pretending to admire the paintings on the wall.

He has been observing Alice since just now. Based on her standing angle, the field of vision is about 180 degrees left and right, and about 120 degrees up and down. People standing on the edge of the field of vision are prone to delusional neglect.

"Now that your talk is over, talk about me."

She sat back on the sofa again, pretended to be very happy and turned to Sherlock and said, "If you use those messy things on me in the future, then you can hold a funeral for your things."

She squinted her eyes, pretending to be smiling.

Sherlock clenched his fists, spitting bad words secretly, and further confirmed the truth that theory still needs to be constantly practiced, and then adjusted his perspective calmly.

"So Mycroft... it's been a whole week, have you brought any presents for your dear sister?"

"I think……"

Just as McCoff was about to say something, he was interrupted by Alice.

"No, right, when you found out that I was kidnapped, you should be so happy and shout Merry Christmas, shouldn't you?"

"You don't care whether I'm injured or in danger at all, do you?"

"Alice, we've been texting each other...."

Mycroft looked at his sister with a smile, until Alice's eyes gradually turned red, and her face suddenly sank.

"You're not afraid...I'm just afraid that you're worried...you haven't asked me if I'm okay or if I miss you since you first came in."

"Look at you, are you all fat?" Alice opened her eyes and mocked.

The gunfire was aimed directly at Mycroft, one shot after another, domineering like a queen on the battlefield.

If she knew the existence of the League of Legends, she would probably give herself the title of Goddess of War.

"In fact, I lost three pounds."

Alice froze in embarrassment, turned her head slightly, and a trace of bewilderment flashed across her pale face.

"Honey, though... maybe you need a hug."

Mycroft said hesitantly, he is not a gentleman who is good at coaxing people...

Some people have a particularly obvious problem, that is, once their thoughts are interrupted by others, they will crash, or be in a state of chaos and reorganization, just like a computer that has been running for N years and breaks down from time to time.

Alice is a typical example of this kind of person.

When she heard that McCoff was going to give her a hug, she didn't know which corner of the world she was happy with.

"Alice, you know that even though I'm not in London, the monitoring of you has not been removed."

It seems that the privacy of the individual has not been taken into account at all. When Alice's brain was in chaos, McCoff immediately explained.

At this moment, surveillance seems to be a symbol of love.

People who are prone to confusion in their thinking are often easy to accept other people's hints. Alice hugged this strong and rational man with red eyes.