[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"I know Sherlock, he will definitely not let anything happen to you." Mycroft turned his head to look at Sherlock. Sherlock noticed a certain brother's gaze, and the corner of his mouth curled up: "Three sticks of cocaine."

Looking into Xia Luorui's light eyes, Mycroft nodded calmly.

Alice was still struggling with her own mess of thoughts, completely oblivious to the bad deal of the two brothers under her nose.

Sherlock explained: "In fact, Mycroft notified me the first time you were kidnapped."

Mycroft said hastily: "It's just that it's the tense period of the general election in South Korea, so I have to be more cautious. If I stay suddenly, it's easy to be suspected."

Sherlock glanced at Mycroft's not firm belly, and said, "Although I don't think a Korean general election can be so nervous..."

Mycroft frowned, watching Alice sitting on the sofa with a pale face.

Sherlock strode past his brother to Alice and knelt down to look her directly. "The second time you were kidnapped, I think you already knew my purpose and cooperated with me very well, didn't you?"

"Your heart longs for adventure... and I'm not hiding it, what I'm going to do."

"You're just making excuses for your anxiety, maybe you should find a psychiatrist." An exaggerated smile formed at the corner of Sherlock's mouth.

What a poor assist, and if Mrs. Hudson were here, Sherlock would have to shut up quickly.

Alice looked deeply at the man in front of her who was constantly "shooting" indiscriminately like a machine gun. This was Sherlock, his eyes were light-colored, and there was a person reflected there. Suddenly, the world was shaken, and darkness gradually surrounded him. this world.

"She had a fever, 38 degrees seven, anemia, painless multi-site lymphadenopathy, hepatosplenomegaly. I gave her a bottle of hanging injection, pay attention to replace Maojing in time"

Dr. Mike put away his stethoscope and said calmly: "Take good care of her, she will be fine."

"You shouldn't provoke her, she was not in a good state at the time." Mycroft turned to look at the inattentive guy on the sofa, and reprimanded him mercilessly.

"Didn't you acquiesce at that time?" Sherlock said with a funny smile, "She always has to face everything."

"Dr. Mike, why did she suddenly faint?" Mycroft walked around the room holding a small black umbrella. The chaotic and small room felt a lot more crowded because there were a few more people.

"It should have something to do with being too emotional."

Dr. Mike wrote a few sentences in a notebook and crossed them out, frowning.

"Actually, her blood pressure is a bit high. You should pay more attention to her eating habits." She put away her professional smile and put away her notebook.

"Thank you so much."

"It is my honour, Mr. Holmes."

"Besides, it's a bit presumptuous. I hope you can forget about it." Mycroft smiled indistinctly.

Dr. Mike froze for a moment, then tore off one of the pages in his notebook very naturally, and threw it into the trash can.

"You are a wise man."

After seeing off the doctor and his assistant, there were only two Holmes left in the living room.

"I never wanted to hurt her." Sherlock took out a book and covered his face.

"I admit that the glass of water I gave her raised her blood pressure... but you know that's not the main reason."

"I know."

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"I have another meeting."

"So you're leaving me with a sick person?" Sherlock frowned, quite sure he wasn't a genius at caring for others.

Although ordinary people know that taking care of a person does not require much talent.

"I'll let Miss Daisy come and take care of her." Mycroft got up and straightened his suit.

"Besides, I don't want her to go your way, so please drop your strong words."

"That's not a big deal." Sherlock turned his head, the book fell to the ground, and he closed his eyes, unmoved.

"Just to you, it's not a big deal."

"I don't want her to participate in various cases about you."

"She craves excitement."

"And I have a duty to protect her, just as I protect you."

Sherlock looked at Mycroft mockingly: "Don't make yourself so great, surveillance is surveillance."

Mycroft took a deep look at Sherlock, picked up the little black umbrella, still looking solemn and solemn.