[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"So you're just struggling with a dream?"

"No...it's not just a dream, maybe it's heralding the future." Alice frowned, looking at her psychiatrist with some displeasure.

She looks a bit bloated, she is around forty years old, she always likes to wear a dark green sweatshirt, standing by the window, to be honest, it looks like a mailbox.

"The future? My brother finds happiness, isn't it good?"

Alice pursed her lips.

"Don't be so sad, child."

Alice smirked.

"When he said he wanted to be with that woman, I realized... I was left alone." She lowered her head and her voice became smaller and smaller.

"It was a very strange feeling, very lonely, but I had to force myself to smile."

She hesitated for a while, looking out the window.The sky was light gray, and there was a soft rustling sound, as if it was raining lightly, but the sun was still shining when it came.

"I hate that woman, do you understand?" As if talking to herself, she seemed a little distracted.

"I get it, maybe you're just not ready for a new family member."

Elizabeth looked very sympathetic and gave Alice a hug. It was thick, but it wasn't enough for her to feel warm. Instead, she was not used to it.

"Perhaps you are right, Elizabeth."

Their communication progressed steadily, and Elizabeth looked at the clock on the wall, and there were still 10 minutes left.According to the practice of consultation, she and Alice should enter a "bandaging" stage.

In the process of counseling, before the other party leaves, a responsible psychiatrist should open up the client's heart knot to some extent. Elizabeth likes to call this process bandaging.

The snow-white floor-to-ceiling windows, and the fine rain outside, the weather in London is always unpredictable.

"Sherlock, how did you check?" Mycroft faced the French window made of glass, wondering what he was thinking.

"It's a big organization, and they're working on some kind of drug."

"Mr. A may be their leader, he is a brilliant criminal genius."

"In fact, he cleans his tail almost as well as your bedroom."

"Several cases have shown that they knew Alice and Alice was very important to them."

"They are in the dark, but we are in the light. Their target could be Alice, but it could also be the British Empire." Mycroft said calmly.

"Also, I'm just obsessed with cleanliness, which is a very normal habit and hobby among ordinary people."

Sherlock glanced at his mouth, and focused on playing with the cup in his hand, the gap, slight bumps, high-temperature sterilization, a history of about 300 years, the pattern of lotus flowers, and the square font.

"So you have to do it." Sherlock said casually, with unquestionable affirmation.

"You have to understand that she might not make it through."

"Are you distressed?"

Mycroft turned his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold.

"Love is a dangerous disadvantage, Sherlock."

"But I'm a high-functioning antisocial psychopath..." He strode to the door and pushed open the hard wooden door.

Before leaving, he said to Mycroft: "You can't control everything."

Then paired with a Sherlock Holmes exclusive exaggerated smile.

In the snow-white room, the rain is still falling outside the window.

"You know what? I didn't actually intend to tell you about it."

Alice paused, seeing Dr. Elizabeth's attentive attitude, she thought it was a little funny, but her heart relaxed a lot unknowingly.

"At first, I hate you a little bit."

"Why?" Elizabeth looked at Alice in surprise.

"Every time I see you, it reminds me that I am a sick person, a ticking time bomb."

"You shouldn't think so."

"In fact, that's what it is."

"But you'll be fine, you're in great shape."

The fat woman in front of her had a gentle smile on her lips, her eyes were almost invisible, and the two pieces of flesh on her cheeks kept shaking up and down with the movement, she looked like a little squirrel enjoying delicious nuts.

Alice smiled awkwardly.

"Don't mention this, have you had any nightmares recently?"

Elizabeth sat down on her black marble table, her long curly hair almost covering her entire back, except for the extra part.

"Your medicine is very effective, I hardly dream now, but to be honest...I feel more and more wrong with myself lately."

"Uncomfortable?" Elizabeth fiddled with the pen in her hand.