[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"Children will grow up if they drink more milk." Mycroft didn't feel embarrassed because the other party ignored him again and again, he looked very calm.

"There are a lot of things going on in London these days, so don't go out."

Alice still gnawed the bread silently.

……

"So you're still going to defy me?"

He watched Alice silently take out her bag and was about to go out, Mycroft immediately stood up from the chair, his aura was cold, and there was a slight displeasure between his brows.

"We need to talk."

He was never a talkative person, if it was Sherlock, he would definitely arrest him and beat him fancy.

Rebellious young man!

Mycroft looked at his sister displeased, his cold eyes piercing into the heart like a knife.

Alice stopped in front of the door silently, she only needed one step, as long as the door was opened, she would leave this suffocating place.

"Alice Holmes."

Mycroft looked at her warningly, and accentuated his tone angrily.

Until he watched his sister deviate from his original intention step by step, and slowly closed the door.

What kind of feeling is that, there are too many conflicts between her and McCoff.

Those little-known secrets, she found out to her annoyance, she didn't know what was real in this world?What is fake?What is eternal?

With the passage of time, the memory becomes more and more blurred, and those struggling and admiring emotions become more and more indifferent.Time is such a terrible thing that she almost thinks that she is the Alice of this world,

Because she was walking in such a hurry, her high heels broke, and she felt that she was the most tragic person in the world.

She squatted on the corner of the street annoyed, ignoring the gazes of passers-by and the bodyguards hiding behind her.

"So you're thinking about life?"

A tall man in a black trench coat and a deerstalker hat stood in front of her. His voice was deep and deep, like a wonderful cello.

Sometimes the funny expression is like a cute and arrogant dog.

High IQ, but poor EQ.

He doesn't understand why people are sad, or what's so sad about it. It's as simple and terrifying as a newborn baby, but every time he encounters a case, he seems to be so excited.

Always talking about boring, boring London, boring world.

His room is always messy, even hard to get out of.He can satirize others as if nothing happened, obviously stealing other people's potion (reference: Murakami Murashi's corpse case), but it seems as natural as taking his own things.

For a while, too many evaluations appeared in Alice's mind. She found that the person in front of her was so real, he would not wrong herself for others, and he would not be trapped in memories like her.

Although she thought she was closer to McCoff, she never understood him. She was annoyed by the mysterious attraction. The bigger snowball suffocates her and makes her suffer.

"So you still have to squat on the ground and think about life?" Sherlock stood in front of her, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"I..." Alice couldn't help being stunned because of her hoarse voice.

"You need to know that only a three-year-old child will stay on the ground and can't get up."

Alice's eyes were red with grievance, and a tear fell heavily, dripping on her collar.

"My high heels are broken and I sprained my ankle."

"..."

Ignoring Sherlock's impatient curled lips, Alice lowered her head, feeling extremely depressed.

"Come up."

Sherlock crouched on top of himself.