[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

They heard the harsh friction sound of the car downstairs due to sudden braking, and the subsequent knock on the door.

"He's here?" Alice buried her body in the sofa and said sullenly.

There was a banging sound from the stairs, and there was a lot of noise.

"The door downstairs was unlocked, so I came in by myself."

Inspector Lestrade smiled awkwardly at Alice. He was wearing a very fancy suit unlike usual, and his leather shoes were shiny.

"Oh, you look really nice today."

Alice sat up, looking elegant and generous, without any lazy attitude.

"Obviously you're going on a serious date tonight, but I'd suggest a change of dress."

Sherlock sat on the sofa and said casually.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Inspector Lestrade ignored his "old friend" and took out a bottle of blood-red potion from his pocket.

"Someone asked me to bring it for you."

Alice froze for a moment, then accepted it with a smile on her face.

"It's really bothering you."

"Oh no, I happen to be free."

"Do you need something to drink?"

Lestrade swallowed and said with a smile, "Thank you so much."

……so what?

Alice didn't move, and of course Sherlock didn't say anything, Lestrade understood instantly.

"I can get myself a glass of water."

Lestrade entered the kitchen talking to himself.

"Please be sure to pour me a glass too, with ice."

Alice yelled hastily, and then realized that she seemed a little too excited, smiled embarrassedly, and glanced at the detective who was leaning on the sofa calmly, Alice secretly despised in her heart.

Who told her brother to be so heartless and never pour water for his sister, so that she would get excited even after drinking a glass of water.

"Another biscuit," Sherlock ordered shamelessly.

Lestrade really felt that he shouldn't have come, he was here to be used by others, isn't this a joke!

"Add another cup of coffee, thank you." A series of orders, but I didn't look up from the book, arrogantly tight.

Lestrade exhaled, telling himself that this "bastard" is just such a person, don't care, don't care.

Really fucking want to slam the door! ! !

Although my mind was spinning and thinking, I finally opened the refrigerator resignedly, the hole instantly enlarged, and the door was closed immediately.

"Oh, I hope I'm not mistaken." He rolled his eyes.

Lestrade opened the refrigerator again.

"Sherlock, there's a head in the freezer."

"Oh, don't make a fuss, sir."

Alice frowned and said displeasedly.

In fact, she herself didn't know if she had been assimilated by someone unknowingly.

"What's with the finger in the glass."

As a professional detective, he couldn't help but feel a little disgusted. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled again.

"Perhaps you can look for something to eat in Mrs. Hudson's fridge downstairs, which Sherlock says is a huge treasure trove."

Alice sincerely suggested.

Lestrade looked at the two children in the room with a dark face, unable to vomit, and he didn't want to drink any more, but seeing Alice's big flickering eyes looking at him sincerely and longingly, My God, it's too bad not to go, it's so ungentlemanly to make that girl sad.

Of course, at this time, he didn't know that there was a word called "Moe".

At this point, Lestrade understood one thing. If Sherlock was thirsty or hungry, he turned right and went downstairs to find Mrs. Hudson.

Delusion to get something from Sherlock's refrigerator, you must know that it can surprise you every day, so that you can spend Christmas every day.

"Congratulations, you have brought out the advantages of a woman to the fullest."

When Lestrade came downstairs, Sherlock took his eyes off the book.

What I got was a blank stare.

"Um... is there anything else?" After eating and drinking, Alice started to chase people away.

She glanced and scanned the small room. The living room was as messy as a kennel. There were only two sofas in the living room. She didn't think Sherlock was the kind of person who would give up his seat to guests.

What they ate and drank themselves had to be brought up by others.

"It's nothing, uh..." Lestrade glanced at Sherlock intentionally or unintentionally.

"You can tell straight up, people at Scotland Yard are always stupid and smart."

Sherlock casually picked up a book on the table.

"Uh, it's about taxidermy."