[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Sherlock came back on the morning of the third day, dragging a detective, Lestrade, by his side.

He was in terrible shape, obviously got into a fight with someone and had a big lump on his head.

"Sherlock, you actually broke into a private house and were sent to the police station!"

Alice screamed uncontrollably, the high-decibel voice really made the two men present feel uncomfortable.

Alice looked at Lestrade apologetically, and cast a fierce glance at the calm detective XX.

"So you broke into someone's house, just to find the so-called specimen injection?"

Alice plucked her own messy long hair a little depressed, and felt that the brother in front of her was really an "undershot" character.

She suddenly felt that she should observe a few seconds of silence for Mycroft.

"In fact, after being discovered by others, I was so arrogant that I was finally beaten up."

Lestrade added fuel to the fire.

"Oh, Sherlock, I don't remember you being very good at fighting."

A calm voice with a touch of sarcasm came from the other side of the door.

A tall man in a black uniform respectfully opened the door for his speaking master.

"Oh, shouldn't you know."

Sherlock didn't even have to glance to know who was behind the annoying voice.

He lay on the sofa and pretended to be dead, glanced at Alice sitting on the other sofa, and tugged at the hem of the skirt, indicating that he was excited, nervous, restless, his pupils were dilated, surprised, his hair was messy, he had just woken up, and he hadn't had time to comb , faint dark circles under the eyes, indicating that she did not sleep well.

"Of course I know, but it always feels different when it comes out of your mouth."

The man was holding a small black umbrella and wearing a very traditional four-piece suit. He looked calm and solemn.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at his sister whom he hadn't seen for a few days. The milky white skirt barely crossed his knees, his legs were raised, and the whole calf could be seen. There was a heavy bandage on the ankle of his right foot, and he couldn't help frowning. .

In fact, he is better at analysis than Sherlock, just by looking at this person, he can almost guess all the past of this person.

Lestrade nodded respectfully to Mycroft, and it was obvious that he was in awe of this man.

Alice tugged at the hem of her skirt, and her eyes had been fixed on the stubborn, fat, and scheming elder brother she thought from the very beginning.

The four people had different thoughts, which made Lestrade feel that something was wrong.

"You seem to have gained a lot of weight."

Sherlock closed his eyes and vomited. This vomit made someone feel refreshed. Glancing at Sherlock, he felt as if he had been assisted by a god.

"Actually, I've lost three pounds." Mycroft didn't care about Sherlock's sarcasm. He changed the subject, looked at Alice and said, "Are your feet better?"

Alice didn't answer him, but shifted her gaze to Lestrade, which made Lestrade even more nervous.

"Oh, I don't think you have had breakfast yet, I'll go down and buy it for you, especially for ladies, breakfast is very important."

Lestrade said very gentlemanly.

After the cannon fodder voluntarily left, the atmosphere in the room seemed to become more "intense".

"Alice, what are you still throwing your temper at?"

Alice woodenly replied: "No."

"Sherlock, I need to speak to Alice alone."

It was obvious that this guy Mycroft was chasing people away, and Alice couldn't help shaking her body. She couldn't believe that this guy Sherlock would obediently listen to McCoff, because Sherlock himself liked to fight against others.

No doubt about it, sometimes he's a god helper for her, and of course if he can clean up the house once in a while, he's perfect.

Before she knew it, her thoughts went too far, and when she came back to her senses, that arrogant detective Sherlock had gone somewhere, and she couldn't help but "broken".

She secretly said in her heart, after all, only the big BOSS, Mycroft, can subdue Detective Tsundere. After all, there is a gap between reality and imagination.

"Alice."

Mycroft looked at his younger sister who was involuntarily distracted, and McCoff felt that his hairline was very critical.

Alice frowned, really, she has become more and more able to "fugue" recently.

Secretly broke a mouthful.

The author has something to say: I wrote it crookedly, I hope you don't mind.