[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

She was like a child who didn't know how to express her emotions, she hummed a little twisted, and stopped talking.

He listened carefully to the sound of Mycroft's leaving footsteps.

It was a week later when I saw Mycroft again, and it had been five full months since she came into this world.

In a private hospital in London, at three o'clock in the morning, a middle-aged female nurse woke her up who was still asleep.

"You're leaving."

The female nurse said nervously, carrying a large black bag in her hand.

"Ah."

She was stunned for a few seconds, but quickly reacted, and quickly put on the coat that the female nurse took out from the big black bag, put on a black hat, and dark sunglasses.

Although she still doesn't understand a lot, but now is not the time to think about it.

"What about him?" Alice asked.

"The adult is waiting for you outside."

Glancing at the nurse's watch, she nodded without saying anything.

Not long after the female nurse took her away, a few strangely dressed people wearing masks carried a white shelf into 1302, and came out again within a few minutes.

The sky is still a little dark, and it is still drizzling in London, so the scenery on the street is not very clear to the naked eye.

Alice clutched the coat on her body, and walked a little staggeringly, her thin figure seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind at any time.

She looked at the drizzle outside with some hesitation, stepped forward lightly with her right foot, jumped over the gate, and then retracted it as if she had been electrocuted.

A pair of black eyes stared closely at the man standing next to the black Mercedes. He was wearing a baggy suit. In the rain, he was holding an umbrella. I hadn't seen him for a few days...he was still the same.

She wanted to say something, but her throat was congested and she couldn't say a word.

Alice secretly glanced at Mycroft, and when he turned his head to look at her, she quickly lowered her head again, but she didn't say a word.

"Are you ready?" His tone was steady, and he was dressed in a decent suit, looking solemn like a pilgrim.

Alice nodded.

"But your loss will break my heart." This sentence has been circling in her mind, lingering.

Maybe she never thought that there is such a person in this world, he looks rigid and dignified, always holds a small black umbrella, his hairline is high, and he is a little fat, but he will be sad because of his own sorrow Feeling sad, it made her not know what to do... although she is a relative of this body.

At that time, she compared herself to a moth, and he was a faint light in the darkness. It was an instinct for a moth to fly to the light, and Mycroft was her family.

It is possible that she will die, or she may be saved, but she is not afraid of death, she has already died, she said, there is nothing more terrible than a person being locked up in one place for the rest of his life.

In just a short moment, she found that she seemed to want to rely on someone, do her best, and feel the world that she couldn't feel in her previous life.

She quickly took her first step, followed by the second step, and then the third step, and followed McCauf into the Mercedes-Benz.

The years of memory are getting more and more blurred, maybe it's just hiding.

--Alice Holmes

The morning after two days.

"Girl, Alice Holmes committed suicide in a ** private hospital this morning. When the relevant personnel found out, she had already lost her heartbeat. Detailed follow-up reports..."

Mycroft was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, wearing a home nightgown, holding a London tabloid that was released this morning, looking at one of the small sections, smiling, putting out the cigarette in his hand, and throwing the newspaper in the On the table, there is a look of strategizing.

Alice was wearing a silk nightgown, her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she walked down the steps slowly, with a sleepy look.

"Good morning!" Alice snorted, and casually sat across from Mecroft, looking sleepy.

In the past few days, her mental state looks very good, and even the dark circles under her eyes have faded a lot.

"Is there anything delicious?"

Alice continued to speak on her own, playing with her fingers intently.

"Sandwich?" Mycroft got up and asked.

"You will?" Alice looked up at Mycroft in surprise, it seemed that the charm of sandwiches was much more attractive than that of our British government.

After all, all I ate were takeaways these days, so she took it for granted that McCoff would not be able to cook such a troublesome thing. The British Empire needs people... It is incredible to think that such a person can cook.

"Very simple, my dear sister."

"But I suggest you go and wash up first."

Seeing Alice's sluggish expression, Mycroft sincerely suggested, and calmly removed the newspaper from the table.

"Go straight, turn again." He sat back on the sofa again.

Alice nodded. Mycroft's mansion is very large, with many locked rooms, giving people a strong sense of alienation, but it is also curious. The point is, she doesn't know where to go to find a bathroom. Sometimes she even wants to Whether you go to the bathroom or not, you must bring the matching bathroom key.

At least this can be shown that McCoff is a person who pays great attention to privacy, especially in his own private mansion. You can't see the so-called butlers, chefs, and maids at all, who have to be self-reliant in everything... Although Things like the bathroom are indeed embarrassing, but the small population base does make Alice very satisfied.

She doesn't like a lot of strangers appearing in her domain, anyway, it makes her feel quite uncomfortable, she claims that it is a sensitive domain awareness of being a cat.

Of course, it would be more satisfying if she didn't have to see a therapist every week, but it was a condition of Mycroft's letting her out of the hospital.

The temptation to leave was enough for her to ignore this minor grievance.

She looked at herself in the mirror with her dull hair, thin figure, pale cheeks, wide and high forehead, faint dark circles under her eyes, and a somewhat sleepy look.

Ugly?

But there is a good foundation.

She has a high nose, and she looks like a delicate little beauty. This appearance is much prettier than her previous life, she thought, and couldn't help laughing.

I remember that when she died in her previous life, she herself turned into a piao, like a cloud of mist, quietly floating in mid-air looking at her body... corpse.

Her corpse was miserable, a little swollen, and made people feel a little nauseous. Although she always knew that she was not very good-looking, it was the first time that she felt nauseous.

I couldn't help but made a face at myself in the mirror, heaved a sigh of relief, the mirror was covered with a layer of mist, I couldn't see clearly, I drew a big circle, erased it mischievously, and then drank Tone... until the car horn sounded "beep" in my ear, I quickly tied myself into a ponytail, and went downstairs in response to the sound of the horn downstairs.

"Alice, are you ready?" Mycroft was wearing his usual elegant and classic three-piece suit, holding a small black umbrella, standing beside the Mercedes-Benz with a solemn look on his face.

"Mycroft, have you noticed? You seem to carry this little black umbrella everywhere you go." Alice said with some half-sarcasm.

"Dear little Alice, I think you may not know much about the city because you have been in the hospital for so long."

"You know, the weather in London has always been capricious."

"An umbrella is better than nothing." Mycroft looked at Alice in front of him calmly, and opened the car door.

Alice glanced at Mycroft, said nothing, and got into the Mercedes-Benz neatly.

"One thing, I'm still very curious." Sitting next to Mycroft, Alice said without changing expression, wearing a long white dress and looking straight ahead.

"Child, curiosity is not a good thing."

McCaughey said lightly.

Mercedes-Benz is driving fast on the street, and the London buildings are constantly retreating in front of her eyes. Everything, she seems to be standing alone at the crossroads where people come and go. A bunch of people were chattering in my ears, but it was so faint that people couldn't hear what they were saying.

Alice turned her head, looked at Mycroft's chiseled side face, and his deep gray eyes, and asked, "Do you know what I want to ask?"

"I want to know about my past."

"Let it go, boy, it might be a good thing to forget." Mycroft didn't seem to care what they were talking about.

"But... that should be decided by me." Alice's tone suddenly became a little fierce, but when she saw McCoff's calm expression, she was suddenly a little discouraged.

The atmosphere in the car was silent for a while.

"With a crazy sister like me, do you always feel ashamed?"

Alice's eyes were a little sad, and her emotions fluctuated so much that she clutched her heart in discomfort.

"Alice." Mycroft turned his head, looked at the girl in front of him, and said seriously: "I am your brother, and I have the responsibility to take care of you."

His voice was as deep as ever, and his face remained the same, but it made Alice feel unexpectedly at ease and reliable.

She shrank and sobbed uncontrollably. She realized that she seemed a little too emotional. Even though she understood, she couldn't control it.

She felt that she had gone too far, and looked at McCoff apologetically, her eyes sore for a while.

"Anything is fine." Alice pursed her lips, not knowing what to say, perhaps no words could explain her mood at this moment, she felt that she was a big liar, obviously not the real master of this body, but Also emotional from time to time, constantly causing trouble for McCoff.

She is as dependent on the man in front of her as a baby is dependent on its mother.

The vehicle drove slowly until it came to a corner and stopped.

"Alice, look at me, you have always been my proud sister."

"So can you give me a hug?" She grabbed the hand at the hem of her clothes and couldn't help rubbing it, asking a little uneasily.

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and held out his hand to her.

"I will study hard, Mycroft, and I will not disappoint you." Alice blinked her eyes with a sincere look.

"I believe you."

In fact, this body is not so good. Its own IQ is not as bad as my brother's, and he is also at the age of college, but because he has lived in a mental hospital for many years, he has not studied for a few years, and most of them are private. When it comes to teaching, the original owner should not know much, after all, the time of private teaching has to be adjusted according to the mental state of the patient.

So it is not easy to read a better university in London.

Well, this time the powerful brother comes in handy. (Mycroft pass is necessary for going through the back door.)

Although she hasn't taken any classes, it doesn't mean that the current Alice knows nothing.

Although she also had private tutoring in her previous life, she was quite capable of self-study. After all, books were the only thing she could get to know the outside world at that time.She has a smart mind and a quick comprehension ability.

Mycroft's hug made her feel that her vitality was saturated, and she was a little excited to get out of the Mercedes-Benz under the gaze of McCoff, ignoring the slight anxiety in her heart.