[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"Miss Alice, Miss Alice, please cheer up."

There are noisy voices, vehicles, passers-by, and buildings.

"Pay attention to the patient's heart rate, one, two, three."

"Inform the patient's family as soon as possible."

"..."

Unfamiliar voices surrounded her ears, Alice couldn't help frowning, her body was in burning pain, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't do it.

"Arrange surgery for the patient."

"Cuckoo..." Accompanied by the sound of the wheels, it gradually fell into a deeper darkness, without end, and it got deeper and deeper.

"Miss Alice, you are finally awake."

"Mark Dohan?" As soon as Alice woke up, she saw a woman in a pink dress sitting by the bed. She looked very happy, but still maintained her graceful posture. It could be seen that she was a very serious person. Lovely.

"Oh, my dear miss, it's great that you're fine. Mr. is very worried about you, and he'll be here soon." She frowned, with a distressed look on her face, and Alice curled her lips unnaturally.

"Why am I here?" Her voice sounded extremely weak.

"Did you forget? That was really thrilling. The hospital called the mansion early this morning, saying that you had a car accident in District xx."

When Alice heard this, she recalled that she was indeed kidnapped last night, then fought with the gangster, and even shot him. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel amused.Grinning his mouth, he felt pain on his face as if it had been scorched by fire. The movement was too exaggerated. When he touched it, there was a circle of bandages.

She became restless for a moment.

"What's wrong with my face?"

"Forehead……"

Ms. Mark seemed very hesitant, which made Alice a little angry suddenly, but she was in the way of her face, so she couldn't reprimand the other party loudly.

She immediately took something she didn't know, and threw it at Ms. Mark, which made Ms. Mark jump up from the chair in fright.

"Oh, Alice, what are you doing!"

Ms. Mark is not a submissive person. With a "squeak", she saw clearly what Alice threw just now. Looking at the shattered glass fragments on the floor, she suddenly felt that the sparks were getting stronger and stronger. She directed at Alice Si yelled: "You are like a lunatic, crazy, why lose your temper."

"roll."

Alice shouted angrily: "Get out of here."

"Not everyone is willing to put up with your stupidity, rudeness, and selfishness!"

"I hate a hypocritical woman like you so much, get the hell out, I don't want to see you again."

Alice was even more impatient, completely ignoring the pain on her face, and responded fiercely with her mouth open.

At this time, Ms. Mark looked like a peacock whose fur had been plucked, pointed at Alice, and said excitedly, "It's not me who disfigured you, it's your luck!"

There was nothing on the small table except the emergency button. Alice stared at her without saying a word, because she had the strength to throw the quilt on her.

"Half of my face deserved to be smashed by the broken glass of the car."

She shook her head and yelled fiercely, as if trying to wake up the person on the bed.

Until she saw a drop of tear running across the bandage, with thick sadness, she suddenly felt pitiful again, and her arrogance suddenly weakened.

"Sorry……"

"get out."

Alice's tone was cold, as if she was saying something unimportant.

"go out."

"I'm sorry, actually..." Ms. Mark wanted to explain something, but couldn't say anything.

She suddenly felt that if she encountered such a thing, she would probably go crazy.

"I……"

"go out."

The door was closed gently, the inside was silent, the outside was still lively, there were two worlds outside the door and inside.

Alice touched the bandage on her face, and suddenly thought of a girl named Alice, holding a blue letter in her hand, smiling happily.

And the world is full of malice.

Cold sweat drenched her clothes, and the blue hospital gown had a hint of water, and she could feel the stickiness on her back.

The ward in the single room was extraordinarily quiet. At this moment, a silver needle might be heard falling on the ground.

The long black hair stood up high, along the direction of the forehead, tied with a half-circle bandage, only the eyes and half of the face were exposed, like a Naruto, it would be ridiculous to say it optimistically.

Alice leaned against the head of the bed, half bent over, with her eyes open, she didn't know what she was looking at.

The moonlight from outside came in through the glass, making the room bright and majestic, as if it had been illuminated. The autumn wind blew through the chill, and the clouds in the sky shivered and ran around, blocking the moon, and the whole room was dark again for a while.

The door was gently pushed open, hearing the sound of footsteps, Alice's eyes darkened, and she couldn't see clearly in the darkness.

The tall figure walked in slowly, with his back straight, looking down at the other person. His eye sockets were deep, and his thick long eyelashes cast a blue shadow on the eye sockets. His light-colored pupils were as calm as a lake, leaning towards the traditional The hooked nose and thin lips of a Westerner are even more natural with a hint of coolness.

The breeze blew, and Yun'er was pulled far away, leaving a lot of space for a while, and the moonlight illuminated the whole room again.

The moonlight hit his side face, making it look a lot more hazy. They looked at each other, but they didn't know what the other was thinking, more words, and they didn't know where to start.

Alice parted her lips slightly.

"Mycroft, do you believe in past and present lives?"

Mycroft sat on the sofa beside him, holding a small black umbrella in his hand, and didn't answer Alice, and Alice continued to talk without caring.

"I think it must be that I didn't do something well in my previous life, so God wants to make me suffer a little, so that I can cherish what I have."

"And the pain of the past, you know?"

In the darkness, Alice couldn't see the slightest ripple in the plain expression of Mycroft on the opposite side.

"It hurts so much that people can't forget it, but I will forget it eventually, but it still hurts. I just remember the pain, and from time to time I wonder why it hurts!"

Alice twitched the corners of her mouth a little amusedly, feeling the throbbing pain of "tearing~" on her face.

"Until now, no one knows who to trust. Everyone hides countless secrets, and everyone is using them. If it is not through buying and selling, no one should give anyone anything or help anyone. In a dead life, every step should be a business relationship across the counter."

"The pain now...is really painful, and the pain in the future has not yet come."

A pair of cold eyes came into Alice's sight, her back was soaked, she twisted unnaturally, turned around and saw him frowning, those light-colored eyes stared straight at her, as if she could get out of it I saw her shadow inside.

"Alice, I'm sorry." Mycroft looked down at her, unable to see the look in his eyes clearly. He was tall, powerful and abrupt in the dark.

"Are you sorry simply for the "amnestic" medicine, or for concealing my life experience?"

Alice couldn't help chuckling when she saw Mycroft's dilated pupils instantly.

"Alice," Mycroft warned.

"Don't call me Alice!."

Excitedly, she tugged at the quilt by her hand, and sat up straight, as if she had opened up her defenses all over her body, as if she wanted to stop everything from the outside world to protect her fragility from being hurt, just like the sand in the sea, I hid in the shell to protect myself, but I was still hurt, and finally became a "pearl". At this time, I just thought it was funny.

"The potion is something from that organization. If my analysis is not wrong, Sherlock should get it from Murakami Muraki, right?"

"When I found out that there was something wrong with my medicine, I didn't even take measures, but added fuel to the fire. Since that organization secretly drugged me instead of killing me directly, it shows that to some extent, I treat them very well." Important, you increased the dose."

"One is to make me forget the things you think I should forget. If I am not careful, I will just die. On the contrary, I am not your biological sister. Second, I want to find out the location of the underground organization through me. You are here to follow Did I say sorry?"

Alice grabbed the quilt tightly, desperately holding back, her shoulders trembled faintly.

It was raining suddenly in the sky outside, a layer of gray, dense clouds seemed to block people's heart, making it difficult to breathe.The room was so dark that the whole hand had to be in the dark, and only the outlines of people could be seen.

With a silent sigh in the darkness, Mycroft walked up to her with a slightly tired face, looked at her for a long time, and then said: "I'm sorry."

"You know I don't want to be sorry..." Her voice was trembling, her black eyes were like black jade, almost merging with the darkness.

"Hug me, okay?"

Her tone was hopeful, which made Mycroft frowned carefully, feeling a little distressed, and no amount of helplessness turned into a long sigh.

Alice knelt on the bed, opened her arms, and hugged the man's waist like a koala trying to hug her "happiness" forever.

Even if happiness is short-lived.

"Alice, wherever you know something."

"You will always be my sister."

In the darkness, she couldn't see McCoff's face clearly.

Alice heard her heart beating wildly, as if it would jump out at any moment, Alice tightly grabbed the man's clothes and buried her head in his arms.

"Can you tell me about the past?" Alice said sullenly.

Mycroft squatted down, his figure was a bit bloated, and he was obviously struggling, and he could still hear his indistinct groans in the darkness.

"You will remember, not learn about your past from other people's mouths."

He stroked Alice's forehead, and there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes that he couldn't even detect.Home is always an important existence in his mind.

"You scare me, Alice." Mycroft said softly, kissing Alice's forehead.

Alice was trembling slightly in Mycroft's arms, with big teardrops falling down, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances of the past, the present, and even the future, like a wounded animal finally freed and hid in the Mother's arms for comfort.

The night was still long, and the rain seemed to never stop.

Some people talk a lot, the more they can't let go, the easier it is to lose;

The more I try to hold on to it, the more it disappears.

The more you want to have, often does not belong to you; the more you want to grasp, often has been lost.

The more you value something, the less you can get it; the more you care about it, the less you can grasp it.Most of the things you want are not with you.

man!Always learn not to accept.

Accept it's there, accept it's not there.

"Mycroft, can I catch you?"