[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"Your Excellency, here are the documents you want." A man in a black uniform was holding a stack of documents. He stood upright, waiting for any order from his superior.

Name: Jim Robert

Occupation: University Mathematics Professor Side Occupation: Private Detective

Age: 21

Marriage: Unmarried

Graduated from Oxford University, has published the binomial law, Goldbach's conjecture...

Just looking at the past records inside, it is not difficult to guess that this is a genius.

Just looking at this very "normal" personal information, Mycroft's expression was complicated. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his cold face made it impossible to guess what such a high-ranking person was thinking.

"Send someone to watch him."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

His fingers tapped on the table, his light eyes looked out of the window, the dark blue sky was cloudless.

"It is going to rain."

Alice was discharged from the hospital after three months. Her legs were almost healed, and the bandages on her face were removed.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her face seemed to be corroded particles one by one, the small red half didn't look scary, but compared with the snow-white complexion beside her, it looked a bit abrupt.

"This is life!"

Suddenly I remembered the girl with a horse mouth and big and small eyes.

Ever since she woke up, she couldn't help but bring herself into being that girl, as if she was her, she was herself, and the thought of it made her feel funny.

It may be because of the death once, suddenly let go a lot, caressing the uneven wound, I don't feel particularly sad.

She took a deep breath, and the hazy breath floated on the mirror, blocking the incompleteness of the small half. She looked at it for a long time, but finally left without saying a word.

A black stretched Lincoln was parked downstairs of the hospital. Alice turned a corner, called a taxi at the side door and left.

The scenery of London was as usual, the car stopped at Westminster Abbey, located on the north bank of the River Thames in London.

I heard that this place was originally a monastery, but after twists and turns, it finally became a national Anglican church in London.

She stood at the gate of the church and watched for a long time, wondering whether she should go in or not.

"Miss Colvis?"

Alice froze for a moment, subconsciously looking for the source of the sound.

A tall man who looked about 40 to [-] years old stood in front of Alice. He looked very gentle.

He has a tall nose, wearing an old-fashioned black spectacle frame, deep eyes, lacking a calm and comfortable color, and the faint blueness under the corners of his eyes does not make him look very decadent, but makes him feel particularly stable. reliable.

The light blue plaid shirt, tightly buttoned and rolled up at the wrist, is very simple. It can be seen that he is a very picky and meticulous man.

"you are?"

"Edward Mallread."

"professor!"

Alice exclaimed that although she had always lived in reclusive life, rumors about Professor Edward may not have been heard. He is a true genius who has published several papers on psychology and has greatly promoted the development of psychology.Many students who study psychology are scrambling to join his name, only hoping to learn a little bit of the true biography, but they all refuse with the "excuse" of not having enough qualifications or not being in the mood to accept apprentices.

"Didn't expect to see you here."

Alice said with some excitement: "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Me too." Edward paused, he looked at Alice and asked hesitantly, "How are you recently?"

Alice looked at him and knew exactly what he was trying to say. She touched the scar on her face and smiled shyly. Her eyes were like crescent moons, shining brightly.

"Something happened, but it's all right now."

Professor Edward saw that she didn't want to say more, so he was very considerate and didn't ask any more questions.

"Do you want me to show you around?"

Alice looked at the majestic and upright cathedral, exhaled, and smiled apologetically: "No, I still have something to do."

"In this case, let's have a meal together next time when you are free."

Alice wasn't sure what the professor in front of her was trying to do. After all, she was not familiar with him, which hindered her ladylike self-cultivation. Alice agreed shyly, called a taxi, and left the place.

"221B, Baker Street, thank you."

She thought about it, but she couldn't figure out how to attract such a talented person to notice her.

"Could it be because of Mycroft?" Alice muttered to herself, after all, she was a high-ranking politician "brother".

Uh... No matter who it is, if you open the back door for yourself and parachute into this school, why do you feel that you are "tall", many students don't know it, it doesn't mean that the professor with great prestige in the school doesn't know it.

Alice made up her mind that the other party wanted to curry favor with McCoff, so she let go of her thoughts and stopped thinking about it, even though she vaguely felt that such a person had no need to curry favor with McCoff, after thinking about it, she just felt that "it's better than nothing" .

Alice greeted the landlady very readily. She didn't notice that the landlady was stunned for a moment because of her face. She couldn't find words to describe her mood!

"Oh my God, boy, what has happened to you!"

exclaimed Mrs. Hudson, holding the fruit basket in one hand and embracing Alice with the other.

"Oh, my poor child, let me hug you."

Alice calmly let Mrs. Hudson hug her enough.

"What a touching soap opera finale, with two women embracing and blocking the already crowded staircase."

Upon hearing these flat, inhuman words, Alice knew who said it even with her eyes closed.

"Sherlock, how can you say that, it's so rude."

Mrs. Hudson took the first step and said a few words to Sherlock. She smiled apologetically at Alice, signaling Alice not to pay too much attention to someone's stupid words.

Alice returned a smile, looked at Sherlock and said, "Don't worry, Mrs. Hudson, I won't mind."

Sherlock was wearing a plaid trench coat. He looked very thin, with light blue eyes set above a slender hooked nose, and a plaid deer hat was very... cute.

The square and prominent jaw shows that he is very persistent, and his pupils are of normal size. Obviously he is not surprised by his appearance, it can be said that he has expected it.

"I don't think you mind if I come to you."

Alice said with a smile on her face.

"Oh, put away your smug smirk, it just makes that already damaged little face look even weirder."

Alice's face sank, she really felt that no matter how good her mood was, she could be ruined by the detective in front of her.

"I'll make you a cup of hot tea."

Mrs. Hudson seemed to see that the atmosphere at the scene was not right, so she cleverly found an excuse.

Alice sat upright on the sofa, looking at the books all over the floor and some unknown objects very calmly.

"Now, big detective, tell me what stopped you from visiting your only sister in the hospital for three months."

"You look great now."

"Excellent, except for this bumpy scar."

"That was clearly not my fault."

"Of course it's not your fault, I'm just talking casually."

"..."

Alice was extremely satisfied with the fact that this eloquent detective was temporarily choked up.

Alice stood up and paced back and forth in the already chaotic room.

"What did you text me that night?"

"Let me think about it, uh... By the way, I need you to bring me a cup of coffee."

Alice closed her eyes and said, "You actually know everything, right?"

"what do you know?"

"Don't play football like McCaughey, it's not fun at all."

"Is there anything you won't ask him?"

"Are you jealous?"

"You seem to be making me laugh, dear Muggle lady."

Alice laughed a few times.

"If you can tidy up your house once in a while, I'm sure my face won't hurt so much."

Sherlock said very gently: "Then I think you have to continue to suffer."

"Don't talk nonsense about Guaiba with me. Tell me, what have you been doing recently?"

"I've tracked down the provenance of the taxidermy artwork."

Alice frowned: "Master Detective hasn't solved this case for so long?"

This obviously made the proud and conceited person a little dissatisfied. He turned on the computer without even looking at her, and didn't know what he was looking for.

A door was quietly opened, and the long red hair was exposed inside, making it impossible to see the person's appearance.

"come in."

The man sat in front of the easel, with a straight body, and the thin body of the other party could be vaguely seen in the white shirt.

The girl walked up to him hesitantly, looked at his handsome face, her heart was beating involuntarily, her face was blushing, her head was lowered, she looked at her shoes.

A pair of good-looking hands rested on the girl's forehead: "I know, it's about your sister."

Looking at the man's blue eyes, the girl felt a slight sadness in her heart.

"My parents died young, and I only have one older sister for me to study, but my older sister's remarriage partner..." The man didn't continue, his voice stuck to the girl's heart like a magnetic iron stone.

"You know, right?"

"No...it's just that I've been paying attention to you, Keller, so beautiful and dazzling." The man gently hugged the girl, as if lovers were telling each other's thoughts.

"Teacher Wante." The girl's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and the tears that flowed from the corners of her eyes couldn't be stopped like a stream.

"I want to help you, can you tell me what happened?" The gentle words are like a beacon in the dark, containing all the longings of the lost people.

"When that person looked at me, his eyes were full of... a terrible desire to control, that feeling of being unable to escape..."

The girl's tears wet Wan Te's white shirt, and she said sobbingly: "Every time I go home, I will find signs of someone else going in."

"I can't bear it anymore." The girl burst into tears, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Then there is no way to discuss it with your sister." The man stroked the girl's cheek, and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes.

"Drip."

"take care of yourself."

——MH

Alice looked at the text messages on her phone and sneered.

The author has something to say: the author, you are so willful and changed your name.