[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

"The debt owed by my parents has always been supported by my sister."

"If I don't rely on that man... I don't know what my family will become, and I don't know what my sister will do if she finds out about it?"

"But when I went back last week, that man did so much to me, I don't know what to do, I can't take it anymore..."

The man's face was peaceful, as if surrounded by a holy light, like a singing angel, he gently stroked the little girl's hair from root to end.

"One cannot choose one's own birth, one's own family."

"But listen to me, you're a good girl. This world is cruel. Humans always like to take advantage of constant harm, and even step on other people's shoulders to reflect their own life value and satisfy their own desires."

"I know your pain very well, and I can help you get rid of that pain and help you find the true beauty in your body."

The man kissed the girl's cheek lightly, without a trace of lust.

"I heard that you are very interested in the history of World War II, maybe we can discuss it together."

"Yeah." The girl's body softened, her snow-white complexion lacked a peach-like blush, and she fell on the man.

"During World War II, most countries suffered tremendous damage from Hitler's aggression, among which women were the most tragic. Dr. Arnot Niedenchu ​​worked in a hospital in Russell during the war. He witnessed the Soviet army rape spree.”

"That's terrible."

"There are always countless tragic and helpless things in this world."

"There once was a war criminal named Gilles Koch."

"I've heard of her. She's the daughter of a Dresden factory owner."

"It was just that his family fell into poverty during the great economic crisis. After being brainwashed and propagated, he became a fanatical Nazi, and later entered the Buchenwald concentration camp in Nazi Germany as a guard."

The man kissed the corner of the girl's lips, as sweet as if sharing a fairy tale.

"Gills is extremely cruel and violent. She likes to abuse the prisoners in concentration camps. She is known as the blond angel of death. She secretly selects human skin and makes it into human leather products, such as human leather wallets and lanterns."

"That's terrible."

"Even as scary as the world is, we still have to face it."

"Sherlock." Lestrade opened the door panting, and saw Sherlock calmly looking up some information in front of the computer, and Miss Alice sitting on the sofa very upright.

Sherlock turned his head.

"XXX5 Park, the fifth body art appeared."

Lestrade looked at Sherlock in astonishment.

Facing the somewhat unresponsive detective, Sherlock covered his face in annoyance. "For God's sake, tell me, okay?"

"Yes, you are right."

Sherlock jumped onto the stage excitedly, and after a victory, he was short of cheering Merry Christmas.

It makes him look like a kid with a new toy.

Alice couldn't help lowering her face and told Sherlock to pay attention to his behavior.

"Oh, never thought my sister was so cute."

Sherlock hugged Alice on the sofa and kissed her hard, which caught Alice off guard.

As for Inspector Lestrade, he was dumbfounded: "Sister?"

"Oh, Lestrade, I think you need to improve not only your IQ, but your friend."

"I don't think my friend's pronunciation is much like my sister's."

"So I think you need to see a professional neurologist."

Alice touched her cheek, completely oblivious to what the two in front of her were talking about! ! !

To put it bluntly, she was digesting.

Lestrade coughed and said: "But this time the body art is very different from usual, it is very complete, although it looks fake, but many people have guessed it ... its material. This incident has caused panic in the B area of ​​​​London, and the police have tried their best to suppress the news."

"You think she's liberated from a life of darkness, but is Miss Keller happy?"

A tall man in a white coat stood in front of the window, behind an easel, and a man who looked as beautiful as an angel, sat in front of the easel and kept doodling and changing, as if he had been intoxicated by it.

"Compared to suffering new pain every day, struggling with self-loathing, that would be where she belongs best, right, teacher."

"Wante, everything in the world has its destiny, why not stay at its most beautiful time."

"But you've gone too far this time, Van Te, the people of Scotland Yard have noticed this." The man lifted his glasses frame and put his hands in his pockets, with indescribable maturity and elegance.

"Professor Edward, I will not let you down."

"The human specimens found in the XXX5 park have been pieced together and DNA has confirmed that the deceased is Kyle Nettles, a high school female student who disappeared three days ago. According to her, the school she is in is still very similar to Miss Alice's university. close."

"One more thing, the high school teacher who was once suspected has been found out to be the head teacher of this female student."

"We suspect that this teacher did it."

The inspector guessed: "Don't jump to conclusions lightly."

Sherlock frowned disapprovingly.

"I understand what you mean, you have to go, how can I not go."

Alice smiled, she got up very gracefully, without the embarrassment of being kissed secretly just now.

It was only then that Lestrade noticed the uneven scar on Miss Alice's face. He couldn't see it clearly just now because of the angle. The fact is that he was really shocked. In just a few months, a good little girl , Why has it changed a lot!

"Miss Alice, is your face all right?"

Alice smiled indifferently, and said it was all right, it was knocked accidentally.

! ! !Kindergarten children find it hard to believe that this kind of scar can still be used, but it is wrong for a gentleman to question a weak lady. He thinks he is a very gentleman detective in the UK, so he doesn't respond to it Excessively entangled.

"Father" a man with a handsome face appeared in a research institute. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders, wearing a very loose kimono, showing a lean figure, and looked very powerful.

"You came."

The middle-aged man stood straight in front of the microscope, watching intently, but seemingly carelessly.

"People from the government are already secretly investigating us."

"Let them do it." The man said lightly.

"Ai Qing, this world needs some people to guide."

The man stood in the shadows and did not answer. He lowered his eyes to hide the turbulent emotions in his eyes.

"Is that girl really...Alice?"

"Yes... maybe not, this is not what you should ask, you have to understand that many things have passed."

The middle-aged man walked up to Ai Qing and patted him on the shoulder.

"Know that I am her fiancé."

"I don't want you to bring this up again...Ai Qing. You are needed in Eastern Europe, so let's go after two days of rest."

"Yes, father."

The middle-aged man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the big boy in front of him. Ai Qing shook his head. He didn't mind. He took the lighter on the table and lit it. He took a deep breath and exhaled. The smoke in the circle does not have the gentle feeling of the past, but it looks sexy like a mature man.

"I hear something has happened in London lately."

"you do not need to worry."

"It's that fellow Vant. This time the art has left a huge opening for the people at Scotland Yard, and he can't use it."

"Speaking of which, do you know Van Te's mother, who was once a popular oil painter."

"I don't know anything about art or anything like that."

"It's not uncommon for someone to be a genius for brutally realistic renderings centered on the human body, but to be a serious philanthropist himself."

"In psychology, people who generally have extremely strong and unwavering ideas and even stubborn people often live a smooth life and even have a high social status, but they are all mentally abnormal to some extent."

"According to your description, that is not a gentleman."

"But... why aren't we?" The man stepped on the cigarette butts he left behind a few times, straightened his white coat, and said nothing more.

This is an underground passage leading to the "world" that no one knows. The man took out the key and opened the rusty door lock.

A bright daylight glows in the center, and below the basement is a rather large research institute.

A white wall separates it from the place where the discarded steel is placed next to it. There are five or six glass tables of different sizes, a chair, two tables, and a microscope. Two bottles are placed next to the table. The seemingly unfinished blue pharmaceutical trash can was placed under the table, half a cigarette butt could be vaguely seen inside, and an iron box was placed in the corner, which seemed to require a password to open.The asphalt floor is very smooth and looks like it has been swept frequently.

Van Te walked into the research room and saw the man standing next to the table who was obviously taken aback.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

The tall man in a white coat held his eyes, the light shone on him, and his half body formed a shadow, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

"Speaking of which, how did the teacher know that there is such a place under this school?"

"This place was a "hospital" used by scientists for research during World War II. After World War II ended, it was transformed into a school and disappeared from the table. It's really careless, isn't it?"

"Did Mr. Edward bring something?"

"of course."

"It was a great honor to be able to help a lovely young lady."