[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Only then did I see jars of blue liquid stored in a corner of a large shadow.

The man lifted the black glasses frame and put his hands in his pockets.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first."

The girl picked up the blue liquid on the ground and poured it into the transparent glass sink.

"Just follow the news, I won't let you down."

"I hope so." The man left the research room with a faint smile.

"Taxi."

The taxi drove out of the city smoothly, and the taxi stopped by the river. Sherlock paid the fare and walked directly across the bridge. Alice followed closely behind. Although Inspector Lestrade was very puzzled, he also Follow Sherlock very firmly.

"Sherlock, where are we going?"

Alice couldn't bear to walk a few more steps. She stayed in the mansion for a long time and rarely went out to get some fresh air. She didn't have the energy to engage in "mountain climbing activities" with Sherlock.

"If I remember correctly, there should be a mental hospital on the mountain." Lestrade looked around and guessed.

"Psychiatric hospital!" Alice was really terrified of this kind of place, and finally came out, saying that she didn't want to go to any place related to the "mental hospital", and sat on the ground desperately refusing to leave.

Such a direct approach made Lestrade a little embarrassed.

Sherlock's light-colored eyes looked at Alice who was sitting on the ground, stuck to Alice, without any emotion in his eyes.

This made Alice tremble a little.

"I'm really tired, I can rest for a while." Alice compromised and discussed, but she didn't expect Sherlock's tall body to squat directly. "Come up."

Lestrade's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe that this was the impersonal, arrogant guy he knew.

"Let's take a break."

"Come on, with this speed, it's hard for us to get there before six o'clock."

Alice pouted, and resigned herself to lying on Sherlock's back. She still felt a little unspeakable grievance in her heart, and she didn't know whether to blame Sherlock or herself.

"Forget it, Sherlock, put me here, I'll rest for a while, and go back down the mountain by myself." Alice said softly, her eyes were slightly red, and she said while suppressing her sadness.

Sherlock didn't answer what she said, but said: "The mountain is a special mental hospital, and the people in it are called high-IQ criminals, also known as high-IQ anti-social personalities."

Alice was quickly moved to another topic, and excitedly said that she had studied this personality.

"Appearance and intelligence are above the middle level. The first impression on people often makes people feel good, irresponsible, indifferent and lack of change, especially immoral, shameless, and ruthless. Once such This tendency, often manifested in behaviors such as stealing, vagrancy and confrontation, can cause greater harm to society if left to develop."

Alice didn't notice Lestrade's strange expression at all. I personally think that he may be constipated. Alice said to herself: "If you commit a crime with a high IQ, it usually means that you have a high social status and a confident self." Doctrine, has everything that ordinary people have, but behind the scenes people have special hobbies of criminals."

"Lestrade, what's wrong with your eyes?" Alice then generously noticed Mr. Inspector Lestrade who was blinking at the side.

"Actually, I just have sour eyes."

"Oh...then you should see an ophthalmologist as soon as possible." Alice said as a matter of course, looking at Inspector Lestrade's constipated expression.

"No offense, Sherlock also seems to be a high IQ sociopath."

"Oh, I know I'm a high IQ antisocial personality, damn high IQ antisocial personality, you don't need to repeat it." Sherlock said with a tear.

Lestrade apologized to him in embarrassment, further confirming that Holmes's family is a bunch of psychopaths, oh!Apart from that officer, he is the hope of the British government... Then only Sherlock is left.

At this moment, Alice was also embarrassed, and she looked down at Sherlock.But the other party didn't have the slightest ferocious expression, which made it impossible for her to guess whether he was angry or not. (Lestrade: Do angry people have to look hideous?)

A group of them came to a big iron gate, and they could vaguely see a few officers in green uniforms standing inside, holding a gun in their hands, which made Alice feel very excited.

There are two intercoms on the side of the iron gate, and a very calm female voice came from inside: "Please show your pass or application document and its serial number, face the camera with the written part of the relevant certificate for 30 seconds, and then face the intercom for ten seconds Answer all of the above questions."

"Otherwise, you will leave immediately or you will be detained and inspected, or you will be sent to the relevant department for disturbing order."

"You have the right to make any excuses, but everything you say will be evidence in court."

Alice stared at the so-called series of processes with her eyes wide open, thinking that it was over!

After climbing the mountain for a long time, I can't get in!

"Just going out, what kind of ID did you bring! Don't look at me!"

Alice became a little annoyed and said to Lestrade, "I am now invisible."

So Sherlock turned his ID card and Lestrade's police card to the camera... Alice watched all this in embarrassment.

"Please tell me your name and why you are here."

A very formulaic voice is coming out of the system.

Alice glanced at Sherlock.

Someone answered the question very calmly.

"Sherlock Holmes, these two are my assistants, Alice Colvis and Inspector Lestrade. I'm here to see Cohen."

The voice in the system suddenly became...very human: "Oh...it's Sherlock, do you have anything to do with Cohen? He's having dinner, you may have to wait a while."

Alice and Lestrade looked at each other in embarrassment when they heard the somewhat incongruous words, and then looked away.

There was an eerie silence from the machine for a few seconds.

"Why don't you come in first, it's indecent to stay outside."

Lestrade raised his paw, dear!

The idiom "indecent" is not used in this way!

The huge door opened slowly, accompanied by the ear-piercing "Sa~ Sa" sound.

Alice and Lestrade followed Sherlock through a day-diameter path, and a huge "Bird's Nest" research institute appeared in front of them.

"Is this a mental hospital?"

"So tall!!!"

Alice muttered to herself.

Sherlock walked up to the machine where the fingerprints were entered, and entered the fingerprints very calmly. Of course, Lestrade and Alice followed suit.

They came to a place that could be said to be a prison.

Alice felt it was incredible that even though the people here wore uniform patient clothes, they still couldn't conceal their natural aura in the future, and Lestrade was also shocked.

"Where did this come from?"

The people in the room immediately noticed them. It seemed that they rarely saw strangers, and their emotions were a little excited.

"The Lost Lamb's Gate~" A slender man in blue patient clothes, leaning on the partition fence of the "ward", with one hand almost stretched out, very affectionately, singing the tenor, Alice He secretly compared him to the male version of Luciano Pavarotti.

"Is it swollen... I feel that this young man is a bit familiar."

Alice was attracted by a voice.

"It's Charles, right?"

Sherlock completely ignored what the people on the left and right were talking about, and went directly across these hospitals to the innermost part. The corridors are very spacious, so they don't have to worry about being snatched away by someone with a long hand while walking.

The ward is not so much a ward as it is a prison cell. The walls are thick granite, and even the bed is a bed made of granite attached to the wall. There are also stone tables and chairs attached to the granite. It is a squatting toilet. The area, the granite partition, and a washbasin are quite simple and plain, and there is also a skylight the size of an A-style paper.

"Oh, long time no see, cute little fox."

A man was hiding in the corner of the room with his back on his back. The room was very messy, not really messy, there were a lot of things, but there seemed to be something painted on the walls.

Alice couldn't see his appearance clearly, and he didn't know what was densely packed on his back.It might be because of the dim light, Alice felt a little creepy.

"You have drawn a lot." Said lightly with icy eyes.

"You're still the same."

The man turned around and walked to the fence of the ward.

Only then did Alice see his face, withered and yellow, with large and small wrinkles, and cyan patterns densely covering her whole body. She turned her head a little bit unbearably, and saw Mr. Inspector standing beside him very seriously, and exhaled deeply. He took a breath and looked at Sherlock.

He was really calm, without blinking his eyes.

"Know the latest news?"

"I am no longer interested in the art of this world."

"I'm looking for artwork similar to this corpse."

"You mean that guy!"

"If you tell me, I'll let you out." Sherlock took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and started smoking. Alice looked at him in surprise, God knows where his cigarettes came from.

There was a long silence.

"If I remember correctly, it should be Nana Cadirido, but she is already dead, and I heard it was due to cancer."

"I heard that she has a daughter who is in high school." The man said loudly as if he suddenly remembered something.

Sherlock was silent and didn't know what he was thinking. He took out another cigarette, stepped on the sparking cigarette butt on the ground, and turned to leave here.