[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

She immediately pretended to be dead on the sofa, not knowing what she was fiddling with with her mobile phone.

When I opened the message board, I found a message from three months ago.

"When you went out that night, it seemed that you were not in a good state. I haven't been able to contact you. How are you?" - Little Teemo drinking coffee

Alice pursed her lips.

"Sorry, I've been busy recently, I haven't been on the blog for a long time, so I haven't seen your information, I invite you to talk about dinner when I have time."--I am not a little girl chasing rabbits (Alice)

Alice didn't expect the other party to reply super fast, almost a few seconds after she sent it, the other party replied.

"It was an honor to have dinner with a beautiful lady, may you always be happy." - Teemo (Jim) Drinking Coffee

Alice couldn't help but smile knowingly, but when she looked up and saw Sherlock's face, she immediately darkened.

Alice snorted angrily: "I didn't bother you, please don't bother me."

"Didn't Mycroft tell you?"

Looking at her ignorant face, Sherlock understood instantly.

"In fact, the driver downstairs, the uncle who sells fruit, the vagrant, the passer-by, and the aunt who sweeps the floor are all members of McCoff."

To put it bluntly, they were all sent by Mycroft to monitor them. Why not use the resources? !

"Even if you have no money, you can ask them for it directly and tell them to ask their boss for reimbursement."

"..."

Their eyes came together, and they were relatively speechless for a while.

"so what?"

"I thought you left early."

"Actually, I didn't, and I knocked on the door for a long time."

"You know that when I concentrate on doing things, I will automatically block all external disturbances."

"Sorry Detective, I don't know."

Alice turned her head arrogantly, got up, and solemnly returned to the room like a queen, and let Sherlock sleep alone in the living room.

Alice fiddled with her blackberry, swipe the contacts in it, and accidentally pressed McCoff's phone number. She didn't hang up in a nervous mood, she suddenly wanted to hear his voice.

She knew that McCoff didn't like calling at all, and he preferred to send text messages over the phone, but there were times when he wanted someone to talk to you, as long as he talked to you.

"Alice?"

A very magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, but the bass of the cello was slightly confused, as if it had just woken up.

"Did I disturb you?"

"Oh, no, it's time for me to get up too. I was in a meeting just now, and then I took a nap for 10 minutes, and I have to go to a charity banquet later."

"Looks very busy."

Alice pursed her lips.

"This is normal."

Then there was silence.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing."

On the other side of the phone, Alice's eyes were red and she suddenly felt like crying. She said with a sob.

"Did Sherlock bully you?" (The Emperor of Truth~)

On the other end of the phone, Mycroft pinched the bridge of his nose and made himself a cup of coffee. When he heard something wrong with the other party's voice, he frowned and looked at his watch.

"no."

Alice's emotions became a little uncontrollable. She took away the receiver of the mobile phone and covered her mouth, tears fell on the quilt.

"Alice, I'm your brother, if you have any questions, please let me know."

"No, I just miss you." Alice hiccupped and said sobbingly.

On the other end of the phone, Mycroft suddenly stopped.

He never thought that Alice would miss him. In her eyes, Alice was a very defensive child, crazy, doing whatever he wanted, and sometimes even heartless. Later, he felt insecure. She had a thick shell, which made him feel distressed or guilty. After all, if she hadn't come to Holmes' big family, she might have been happier.

He looked at the coffee in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"I miss you, Mycroft."

The coffee in hand is already cold, but the long thoughts seem to have drifted far away, and the light-colored eyes look at his schedule, and the emotions in the eyes are unclear.

There are two little boys in the Holmes family, one is Mycroft and the other is Sherlock. Both children are very smart.

But Mrs. Holmes has always wanted a girl. Faced with the wish of his beloved wife, Holmes, as a husband, of course wants to do his best to satisfy it, but there are many things that can't be done just by thinking about it.

Since giving birth to Sherlock, Mrs. Holmes' health has been not very good. She tried many times, from hope to despair, and finally they chose to rely on the "surrogate mother" for IVF. God favored Holmes. It didn't take long for the surrogate mother to Conceived a little girl, Holmes' first eldest lady.

She was pregnant in October, but the pregnant woman fell down while picking up soap at home and hit her stomach. At that time, she had to be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. Premature delivery is a big deal. Mrs. Holmes rushed to the pregnant woman's side immediately.

Unfortunately, the pregnant woman collided with another truck on the way to the hospital. Mrs. Holmes was very anxious. At that time, the woman felt that she couldn't bear it any longer, so she screamed and pulled Mrs. Holmes's clothes and told her to save herself. child.

The medical staff said that they couldn't wait to send it to the hospital. They would be hit by a car accident, and now they would either die together, or keep the young ones. .

Mrs. Holmes was sad and worried at the same time. Her head fell forward due to the inertia of the car accident, and a big bag was knocked out, and she was in a dizzy state.

Holmes held his wife with worry in his eyes.

After five or 10 minutes, the baby was carried out, breathing weakly, and died shortly after birth. Everyone in the car looked at the baby and the mother who desperately said that she wanted to hug her baby. , the atmosphere in the whole car was a little depressing.

Mrs. Holmes cried uncontrollably. She didn't know whether it was from guilt or because of the dead child. When they were all in a state of dead silence, a sharp and painful cry filled their eardrums.

It turned out that there was also a pregnant woman in the other car, who was obviously about to give birth prematurely at this time, moaning loudly in pain, a group of medical staff immediately got into the other car, and Mrs. Holmes followed.

This is a very beautiful oriental lady, she is taking deep breaths constantly, her hair is soaked, as if she has just been fished out of the sea.

"Save me and my baby."

"Ma'am, tell me the father of the child, and I will notify him immediately."

"She doesn't have a father...please save him."

The woman on the truck burst into tears, breathing heavily from time to time, as if she was fighting against death.

"You will be fine." Mrs. Holmes stood aside, holding the pregnant woman's hand and gently comforting her.

It seems that there is a special way of communication between women and women that is difficult to express in words, and the pregnant woman suddenly calmed down.

This is a journey that everyone will never forget in their lifetime. Some people get a new life, and some people have to die.

The pregnant woman gave birth to a baby girl, and she was lying on the hospital bed with a kind face. Seeing Mrs. Holmes solemnly expressing her gratitude, Mrs. Holmes' relationship with her suddenly took a qualitative leap, and she said that she wanted to admit this. Children are goddaughters.

The pregnant woman smiled gratefully and exchanged phone calls with Mrs. Holmes.

Since then, Mrs. Holmes has often brought Mycroft to the hospital to visit this goddaughter.

This in itself is a very beautiful thing.

Until one day the pregnant woman committed suicide. Perhaps it was because of too much pressure, because she was trapped by love, and just to get rid of it, but she really abandoned the child.

That means the poor child will be sent to an orphanage later.

At this critical moment, Mrs. Holmes resolutely expressed that she would adopt the poor child, because the woman's name is Alice, and she heard that the Orientals regard love as love, so she named the little girl Alice.

Finally, Holmes' family welcomed a little girl named Alice Holmes.

Complicated life experience, extremely bloody, but such a her, you can't deny her existence, because Alice has been working hard to live.

"Sherlock, for the sake of me being your sister, can you stop playing the violin at night?"

Alice's tone was very dissatisfied. She sniffed her nose, raised the Coke in her hand, and was about to take a big gulp to vent it, only to find that the water in the quilt had reached the bottom, so she had to put it down awkwardly.

"These are all cases. Alice found a large pile of letters addressed to Holmes from nowhere."

"Dear Sherlock Holmes, I have heard about your name in solving cases for a long time. I have no choice but to seek your help..." Alice picked up the envelope and read to herself, without the consciousness of infringing on other people's privacy at all.

"Speaking of it, I just lost a dog, and I even asked you for help in a long article." Alice felt that these cases were really boring. Compared with Sherlock's refrigerator, they were completely A-grade and The points of the Z file.

"This year's Christmas, let's spend it together." Alice was wearing a goose yellow dress, standing on the table indecently, looking down at the garbage on the floor, talking to herself, like a psychopath.

The sound of car brakes came from downstairs, and hearing the footsteps in the corridor, Alice could guess who it was with her eyes closed, turned around gracefully, ran to the door without any consideration, hugged the bear, and Inspector Lestrade with a black face.

Alice felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Looking up, she was instantly embarrassed. She turned her head and saw Mycroft's sullen face, holding a small black umbrella, standing straight behind the door, not knowing what he was thinking.