[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

McCoff looked deeply at the younger sister lying in front of the hospital bed. Her long black hair was boring like a woman wandering on the street. Her face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and her bloodless lips were slightly pale. Her skin was dry and cracked, and a slight strangeness slipped through her heart.

"Alice, you make my heart hurt."

At that time, he was still a fledgling student, but when the wind was going smoothly, there were many people who were jealous, which made the young and energetic him inflated with vanity and no scruples, or it can be said that in his eyes, others were jealous. It's a stupid goldfish, he has the same opinion as Sherlock, it's just that he understands the world better.

Clever mind does not mean low force and excessive force. He was covered with a black cloth by a group of people and taken to a very dark room.

It was very humid there, and the sound of "bang bang~" could be heard occasionally. It should be in a nearby factory. His brain was constantly calculating various escape methods, but he never thought that there would be a "little tail" got caught.

This little tail is Alice, and I don't know when she hid in the back compartment of those people.

"There's one more brat." A middle-aged man lifted Alice up, as easily as lifting a rabbit.

Alice hid behind Mycroft, looking at them in fear.

"Where did the little guy come from?"

"Stop talking, boss, tell us to kill this guy!"

"Didn't you agree that you only need money?"

"He said he could give me more money as long as he got rid of him."

Alice's whole body was trembling. Although she was still young at that time, it was not that she didn't understand anything. On the contrary, she knew too much. She had the memory of her previous life, and it was because of this memory that she had an adult With tight thoughts, there are also those things on my mind that I can't let go of.

Whether it is good or bad is something we cannot measure, but at that time, she was lucky. She took out a pistol stolen from Holmes' father's drawer from her pocket, and pointed it at those few people.

"Let us go, or I'll shoot."

"Oh, a toy?"

"It's really like it."

"You think..." Before the man could say anything provocatively, a gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole appeared on the head of the big, strong man.

The remaining few looked at this child who was only one meter tall in astonishment...

In the end, Mycroft and she were saved, but...she killed the son of a high official...

"Life for life?" Alice said softly.

She stood on the high balcony, looking at the safe Mycroft below, the plane hovered above her, and the little skirt was blown up by the wind.

"elder brother."

"Mycroft." She looked at him in confusion, like a lost child.

It was night, on that white hospital bed, he sat beside her and hugged her, just like many years ago, when she carefully pulled his sleeve and asked longingly: "Can you hug me?" ?”

Does she hate him?

Don't hate it.

does she love him

She touched the part of her heart, the feeling of violent beating, the blood flowing from the left ventricle to the right ventricle, from the left atrium to the right atrium, and so on.

She still loves him.

Even after going through so much.

She returned to London the following evening, clad in Mycroft's black coat, and climbed out of the car.

"Do you want to eat something?" Mycroft said with concern, he has always been very tolerant towards this younger sister.

But he may not be a good brother.

Alice said blankly: "I think I'm feeling a little uncomfortable again, can you give me a needle?"

Mycroft said with a fake smile: "There will be no more, my dear sister."

On the plane, Alice had an episode of drug addiction, foaming at the mouth, pale face, and violent struggles from time to time. For the safety of the trip, they still gave Alice an injection of methamphetamine, which calmed her down a lot. After a while, she fell asleep. After waking up, she was much more energetic, not as dazed and dull-eyed as when she was lying in the hospital.

Alice sighed, but did not insist on her attitude.

"Is my room tidy?"

Mycroft said appreciatively, "Xiali, you've been doing very well."

"...Don't be like this, it's easy for me to misunderstand what you have?"

"what"

He raised his eyebrows.

"When I didn't say, uh... I guess you wouldn't want to know."

"Okay, Alice went up to tidy up and had a good dream. It's very late today."

Mycroft said with a smile, apparently he was quite satisfied with Alice's return, and the air-conditioning around him softened a lot.

"For God's sake, Mycroft, I can't sleep."

"what do you want?"

"I want to stay with you."

Mycroft looked at Alice silently, and nodded in agreement after a long time.

Alice sat on McCoff's bed, and McCoff turned on his personal computer. There are various state secrets here, but Alice couldn't bring up any interest.

"I thought you'd say no, after all you're getting engaged."

Alice played with her fingers wearily.

"Your muddy mind has cleared up a lot."

"Oh, aren't you at work, since you can still notice me talking? Shouldn't it be selective ignorance?"

Alice looked at him in amazement, knowing that he used to do things in silence, no matter what she said, it was hard to ignore her. The beauty of the iceberg is worthy of the name... Uh, but she should be thinner now.

"If you want."

McCoff answered her lightly.

"Uh... that... what kind of person is my future sister-in-law?"

"My colleague."

"I know, what kind of person am I?"

"Or is she pretty?"

Mycroft frowned, unable to understand why women always cared so much about a person's appearance, which was quite superficial.

Alice felt McCoff's displeasure, so she thought that he didn't like others to inquire about her private affairs, curled her lips, and said loudly: "Forget it, I don't ask."

"She was a very beautiful and wonderful lady."

"..."

Alice curled her lips and said "Oh." for a long time.

So?

She can't keep up with flattery.

Alice's even breathing slowly spread into his ears, and an inexplicable feeling made his heart tremble.

McCoff frowned, looked deeply at this fragile girl, and told himself silently that she was just his sister... that's all.

"We pursue, we want to catch, but what is left in our hands in the end?"

"A phantom, or pain worse than a phantom."

His tall figure covered the girl, gently kissed the pale and smooth forehead, and with a long sigh, he quietly exited the room.

He would never be able to give her what she wanted, what she had decided from the start.

Back then, for Alice... he was favoritism and took advantage of the rights granted by the British Empire, but he still blamed himself for this fragile sister, not only as Holmes' elder brother, but also with a high self-esteem.

He was indeed saved by her, wasn't he, and even saved her later.

But he did send her to a mental hospital for his own official career (there is no way to kill someone with a mental illness, but there will be a specialized agency to identify and then treat her), if it was Sherlock...he would do the same.

He himself is such a fickle person.

But he was also an elder brother at the same time... During that time, the competition in the political arena was very fierce, and he really couldn't get away to take care of her...

Damn it, it was all just excuses. Mycroft took out a cigar from the drawer and lit it. For a moment, the whole study room was filled with strong disgust.

There was a knock on the door.

"Sir, it's late, do you need a cup of coffee?"

Mycroft subconsciously looked at the pointer on the wall. It was already three o'clock in the morning. He waved his hand, and the butler retreated respectfully.

There is darkness outside the window, and the deep and calm eyes are full of ripples that flash past.

Alice got up early the next morning, looked at her pale self in the mirror, and casually tied a ponytail.

"I look perfectly normal."

McCoff got up very early, as usual, with a cup of coffee, a newspaper, and a well-dressed suit, sitting leisurely in the living room.

"Don't you have a job?" Alice randomly found a seat and sat down, and picked up a piece of black bread from the table. She was wearing a white T-shirt, blue jeans, a high ponytail, and a pale face. With a thick layer of lipstick on her lips, she looks more energetic than before.

"There will be a meeting in two hours. You stay well today, and they will come around noon."

"Who?"

"Professional drug rehabilitation workers." Mycroft looked away from the newspaper, and smiled at Alice, like an elder to his junior... This made Alice glance at her mouth in dissatisfaction, and ruthlessly He took a bite of the black bread in his hand.

After a while, she felt extremely nauseous, as if there were thousands of disgusting insects swimming in it, she stood up immediately, her face turned pale and she flushed the toilet.

Mycroft followed immediately to the bathroom, frowning at her.

He wasn't sure whether to pat her on the shoulder, but he did anyway.

"Are you ok?"

"It's so good, I want to die."

"Perhaps you can go upstairs and lie down."