[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

The rain in London is getting heavier and heavier, as if it is falling down in pieces, accompanied by bursts of rumble.

Walking chaotically through alleys one after another.

The sky gradually brightened, and the rain gradually calmed down.

At a certain intersection, he stopped and looked deeply at the girl hiding in the corner of the garbage dump.

"Alice." There was a touch of anxiety in the steady voice, and a kind of irritation in the light-colored eyes.

The tall figure slowly approached the girl, covered by an umbrella, with a cold demeanor, and a seriousness in his eyes that could not be rejected.

The water splashed his trousers, and the heavy rain soaked most of his jacket, but he still looked like a gentleman.

He stood in front of her, condescendingly looking at Alice, the girl squatting in the garbage dump, her clothes were soaked, her wet hair stuck to her pale cheeks.

She didn't seem to notice the person in front of her at all, her head was buried in her arms, as if she was the only one left in this world.It was trembling like a wounded animal.

"Alice." Mycroft frowned, calling her name tentatively.

She was still trembling as if she hadn't heard it... Mycroft took off his coat and covered her body, his thin body trembled, but he didn't refuse, but when he touched her hand, Opened by Alice, she looked at him with red eyes angrily as if she were an enemy, and suddenly froze again, thinking something in her mouth.

Gradually, a few passers-by could be seen sporadically at the intersection. A sanitation worker glanced at Alice and took away the things in the trash can, thinking that it was another young couple who were having a fight, and they had to leave after collecting the trash. , Unexpectedly, Alice grabbed the trousers with one hand.

The sanitation worker looked at Alice in surprise.

"Why don't you take me away."

"..." Is this girl mentally ill?

What's with the air conditioner behind you?

Sanitation workers fled the scene under inexplicable pressure.

McCoff looked at the girl squatting on the ground, and heaved a long sigh.

In the end, he still picked her up. She seemed to have no strength left to struggle, and she just broke free slightly, but after no results, she resigned to her fate.

"go home."

"..."

"I will never leave you alone again." Mycroft looked at her seriously, and kissed her wet forehead. "forever."

"Why don't you take me away."

"Can't see me, can't see me..."

Alice muttered to herself as if fascinated.

Mycroft whispered in her ear, "Little Alice, let's go home."

"Why don't you take me away."

……

"I am Mycroft Holmes."

……

He gently carried the girl onto the black Mercedes-Benz car. At this time, it was already bright and it was a new day.

McCoff looked deeply at the trembling girl in his arms, and suddenly felt that he had lost.

It was a sense of failure that I had never felt before.

"Maybe I shouldn't have used this child to lure out the underworld, making her like a psychopath who couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams."

McCoff closed his eyes in the office for a while, until the phone suddenly started to vibrate.

"Bald and fat." --SH

"Professor Ai Qing is dead, our clues are broken." --SH

McCoff didn't reply, put the phone back and continued to catch up on sleep.

The phone started to vibrate again and again, he frowned and looked at the phone angrily, and finally opened the information page.

"Please hurry to 22B Baker Street." --SH

"Please come quickly if you have something to do." --SH

Mycroft looked at his hairline worriedly, and before leaving, he went to the bedroom to take a look at Alice. She was sleeping soundly, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and he hoped that she would have a good dream.

After ordering the housekeeper and others, he got into the black Mercedes and left.

The sound of steady footsteps came from the stairs, and Sherlock was meditating on the sofa...

"So what's wrong with you looking for me in such a hurry?"

Mycroft was a little annoyed as he looked at himself in a leisurely manner, his teeth itching.

At this time, a middle-aged woman came out of the bathroom, and she greeted Mycroft very happily.

"Oh, Mom!"

"You came in time, Mycroft, take her away." Sherlock immediately jumped off the sofa and pushed Mrs. Holmes onto Mycroft.

"This is your good son, Mommy, I wish you a happy relationship."

Mycroft gritted his teeth and said warningly, "Sherlock."

"Oh, Mycroft, don't blame your dear brother . . . that's all he has."

Although the child's attitude is not good, the mother still blindly favors the youngest son. After all, the elder brother has the responsibility to let the younger brother.

With a gentle smile, Mycroft said softly, "Where's Daddy? I'll let him pick you up."

God damn it, you have to know that he is extremely sleep deprived now, his younger brother is always causing trouble for him, and there is also a mother who is always looking for trouble, and a disobedient sister...

Mycroft felt that life was boring.

"No, I don't want to go back, let the old man live alone."

"Did you quarrel with him?"

"Oh, no, I just heard that you brought Alice back, and I want to go and see her."

In the end, Mycroft took his mother to his mansion.

"She's emotionally unstable, I think you can..."

Mrs. Holmes said impatiently: "Come on, McGee, I know what you want to say."

"..."

Mycroft feels aggrieved~~he wants to catch up on sleep~~~ Shit!

Holmes elegantly wore her ten-centimeter-long high heels and came to Alice's room... Slightly stunned, Mycroft stood behind her.

They looked at Alice in a daze, and murmured what it was?

They listened closely and realized that the kid had been muttering Mycroft's name.

"How long has she been like this?"

Mrs. Holmes said with some difficulty, she suddenly regretted bringing this child to Holmes' house.

"Three months."

"Send her away." She didn't know what kind of feeling it was, but she suddenly felt sorry for her son, which made her have no time to feel sorry for other people's children.

Mycroft frowned, looking at his mother with some dissatisfaction, he didn't expect his mother to say such a thing.

"Don't you like Alice very much?"

"But you are still my child."

Mycroft instantly understood a feeling.

Why has she been alone all the time, locked up in a mental hospital since she was a child, no one would care...it is obviously a family member...but she never mentioned it...

And he's making excuses for being busy...leaving her alone. .

"I'll take care of her mommy."

"She will drag you down, Mackie." (Mackie is the nickname of Mycroft Holmes)

"I didn't give up on Sherlock back then, and I won't give up on Alice now either."

Mrs. Holmes was silent for a while, but finally she was relieved. Her son is very smart. He understands what he is doing. No matter what it is, he can handle it well. She should trust him.

"In that case, take good care of her, McGee."

"Thank you, Mommy."

"That child is too bitter, maybe your thinking is right." Mrs. Holmes said with a smile.

Moreover, Mrs. Holmes quickly bid farewell to Mycroft's mansion, and said that Mr. Holmes must miss him very much now. Mycroft did not keep his mother, he sent her to the door and returned to Alice's room.

He looked deeply at this girl, from when she was a baby in her infancy to now, time is really a terrible thing.

"Mycroft." She seemed to have regained her composure, and looked at him in confusion.

"Have a good rest, Alice." Mycroft said softly, just as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a few syringes on the ground...

The medicine inside had been injected... It was obvious that she had hidden the medicine, but he didn't even notice it.

Mycroft frowned and lowered his face, but when he heard the voice in his ear, he unconsciously relaxed his mind.

"Mycroft."

"Mycroft~" Alice hugged his arm, with a pale little face, looking at him with happiness, which was strangely dazzling.

"Alice, you should be proud and unruly. No matter what you do wrong, there is Mycroft Holmes behind you."

"So promise me, for this you, stick to it, okay?"

Looking at her seriously with light-colored eyes, Alice nodded in a trance, not knowing what she was thinking.

The days of drug rehab were difficult. Alice was bandaged all over, lying on the bed moaning in pain, trying to scratch herself from time to time.

She felt that she could not survive, and that death might be a relief.

Mycroft looked at Alice on the bed with a sullen face, with a heavy look in his eyes.

"Alice, hold on."

The white bed curtain, the teeth being pulled, the painful torture again and again.

Sometimes I fainted from the pain, and when I regained my senses, I found that my whole body was exhausted. The soft and beautiful classical music echoed in my ears, and every time I listened to it, I felt like thousands of ants, flying in my body. My heart crawled.

"Mycroft."

Sweat soaked her body again, as if she had just been fished out of the sea. She didn't know what it was that made her feel like she was going to get through it. A familiar deep voice echoed in her ears, the cold voice carried A touch of warmth.

"Mycroft?" She would become more sober in a certain segment after each time it ended.

Mycroft looked at the worried figure in front of the bed, and the corner of Alice's mouth curled into a smile, but the smile slowly sank when an image appeared.

Only such a good woman will be with Mycroft, right?

He is also a politician and has a common language.

Who would choose a psycho.

"how do you feel?"

Mycroft walked to the bed, put his hand on Alice's forehead, and tested her temperature.

"I love you, Mycroft."

Mycroft's hand froze.

The author has something to say: National Day is almost here, and I am so excited to hold a Mayday concert in Shanghai. .