[Comprehensive] They forced me to die

Alice looked deeply at this man, and at that moment, she felt like a spring day, with the breeze, a hundred flowers bloomed.Her slender hands tightly grasped the buttons of the man's suit, and she was so excited that she couldn't speak for a moment.

Excitement made her ignore everything...impossible, or hesitant.

"So, Mr. Holmes, are you courting me?"

Miss Alice smiled.

"If you wish."

Alice chuckled, gently unbuttoned his suit, and then buttoned it again, quite provocatively. Mr. Holmes frowned subconsciously, but said nothing.

"You have to chase me."

"Pay for your actions."

Mycroft grabbed her troubled hand.

"Alice, be careful!"

"Come on, Mycroft, can you stop being so old-fashioned, you're only in your 30s."

"I'm about to enter middle age."

"Okay, I admit you're right."

Alice pretended to be funny and said that she was lying lazily on the sofa with a leisurely look on her face.

"But you still have to pursue me."

"Of course, maybe this kind of behavior will make you think I'm a stupid thing? Goldfish right!" Alice saw the goldfish in the tank, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Don't laugh at yourself." "Alice, but I think we should go back now."

Alice waved her hand very calmly, indicating that she would become the new resident here.

"I'm afraid this is not the place for you, after all Sherlock and his little followers..."

"Oh, I live downstairs at 221C."

"The dark, dank storage room?"

"I think it's not as bad as you said, at least it should be good to clean up...so you come?"

Dr. Watson, who obviously overheard their private conversation as soon as he entered the door, was a little stunned. This is to ask this man with every opportunity to guide the British government... to clean up the basement?

Watson obviously noticed that he seemed abrupt and smiled embarrassedly.

Alice smiled back calmly.

"So Mr. Holmes now wants to help me clean up or... run an errand?"

The light-colored eyes looked deeply at Alice, with unknown meaning: "I will send you a text message, but now I have to attend a meeting."

Mycroft glanced at Watson with a smile, took his little black umbrella and left.

"So you are... a couple?"

"uncertain."

"What shall I call you? Watson? Dr. Watson?"

"Watson."

"Uh...uh, you seem to know them very well, you know that their family is... not very good at getting along with others."

Alice thought to herself, what she said was really euphemistic. Looking at Watson who was a little nervous in front of her, she suddenly felt that she was very bad.

"Would you like to be my boyfriend?"

"what?"

Is it too windy?

"I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend and make some politician drink a jug of balsamic vinegar."

Watson looked at the woman in front of him in horror, not understanding what kind of drama this was, especially...they were not familiar with each other.

"You have a good relationship with Sherlock?"

"Uh...uh, I guess it's not bad."

But does that have anything to do with pretending to be a boyfriend?

"I think you will help me... To have a good relationship with Sherlock, you must be an honest person who is eager to help others, hard-working, and willing to work hard."

Inexplicable irony~

"I can't promise you." Watson said righteously, he can't partner with her in deceiving people, and the ones deceiving are still from the British Empire...

"Besides, he won't believe it either...he can see our clues right away."

"As long as you cooperate with me, he won't find out, at least not for a while."

"Of course, I heard that you have been struggling financially recently, and you may need some work~"

Dr. Watson was silent. Recently, he has become so poor that he even has no money for food. He even borrowed Sherlock to cover his face~.

"As long as it's not too much."

"Deal." I knew it from Alice's face. She really knew what it was like to beat a man with a penny. She had been experiencing that feeling for four whole years.

Mycroft came to 221C in the middle of the night, and by this time, everything was sorted out...

Light-colored eyes looked around, a table and chairs, a bookshelf, a big bed, quite simple.

"I don't think you need my help."

McCoff took off his coat, loosened his own tie, walked to the side of the bookshelf, looked at the disorganized order, paused, and couldn't help frowning.

"Are you done?"

"Ah."

"I swiped your card."

Alice squatted on the bed and looked at the man in front of her, thinking how handsome he looked. Although McCoff was a bit older now, at least he had lost weight successfully.

"I'm already 35 years old. There's a full ten years difference between you and me..." Alice didn't seem to expect that such a proud and calm man would care about these things. She froze for a few seconds, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"It's because of the difference of ten years, so you should spoil me, love me, and never leave me."

Alice hugged Mycroft and said softly.

After not hearing McCoff's response for a long time, Alice raised her head and saw someone scanning her with extremely enthusiastic eyes.

"So to make you feel competitive, I've decided to be with Dr. Watson. Just today."

What a theory!

You seem to be making me laugh!

Mycroft looked at Alice with a caring eye for the mentally retarded. There is no doubt that he believed in Watson's character. He was definitely not a person who fell in love at first sight, especially when he saw her bond with him before.

Alice felt a little annoyed when she looked at McCoff, who acted like I was calm and let you make trouble.

"So you are not jealous? If you are, I will break up with him now."

"Jealous, this is something only those ignorant goldfish have."

Alice pushed McCaw away all of a sudden, her face turned cold.

"So Mr. Politician who is notoriously unjealous, it doesn't seem very good that you stay in a girl's room all the time."

"..." Mycroft calmly looked at her with a smile. "Maybe we can go back together."

"Come on, I'm fine staying here."

Alice's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Alice."

"God~" Alice got up from the bed. "I just can't bear to breathe the same air as you. I don't want to fight with you as soon as I get back, Mycroft."

"Then you should stop playing those silly tricks."

Mycroft frowned: "That would make you look ignorant."

"Boring? Did I hear you right? Boring? Can't you admit that you're jealous? You can't understand how important this is to a girl. This is your affirmation of me."

"Oh, Alice... I think you need to calm down, your endocrine glands have obviously risen."

"So you mean that I have an endocrine disorder and make trouble out of no reason."

Alice smiled.

"I don't know where you heard it from..."

"Mr. Holmes, the door is there. Please go out by yourself. I will not see you."

Mycroft had no intention of coaxing him at all. He smiled very calmly and walked to the front door calmly.

"Before I go...I think I can get a kiss."

"You think too much."

Mycroft was successfully locked out by Alice, and he couldn't help sniffing his nose. There was still a long-lasting humid smell in the air, maybe he should bring her a few dehumidifiers next time.

Alice took out her computer from the drawer after McCoff had left.

Turned on the facebook video call, and soon connected to another person.

"Jim?"

"Cute and stupid little white rabbit, what can I do for you?"

"Did my information get to Mycroft, I always thought he knew something?"

"Didn't you say it was perfect for me to cover up?"

"Mycroft? Oh! That iceberg beauty."

Alice couldn't help but rolled her eyes. "I think it's perfect, unless you leaked it yourself... The data of the show shows that this beauty of yours is an elite in criminal profiling."

"You mean he can use my limbs... to speculate about my past and present?"

"you guess."

Upon hearing this, Alice jumped to Dongguan in an instant, and her face sank: "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"That wouldn't be fun."

Moriarty looked mean, "So, my dear lady, your contract with me has been terminated. If you come to see me again...but there will be a fee~"

There was a hint of sternness in his eyes.

"Of course, after all, I think I've done a lot for you, enough to make things clear."

"Really? That's not certain. The game doesn't just end when you say it's over."

"Let me give you another message."

"?"

"London, here I come."

Alice was taken aback: "I think our big detective will welcome you."

"No!" Moriarty pouted and said with wide eyes, "I have to test first to see if he can be my opponent."

"drink a cup of coffee?"

"if you have time."

Neuropathy and neuropathy seem to be easy to talk about. She and Moriarty have unimaginable common topics, but she and McCoff always disagree. Sometimes, she also finds it very strange, but she just likes it. Mycroft.

I have a good dream in London tonight, the wind is blowing slightly, as if it is blowing on everyone's heart, it is cool.

Tall moaning, with his back to the glass window, smoking a cigar.

"Sir, the A-level monitoring was disturbed just now, and it has only been repaired now."

The other party looked at the boss hesitantly and said.

It's just that the man didn't speak for a long time.

It wasn't until the informant left that he slowly took another drag on his cigarette.

"The east wind is coming"

The author has something to say: In order to thank his relatives for selling their kidneys in exchange for land mines, they coded @_@ desperately to live up to expectations.